cross-dressing

It was the fourth day of 37-year-old Camilla’s ordeal in the public aquarium in Montreal. The news cameras of the worldwide media were still filming her, lechers were still getting video of her naked body on their cell-phone cameras, and none of her mesmerized watchers, who’d filled the viewing area to capacity, had left, had the intention of leaving, or had even the free will to leave. Such was the power that the masked men had over everyone–whether the spirits of dead masked men, or the living ones who were psychically controlling the spectacle from secret places around the world.



Camilla was now being gang-banged by the spirits of Joey, Chris, and another former classmate of hers, a boy she’d met in her fourth undergraduate year at York University in Toronto. Joey’s invisible cock was going in and out of her mouth, making her right cheek puff out; Chris’s invisible cock was causing the gaping in her pussy; and the other boy’s invisible cock was making her asshole widen. Only she could ‘see’ her rapist ghosts: the malice in their eyes frightened her beyond description.



Her come and piss continued to pour out into the tank of water she was being made to hover over. She was as helpless as ever, just passively watching people get video of her spread-out legs.



You humiliated us, the third boy’s spirit mentally told her. Now we’re humiliating you.



I can’t believe some of the shit you made us all do, Joey’s spirit added. Degrading!



Camilla, this can’t go on, Don’s spirit told her.



Allow yourself to die, Agape’s spirit psychically said. We’ll save you in the other world.



We have a psychic force field protecting the glass of this water tank, so it won’t break, Candice’s spirit told Camilla. It could hold for a few weeks, maybe even as long as a month or two; but we don’t know. The masked men are limiting our power. You must let go of this world.



I’m too scared to die, Camilla kept repeating mentally, with copious tears running down her cheeks. The masked men will never let me out of hell. That’s where they want me.



We’ll get you out, Agape told her. Trust us.



There’s no way out of hell, Camilla said. Hell is forever. You know that, Daddy. The Church taught us that.



We know a spiritual reality beyond the teaching of any religion, Dr. Singh communicated from Vancouver. Heaven and hell aren’t absolutes, and they aren’t opposites. They’re more like the extremes of a continuum, but coiled into a circle.



Yeah, Candice added. The afterlife is like a wheel.



Or a snake, curled in a circle, biting its tail, Don told Camilla. Heaven is the snake’s head, so to speak, and hell is its tail. The length of its body is, as it were, every intermediate stage between the extremes. It’s the ouroboros, a symbol of eternity.



The eternity is what scares me, Camilla told them. I don’t think I’ll escape the tail, where I’m going. I’m too addicted to sex to resist. I hate being here, but I can’t stop loving the sex.



It will be difficult, Singh mentally said, but the other world can be navigated. Candice was being gang-raped by masked men when we found her, and we got her out. She enjoys the bliss of the heavenly realms with your father now. We can save you, too, Camilla. Have faith in us.



But I don’t have faith in myself, Camilla insisted. It’s me the masked men want, not someone like Candice. Those bastards will never give me up. My lust gives them power. No longer able to endure her ongoing predicament, Camilla began to have another out-of-body vision, a memory going back sixteen years to when she was a month into her fourth university year in Toronto.



Just before leaving the house one morning to go to York, 21-year-old Camilla was trying to placate her 2-year-old son, who was angrily crying from seeing her leave him.



“Sweetie,” she gently chided Eros. “Nice boys don’t get angry.”



“Mommy!” Eros yelled. “Don’t go!” He was sobbing loudly.



“Big boys don’t cry,” she said. “You’re already quite big.” (Indeed, at almost two and a third years old, he was over 90 cm tall.) “Mommy will be home soon; you wait in your room and play with your building blocks.”



‘Not-Mommy come home soon,” he said angrily, meaning he knew Emily was being made to look and sound like Camilla. “I see Mommy, I hear Mommy, but not Mommy.”



“Baby,” Camilla said softly, hugging Eros. “No, she isn’t Mommy. She’s Emily, your nanny. But she’s nice, isn’t she?”



“Yeah,” he said softly.



“I can’t be here all the time, sweetie,” Camilla said, kissing him on the cheek. “But Emily will take good care of you. She always has. And I’ll be back soon enough–I promise.”



“OK,” he said sadly, but acquiescently.



“Now, be good. Remember, Mommy likes nice boys, not bad boys. Big boys don’t cry, and nice boys don’t get mad.”



Emily came in the front door with some groceries. Eros saw her as she really looked for the first time, since Camilla now knew how futile it was using her psychic powers to trick him into thinking his nanny was his mother. Emily smiled at him, but he shyly pushed his face against Camilla’s chest, ‘hiding’ himself.



Camilla looked down piercingly into his eyes. “You will be happy with Emily,” she said. “You will be a good boy.”



“I happy with Emily,” he repeated, in a temporary trance. “I good boy.”



“Good,” Camilla said, hugging him and kissing him on the forehead. “Gotta go.” She got up. “He’s all yours, Emily. Bye.” Camilla went out the front door with her book-bag, heading for the bus stop.



Eros sadly watched his mother from the living room window. He was quiet and well-behaved, but a tear ran down his cheek.



*****************



In an afternoon class, blonde, blue-eyed Camilla listened to her teacher, Dr. Cecilia Moore, discuss Rudyard Kipling’s short story, ‘Mary Postgate.’ Dr. Moore had an odd habit of spending more time discussing her political beliefs than 20th century British literature, the subject of the course.



“In ‘Mary Postgate’,” Dr. Moore began, “we see how the horrors of war, with its airplane bombings, destroy our Mother Earth as well as human lives. Fortunately we now live in a more enlightened time, when we are more ecologically minded. Green Parties, in countries in Europe, here in Canada, and even in America, are suddenly, surprisingly seeing huge rises in their support. It’s unprecedented, and it’s wonderful news.”



Indeed, Camilla thought. She then psychically planted the following thought in the heads of everyone in her classroom: Vote Green Party.



Everyone, even the teacher, whispered, “Vote Green Party.”



Dr. Moore returned to the story. “Wynn, a man Mary has secretly loved, dies a casualty of the war. If he has been killed by the German enemy, then all Germans are beasts to Mary, so when she sees a wounded German aviator, she refuses to help him. This normally emotionally repressed woman gets a strange thrill from watching the German slowly die. She seems to have had an orgasm, indulging in the pleasure of witnessing the erotic humiliation of another.”



Getting turned on watching someone die? Camilla thought. When I watched Daddy die, I was pretty fucking far from being turned on; though fucking his re-animated corpse was the fuck of the century, that’s for sure. Of course, I’m a certified nympho, and the opposite of prudish, proper Mary.



Speaking of thrills from the dead, Camilla suddenly felt an invisible finger go inside her pussy, right there during class! The finger gently tickled her G-spot, and she got moist between the legs within seconds. She tried desperately to keep her heavy breathing as inaudible as possible.



She’d never found out who had caused her previous embarrassing incident, a year before, when she was made to strip naked and receive anilingus from Chris in her night class with Dr. Cage. Wanting to be prepared for any subsequent incidents, she’d visualized a psychic ‘window’ through which she could ‘look’ and ‘see’ who was using Nigrovum’s mind-controlling powers on her.



