SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

Sometimes events overwhelm us. I know I have experienced a few occasions when I was unable to control the all-consuming urges that led me to do embarrassing things.

It was a nice evening. Cindy, Bob, and I had a nice dinner in an expensive restaurant. Bob and Carole are my in-laws.

At 50, Bob has lost none of his athletic build. I can’t say he’s handsome, although he does attract attention from the opposite sex.

His wife, my mother-in-law, is also 50. She seems to be winning the battle against aging. Her skin is smooth, and from what little I’ve seen, it’s wrinkle-free. Her build is much like her daughter’s. Both have nice racks and perfectly heart-shaped asses.

I’m Johnny. At 26, I’m the same age as my wife, Cindy. I don’t command the same attention from women as Bob does, but I was fortunate to be intelligent enough to earn a Master’s degree in accounting. I have a great job and make a very comfortable living.

It was my ability to earn that attracted Cindy to me. Once I was introduced to her sweet pussy, marriage wasn’t far off.

After we left the restaurant, Mom and Dad retired to the pool and changed into their swimsuits. Cindy and I followed suit.

I tried not to stare at my in-laws when we joined them on the patio. Mom, like her daughter, wore a skimpy white bikini. Both women showed plenty of skin, which affected Bob and me the same way. From the corner of my eye, I saw the bulge in his Speedo gaining weight and heft.

Even though the conversation was light and non-sexual, seeing both women nearly naked had an impact on us men.

My dick wasn’t on display, as was Bob’s. Mine was under a baggy, near-knee-length bathing suit.

Now my wife is very sexual. But it was her mom who initiated what occurred that fateful evening.

I had just returned from getting another bottle of wine and was refilling my in-laws’ glasses. Mom started it off. Feeling tipsy, she complained about how tight her bikini bra top was, and, without further ado, she took it off.

My hands trembled as I filled her glass. Purposely making eye contact with me, Mom grinned. “Someone likes my boobs,” she announced to the others after placing her hand on my hidden erection.

I reached out to Cindy for help, but haven’t heard back. Instead, she too had removed her bra top. What little Carole and Cindy had been wearing was now less. My face burned with embarrassment, having my MIL tell everyone I had a hard-on.

Adding to my embarrassment, Carole continued her assault on my dignity by stating, “Johnny isn’t packing much, Cindy. You poor dear.”

Bob smiled as I attended to his glass. “Don’t be shy, Johnny. These girls are a lot to handle,” he said as he massaged his obvious erection through the nylon, keeping it out of view.

I managed to pour Bob’s wine and hurried back to Cindy. If I had hoped the talk about my dick was over, those hopes were dashed when Cindy brought up that her mom was right. “Johnny is small, Mom, but his oral skills are wonderful.”

“I agree that a man who knows how to pleasure a woman with his mouth is nice, dear, but sometimes we crave a big cock.”

“Don’t I know it,” Cindy agreed, much to my chagrin.

“Show us that big cock, daddy,” my wife said, alarmed. She was talking to her step-dad.

“Hold on,” I said, trying to get a handle on what was already beyond my control. My words were ignored.

“Yes, Bob,” Carole chimed in. “Show your stepdaughter what she misses. Johnny seems interested, too.”

Humiliation burned through me. Carole had spotted me sneaking peeks at Bob’s big bulge.

“Show Johnny your big cock, daddy,” Cindy pleaded. Then she told me to go to Bob and get a good look.

I can’t say what propelled me to do what she told me. Maybe it was Carole’s chiding. Perhaps it was the way Bob invited me over to him. I could have resisted even when Cindy pushed me out of my chaise.

Whatever it was, I found myself seated in the patio chair Bob had pulled close as I approached.

All eyes were on me as Bob teased us by slowly pulling his Speedo down and back up several times. My eyes were riveted on Bob’s bulge. Curiosity killed the cat, I’m told. Satisfaction brought it back.

When Bob finally freed his beautiful cock, I was amazed. It was everything mine was not. Thick, nearly 7″ long with a perfect head. Never had I been that close to a near-naked man that I knew. My puny by comparison dick was as stiff as it ever had been.

My reaction surprised me, if not Cindy and her mom.

