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Just A Sissy Cuckold! By Throne (44 Pages)
🕑 Added 2020-05-15 02:47:32 +0000 UTCJust A Sissy Cuckold!
By Throne
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***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***
All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real. The acts in the following written work are only consensual sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.
Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities.
JUST A SISSY CUCKOLD
by Throne
I used to be a real man, or at least thought I was one. Sure, I'm short and have a slight build. I've always been more bookish than athletic, with no muscular development or even good definition. Some mornings I would look at myself in the mirror, brush my collar-length blond hair, and wish that my features were less smooth and more... well... manly. Pale blue eyes, a small nose, and weak chin don't exactly scream 'macho'. Even so, I had always consoled myself that I was the guy who married his high school sweetheart. Marielle is a bit taller than me, with light brown hair worn short and cut in bangs, to frame a sweet face. She has a trim figure except for her bust, which is overly full and even looks mismatched with her body, but in a good way. I'll admit that I was always excited by how chesty she is.
Anyway, back in school she had dated Josh, who was tall and muscular and kind of a jerk. He was the star of the football team. Not the guy who throws the ball but the one who catches it. I can never remember what the different players are called. But then, sometime during our last year, she had a breakup with him. I guess you could say I got her because she wanted a change. Marielle often mentioned how much more polite and considerate I was than him. But there always seemed to be a wistfulness to her tone when she spoke about her former BF. Us going out together became a regular occurrence and when I got a good job because of my computer skills, she mentioned marriage. I was thrilled and said yes right away. We were wed and even bought the typical suburban home, one that lacked only a picket fence to make it a total cliché.
Life went along peacefully. I was delighted with our sex life. It had always bothered me that I wasn't especially well endowed in the penis department. In the locker room, Josh had given me the nickname Tinker-dick, kind of as a play on the cartoon fairy from Peter Pan. But Marielle was very accommodating and allowed me to have intercourse every few days. I suppose it was easy for her because, after I played with her gorgeous bubbies and sucked on their big pink nipples, it didn't take me long to finish. She discovered that my own nipples were highly sensitive and that, by teasing them, she could get me to ejaculate even faster. I thought women were supposed to have orgasms themselves but she never went beyond purring and moaning, so I decided that different females had different reactions, and hers didn't include loud or animated climaxes, if any.
Sometime around the end of our first year of wedded bliss I noticed changes happening. She seemed even less reactive during sex and occasionally had reasons to not do it at all. Then came the fateful day when came home from work and found a visitor in our peaceful home. It was Josh, still with the same brush haircut and one of his muscle shirts that showed off his overdeveloped biceps. He was sitting on our living room couch with my wife, having a pleasant chat about the past. I was understandably upset but managed not to show it, or at least thought I didn't. It turned out he had found us on-line and called just to catch up with her. She invited him to come and visit. What was she thinking? Didn't she consider my feelings?
He had a wineglass in his hand and raised it to greet me. "Hey, Tinker-dick. How's it hanging?"
"It's... okay," I answered uncertainly. Was that my good wine he was drinking? The bottle I'd been saving for our anniversary?
My wife looked stunning in a tight sleeveless top and snug slacks. She said, "Hey, Tommy. I was just hearing about some adventures you had back in school. In the lunchroom and under the bleachers. It sounds like you and Josh had a sort of friendly competition going on."
What? How could she consider what he had put me through to be anything other than sadistic bullying? During lunch he had often made me eat vegetables that were included with the meal, which he and several of his buddies didn't want. Half a dozen servings of Brussels sprouts is not pleasant, especially when someone else takes the chicken cutlet that was your main dish. And having my pants pulled down with the football team laughing and jeering had brought me to the verge of tears. But Marielle had the later lunch period, so she missed my vegetarian meals. Even though she was a cheerleader, she never witnessed those shameful events alongside the athletic field.
She went on, "You know I don't like you keeping secrets from me."
"Well, those weren't secrets exactly. Just things I didn't want to talk about."