There had been a few brief public incidents since her class with Dr. Cage, in which she had been masturbated in class; but they stopped mere seconds after they started, to keep her from ‘seeing’ who her intruders were. This incident in Dr. Moore’s class was the most intense one since that of Dr. Cage’s lecture; she ‘looked’ through that psychic window and saw the ghost of Veronica.



Do you like that, Camilla? Veronica’s ghost asked, being heard only by Camilla.



Yeah, Camilla answered, but not now, baby.



Yes, Veronica’s spirit insisted. Now, baby.



As Camilla felt that invisible finger go all the way up her cunt and gently jab at her A-spot, she heard the grotesque, distorted laughter of the masked men. She ‘looked’ through the ‘window’ as carefully and thoroughly as she could, but she didn’t ‘see’ any of them, so cleverly had they hidden from her view.



Are the ghosts invading my days, now? Camilla wondered. Because I blotted them out of my dreams? Is that why this has been happening to me?



She was lucky to be wearing a miniskirt that day. Anticipating her approaching orgasm, she pulled down her panties, careful that no one saw her. Then she got a plastic bag out of her purse and put it between her legs. Just seconds before she came, she tried to use Nigrovum to make her whistle register scream inaudible. But she was too horny to concentrate and give focus to her psychic powers. So when her come filled the plastic bag, with some dribbling over the sides, everyone turned around to look at who suddenly screamed.



“Sorry,” she said with a blush.



“Surely the ending wasn’t that shocking,” Dr. Moore said. Everyone else chuckled.



The lecture ended, and she left the classroom with her head down low in embarrassment from her outburst. I’m getting pretty damn sick of being psychically controlled by others, she thought; I’m a goddess. This shouldn’t be happening to me. I do the controlling, not others.



As she walked through the halls, she saw a boy she often saw there. He was a cute, thin brunet; clean-shaven, with smooth, soft facial features. She decided it was time to meet him.



“Hi,” she said to him.



“Hi,” he said shyly.



“What’s your name, sweetie?” she asked.



“Sean,” he said, looking away, though he really wanted to look at her beautiful body.



“My name’s Camilla,” she said, “and you’re cute.”



“Thanks,” he said bashfully.



“I have something for you.” She gave him the bag with her come in it.



“What is it?”



“Drink it. It’s good for you. You’ll like it.”



“Wait a minute,” he said suspiciously. “I don’t know…”



“You’ll drink it,” she said while looking sharply into his eyes. Vibrations radiated from her body into his, making him lift the bag up to his mouth.



“I’ll drink it,” he said, then obediently poured her come down into his mouth; she used Nigrovum to make sure none spilled outside. Though he was disturbed by the odd taste of the ‘drink’, the entranced boy now waited for his next command.



“You’ll now follow me,” she said, still looking hard into his eyes. “I’m producing a play I want you to act in.”



“I’ll follow you,” he said as he walked behind her, “You’re producing a play you want me to act in.”



I control others; they don’t control me, Camilla thought as she and the boy went over to the drama building. One day, I’m gonna figure out how to control those masked bastards.



********************



Ten minutes later, Sean was standing in a small room next to a stage. He was facing Camilla and Ron, her gay friend from the Hallowe’en party in Mr. Berman’s house three years before. She and Ron were sitting next to each other, behind a table, and asking Sean questions.



“How old are you, sweetie?” she asked Sean.



“I just turned eighteen,” he said.



“Perfect,” Ron said, smiling lustfully at the boy. “Have you ever done any acting?”



“Yeah, I’ve been in a few plays,” Sean said, mildly bi-curious about both of his attractive interviewers, though much preferring Camilla.



“Excellent,” Camilla said with a big grin. “We’re doing a production of Michel Tremblay’s Hosanna. In English translation, of course. It’s a story about two gay lovers and their conflicts and difficulties in society. We think you’d be perfect for the title role.”



“Really?” Sean said excitedly. “A leading role for me?”



“Yes,” Ron said, ogling the boy. “But it’s a demanding role. We hope you can handle it.”



“I’m ready for anything,” the ambitious Sean insisted.



“Hosanna’s a transvestite,” Ron said bluntly.



“I can handle that,” Sean said.



“And at the end of the play, Hosanna finally acknowledges that he’s a man, and strips naked,” Camilla added.



“He strips in front of his lover, Cuirette,” Ron said, with a twinkle in his eyes. “My role.”



“Oh, uh,…” Sean said, already suspecting Ron’s sexual orientation. “Well, I suppose I can do that.”



“Good,” Camilla said. “Let’s put you to the test, then. Strip for us.”



“Now?” Sean asked, his nervous voice cracking.



“Yes,” she said. “You have to get over your hang-ups. Besides, we have to make sure the Cleopatra dress we have fits you. Don’t be shy, sweetie. The human body’s beautiful: show us yours.”



“Oh, uh, OK,” Sean said, nervously unzipping his jeans. He pulled them down, looking down at his feet to avoid seeing their reaction to his white briefs. Off came his running shoes and socks, then he pulled his feet out of his pant legs. Next to come off was his green T-shirt. Now standing in only his underwear, he hesitated to pull them down. Though nervous, he was also getting excited in an exhibitionistic way, and was embarrassed about the beginnings of an erection he was feeling.



“Don’t be shy, baby” Camilla said. “If your penis is small, I promise we won’t laugh at you.” We’ll just be disappointed, she thought.



He timidly pulled down his underwear, exposing his slightly erect penis. He pulled his legs through the leg-holes of his underwear and stood there, frontally nude before Camilla and Ron. He tried to control his shaking as their eyes went up and down his skinny, relatively hairless body.



“Well, what do you think?” Ron asked Camilla.



“He’s beautiful,” she sighed, staring at his penis. “He’ll make a perfect drag queen.”



“Turn around for us,” Ron told Sean. “Let us see the rest of you.” Sean slowly turned around, showing off his pretty little buttocks. “Perfect.”



“OK, sweetie,” Camilla said to Sean. “Come with me. I’ll put on your makeup now.”



Sean followed her to where he could sit in front of a mirror. She put some bright makeup on his face. Then she put a Cleopatra wig on his head. She and Ron looked at Sean’s head for several seconds.



“That’s Hosanna, all right,” Ron said. “A total Elizabeth Taylor wannabe.”



“Am I gonna put on a dress now?” Sean asked.



“Yep,” Camilla said. “But you shouldn’t be so anxious to cover your body. You have to get used to people seeing you naked, sweetie. If you can’t handle us seeing you now, how will you be able to handle a whole audience seeing your penis, and with–hopefully–many performances?”



“I guess you’re right,” Sean said, putting his hands over his penis.



“Don’t cover yourself,” she said. “Let us see. You have a beautiful body, sweetie. Be proud of it.”



Ron came over with the Cleopatra dress. “OK,” he said. “Put this on, and let’s see if it fits you.”



Actually glad to put on a dress, Sean quickly got up and reached for it. When he had it on him and tried to zip it up all the way at the back, they found it was too small for him. Camilla put her hands on his waist and closed her eyes. Visualizing the dress to be altered to hug his body snugly and comfortably, she felt it loosen up just enough to be such a perfect fit.



Surprised at the sudden lack of excess tightness, Sean asked, “What did you do? How come the dress suddenly fits me?”



“I have special powers,” she said. “I’ll show you a few more things I can do.” She put her fingers on his Adam’s apple.