“Help me out, Johnny,” Bob asked when his speedo reached his knees.

Robotic movements allowed me to rise from my seat and move to the end of Bob’s chaise lounge chair. “Go on, son,” he smiled, raising his legs.

If the women were speaking, I heard nothing but the buzzing in my head. It was the same buzz I had heard when in Amsterdam on business, my clients took me to a nude show where they engaged in sex acts.

When they forced me to go on stage at the performer’s request, the actors ended up showing the crowd my puny erection by pulling my underpants down. I admit I was caught up in the eroticism, and quite tipsy, I began gyrating my hips, causing my little hard dick to flop up and down to the crowd’s laughter.

I discovered by accident that day that having my little dick exposed aroused me. Sph, small penis humiliation is real, and so is the arousal that comes with exposure.

See, that’s what I mean when I say that some events can be overwhelming.

Now I find myself in another situation. Standing at the foot of my father-in-law’s chaise holding his Speedo, I’m staring at his impressive manhood. My breathing was labored, and I heard myself gasp when he spread his legs, giving me direct visual access to his big balls.

With his left hand, Bob patted the patio chair in which I’d been seated next to him. Not letting go of his Speedo for reasons of which I have no idea, I mindlessly accepted his invitation and once again was seated very close to him.

“Nice, huh?” Bob asked rhetorically.

“Very nice,” I heard myself agree without thinking.

I watched as Bob took his big cock in his hand and held it up. “You can hold it if you want, Johnny,” he whispered loud enough for the ladies to hear.

“Oh, he wants to, Bob,” Carole told him.

“I think you’re right, Mom,” Cindy joined in.

“It’s perfectly okay, Johnny,” My wife said, coming to stand behind me. “He has the best cock ever, babe. Go on. hold it. See for yourself how hot, how thick his cock is.”

If I thought the evening was getting overtly sexual thus far, it was only getting started.

Carole joined us. Standing on my right, she pressed her bare breasts against my shoulder as she leaned in. “Take his cock in your hand, Johnny. You know you want to.”

When I weakly resisted the urge, Mom took my hand and placed it on Bob’s wonderful cock. Forcing me to clutch her husband’s big cock, I no longer felt the need to feign resistance.

“Yes, baby boy. Jack that cock,” Carole urged me.

Not to be left out, my wife joined her mother. “Hold his balls when you masturbate, daddy,” she whispered, her breasts on my back.

“By all means, Johnny,” Bob said, taking my left hand and pulling it to his scrotum.

Leaning in to hold his balls brought my face in proximity to his cock. What should have been an uncomfortable position to be in had the opposite effect on me. That beautiful cock was so tantalizingly close. My licking my lips was not lost on either of my three companions.

I felt Bob’s hand on my face, tuning me so I could look at him. Moving his hand to the back of my head, he told me what I needed to hear. “I know you want to suck it, Johnny. Suck my big cock. Don’t be the only one here that hasn’t.”

Temptation ruled my actions. Pulling his cock and moving my face into position, I licked the large purple head.

Three people inhaled loudly when they saw my tongue explore the large manly gland.

The savory pre-cum served to empower me to take his cock in my mouth.

I had a bit of difficulty taking that big cock deep. Carole, seeing my struggle, moved aside, allowing me to slide my chair up, giving me better leverage to enjoy my father-in-law’s cock.

Losing myself in Bob’s cock, I was unaware that Cindy had moved to where he and she were kissing.

I felt the cock in my mouth and mom’s boobs against my upper back as she watched closely, murmuring words of encouragement. “That’s good, baby. Show a real man what a grateful cock sucker you can be for him.”

“A grateful cock sucker?” I thought. “This isn’t so bad. Not for my first time,” I reasoned.

“Bob, can you do without your new cock sucker for a few seconds?” Carole asked her husband.

“Why? What’s up?”

I stopped sucking that fat cock. Keeping it in my mouth, I listened to them talking. “Johnny needs to be naked,” Carole stated.

“She’s right, Johnny. Go on, son, show us that little dick,” Bob insisted.

I was at a crossroads. I knew that showing my in-laws my puny excuse for manhood would be cause for never-ending humiliation. I could simply walk back inside my house or give them what they want.