"Aw, come on," Josh chided. "It was all for fun. I don't know why you were such a wussy about it. The other guys thought it was damned hilarious."
"Well, I didn't," I responded sullenly. Being in my own home gave me courage I had never felt before. "You really hurt my feelings when you did those things. It was... demeaning."
He snorted derisively. "Give me a break. If you didn't like it, you should have just said so. I would have stopped."
Before I could point out that he had ignored my pleas, Marielle broke in. "No need for you to be rude to my guest, Tommy. I suppose, if you're so touchy, it's good you weren't here when Josh and I talked about our dating history."
"I certainly don't need to hear anything like that," I huffed.
"Okay," she said, now plainly angry. "If I can't talk about what I want to with who I want to, while we're around you, I suppose we'll have to go somewhere else."
"What? Wait. I didn't mean..."
Josh stood up and took two steps toward me. "Yo, Tinker-dick." He brandished is fist, but with his body blocking Marielle's view of it. "How about if you stop being an ass-hat to your wife? She deserves to be treated good. Like she was with me." He smiled smugly. "So just shut up and show some respect." That fist bobbed up and down, just enough to suggest that he was ready to throw a punch. "Unless you want to tell her she's not allowed to go out with an old... friend."
"Well, no. I mean yes. That is, she can do whatever she pleases." I sounded as intimidated as I felt. The last thing I wanted was to incite him to physical violence. "Marielle is an adult."
He opened his fist, turned sideways, and eyed her appreciatively. "She certainly is. All grown up. Even bigger than she was back in school."
My former bully was obviously referring to her attractive bust but, because he wasn't saying it directly, I couldn't show offense. Instead I just told my wife, "I'm sorry I made you feel uncomfortable. I guess I'll see you in... an hour or so?"
With a defiant tone she told me, "You'll see me when I get back. First you try to ruin my get-together with Josh and now you're trying to put me on some kind of a time limit. Like I'm not allowed to stay out late."
"That's not what I meant." I was anxious to placate her. "You can stay out as late as you want."
"Whoa," Josh interjected. "Now he's telling you he doesn't care if we make it an all-nighter. Lucky me."
"Hey," I snapped at him, before remembering that warning fist. "It's just... I don't want to worry about her. I guess you could call, Marielle. If you're going to be late."
"How about if I don't call?" she suggested. "Because I'm not a teenage girl on a date. And you're not my father, worrying that I'll be getting thoroughly satisfied by a big stud like Josh."
"I... okay." There was surrender in that pause between words.
"Fine," she declared. "Don't stay up late waiting for me. After what a jerk you've been, I'll need some time to cool down."
Josh told her, "Don't worry, babe. I'll do whatever it takes to help you feel better. Especially after the hard time Tinker-dick here gave you. You won't get a hard time from ME." He waited a beat before adding, "Unless you want it hard."
Instead of being insulted by that suggestive remark, she laughed. "Oh, Josh. You're so naughty. But then, you always were."
They went to the front door. Marielle looked back at me. She gave a broad wink and then was gone. With Josh. Her old boyfriend. And my EX-bully. Hadn't she understood that he had been verbally and emotionally bullying me all over again? It was six o'clock when they left. I paced around and then watched TV for hours without being able to focus. More than once I took out my phone to see if she had texted. That reference to an 'all-nighter' stuck in my mind. As it neared midnight I was a nervous wreck. At last I heard a car pull up out front. I peeked around the edge of the picture window drapes and saw Josh and my wife in his long sleek vehicle. They appeared to be talking but I thought I might have also seen them kiss. Was that possible? Maybe it had just been a friendly peck on the cheek. I stood here for quarter hour, feeling like a peeping Tom -- appropriate, considering my name, I realized -- even though who I was spying on was my own bride. At last she got out. Josh, being Josh, didn't bother to help her. Of course not. She went to his side of he car and leaned down. There could have been a kiss then, too. When she turned around and started up the front walk, I retreated to the easy chair in the adjoining den and pretended to be interested in something on TV.