“Oh?” Sean asked, startled to feel vibrations on his Adam’s apple, face, neck, and legs. “What did you just do?”



“Look in the mirror,” she said, “and lift up your dress.”



He did as she asked. His Adam’s apple was now so small as not to be seen, and his leg hair was all gone!



“How’d you remove my leg hair?” he asked. “And how’d you shrink my Adam’s apple?”



“You’re going to find you won’t need to shave anymore, either,” she said. “Your facial hair will no longer grow. I hope you weren’t planning to grow a beard or moustache.”



“OK, but how did you do all that?” he asked. “You some kind of witch?”



“No,” she said with a proud smirk. “I’m a goddess.” She touched his smooth legs and lifted up his dress to see his penis again.



“Oh?” he asked with a sneer of disbelief, then he blushed at how his exposed penis was getting erect again, from her pleasurable caressing of his legs.



“You don’t believe me, eh?” she asked, still looking at his penis.



“No, of course not,” he said, embarrassed by his erection, but excited to know she was interested in it.



“Well, if I’m not a goddess, do you have a better explanation for what just happened to you?” she asked, still smirking at his hard-on. “Can you explain how I got you to drink a plastic bag of my come?”



“No,” he said, now turned on to know he’d drunk her come. Normally a guy who infamously struck out with girls, he thought he finally had a real chance to score with Camilla.



“Good,” she said.



“Then let’s begin our first rehearsal,” Ron said, now wearing a black leather jacket.



*******************



As the rehearsals continued over the months, Sean gradually got used to getting naked in front of not only Camilla and Ron, but all the other people involved in the production of the play; for Camilla insisted that Sean had to be psychologically prepared to stand frontally nude before an audience packed with people. At the end of the play, he, as the drag queen Hosanna, had to strip naked and let the whole audience see his penis when he said to Ron (Cuirette), “I’m a man.”



Sean also had to get used to Ron touching him as a gay lover during all the rehearsals, something Sean was becoming increasingly aware of Ron enjoying. Sean subconsciously was beginning to like it, too, and Camilla psychically sensed the boy’s bi-curiosity, always encouraging it.



Now, while Sean was somewhat interested in Ron, he still lusted after Camilla much more. She of course knew this, and, thinking he was cute, had every intention of finally sleeping with him; but she wanted him first to be initiated into her cross-dressing ‘priesthood’. That’s why she wanted to do a production of Hosanna in the first place. She’d initiated Joey, Allen, and Chris in essentially the same way, through forms of, as she saw it, mild erotic humiliation: now it was Sean’s turn.

Since she was becoming more erotically interested in boys, rather than older men, she had to reconcile this new object of her lust with her bitterness over how so many boys in her childhood had cruelly called her ‘ugly’. To her, a boy was in a low and humble state, as opposed to the older men she revered and admired. For a boy to be worthy of having sex with her, he had to be humbled first.



Indeed, Camilla had insisted that Joey, Allen, and Chris all receive anal sex from, and perform fellatio on, Ron and his gay friends, with her watching. While enjoying the boys’ erotic humiliation, she could also enjoy another of her guilty pleasures: watching gay sex. If pretty Sean was to have sex with her, he would soon have to receive cock in his ass and mouth, too, and she couldn’t wait to see that.



The first night of performances finally came after the beginning weeks of the second semester: Sean was dancing with jitters. Camilla, in her ‘Goth’ look, was helping him change backstage.



“Don’t be so nervous, sweetie,” she told him as she helped the naked boy put on some pink panties.



“Sorry,” he said as he felt the underwear hug his balls. “I’m a little worried about who’ll see me.”



“Everyone in our production has seen your penis and bum dozens of times,” she said, helping him put on a pink padded bra. “You must be used to that by now.”



“Yeah,” he said, clipping the bra in place. “But what if my friends are in the audience?”



“Then they’ll look at you in admiration of your beauty,” she said, helping him put on the Cleopatra dress. She looked him in the eyes with a focused stare. “Relax,” she said. “You’ll be fine.”



“I’ll be fine,” he repeated calmly.



After zipping up his Cleopatra dress at the back, she helped him put on his high heels and makeup.



The play began fifteen minutes later, and he walked onstage with a confidence that surprised him. He said all of his lines on cue, without even the slightest of inappropriate pauses. His and Ron’s performances engaged and captivated the audience, which included many of Ron’s gay male friends.



Ted Weinstein, the man from the CBC whom Camilla had fucked three years before, was also among the audience. His wife had mysteriously died a few months after he’d had sex with Camilla, though he wasn’t too heartbroken about it. A mere month or so after his wife died, he was fucking other women at the CBC, including many pretty young actresses. A year or so after that, he started wearing a mask on certain special occasions, as did some of his colleagues in the Canadian media.



Just before the final moment of the play, when Sean was to get naked, Camilla visualized his penis getting partially erect. She wanted it to be especially visible to the whole audience, to emphasize Hosanna’s maleness, as well as for other, more obvious reasons.



When Sean had finished stripping naked, done with a lack of inhibition that surprised Ron as much as it did Sean, Ron looked down at the boy’s cock with lustful joy.



Sean said the line, “I’m a man,” while Ron was standing sufficiently to the side so the audience could all see Sean’s penis. Then Ron embraced Sean, kissing him hard on the lips for about ten seconds before the curtain finally came down.



The whole audience gave Sean and Ron a standing ovation. When they took their bows, Sean was still naked, completely insouciant that everything was showing. The audience just clapped and cheered louder.



**********************



Several more successful performances of the play were done, and Ted attended them all, informing the other masked men of Camilla’s doings at York. She would continue to be thus monitored over the years by other masked men who were affiliated with the university. They were all biding their time, waiting for the right time to take complete control over Camilla’s body.



Delighted with the continuing success of Hosanna, Camilla and Ron wanted to celebrate; so Camilla invited Sean, Ron, some of his gay male friends, and some of her fellow Club Ritz strippers to her house. Since she’d planned a particularly wild party that day, she had Emily take Eros out to the Eaton’s Centre for the whole afternoon: they weren’t to come home until sunset.



It was an unusually warm day in late March, so Camilla and all her friends at the party took their drinks out into the backyard, and sat on the patio. Sean was the last invitee to arrive, since he’d taken a long time to get dressed properly: Camilla had insisted that he come in drag, and after so many productions of the play, he was now able to tart himself up without her help, though he was still rather slow at it.



He arrived before them on the patio, wearing a navy blue evening gown, black high heels, and heavy makeup.



“Hosanna, you look lovely,” Ron said.



“Thank you,” Sean said shyly, avoiding everyone’s gaze.



“Don’t be shy, sweetie,” Camilla said. “Come sit next to me.” He did. “We’ve been playing Truth or Dare? Have you ever played it?”



“Yeah, a few times back in high school,” he said.



“Well, it gets a little wild with us,” she said. “I hope you can handle it.”



“Oh, I’ve been able to handle a lot of things over the past half year,” Sean said. “I think I can do this.”



“Good,” she said. “It’s your turn: ask me.”



“OK,” Sean said. “Truth or dare?”



“Dare,” she said, anticipating what he’d say, and not minding a bit.



“Get naked,” he said.