My indecision must have been obvious. The next thing I knew, Cindy pulled my swimsuit down to my feet. The sight of my short, thin boner had the reaction I knew it would.

The ensuing laughter only made my already little boner throb all the more.

To my horror and adding to my humiliation, my mother-in-law took my dick in her hand. Grinning, her face in mine, Mom cracked wise. “No wonder I don’t have grandchildren. Bob, plant your seed in our daughter. I want a granddaughter.”

“You don’t mind if Bob fucks your wife, do you, Johnny?” Mom smiled sweetly. But her question was pure rhetoric. Bob and Cindy were in a standing embrace as they kissed. Bob’s hand went to grab Cindy’s fine ass through her bikini bottom.

Mom, still holding my erection tightly in her fist, led me over to the engaged couple. “You need to be part of this, Johnny. You do want to be involved with your wife’s pregnancy, don’t you?”

I wanted to run away and hide my shame. But a part of me wanted to stay, to be a part of Cindy and Bob giving us a child. It was so very sordid, so nasty, and breath-takingly erotic. I nodded to mom who let go of my prick and nudged me closer to Cindy and Bob.

“Johnny, be a good sport and take Cindy’s bikini bottom off for me,” Bob said, breaking their kissing.

I knelt behind my wife and pulled her bikini bottom off. Bob’s hand immediately squeezed Cindy’s exposed bottom.

Bob sat back down on the chaise, and Cindy straddled him, facing out. She beckoned me to her, which I did.

“Put his cock in me, babe,” my wife directed me.

Kneeling between Bob’s feet, I looked up at my wife for a reprieve I knew wasn’t gonna happen. “Do it, Johnny. Grab that cock you enjoyed sucking and put it in me.”

With trembling hand, I took Bob’s big, hard cock and helped him enter my wife. I knelt listening to Cindy groan in appreciation. “God, daddy, I have missed your big cock.”

When I thought it couldn’t get any more humiliating, mom told me to be a good cock sucking cuckold and lick Bob’s balls, his cock, and my wife’s pussy.

I watched from my kneeling position. My wife rose and settled down over and over. The way her inner pussy lips clung to Bob’s cock when she raised was hypnotizing.

Cindy locked eyes with me. “God, Johnny, Daddy has such a big cock. I just know you’ll get to love it as much as I do.”

I watched, transfixed, until mom told me to give them some privacy. “Come with me. We need to talk.”

I followed my mother-in-law into our house, looking back at the rutting couple when I heard my wife groan in ecstasy.

Mom sat on the edge of my bed and directed me to kneel between her spread legs. I could see her damp arousal through her bikini bottom. “Cindy says you have excellent oral skills, baby. Show momma how good you can make me cum.”

To my amazement and arousal, Mom pulled her bikini crotch to the side, baring her shaved pussy. “Well, baby boy. What are you waiting for?”

“Um, I thought we were going to talk,” I said, not taking my eyes away from her pussy.

“I’ll talk, you lick and listen.”

I pushed my face between mom’s thighs. The aroma from her pussy was strong, musky. I stuck my tongue out and gave her sex a tentative lick.

“You can do better than that, Johnny,” Mom insisted, standing up. “Take this bottom off and let’s get serious, Johnny.”

My hands shook as I slid her bikini bottom down to her feet. Mom stepped out of the flimsy garment and resumed her position seated with legs spread.

I went back to licking her snatch and tongue fucking her. Hearing her moan and sensing when she lay back to enjoy my mouth, I knew I was doing a good job.

Mom sat up and took my head in both hands. moving from the bed, she squatted over me, scrubbing my face with her seeping pussy. “Ah, damn, yes, baby. Fuuuuck,” she cursed and shuddered.

With her hands still clutching my head, Mom sat back down. “Cindy was right. You have excellent oral skills. Go easy, baby, nice and soft.”

I gently nibbled on her soaking cunt, savoring her seepage.

When my mother-in-law had had enough, she pushed me away. “Thank you, baby,” she smiled. “It’s nice to know you can tend to my daughter’s pussy.”

“My pleasure, ma’am,” I beamed at her compliment. All thoughts of Cindy fucking Bob had temporarily left me.