"Oh," I said as calmly as I could. "You're home. Everything... okay?"
"Better than okay," she announced with a devilish grin. "Josh and I had a long talk, for starters. I told him that sex with you is about as much fun as steaming vegetables. And that your barely-there dick is just a joke. You little pea pod." She chuckled. "That's what I told him it reminds me off."
She had other grievances and they came out in an angry torrent. My quick finishing time in bed. The way I obsessed over her breasts, a habit she compared to a baby suckling. My general blandness. Lack of assertiveness. When she ran out of criticisms I thought we were done.
But she snapped at me, "There's more. But I don't want you getting all bent out of shape and giving yourself a pity party. So get down on your knees. Do it. NOW."
I sank into the desired position and looked up at her. That was when I noticed that her nipples were pressing out against the front of her top. Where was my wife's bra? She put her hands on her hips and sneered at me.
Marielle declared, "There are going to be some changes around here. I'll decide when and IF you are allowed any sex. I've put up with your hair-trigger pea pod long enough. And you can forget about even touching my tits. Understood?"
"Y... yes, dear." I was stunned.
"Plus, since you're not much of a man, I'll be doing some things to make you look like what you really are. And I don't expect any backtalk about it."
She stopped long enough for me to ask what had been most on my mind. "But you're... you know... done with seeing Josh. Right?"
Marielle put her small fingers on her chin. "Let's see. Am I done seeing Josh, who always kept me happy back in school every time we screwed in the backseat of his car, or on a blanket in the woods, or even that time we did it standing up in some alley in the city? Am I going to just settle for no-frills no-fun sex with you? I'll give you a hint. We went back to his place tonight and he humped me senseless. Several times. With his huge cock that just won't quit. Do you think I'll give up that so I can go back to trying not to yawn while your micro-dick is inside me?"
"So..." My head was spinning. "... you're going to see him again?"
"Duh, yeah, pea brain. Hah. Pea pod dick and pea brain. Great combination. I'm going to see him tomorrow. Right here. And by then I want you looking on the outside like who you really are on the inside." She waited a few beats of my racing aching heart before saying, "A useless little sissy." While I was absorbing that shock she appended, "Well, not entirely useless. But we'll get to that when we hit the sheets. For right now let's start by giving you something appropriate to sleep in. Unless you have any objections."
She challenged me with glaring eyes and compressed lips. After reencountering Josh, having him treat me as poorly as before, seeing her go out with him, waiting through those anxious hours, having her return in such a vindictive mood, being told I was a zero in bed, and learning that she had just cheated on me, my willpower crumbled. It seemed safer to just go along with whatever she intended, and perhaps mend our relationship the next day, before the scheduled reappearance of my EX-bully, though the EX part of it didn't apply at the moment.
Speaking barely above a whisper, I said, "Yes, dear. Whatever you need to make you feel better."
"To make me...?" She snorted derisively. "Okay, Mister Sensitive. What I need is to see you dressed like the wimp pansy you are." She snapped her fingers at me. "In the bedroom. And don't bother getting up. You can just crawl."
I was so beaten down emotionally that I simply did what she said. Moving along behind her I sniffled and tried to control my upset. I didn't want to start crying in front of my wife. When we got there she allowed me to stand, but only so I could strip naked. Then I had to stay that way while she inspected me. Her hand went to my genitals and toyed with my penis. In spite of how I was suffering, it became erect.
"There it is," she mocked. "The pea pod. Still miniature size even when it's hard. You're not a shower OR a grower. In the pecker department you're a nothing. Let's see what I'm going to dress you in, Tommy."
"All right, Marielle." I was still barely audible.
She told me, "And keep talking like that. Soft and girly. And I mean whenever you're around me, Tommy. But I can't even call you that now. How about we change it to... Tammy? Yes, from now on you'll be Tammy." She went to her dresser and selected a short nightie, a filmy one that I especially liked for its empire waistline that showed off her breasts so well. "This should be perfect, Tammy."