“OK,” she said, gleefully unzipping her tight white dress and dropping it to the ground. She then kicked off her high heels. Without underwear, she was now naked. She turned around for Sean, while everyone else clapped and cheered for her. “How do I look?” she asked with a grin, delighted to display her nudity to him for the first time.



“Divine,” he panted, looking up and down in disbelief at her beauty and getting a hard-on. A neighbour was getting video of Camilla on his cell-phone camera; she psychically sensed this, and of course didn’t mind.



“Thank you, sweetie,” she said, sitting back down. “Truth or dare?”



“Uh, truth,” he said nervously.



“Are you a virgin?” she asked, psychically already knowing the answer.



Looking away and blushing, he softly said, “Yes.”



“Aww,” everyone said together.



“How sweet,” Camilla said in adoration, caressing his cheeks as if he were her son. “My little baby.” She kissed him on the forehead, as she would have kissed Eros.



“Truth or dare?” Ron asked Mercedes, a new stripper at Club Ritz.



“Dare,” Mercedes said.



“Eat Camilla’s pussy,” Ron said.



Smirking, Mercedes squatted between Camilla’s legs and started licking. Sean watched in awe, and his hard-on started pushing up through his dress. Camilla let out high-pitched sighs of pleasure.



“Truth…or dare?” Mercedes asked Ron between licks.



“Truth,” Ron said.



“Who…do you…wanna fuck…most of all…here today?” she asked, now sucking on Camilla’s labia.



Ron got up and leered aggressively at his choice of male flesh. “Sean!” he shouted with lewd enthusiasm. Everyone laughed, oohed and aahed, and Sean’s face went red.



“Don’t…be shy, sweetie,” Camilla said in sighs. “Oh! Gay is fun. Look at me. Ah! I’ll bet…you’d like it, too. Oh!” Mercedes was sucking on Camilla’s hard clitoris now.



“Truth or dare?” another stripper asked one of Ron’s gay friends.



“Dare,” the gay said.



“Unzip your pants and jerk off in front of Sean,” she said.



“Gladly!” he said, whipping his uncircumcised cock out immediately and standing before blushing Sean, who was as aroused as he was nervous.



Though Sean felt it would be rude to look away from the man’s cock, and his cock was fascinating the gay side of Sean’s bisexual nature, he still was much more drawn to the lesbian spectacle beside him. Camilla’s squeals were turning into screams as she approached orgasm. The neighbour getting video of her was annoyed that he couldn’t get up close enough to get all the juicy details. Finally, Camilla came in Mercedes’ mouth: Mercedes was licking the come off her lips after Camilla’s last gushing.



When Ron’s gay friend was about to come, he was merciful enough not to splash his load all over Sean’s face, however much he wanted to; instead, Ron motioned for the masturbator to go over to him and come in his mouth. Ron sucked on his gay friend’s cock for a few seconds, then he swallowed all his friend’s come. Camilla watched with a smile on her face, as did the most stimulated Sean.



The game continued, getting wilder and wilder. Finally, it was Sean’s turn again.



“Truth or dare?” Camilla asked him.



“D-dare,” he said nervously, not wanting to reveal any more embarrassing truths about himself, but equally dreading the dare.



“Do a striptease in front of Ron,” she said. “Get completely naked for him; leave nothing unrevealed.”



Everyone cheered, particularly the gay men. Ron just sat and panted in lustful expectation.



Sean reluctantly got up and stood before Ron, swaying his hips and nervously unzipping his dress. Camilla licked her lips as she watched the boy slowly titillate Ron, his most ardent admirer. Though the boy had slight bisexual tendencies, he decidedly preferred girls, and an initiation into gay sex was something he wasn’t sure he was ready for just yet. At the same time, he enjoyed the attention he was getting, having never got much of that kind of attention before.



His dress dropped to the wooden floor of the patio, and he was standing in a white padded bra and matching panties. He took off his high heels, then removed the bra. At last, the panties were about to come off. He stood facing Ron, who was impatient to see the boy’s penis again. It was particularly appetizing to see, for the erection was poking a bulge in his panties.



“Come on, baby,” Ron grunted. “Let’s have another look at that beauty!”



“Don’t be shy, sweetie,” Camilla said. “We’ve all seen it many times before.”



“Really?” Sean asked. “Even the strippers?”



“Oh, yeah,” Mercedes said. “We’ve all seen the play. I’ve seen it three times. You have the cutest penis ever. Let’s see it again. Don’t be shy.”



“Oh, OK,” Sean said, pulling down the panties. His erect cock bounced up and down when the elastic of the panties rebounded off his knob. Everyone cheered and clapped. The neighbour who’d been getting video of the scene, not being close enough to hear what the partying people were saying, had thought Sean was a girl, and went away in homophobic disgust to see he was a guy.



Now that Sean was frontally nude in front of panting Ron, he just stood there and did nothing. Ron was touching the boy’s legs.



“Come on, sweetie,” Camilla said. “Let him see everything. That was the dare.”



“I already have,” Sean said, his voice cracking again. Ron was fondling the boy’s buttocks.



“No, you haven’t,” Camilla corrected. “Turn around and bend over. Let him see what he wants to put his cock in.”



“D-do I have to?” Sean stuttered. Ron had opened Sean’s buttocks, and was now fingering his anus.



“Yes,” she insisted. “It’s part of the dare. Your asshole is your vagina, you know.”



Sean timidly turned around, bent over, and spread his legs. Ron was rubbing one hand on his crotch at the sight of Sean’s tight little virgin asshole, and the other hand stroked Sean’s penis. Sean looked back at Ron fearfully, hoping Ron wouldn’t touch any more boldly than he already was. At the same time, a small part of him wanted Ron to touch boldly…and do a lot more bold things with him. Ron never took his eyes off that pretty little hairless brown hole, the one Camilla had done a psychic epilation on the preceding October.



“Sit on my lap, sweetie,” Ron told Sean. “i want you to know how much I like you.” Sean sat on Ron’s hard-on, and Ron continued feeling the boy up.



Camilla just loved watching Sean’s submission. Getting Sean to indulge her gay friends was so much easier than getting Allen, Joey, or Chris to: they had all needed Camilla’s mind controlling powers to make them do that.



Everyone then walked back into the house and upstairs to Camilla’s bedroom. She and Sean were still completely naked, except for their heavy makeup. It was obvious what he was hoping to get from her.



“Um, Camilla, are we gonna…?” he tried to ask.



“Are we gonna have sex?” she said. He shyly nodded. “Yes, we are: all of us.”



“All of us?” he asked.



“Yep,” she said. “Not you and me, though: we’ll do that another time, when you’ve proven to me that you’re worthy of having me. For now, you’re having other lovers.”



“Oh?” he asked, hoping for the female strippers. “Who?”



“You know who,” she said with a wicked smirk. Ron stood before Sean with a wicked smirk of his own.



“Oh, uh…” Sean stammered.



“Do you want to be worthy of having a goddess in your bed?” she asked him.



“Of course,” he said. “But I’m not sure if I’m ready to…”



“To have me, you must first do something for me,” she said, tickling his chin. “It will please me hugely if you do it. You do want to please me, don’t you?”



“Absolutely,” he said, with another crack in his tremulous voice. “But…”



“Then let Ron fuck you,” she said. “And we all get to watch.” One of Ron’s friends took a video camcorder out of his gym bag.