“Now, my tiny dicked son-in-law, you need to know that Bob and Cindy have fucked before.”

“Yes, ma’am. I gathered that.”

“I asked him to knock her up, Johnny. You certainly don’t have the equipment to put a baby in your wife’s. And Bob is such a man, a real man, Johnny. I expect that Cindy and I will as well that you’ll tend to Bob’s cock like a good cock sucker.”

“Wait, what?” I cried out. “I’m not one of those, Carole,” I stated adamantly.

Carole only chuckled. “Sweet Johnny, you’ll be his cock sucker, and if I know a sissy when I see one, you’ll want more.”

Just then, Bob and my wife entered the bedroom, leaving mom’s words to simmer in my brain. “Ah, Johnny’s waiting for me,” Bob stated smugly, standing near me. His long, thick cock, shiny with Cindy’s fluids, now hung post-fuck soft and so very near my face.

The room was silent. I broke my gaze from Bob’s cock to see all three watching and waiting. I instantly knew what was expected of me. I wanted to resist. I wanted to end this nightmare. I wanted to run and hide from my prurient desires.

I looked at Bob’s gleaming cock and surrendered to my base instincts. Opening my mouth, I placed my hands on Bob’s thighs and pulled him to me. “That’s my cuckold,” Bob enthused as he slid his cock into my mouth.

My dick was so hard it hurt. I used my lips and tongue to clean the familiar taste of my wife from Bob’s big member.

“Watch your husband, sweetie. See how happy he looks with a cock in his mouth? It’s like I’ve been telling you. He’s a natural cock sucker,” Carole triumphantly stated.

“You’re right mom. I mean, I figured he’d put up a little fight, but nope. Johnny did just as you said he would.”

Bob ran his hand through my hair. “It’s a good thing when a male understands his worth, ladies. Johnny will make an ideal sissy. I might even fuck that fat ass he has.”

They all heard me gasp when I heard that. I wanted to move away, but Bob held me in place. “My balls, son. Lick my balls. Never forget to lick a real man’s balls, baby.”

“Tea bag him, daddy,” Cindy urged.

Not one to disappoint a woman, Bob had me lay in my back as he straddled my face, his knees on both sides. His cock dragged across my face when he brought his big balls to my mouth.

I learned what tea bagging is quickly and lapped and kissed his scrotum as he raised and lowered it for me.

When Bob’s was cleaned, and everyone was satisfied that I’d confirmed their suspicions, Bob let me up.

“Poor baby. ” Johnny is the only one who hasn’t cum yet,” Carole made a note. “Go on, Johnny. Jack that itty bitty dick for us.”

Thankful to be allowed to get some relief, I used two fingers and thumb to take hold of my needy boner. I jacked quickly, not noticing that the others had left me to my task.

The next morning, my wife was brimming with excitement. “Isn’t it wonderful, Johnny? Mom and Daddy had such a good time last night that they decided to stay until the baby is born.”

“Wait. You’re already pregnant?” I asked in wonder.

“No, silly. Bob will fuck me until I am, and even after. But I know you’ll love them being here.”

There wasn’t a thing I could say that would change their plans. I had but two options. One would be to leave. Option two would be to stay and persevere.

Cindy spent a lot of time telling me how wonderful our sex life would be with her parents joining in. “Mom would never let you fuck her, Johnny. But you can use your mouth where your dick will never gain entrance.”

It didn’t take long for me to more than accept my status as Bob’s cuckold cock sucker. Something inside me just seemed to click when I had his big cock in my mouth. It felt so right, so compelling, and I began to look forward to those special events.

Was I brainwashed? Maybe. Or was I just, as Mom said, I was? Either way, I soon realized that, with Bob’s concurrence, Cindy and Carole were slowly feminizing me.

It started with mom calling me her daughter-in-law. To Cindy’s and Bob’s amusement, I blushed and giggled.

They insisted that I be naked when at home at all times. That was easy because Mom, Cindy, and Bob never wore much. Bob, in particular, always had his big, beautiful cock showing. I think he did that to remind me how much less than a real man I was.

Still, I learned to love the sexual atmosphere.