Marielle handed me the very feminine sleepwear. I slipped the lightweight garment over my head and let it slip down my body. The softness of the material teased my skin. It laid tantalizingly against my erection, stimulating it further. I whimpered with need. My wife put her hands against my chest and got her fingers on my nipples, rubbing up and down to make the gauzy nightie arouse me even more. I was in a confusion of humiliation and excitement. How could I stay stiff under such circumstances? Her thigh went between my legs to press against that straining member.
In a singsong voice she chanted, "Little pea pod. Little pea pod," while flexing and relaxing the muscles that touched me there. My lips quivered and I had to blink back tears. "What's the matter, Tammy? Won't you be able to sleep without some S-E-X?"
Somehow imagining that she was going to relent, as unrealistic as that thought was, I groaned, still keeping my words wispy. "Yes. Please. I need it."
"So all right." She peeled her top up and off, letting her big bosom pop free. I was horrified to see love-bites there. Josh had left his marks on her. She gave her bust a shake. "Look but don't touch, Tammy. These are only for Josh now." Then she got out of her heels and slacks. Made me remove her panties. I saw the damp crotch. Turning her back on me, she bent forward to flaunt her firm shapely bottom. "Nice, isn't it? Josh sure thinks so. Couldn't keep his big hands off my buns. And can't wait to get them there again. But at least you still get to gawk at me. Now let's hit the sheets so you can get down to business."
"Yes, darling. Thank you, Marielle. I'm so glad you're letting me... you know... inside you."
"Inside? Well, yes and no." She laid back on the bed and spread her legs lewdly. "The only part of you that's going into the pink is your tongue, Tammy. For real sex that's reserved for a real man. Namely Josh."
"But I thought..."
"You thought wrong. My pussy is off limits to your dick. Way off limits. Let me hear you say it."
"Say...?" I tried to think what she wanted to hear. Sounding oh-so-girly, I offered, "Marielle's pussy is off limits to me." When she didn't respond I figured she wanted more. "Marielle's pussy is not for Tammy. It is only for Josh." Still no reaction. "Because he is a real man and Tammy is... I am... only a sissy." She merely grunted, so I went on, awful though it was to have to say the words. "My penis... I mean dick... is just a little... insignificant... useless... pea pod."
She chortled. "That's 100% correct, Tammy. But to make sure you really understand, I need you to eat my pussy."
"But it's... you didn't... after Josh did what he did..."
She sighed. "My pussy is messy. It's full of Josh's spunk. After he stretched me out and pounded me hard for about an hour. It needs a deep cleaning. And some tender loving care, because he left it a bit sore. So get between my legs with your nose in my bush. And then get busy."
I gagged slightly at the thought of what I was about to do. Never before had I given oral sex to my wife. The act had always struck me as unmanly and, to be honest, disgusting. Now, with Josh's semen still defiling her most feminine place, it would be much, much worse. Even so, I pressed my nose against the blond fluff above my target. I inhaled not only her womanly musk, but also the distinctive odor of Josh's ejaculate. I was sickened but had to put my tongue on her pink outer lips and lick them clean. Then I needed to penetrate her -- in the only fashion I was now allowed -- and scoop out more of his stomach-turning deposit. She gave me a few instructions, like about how to suck her clitoris, and soon had me pleasing her.
"Just think," she mused, "your mouth is where Josh's cock was not long ago. You're slurping up and swallowing another man's cum. Dining on sloppy seconds. I can't wait to tell him how good you are at cleaning up after him. Especially now that you'll be on permanent lick-it-up duty."
I choked but managed to continue my unwanted task. Marielle murmured about Josh and his magnificent cock and how glad she was to have hooked up with him again. Then, to my surprise, she began to breath deeper and twitch her hips.