“You’re filming this?” Sean said in near terror. “Uh, I dunno…”



“You wanna lose your virginity, right?” Camilla asked.



“Yeah, but with a girl,” he said.



“If you’re good, you will,” she said. “But first, you must give up your masculinity for me.”



“Oh, gee, I–”



“Give up your manhood for the Goddess, then you’ll have Her,” Camilla insisted. “It’s the only way you’ll ever get in bed with me.”



Knowing how unlucky he’d always been with women, and sick and tired of being a virgin, Sean saw this extreme situation as, indeed, the only way he’d ever get to make it with a beautiful woman. He got on the floor on all fours, reluctantly displaying his asshole, and Ron got some anal lube from Camilla. Camilla sat on the bed and watched, breathing heavily in anticipation, and fingering herself.



Ron lubed the boy’s rectum thoroughly, then his cock. Camilla leaned forward on the bed to get a better look. Ron’s friend, the one who’d masturbated in front of Sean, pointed the camera at Sean’s ass and pressed record. Ron’s other two gay friends were kissing on the bed and watching as Ron pushed the tip of his cock against Sean’s anal orifice.



“This is going to be SO good!” Camilla grunted, licking her lips and masturbating even more aggressively. The other strippers were watching in fascination as Ron slowly slid his cock inside Sean’s ass, taking away the boy’s manhood.



Ron slid his cock in deeper, getting half-way inside the boy’s rectum. Sean moaned softly, partly in fear and partly in excitement at the stimulation of his prostate.



“Squeal like a pig,” one of Camilla’s stripper friends said with a snicker.



“Don’t be mean,” Camilla said, even though she was enjoying the boy’s erotic humiliation much more.



Ron’s cock slid all the way inside, and Sean groaned loudly from how his anus was now a vagina. Camilla had succeeded in her transformation of him into a girl with a penis, and her slippery, wet pussy was ready to gush. Mercedes kneeled between Camilla’s legs and put her face up against Camilla’s muff. Camilla received Mercedes’ licks while watching the slow death of the boy’s masculinity, the same way Mary Postgate relished the sight of the slow death of the German aviator. Camilla came in Mercedes’ mouth the same way Mary had apparently orgasmed.



Ron hadn’t orgasmed, though; he pulled his cock out of Sean’s asshole, figuring he’d widened it enough. “Come around this way, Sean,” he said. “I wanna put it in your pretty mouth, now.”



“OK,” Sean said, in a state of complete submission.



“You’re gonna do some prayin’ for me, boy,” that other stripper said, “and you better pray good.”



“Come on,” Camilla chided. “This is hard enough for Sean as it is.” Still, Camilla was the one enjoying the boy’s feminization the most by far, apart from Ron, of course.



Sean acquiescently took Ron’s cock in his mouth, looking up into the eyes of the man who’d taken his manhood. Sean sucked on Ron’s cock as best as he could, but without any experience, he naturally wasn’t very good at it. Camilla used her psychic powers to improve the boy’s technique. She mimed sucking Ron’s cock as she concentrated, briefly closing her eyes to focus her psychic powers better. When she’d sent her energy over to Sean, she saw him now sucking away as expertly as she could. Ron found himself now enjoying the blow-job much better, moaning and sighing his appreciation at Sean’s new-found talent.



Mercedes continued licking Camilla’s pussy, and everyone else watched the gay blow-job with fascination. Even the two gays on the bed were ass-fucking while facing Ron and Sean, so they could see the whole show.



Finally, orgasms were imminent all around. Ron, about to blow, pulled his cock out of Sean’s mouth and rained his come all over the boy’s face. At the very first blast of Ron’s ejaculation, Camilla gushed into Mercedes’ mouth. The gay man with the camera had been jerking off the whole time he was filming the gay fucking.



Sean sat there with Ron’s come dripping off his face; though he was afraid, he was enjoying the sex.



The other gay men noticed the lascivious smile on Sean’s face, and decided to take advantage of the moment. The gay at the camera went up to still-kneeling Sean, while Ron, now spent, took over the camera duties. The gays on the bed stopped their ass-fuck, got off the bed, and got in line behind the former cameraman.



Sean took that gay’s cock in his mouth and starting blowing. The two gay men, not wanting to lose their erections, jerked off behind the gay getting blown. When he was about to blow, the other two got around Sean in a circle, jerking off over his face. Sean swallowed the first gay man’s come, then received bukkake from the other two gays. Camilla watched with her eyes and mouth agape, coming again in Mercedes’ mouth.



Sean went into the washroom and washed his face; then he returned to Camilla’s bedroom, sat on Ron’s lap, and felt his first lover’s arms protectively embrace him. Camilla was touched at the sight of the two gays.



Finally, she looked at her bedside clock and noticed the time–6:20 PM! She had to get everyone out of her house before her sweet, innocent son saw any of this debauchery. Camilla had no intention of her boy ever becoming anywhere near as sexually twisted as she was, so she had to hurry.



“Sorry, guys,” she said in a panic. “You all gotta go now. My son and nanny are gonna be here, and I don’t want them to see any of our naughtiness.”



“Why not use your psychic powers to slow them down?” Ron asked. “Things are just starting to get interesting.”



“I don’t want my boy out after dark,” Camilla insisted. “Sorry to rush you, but you have to leave now.”



“OK,” Ron said. Everyone got dressed as quickly as possible, Sean rushing out to the backyard to get his dress and shoes. He quickly got dressed.

I was at the end of the boardwalk about 4:15 the next afternoon. I saw Harold walking up the beach with another man. He looked younger than Harold, so I guessed that it must be his friend. He was in his mid-to-late forties, a little shorter than Harold, weighing in at, I’d say around 170, slender built. He had slightly balding blond hair, moustache and goatee,



Harold walked up, stopping at the bottom of the stairs,



“Hello, again,” he said, “This is my friend Alvin.”



“Hi,” I responded, as I went down the steps, “I’m Will. Nice to meet you.” I extended my hand.



“Hi, same to you.”



“The wives have gone to Wilmington, to do some shopping and catch a movie. If you still want to, we’d like for you to come to the house and play. Right, Alvin?”



Alvin looked me up and down, “Yes, that would be fine with me…if you’d like to…”



“I’m here, aren’t I? Yes, I am pretty sure that I’d enjoy going with you.”



“We are parked over in the next lot. Do you want to ride with us, or follow,” Harold ask.



“I’ll follow you. I stopped and bought some condoms and they are in my truck. Besides, if your spouses get home earlier, it’ll be easier for me to leave.”



“Sounds good to me. We’ll meet you at the main road. It’ll be a few minutes, but the time spent later will be worth it,” he said, grinning.



I went to my truck and drove to the entrance of the parking lot that they were in and waited. They pulled out and I followed. Harold’s place was a few miles away, and on the land side of the island. It was a modest house with large trees in the back. It was raised on piles, the underside concrete with parking and a storage room. The backyard was enclosed by a six-foot wooden privacy fence, with a boat house and small dock. A shorter fence and bushes blocked the view of the yard from the inland waterway. It was located in a quiet residential neighborhood. Very nice!



I had parked the truck by backing into the driveway and was greeted by Harold and Alvin at the bottom of the steps leading to the house. Harold wasted no time in getting down to business.



“I hope you wore the grey thong that you had on yesterday,” he said as we entered the house, “I told Alvin how hot you were in it and he wanted to see for himself.”