Coming home from the office, I undressed in the garage. Mom suggested that idea. No sense in bothering us, seeing you dressed as a man, Johnny. Soon, my clothes were hung on a rack in the garage—my underpants in a cardboard box.

When Cindy mentioned that her mom would like it if I would hand-wash their panties, I jumped at the chance. Feeling the delicate material, the pretty colors, and the sexy styles gave me an appreciation for lingerie I never had.

 

 

My services became required before, during, and after Bob fucked my wife or his, or both. His stamina was so great that he would have both Cindy and Mom on their knees, with me under their pussies. He’d fuck them while I licked his big balls.

Bob would infrequently have me suck him off. “My back hurts, Johnny,” was how it began. “I need your help getting me off.” The first time he fed me his sperm, he laughed. “Can’t make a baby with you sucking my cock, can I?”

One evening, when Bob had taken my wife to our bed to try to breed, Mom had me sit while she brushed out my ever-longer hair. Gathering my locks, she tied a pretty pink bow in the back.

“Why are we doing this?” I asked her.

“To make your man feel more comfortable while you clean his cock, baby girl.”

I turned to look at Mom after she called me “baby girl” for the first time. I saw nothing but sincerity in her eyes.

“Look, Johnny, we all saw how contented you look with Bob’s cock in your mouth. Masturbating with his permission while Bob, a real man fucks your wife? Do you have any clue about what that means, baby girl? You may be surprised, but Bob, Cindy, and I see it. You’re a sweet cock sucking sissy, Johnny.”

“I don’t want to be a sissy,” I whined.

Carole went on to explain that accepting me for who I am would be beneficial. “You won’t need therapy to find out why you’re attracted to real men.”

Titling my face to hers, Mom kissed my lips, just a quick peck. “Trust me, baby girl, accept what you are and let me guide you. You’ll feel much better about yourself.”

I don’t know if I felt better about myself, but Bob and Cindy both noticed my bow. “Johnny, how pretty you look,” Bob said, smiling.

“You do look pretty, Johnny,” Cindy agreed.

Bob rose from the bed and, for the first time, took me in his strong arms. With both hands on my big bottom, Bob pulled me against him briefly. “Nope,” he said, pushing me away. “I don’t want your little boner touching me. That’s gay.”

I understood what he meant and let him guide me to my knees to clean his virile cock.

“But you liked being in Bob’s arms, Johnny. Admit it.”

I was nearly in tears as Mom pulled my confession from me. “But Bob said it was gay,” I wailed.

“Only for him, sweet baby girl. Remember, Bob is a real man, Johnny, with a cock. I think I know a way for him to hold you close if you would like to hear my idea.”

I sniffed and nodded, “Please, tell me,” I whispered.

Mom had me lick her pussy as she explained how panties on me would hide my little dick and make Bob feel more open to holding me. “He really likes you, Johnny. Bob only wants what real men everywhere want. You understand that, don’t you, baby girl?”

“Mmm hmm,” I agreed, my voice muffled in the folds of her cunt.

“Wonderful. Tomorrow, I will take you panty shopping.”

I smiled inwardly. I already figured that they’d have me in panties soon, but Mom couldn’t see my smile. She was grinding her second orgasm on my sucking mouth.

“Your wife isn’t fertile, Johnny. You need to clean her first,” Bob directed me.

Eager to please the big, handsome man, I complied. It was one of the few times I would be able to eat his manly sperm from my wife.

I knelt with my bottom raised and moaned when I felt Bob caressing me back there.

“Such a sexy ass. Too bad Johnny’s a male. I’d love to fuck her,” he said to both Cindy and me.

“I bet she’d like that daddy,” Cindy said as I shivered. That thought of Bob sharing his cock with me in such an intimate way frightened me while arousal tore through my body.

“I’m sure she would,” Bob agreed. “But that’s some faggot shit.”

“I’m sure Mom and I can make her sexy for you daddy. Sexy enough for you to really want to fuck her.”

Cindy was satisfied with my cleansing of her freshly fucked pussy. “Do, daddy, baby girl,” she said, mimicking her mom.