"Holy crud," she gasped. "You're getting me all heated up, you naughty girl. I didn't know that Tammy was not only a sissy but a lezzie too." In a monotone she said, "I'm being seduced by a dirty girl. Oh, help. Make her stop." She let out a soft cry of passion, followed by a few swear words. "Don't make her stop. Marielle wants another Big O. Even after all the ones Josh gave her. His were deep and satisfying. I think the next one is going to be shallow and soothing." She mewled loudly. "Just what I need after the marvelous sex I had with my lover."
I wanted to stop but had to keep going. Soon she was squirming, making wordless sounds that rose and fell. It all led to a climax but, as she had guessed, one considerably less intense then Josh had given her. She sighed and relaxed.
"That was nice, Tammy. Very girl-to-girl. I'm sure Josh won't be jealous. Especially when he sees you in panties. I'll have to buy yourself some tomorrow. Along with a big bottle of hair remover. And maybe some cheap cosmetics. Heh. Is all this keeping you hard, Tinkle-bell? Hey, there you go. Tinkle-dick and Tinkle-bell. Now you have TWO fairy names Wriggle up alongside me. But face the other way. I don't want to have to smell your pussy breath." When I was where she wanted me, my wife reached around to find that I had not gotten flaccid. She gave my penis a squeeze. "Feels like somebody is enjoying their first night as a sissy. In a pretty nightie. Think about that, Tammy. You might just slip comfortably into your new identity. Sort of like sinking into a warm bath, though in your case it would have to be with perfumed soap and maybe lots of bubbles. I think there's a sweet smelling girl inside you who's just waiting to be let out. I am going to have SO much fun making you over, honey-buns."
She let go of my manhood, if it could still be called that, if it had ever deserved the name, and rolled away from me. Soon my well-sated wife was sleeping soundly. I lay there, fully awake, replaying everything that had happened since I got home. After an hour or more I at last sensed sleep carrying me away. My last thoughts were about one of the final comments she had made, that I might have a natural propensity for looking and acting feminine, that I might even come to like it, or at least accept it. That was unthinkable. Wasn't it?
*********
The next morning she wrote a shopping list while I made coffee. It was even more demeaning to be wearing that shameful nightie with daylight streaming in the kitchen window. After I delivered a full mug of hot coffee she patted by bottom and told me not to have any.
"I don't want you having to stop all the shopping you'll be doing to take tinkle breaks, Tinkle-bell. Besides which, I don't want anything to wash away the flavor of my pussy that I'm sure is still in your mouth. And the taste of Josh's cum. He makes so much of it. Not like those pitiful squirts you used to leave inside me. A quick wipe with a tissue and they were gone. I don't have any panties that'll fit you, so just go without underwear. Can't have you in boxers or briefs. It might start you thinking you're a man again, and that's a no-no. In fact, all your boy undies will have to go out in the trash. Maybe we can make a little ceremony of it. You and me and, most importantly, Josh. Now before you get dressed, let me see you rub your cute nightie all over those perky nipples. Come on, Tammy. You know you want to. And it's a good way to bring out the sissy in you."
I stood there, shamefaced and cringing inwardly, while I stroked my chest with the soft-soft-soft material. Against my wishes, I got a straining erection. My wife made me take the hem of the nightie and give my penis a massage with the thin garment. It felt so good. I told myself that was only because I had been previously aroused without any relief. Yet after the ideas she had planted in my mind, about me wanting to respond that way and secretly enjoying it, I had to doubt my own hopes. After she finished her coffee she relented, told me to get dressed -- minus underpants -- and begin my shopping. Her parting instruction was that I should keep using my girly voice, with body language to match. I spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon driving around to get all the items she wanted. That included specific brands of beer and liquor for Josh, as well as snacks that we had never kept in the house before. There were a few items I usually got for myself that I was almost out of, but I knew without being told that I should not buy any of those. Naturally, people noticed my unmanly voice and body language.