“As a matter of fact, I did,” I said, as I unsnapped my cut-offs. “I thought maybe he’d like to get heated up the same way that you did.”



“Well then take of the shorts! Did you bring in the condoms?”



“Yes”



“Alvin, go to the bedroom and get ready. We’ll be there in a minute. I have something to show our new friend.”



He lead me into a small room where he had a computer. Upon powering it up, he produced a CD, put it it in the slot, and opened it to a slide-show. There were many pictures of Alvin in different poses, states of bondage, and some very degrading ones.



“That is what Alvin likes,” Harold said. “Do you like it? I hope so, because that is why we are here. Do you like being dominated?”



“To an extent, but I’m not into pain.”



“You will have much pleasure here today, both receiving and giving. No pain, just pleasure.”



He shut down the PC and we returned to the den, “Alvin, are you ready in there?”



“Yes, I’m ready…”



“Come in here and properly greet our guest,” commanded Harold.



Alvin stepped from the bedroom wearing pink nylon panties, a pink push-up bra, and a blond wig! He had on pink stockings, black garter belt, and long sleeved pink gloves. I must say that I had not expected this, but was not at all turn off by it.



“Come and greet Will, as you should,” Harold spoke again.



Alvin walked to me, knelt down and began to pull my cut-offs down my thighs. When he saw the thong, he sucked in his breath,



“Oh, Harold! You were so right! I love it.”



He leaned forward and began mouthing my cock through the thin material. Soon, he had the nylon soaked, my throbbing member jutting forward like a battering ram. He pulled the waistband of the thong over the head of my cock, freeing it. Sliding the thong down my thighs, he leaned his head, using his tongue to lick the precum oozing from my cock-head.



“Um-m-m-m…that’s good! You want some, Harold, or can I have it all?”



“Go ahead and suck him. Get him good and wet so that he can fuck that slut ass of yours. I’ll let him loosen you up for me.”



“Um-m-m, O.K., Thank you!” Alvin grasp my buttock with his gloved hands and pulled me deep into his mouth, lavishing the head of my cock with his swirling tongue.



He expertly manipulated my cock for a few minutes, as Harold undressed. Harold came forward, offering his half-erect dick to Alvin, who immediately moved his mouth from mine to Harold’s. He moved a hand around Harold ass and pulled us together, so that he could get both cocks into his mouth at the same time. Harold was kissing my shoulder and neck, kneading my ass with his left hand. He rubbed a finger on my asshole, gently probing. Moving his hand to Alvin’s mouth, he said,



“Wet my finger, Alvin. I’m going to finger-fuck his ass while you suck us. Don’t you just love having two hard cocks in your mouth at the same time?”



Alvin took three of Harold’s finger into his mouth, soaking them with his saliva. As Harold removed them, he held them for Alvin to spit on the tips. This done, Alvin continued to suck the two dicks offered to him. Harold moved his hand back to my ass, coating my anus with Alvin’s saliva. He probed with one finger until it slipped into me, then removed it and probed with two, then three fingers. He was stretching my ass pretty good. With the feeling of his fingers in my ass, of his cock next to mine, Alvin’s mouth and tongue, I thought that I would cum any minute.



“We had better slack off for a minute or two…keep this up, and I’m gonna cum!” I said to Harold.



“O.K. Alvin, get your panties off and lay on the towel…”



When he removed the panties, I could see that his cock was completely shaved, but, flaccid, and bigger at that state, than mine was when hard! He lay back, hefting his legs up, knees to his chest. He wet his fingers with saliva and and coated his anus and surrounding area.



“Is Will going to fuck me now? I want his hot wet cock in my ass. Please, Harold, let him fuck my slutty, cum sucking ass now?”



Harold nodded, and I pulled a condom from my cut-offs pocket.



“Do you have to wear that? I like to feel hot cum in my ass. I’m clean…”



“That may be, but I prefer to wear a condom. When I get ready to cum, I’ll pull it off and cum on your ass-hole, if you’d like.”



He nodded his assent, as I rolled the thin latex over my cock. Looking to Harold, I saw that he was also putting a condom on. He had a tube of K-Y and offered it to me. I saw the clear picture now… Harold intended to fuck me as I fucked Alvin. I took the lube, smeared some on Alvin’s ass, my latex covered cock, then coated my asshole, forcing some into the puckered opening. Harold grinned as I positioned myself between Alvin’s up-pulled thighs. My cock slid easily into him, then I sensed Harold coming in behind me. He ran a finger, then two, into my lubed ass.



“Good and juicy…” Harold commented, as I felt his cock come into contact with my flesh. He push into me in a couple of quick, short strokes. Now we were three joined as one. As he withdrew from me, I withdrew from Alvin. When he stroke forward, so did I. It took a few minutes, but we finally got the rhythm and began to enjoy the fuck. Alvin’s cock got harder and harder as we fucked. I could feel it, more than see, due to the position I was in. When Harold raised to his knees and grabbed my hips, I raised enough to see Alvin’s cock for what it was, for the first time. It must have been at least ten inches long, and as large around, as my wrist!



Harold was fucking me harder now. I knew that if I didn’t change my stroke, I was losing the rhythm that we had going. I began to pump harder into Alvin’s ass, but I couldn’t get the thought of how big his dick was. Here I was, being pounded by the man who had given me such pleasure yesterday, thinking about getting the cock of the man I was fucking, into my ass. It would be, by far, the largest live cock I had ever had.



“Fuck, Will! Fuck my pussy-ass! Um-mm, it feels so good…



My dick is so hard…jack my dick, please…”



I grasp his cock with my right hand. I could just nearly touch my thumb and middle finger! I decided then, that I had to let that cock make its way up my ass! I stroked his cock for a few minutes, then turned to Harold,



“You feel good in my ass, but I want to change around, if that is O.K. with you?”



“Sorry, I don’t take it up the ass. I fuck asses,” he responded.



“That’s not what I had in mind…I would like to be fucked by Alvin…”



“What…”, they both exclaimed, at the same time.



“You want Alvin to fuck you with that horse-cock?”



“Well, I, at least, want to try it…”



“I’ve never fucked anybody in the ass! My dick is almost too big for my wife,” Alvin stated.



“Listen, I’ve used some fairly large dildos… not that large, mind you, but I’d like to try this. Harold, you’ve stretched my ass a pretty good bit and I think that I can handle Alvin’s cock.”



Harold reached for the tube of lubricant, “O.K. by me, but you do realize that these rubbers are not going to fit over that.” He pulled his hard cock out and squeezed a good amount of the lube into my gaping hole, before it began to close. He then began to coat Alvin’s cock. “Get up Alvin…trade places with our guest.”



Alvin stood and I got my first good look at his cock! It was huge…bigger than any I’d ever seen! It looked like it was five or six inches in circumference and had to be at least ten inches long. If it was green, I’d say it was a coke bottle, the old glass ones!



“Damn, Alvin, you’d better take it easy, because this might be the only chance you’ll ever get to fuck me, or anyone, in the ass! Go slow, and let me do all the work until we see if you can get it in. I’ll let you know if you need to stop. O.K.?”



“Yeah, Alvin, I don’t want you scaring off this fine piece of ass. If he says to stop, you stop! Do you hear me?”