Bob stood over me, looking at me as I swallowed his thick, zesty-tasting cock. “She does have pretty eyes, Cindy. I mean, I guess you could make her look sexy enough, but her dick touching me is a deal breaker.”

If there was any doubt about how I felt about Bob fucking me, I let the cat out of the bag. Unthinking, I blurted out, “Mom is taking me panty shopping tomorrow, Daddy.”

“That may just do the trick, baby girl,” he smiled down at me. “Lick my balls, baby.”

Like a good cuckold, I tended to my man’s balls while he and my wife discussed the possibility of me turning the corner and completing my journey from a mere cock sucker to a full-blown sissy.

The next morning, Mom insisted I wear the pretty bow in my hair when she took me panty shopping.

My face burned with aroused embarrassment hearing my mother-in-law tell the store clerk that we were there to purchase panties for her son-in-law. “Tell me, dear, have you ever seen such an inviting ass on a male?”

Mom and the clerk were made from the same pattern. The clerk grinned. “He isn’t the first male I measured for her first panties. Let’s get her into the dressing room so I can get her measurements.”

“I, um, well, is that really necessary?” I asked, hoping not to share my shame with the matronly clerk.

“Over here,” the clerk stated firmly.

I meekly followed her and Mom to the curtained entrance to the dressing room. Once again, I attempted to retain some bit of self-respect. “Are you sure this is necessary?” I asked, hoping against all odds.

I got my answer in the form of a sharp swat on my big bottom from the clerk. “Is she always so combative?” The clerk asked Mom as I entered the small space.

“She’s just now learning her role,” Mom chuckled.

“Aren’t you going to close the curtain?” I asked.

“More sass?” The clerk sneered. “Maybe a good bare-bottom spanking would teach you to mind your mother-in-law. Now get naked before I turn you over my knees and train you the hard way.”

I looked to Mom for help. She beamed with amusement. “Better do as she says, Johnny.” Then she turned to the clerk. “When she gets her first spanking, it will be my husband or me to give it to her. You can give Johnny her second spanking right here or at your place if you find that more suitable.”

I was blushing from head to toes as I eventually stood naked. Ordered to keep my hands at my sides, both women commented on my raging boner. Beyond them, other women shoppers were nearby and could hear everything.

“Now just stand there like a good girl. I’ll be back in a minute with some pretty panties for you.” She may as well have used the store’s PA system to announce, “Attention all shoppers.”

The clerk left us as a woman near Mom’s age came over. “He does have a cute body,” the stranger said, looking me over. “It’s good to cover that sad excuse for a dick in panties. Is she your son?”

“Oh, heaven’s no,” Mom said. “She is married to my daughter. But as you can see, she doesn’t have the equipment to give me the granddaughter I so badly desire. She agreed to let my daughter’s stepfather do it for her.”

They shared a laugh at my expense, which did nothing but make my dick throb with humiliated arousal.

I nearly climaxed when mom told the woman and the clerk that I had excellent oral skills that made up for my lack of manhood. “Even my husband lets her suck his big cock.”

Then the clerk surprised both my mom and me. “I’ve had my husband in panties for years. Panties and more.”

“More?” Mom inquired.

“Oh yes. Carl has a wide array of lingerie. Your daughter-in-law might love wearing some herself. My lover enjoys seeing my sissy husband in pretty nighties.”

My heart raced, my dick jumped, I waited for mom to ask me.”

“I think some lingerie would make you desirable, Johnny. Bob really wants to fuck your sexy ass. What do you think, baby girl?”

Both women tried to hide their laughter as I struggled to answer. “Um, uh, well, mom, I guess,” I stammered.

“You guess?” Mom asked. “You don’t want to be pretty for your man?”

“I do,” I managed to blurt out. “You know I do.”

Mom and the clerk exchanged knowing looks. “Maybe we should schedule a playdate for our two homos,” the clerk suggested.

“Maybe we should ask Mom to agree. Now let’s get our girl some proper under garments.”

I didn’t have to wait too long. The clerk returned with several styles and colors of very pretty panties.

I blushed all over as they watched me pull the first thong up my legs. “I love that color pink,” Mom told the clerk.

“It’s coral. We have them in your size if you’d like.”

“Maybe some other time, dear. Today is all about getting our girl ready for her man. Right, Johnny?”