When I returned, wrung out and nervous, Josh was there. He had my wife on his lap while he sat on a dining room chair with a mug of the coffee I'd made in front of him. Coffee that I was permitted to smell and long for but not to taste. Marielle gave him a deep lingering kiss before getting off his lap. He had an obvious and impressively large erection in his pants, which she reached down to caress affectionately. Then she barked orders at me about where to put my purchases. The last one was to take the scented soap and depilatory to the bathroom. I was to follow the instructions on the big plastic bottle of hair remover before washing with the lavender soap. Well, at least I would be able to wash the scent of their mingled sexual fluids off my face and rinse it out of my mouth.
The depilatory worked extremely well. Soon I had no hair on me anywhere below my eyebrows. The soap left me smelling like a bouquet of flowers. I even had to dust myself all over with my wife's lilac powder. Then it was time to present myself to the happy couple, who were by then in the living room, with Josh checking the sports scores and Marielle snuggled against him. I had to stand off to one side while he viewed numbers and statistics from various games of whatever sports were involved. At last he called me over to stand in front of them. First they chuckled. Then laughed out loud. And ended up convulsed with merriment at the sight of me naked, smooth and hairless all over, with my undersized penis on display.
"Here you go," my wife said, taking something from between the sofa cushions.
I recognized it immediately as one of the pairs of panties I had purchased. It had been so embarrassing to buy those, especially while speaking softly and keeping my wrists limp. I was sure the young cashier knew they were for me, though she probably imagined that I would don them willingly. Instead, after Marielle tossed them to me, I had to stand there with my face burning from shame as I stepped into them and worked their satiny material up my silky legs. When I adjusted them over my male parts it made my penis tingle. She had me tuck my member back and under, so that it was invisible. I had to mince around with my arms held a short distance from my sides, hands swaying like they weren't properly connected to my arms. That prompted fresh gales of laughter. The panties were a vivid pink with mini-bows at each hip. In the back they were so small that more of my cheeks showed than was covered. My bride nuzzled her lover's neck while he pawed her ripe breasts. Then she rose, with some reluctance to leave Josh, and announced that it was time for me to get my face made up.
Once in the bathroom, with me seated on the toilet lid, she went to work. I had found plenty of inexpensive cosmetics at the bargain store she had instructed me to buy from. My wife applied them generously, clucking about the way I flinched. She also fussed with my hair, snipped at it briefly with scissors, and brushed styling gel into it. Once she was satisfied with her work I was ordered to stand up and check myself in the mirror over the sink. I nearly swooned when I saw my reflection.
"Oh no," I whimpered. "You have to wipe it off. This is too much."
She put her hand on my bare shoulder and squeezed, her nails biting into my flesh. "I think it's exactly enough. And what I say is all that matters. Well, that and what Josh thinks. But I'm sure he'll approve. After all, the two of us agree that we don't want you mistaken for a man around this house. You are a sissy, so that's the face you'll wear."
I eyed my image again. She had made my hair fuller and cut it into bangs, which altered the shape of my face. My eyes appeared larger because of her art with liner, shadow and mascara. Blush made my cheeks look flushed, as if I was in a state of arousal. And my mouth -- OH NO -- seemed to have grown wider and assumed a frozen pucker, with lips that were dark pink and shiny.
"Perfect," she decided. "Now we'll show Josh. And let me see you smile, Tammy. Wouldn't want the man of the house to think our little girl is pouting. He might have to give you a spanking."
That possibility made me shiver. Really? I might be put over the big man's lap? With my bottom upturned and vulnerable? These abbreviated panties pulled down around my thighs? While my bride watched me be disciplined like a misbehaving girl? I shuddered. We reached him and he whistled softly.
"Great job, honey," he praised my wife. "I'm not sure which one of you I want to get my hands on."
"Well, with you going out of town for a few days, I want to get plenty of loving to hold me over until you return."
He smiled lasciviously. "Fair enough. And I need to empty my balls a few times before I leave. So how about we go find out if we can break the bedframe."
"That's what I want to hear, babe."