“Yes, I do, and I will…I want to do you in the ass! I’ll be as slow as you want me to. I’ve never done this before,” Alvin was saying, as he slowly stroked his huge man-meat.



I lay on the towel, stuck my arms under my knees and hike my legs up, knees to the sides, “Harold, come in here first, and open me up again…”



Harold stepped in front of Alvin and dropped to his knees, quickly plunging his cock in to the balls and started fucking the hell out of my ass. It felt real good, but I was anxious to have Alvin’s cock in there. I ask Alvin to get a mirror so that I could see the action. He went into the bedroom and returned with a large hand-mirror. After a few minutes, I ask him to trade places with Harold.



“He’s ready for you, Alvin. Now get down there and fuck that hot ass! Go slow, remember?”



Alvin knelt between my spread thighs and smeared more lube on the bulbious head of his cock, then touched my asshole with it. I felt a thrill surge through my body…”Go slow, a little at a time…just rock forward and back, until I say a little deeper. I promise that I’ll get you in there, but I don’t want to get hurt doing it…”



“I’ll do as you tell me…” He began to rock slowly, pressing slightly, then easing off…then repeating the sequence.



After a few strokes like that, I ask Harold to place the mirror so that I could monitor, as well as feel the progress. He propped it against a chair, adjusting until I could see.



“O.K., Alvin, a little more push…I feel my ass relaxing a little bit, push a little bit harder, but don’t go too far. I’ll say when.” I encouraged him to enter a little farther, then told him, “That’s it…now hold it there…I feel some stretching. It feels like it is going past the first muscle ring…going inside my ass…hold that…Oomph! Yes…I feel it going in…” I watched in the mirror as the head of his cock disappeared into my ass.



“Damn, I can’t believe it, Harold! My cock is in his ass!”



Alvin’s huge cock-head slid into my rectum a few more inches, then I could feel it meet resistance from the turn of my colon. Looking into the mirror, I estimated that if I could manage four or five more inches, I’d have that huge cock inside of me up to his shaved balls. Wiggling my hips up, down, and around, I had hopes of lessening the resistance and getting the rest of that cock inside my ass. My anus was stretched further than it had ever been. There was pain, not unbearable, but I was determined. I wanted to take all of him!



“O.K., Alvin, fuck me, but don’t try to get any deeper until I tell you,” I said almost breathless.



He slowly pulled his cock back, until the head tugged at my sphincter, then slowly pushed back in. As he stroked in, I wiggled my ass more. After half-a-dozen strokes, I rolled my ass up as he pushed in and felt a couple of more inches go in,



“ALL THE WAY, ALVIN! PUSH ALL OF THAT COCK IN MY HOT ASS!’ He continued pushing forward as I watch his cock completely sink into me. His smooth balls were press tightly against my ass. “STOP! Hold that a minute…Oh-h-h, DAMN! My ass is full! Oh-o-o-o, damn! Hold it a second. O-o-o, ease up a little. Alright, back again…”



“Oh, Will, THANK YOU! Harold, I am up to my balls in his sweet, hot ass!”



“Damn right you are! In a minute, I’m gonna be balls deep in YOUR ass, Bitch! Don’t think for a second that tables are turning because you have your big cock in a hot ass!”



Harold positioned himself behind Alvin, ” Push your cock in and hold it there, until I get mine shoved up your sweet ass, Alvin.”



Alvin bottomed out, leaning further to my body, raising his rear to better accommodate the insertion of Harold’s cock. By way of the mirror, I watched as Harold’s hard prick slid into Alvin’s ass. It was really exciting to see this scene in the mirror. I wished that there had been another person there to take pictures and/or video the scene.



Harold stroked a few times then said, “Okay, Alvin, when I pull back, you stroke out. When I stroke into you, you go back into Will’s ass. Let’s go slow to set the rhythm, then we’ll speed it up and go for the orgasms, got that?”



“Yes, I’m ready.”



“Ready to get fucked by that huge cock, Will?”



“Yeah, I’m ready. Go ahead and fuck my ass. It’s ready, willing, and waiting.”



“O.K., Here we go,” Harold began to withdraw, and Alvin followed suit.



After a couple of minutes, they increased speed, and soon, they were ramming Alvin’s cock into my ass at a rapid rate of speed!



“Oh shit yeah,” I groaned, “Fuck that ass! YES! OH YEAH! THAT’S IT. FUCK ME!



“IT FEELS SO GOOD…YOU IN MY ASS, WITH ME IN HIS! FUCK ME, HAROLD! FUCK ME WHILE I FUCK HIM!



Harold was pounding away, head held back, with the occasional glance at the mirror to watch Alvin’s cock piston into and out of my ass. Alvin could only withdraw two-thirds of his cock, before Harold would reverse his stroke to slam back into him.



Harold began to grunt loudly, between clenched teeth, “I can’t stop it…I’m going to cum in your ass, Alvin! You need to cum also! FUCK HIM HARDER!”



“Come on, Alvin…fuck me…fuck my ass…shoot your hot jizz up my ass! I want to feel it fill my ass! Fuck it…FUCK MY ASS, ALVIN! PUMP YOUR HOT CUM IN MY ASSHOLE…FUCK ME…FUCK ME HARDER!”



Harold yelled out, “DAMMIT, I’M CUM-M-M-MING IN YOUR HOT ASS…”



“I”m going to cum! I’M going to cum too, Harold! FUCK YOUR HARD COCK UP MY ASS! I’M CUM-M-M-M-M-M-ING…oh shit… I CAN’T HOLD IT! HERE IT COMES…AH-H-H-h-h-h!



Alvin’s cock seemed to double in size as it swelled with the impending flood of cum heading into my bowels. He rammed his cock in as far as he possibly could, and held it there as his ball emptied their content into me.



My ass was contracting over and over, trying to milk every drop of cum from Alvin’s spasming cock. When Harold finished his orgasm, he rocked back, pulling his semi-hard dick from Alvin’s ass.



“Come on, Alvin, fuck me with that big cock,” I whispered. “Pump all that cum into me! I want you to fuck my ass like you’ve never fucked an ass before!”



He stroked his cock into my ass a a dozen or so times, then collapsed on top of me, crushing my dick and balls between us…



“I can’t go on…I’m spent…too weak from…that orgasm…I’m sorry,” he whimpered.



‘SMACK!’ The sound of Harold’s hand on Alvin’s ass.



“Get off of him, Alvin! Let him breathe. I want you to suck him off now. Get around there and suck that cock until he cums down your throat!”



Alvin immediately did as he was told, taking my balls first, into his mouth. He reached beneath my thigh, easily inserting two fingers into my ass, and began to massage my prostrate.



He then sucked my cock into his mouth and, within a minute, or two, I arched my groin into the air, and flooded his throat with my orgasm. Spurt after spurt of my pungent cum jettisoned into his mouth! He swallowed over and over…I could feel his throat close on my cock each time. I relaxed back to the towel, totally spent.



“Wow, gents! That was HOT! But, it seems that time flies when you’re having fun! It is almost seven, and the girls could be home any time from now on. We’d better get straightened up. We lost a little time coming over to get you, Will. We figured that they’d be gone about four or five hours and they left around three.