“Yes ma’am,” I groaned as I shook and groaned and soiled my new panties with my orgasm.

“Jesus H,” mom laughed. “She came in her panties without tugging on her little dick.”

“I’ve seen that before. Johnny isn’t the first to climax in her first panties. It’s proof positive that she belongs in panties.”

“Thank the nice lady for helping you, Johnny,” Mom told me as I paid for my new panties, a short silk robe that left my panty-covered bottom pretty much exposed, a sheer negligee, and some mauve slippers.

Under my jeans, my new thong was wet with my previous orgasm. Mom insisted I wear them after discarding the boxer shorts I’d worn to the store. It was over an afternoon snack before we went home that I complained. “Mom, would it be all right if I changed my underpants?”

“Panties, Johnny. You’re wearing panties.”

“May I please change panties mom? They’re still wet from my, um, you know.”

“I think wearing panties you soiled with your lack of self-control should serve as a lesson, baby girl. Wear them home, then you can shower, and we’ll prepare you for your night with Bob.”

Knowing what mom had planned for me made my tummy turn. I was excited but scared. Being held in Bob’s arms that one time and the many times I pleasured his beautiful cock made me want more.

Sucking his cock so many times was no longer enough for me. I wanted him to desire me as much as he desired Mom and my wife.

“You’re thinking about Bob fucking you, aren’t you, sweet girl?” Mom smiled, breaking me out of my thoughts.

“Is it wrong for me to want that, Mom? I mean, um, you know, before I took his cock in my mouth and all, I never….”

“You never knew you were a complete and total faggot. A cock sucking homo with no business of planting your seed in a woman,” Mom finished my thought. “No, Johnny. Males like you are born to serve real men. Serve them with your mouth and ass-pussy. When Bob shares his cock with you, the way he does with my daughter and me, you’ll understand your role in life is to open your mouth and asshole for real men to fill with their spooge.”

“You may think you want pussy, but you know in your heart you don’t deserve pussy. You’ll love cocks. Cocks are your future. Like a good sissy, you’ll make yourself attractive for real men. Oh, they’ll know you’re not a woman. A real man can smell a sissy cock sucker in a room filled with actual women.

Now back at home, Bob and Cindy were poolside. Mom had me shower and wash my hair.

I sat as she blow-dried my long hair. Using a curling iron, Mom styled my hair into a cute flip just above my shoulders. “No bows tonight, baby,” she said, applying eye shadow and mascara. She had me pucker up so that she could show me the proper way to put on lipstick.

“We’ll have to get your ears pierced, baby. Some nice jewelry would be a nice touch.”

Mom stepped aside so I could see my transformation in the vanity mirror. I couldn’t believe how pretty I looked. My eyelashes were fuller and seemed longer than before. The blue eye shadow gave me a sort of sexy look. Combined with my full red lips, I looked like a girl.

“Wow,” I whispered

“I know, baby. You look like a pretty woman. Bob won’t think it’s gay when he shoves his cock in that fat pussy you’re sitting on. Now let’s finish preparing you for your first fuck.”

Mom used the same color as my lips on my fingernails. Then she used her own Channel Number 5, showing me how to dab it sparingly under my hair on the back of my neck, and a dab on my chest between my titties. “You don’t want to overpower your man, baby. A whiff of your signature scent is all that’s needed.”

It wasn’t long before Mom took my hand and led me to where Bob and Cindy were hanging out. “Cindy, Bob, I want you to meet Jennifer. Jennifer, go to your man.”

I was wearing a deep red bikini panty under my sheer white negligee top. “Go to him,” Mom whispered, letting go of my hand. I walked slowly to Bob as Mom called Cindy away. “Come, dear. Let’s give them some privacy for now.”

I stood before the naked Bob, afraid that he’d find me ridiculous-looking. He looked me up and down, and when he reached for his cock, I knew, I just knew he wanted me.

“Bob,” I said in a husky voice.

“Jennifer,” he smiled. “Can you help me with this, baby?” he said, holding his cock up.

I pulled a chair close and sat near his midsection. Reaching for his cock, I smiled. “You mean like this, sir?” I bent to kiss the large, flared head I was so familiar with.