She told me to accompany them. In a daze I trailed the pair to the bedroom. Josh had brought a short length of what appeared to be a pipe about six or eight inches wide. It was on the floor, resting on one end, rising only about a foot and a half. I had to sit on it and immediately the rim dug into my buttocks and the backs of my thighs. It required me to be in a deep squat, which was also uncomfortable. The idea was not only to put me in that awkward position, but to give me a front row seat for the sexual marathon that was about to take place. Josh and Marielle slowly undressed each other. When I got to see his penis it was plain how inferior my own was. He had about seven thick inches while soft. My wife coaxed it into full erection with her soft hands, which added about two more inches and plenty of girth. The head was fat, with a wide ridge around its base.
Smiling maliciously down at me, she said, "If yours is a pea pod, this would have to be a cucumber. First prize at the county fair competition."
My bottom was getting sorer by the minute. I could shift around but any new position grew painful very quickly. I understood from the way I'd been treated so far, that standing was not an option. So there I stayed on my seat of shame and discomfort, while the lovers got onto the bed, enjoyed more foreplay, and Josh prepared to mount my wife. I hugged myself and, without meaning to, caused the nightie to tease my nipples. Soon I had another unasked for erection, my puny penis standing up so the pair on the bed could see it. They had a good laugh over that and commented on how I must be enjoying their performance. Josh got into position to penetrate Marielle, the end of his enviable tool at her entrance. He pushed himself in a few inches and was rewarded with her breathy whispers of passion. Then he buried himself in my wife all the way to his heavy balls. I was in mental agony, my backside aching, and humiliated beyond belief, but still very erect. I began to actively stimulate myself with the nightie against my chest and wrapped around my penis.
Marielle cautioned me, "You can play with yourself all you want, Tammy, but don't you dare cum."
I groaned. That would be too much. Still, what choice did I have? I couldn't make myself stop what I was doing but was forbidden from gaining relief. They shared lively loud sex for nearly and hour. Marielle orgasmed at least three times. Josh demonstrated impressive control until he was ready to finish.
He glanced over at me and offered, "Pay attention, Tinkle-bell, and you'll see how it's done. I'm going to cum inside your wife."
"Yeah," she said, breathing hard. "And he'll leave a big serving of cream for you to eat."
Moments later they came at the same time. I wanted to look away or close my eyes but wasn't able. Instead I goggled at them as their perspiring bodies clung together and he pumped her full of his spunk, which I knew I would soon be cleaning up and swallowing. I knew right then that I would never recover from what had just happened.
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During the next week my wife called the company I worked for to inquire about me doing my assignments from home. It turned out that I could perform all my work remotely. She had me gather up every piece of my underwear and, with her and Josh watching and drinking champagne, put it all into a box to go out on trash day. I even had to write on the cardboard carton things like TOMMY IS GONE and TAMMY WON'T NEED THESE. It sat there for several days as a constant reminder of my changed status. The morning of collection day I had to venture out in yoga pants and a woman's top with spaghetti straps, flip-flops on my feet, just as the truck was arriving, to give it directly to the workers. At least I didn't have to have my hair primped up or any cosmetics beyond a hint of blush.
During the same period Marielle drove me to several thrift shops. I was no longer allowed behind the wheel. She found me lots of things to wear, all of them either too gaudy, meant for someone much younger, or else overly sexy. Among her purchases were several mini-length skirts, a T-shirt with HOT written across the front, sleep pants decorated with unicorns and rainbows, and a yellow and red striped vest, probably from some fast food franchise, with a name tag still on it that said CANDY. There was also junk jewelry and a pair of gold sandals. Plus a raspberry colored beret. At home she had me combine and recombine those items into one embarrassing outfit after another. Josh got a kick out of seeing me, for instance, in only that vest and a teeny-tiny skirt. Marielle made me perform deep curtsies, which exposed the fact that I wore nothing underneath, and gave them fresh opportunities to make fun of my underdeveloped genitals and absence of pubic hair. Also, me being without underwear attracted added attention from Josh, who got into the habit of patting my bottom and goosing me. One time he just made me stand still while he cupped one buttock with his big hand and caressed it, which was highly disturbing, especially when it made my penis twitch. He was also looking at me with an unspoken interest that I hadn't observed before.