“Heck,” I offered, “I don’t think that I can get up, much less walk! Alvin, THAT was, without a doubt, the best ass-fucking I’ve ever had! Not setting aside the ass-fucking you gave me yesterday, Harold. That was fantastic also. You’ve got to admit, though, that Alvin has a lot more cock than you. I’ll probably be sore for a few days after this!”



“No disappointment from me,” he said, “I was extremely turned on seeing that big cock fucking you. The mirror was a good idea. We’ll have to remember that. But, like I said, time to get it together. I wouldn’t want this time to be spoiled by two women walking in here to see you laying there with cum weeping out of that stretched asshole of yours. You are one helluva-man to take that cock up your ass like that! Now, let’s get on with it.”



I got up, slowly, found my clothes, and pulled on the thong, then cut-offs and T-shirt. Alvin had gone to change out of the outfit he had been wearing, and came back into the living-room just as I put my sandals on.



“Thank you, Will. I will never forget this.”



” No, Alvin. Thank you…for being so patient, and I want ever forget this, either.”



They walked me to the door, watching as I hobbled down the steps to my truck. I waved and drove off down the street.



As I sat at the stop-sign, I waited for an oncoming car with a right-turn signal blinking, to pass, or turn. It turned onto the road, and I glanced to see the driver and passenger…two middle-aged women. I wondered if they were the wives returning from their day of adventure.



I drove back to the condo. My roommate had left a note on the table to inform me that he had gone out to dinner and would see me later…maybe. I filled the bathtub with as hot-as-I-could-stand-it water, removed my clothing, stepped in, and settled down for a hot soak… and reminiscing.

Early morning hours are always foggy, not just the air but the head seems to be too. For some reason the brain seems to be sluggish as long as the clouds cover the sun. Perhaps that is just a metaphor for my marriage.



For five years I have been married to a wonderful and talented, strong willed goddess. For the first three years sex wasn’t just sex, I used to call in sick to work just to stay home and in bed, or the kitchen, bathroom and ect… Then my wife miscarried and we were past devastated.



Of course I threw myself into work. Staying late and stressing over new accounts seemed to be the only thing that would calm my aches. My wife didn’t work, I provided enough to live very well so she wouldn’t have to, and think that’s what hurt her the most. She had all the day to think about it and never healed.



Halfway into the forth year and we were fighting everyday. I was never home, she never left the house and that amazing sex… stopped altogether.



Finally one day my wife broke down.



“Jon,” words pushing through the sobs, “I can’t be here anymore.”



“What? How do you mean?”



“All day long I sit here watching TV then I go upstairs and exercise. Afterwards I take a shower and finger myself to Internet porn remembering your cock or at least try to remember. Its been so long since you and I have made love…”



Through my bewilderment I asked, “What about Valentines Day?”



“Next week is the Forth of July,” her voice now more angry. Then a calm came over her, suddenly almost automatically. “But all that is about to change. You see I called in for you today as well as this week. You and I have plans.”



“But Sophie, I have the Zabruter account this week…”



Then she pulled a group of papers from her dresser, and my heart sank immediately.



“You have no choice Jon, its either you come with me or I leave without you.”



To this day I can’t tell you why I was so reluctant to go at first. I guess work became habit or an addiction and it was all I did. Hell I didn’t even jerk off anymore, to afraid to stain my suits. However, I agreed and off into the countryside we went.



She said she was going to drive so I could sleep and be rested. We listened to classical music for some strange reason and I of course knocked right out.



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I never dream about sex anymore, and never like this, but during the ride my dream was unlike anything before.



My wife pulled the car over at one of those stops that just have pay phones tables and bathrooms. I remember looking at the freeway and seeing all these cars go by but not seeing any parked here as I walked to the restroom. By the way I never trust sitting down in these places so of course I just stood at the urinal and relaxed. Just as I stopped I heard a whisper and felt two hands on my crotch.



“Close your eyes Jon baby,”



“Sophia I thought that wa….”



“Yes I’m here now shush, and close your eyes,” her hand started to squeeze hard at the base of my penis. “Do you understand me?”



“Yes mistress,” the words rolled out of my mouth as if it were habit, but my wife and I only played around once in a while like that. Never did we take it to the full extent.



“Good, now spread your legs for me.”



I did instantly, again very unlike me, and she ran her other hand over my hips pushing my pants down to the floor. I could feel her smooth hands pulling at my cock and rubbing my ass. Then her mouth, that soft velvet tongue over the tip and behind my balls lapping over my ass. I felt as though I was losing myself to her mouth when she started pushing her wet fingers past my tight hole.



Instinctively I moved forward and away but that just pushed my dick into her mouth again.



“Jon, just go with it, give into it… You don’t have a choice…”



Those words echoed in my head so loud I didn’t even hear myself speak, “Yes Mistress,” again and suddenly pleasure overtook my senses.



Never before had I allowed her to go this far with anal play but damn it felt good when she pumped her fingers in and out while sucking me hard.



Just as quickly as she started I felt her move behind me, bending me over.



“Jon, tell me you want me to fuck you, you need it, you will do everything I tell you to, tell me you belong to me and I will take you to new depths of pleasure.”



“Yes Mistress, fuck me please, I want it, need it badly. I will do anything you say I am yours.”



{Now like I said I never allowed Sophia to adventure this far with my butt before, so what happened next had surprised me, yet I didn’t care.}



Then I felt it, the tip of another dick pressing against my virgin hole. I know its fake, still I am startled. That lasted for maybe two seconds until that tip broke the surface.



Pain.



Pleasure.



I screamed and moaned at the same time at first then relaxed as she pushed the strap-on to its end. With one hand stroking my manhood and the other on my hip she built up speed.



“Who’s my bitch?”



“I am,” again way to easy to say.



“Give yourself to me, vow yourself to be my slave, love everything I do to you, do everything I say. Vow and you will cum harder than you ever have before… Say it bitch, remember YOU DON’T HAVE A CHOICE!!!”



Without a pause the words fell from me, I vowed, and I came…. no…. I hate to use cliche’s however I exploded, my ass clenched in ropes as I shook and orgasmed. My moans were overshadowed by hers as she climaxed at the sound of mine. Perhaps it was just me, but I swore I felt her come inside me, but she just had a strap-on, my wife is no tranny. I have fucked her pussy so many times, I am pretty sure shes all female.



Without time to rest or dress we hurried to the car, pants still off of us both.



She started the car and told me to sleep again until we arrived.



“Go ahead baby sleep some more, I will wake you when we get there, sleep.”



Again I was out, this time for only a few minutes it seemed and that is when I awoke to here voice.”



“Jon, wake up sweetie we are here.”



“Man I feel fantastic… but I had the fucking craziest dream.”



“Lets get to our room and you can tell me all about it baby,” but she was already out of the car headed to the door.



Before she knocked a man stepped out, tall with sharp glasses, very …. handsome?… that’s weird for me to think that.



“Sophia,” he said as if he were here childhood friend. Then he looked at me, “You must be Jon, your wife has told me some great things about you. I am Dr. Jacob Bents a pleasure.” I felt as though I was blushing when I shook his hand.



“Are we ready to get you two to your room?”



“Yes Doctor,” Sophia blurted excitedly, “he’s ready the classical cd worked instantly.”



“Wait, what?” I was so confused.



“Never mind my boy, just come along. Anyway, from what I understand, you don’t have a choice…”



Blackness.

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