Trying not to mess up my lipstick, I used my tongue to bring his cock to its full grandeur.

Bob, now fully erect, stood and helped me up. Taking me once more in his arms, I looked up at my man. He smiled down at me, then brought his lips to mine.

Our first kiss startled me. Bob was typically off-handed with me. But now, his lips were soft, his tongue wanting mine, his hands holding my pussy. We both moaned together.

When our kiss ended, Bob asked me if I was ready. “I’m going to fuck you, Jennie. Tell me that’s what you want.”

I put one hand on his balls, the other held his rigid cock. “I want it, Bob. I want you to complete me. Take me to your bed and fuck me.”

Bob wasted no time. He dragged me to our bed, put me on my knees, pulled my panties to the side, and very quickly filled me with his wonderful cock.

I’d seen Bob fuck his wife and my wife many times. Sometimes he takes it slow and easy, you know, like he’s making love. Other times, Bob is like a wild man, bucking and fucking hard and fast, taking what he wants for his pleasure and yours be damned.

That is how he took me that first time. Bob cursed and fucked like he was mad at my pussy. Pulling my hair with one hand, spanking me with the other, Bob hissed, “You sexy fucking homo. This is how a man, a real man fucks his little dick faggot.”

I moaned into my pillow, giving myself to my man and his cock. As sure as Bob filled me with his cock, he changed me forever. My polished fingernails clutched the bed sheet. I heard myself telling Bob that I am his little dick faggot while begging him to fuck me, use me, treat me like his sissy whore. “Spank your faggot sissy, Bob,” I pleaded. “Show me what a real man you are. God, how I love your cock.”

I felt in a constant state of orgasm, though I had soiled my panties at the store hours ago. Still, I could feel a thin trickle of cum oozing into my new panties again.

Pleasure and pain are closely intertwined, like love and hate. Bob’s pounding me both hurt, at least at first, but the new pleasures I felt were a fulfillment. I knew in absolute terms that I was where I belonged, on my knees for a real man. Be his cock in my mouth or buried deep in my bowels, I understood my place would be to answer the call of real men.

All those thoughts went through my mind in nanoseconds. Bob used my hair to pull my face up. There stood my wife and her mother watching. Carole had a smirk on her face. Cindy was recording it all on her phone. “Look at your faggot husband,” mom sneered. “You see what I told you about the little homo? You can use that recording to make that sissy do anything you want.”

“I plan to, Mom.” Cindy gave me an evil grin.

“That makes both of us, dear,” Carole told her daughter. “Send me a copy of your little porn movie. I knew Bob had some homo in him. I’ll make him suck cocks on Main Street for a dollar if he gives me any crap.”

Bob must have liked what his future would be.

“I’m cumming you pretty cock sucker. You fucking faggot. Ahh, yeah baby,” Bob grunted as I heard him do so many times with my wife and his. I felt his cock grow somehow; I felt it jerk and spasm.

“Yes, lover,” I moaned into my pillow. “Fill your sissy cock sucker with your seed. Use me, Bob, fuck me. I’m your sissy whore.”

I don’t know whether Bob heard me or not. After he finished, I lay beside my man as I have seen my wife do so many times. Toying with his chest hair, I gently kissed his nipple. “Thank you, Bob. That was wonderful. Was it good for you?” I asked.

Bob gave me an appraising look. “Baby, it was better than I could have imagined. A man could get used to that tight pussy you have.”

“I certainly hope so, Robert.” I used his proper name for the first time out of respect for the man for whom I felt a sudden rush of love.

Our wives, true to their promise to use us, had us perform for their friends. Satisfied we were completely under their control, both mom and Cindy took real men as lovers. Bob and I tended to them both before and after they fucked.

Now Bob wasn’t as happy in his new station in life as I was. Who could blame him? All he could do was stand by, ready to serve the man who fucked a baby in my wife’s well fucked pussy.

When mom told me that the store clerk was bringing her sissy husband over for him and me to tend to each other, I squealed in delighted arousal.

I urge every male reading this who has desired to be used by a real man to act on those desires.

I hope you enjoyed this story. Your comments and email will tell me.

 

The End.

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