Every evening I had to wait on them like a servant. Picture me in, for instance, just that floppy beret, the HOT T-shirt after my wife cut it off just below nipple-level, and a pair of see-through panties that were several sizes too small, with lace-topped ankle socks on my feet. Looking like that I had to fetch them drinks and snacks, rub their feet, and play with myself for their amusement when commercials interrupted their TV viewing. They liked to be on the couch together, which was convenient for their frequent kissing and mutual fondling. I was required to stand off to one side and watch them, sometimes while touching myself intimately. More and more I got excited by all of it, even though I didn't want to.
Once, when Marielle was out with one of her girlfriends, Josh had me dress in a leopard print tank top, rainbow-striped knee socks, and sandals with two-inch heels. I had to strut around with my hands on my hips, wag my tongue at him, and toy with my nipples until my immature penis was as big as it could get, which wasn't very. He was sitting on the couch in just his T-shirt and boxers. I had to kneel in front of him and massage his feet. Then he made me rub his firm calves. I didn't like where this was going. And my erection refused to wilt, even though I tried thinking of unerotic things like toenail clippings and dandruff. Next he had me knead his inner thighs.
"Hope you don't mind if I take the old white-snake out for some air," he said, reaching through his fly to pull out his penis. "It's getting overheated for some reason. Maybe if you hold it up, if it's not laying against anything..."
I gingerly took the head between my thumb and first finger to raise it several inches. I can't describe how discomfiting that was. Josh sighed.
Afraid of doing something wrong and getting into trouble, I asked, "Is this okay?"
"Maybe just rub it underneath, very lightly."
When I did, it began to grow. Soon I had my hand on a very enlarged member. I realized that my thumb was on the sensitive seam that runs along the underside. He sighed contentedly and allowed me to go on while he closed his eyes and relaxed for several minutes.
Finally he looked and noticed, "You made a drop of clear stuff come out the end. Better get that off there." When I wasn't sure how to do it, he told me, "With your other hand, Tammy. The tip of one finger."
My hand trembled as I cleaned the drip off. I knelt there with the finger raised, my other hand still working up and down.
"I... it's..."
"You want to clean it off?"
"Yes, Sir. Please."
"Okay, Tinkle-bell." There was a box of tissues right next to him. He reached for it but then stopped. "No need to waste one of those. Just lick it off your finger, Pea Pod."
My throat tried to close up as I extended my tongue and tasted his saltiness. It was awful to have to do that. There was already a second drop swelling out of his urethral exit.
He decided, "You can just lick up that one right where it is. Cut out the middle step."
I was close to tears from what he wanted me to do. Looking up at my former bully -- and current bully, to be accurate -- it was plain that I had no other choice. Mouth opened wide, I flicked up the droplet with the tip of my tongue, trying not to make contact with his cockhead any more than absolutely necessary. Because I was still milking him, several more of them appeared and I had to carefully gather each one and take it into my mouth. Every time I shuddered.
Finally, fighting back a barely suppressed panic, I begged, "Please, Josh, don't make me perform fellatio." It sounded so strange to say that, especially with the girly way I had to speak.
"Do what?" He sounded almost offended. "I wasn't going to make you suck me off. Jeez. You have a really dirty mind, sissy. Just plain filthy."
"I... I'm sorry."
"And now that you've put that idea into my mind, of those ruby red lips wrapped around my meat, well, I'm not going to be able to stop thinking about it. I'll try, naturally. But if what you said leads to something else, you know, it's not my fault. Who gets the blame if I need a blowjob to help me get your words out of my mind?"
"I guess... I mean... it'll be... me?"
He glanced around. "There's nobody else here. And we already agreed it's not my fault. So tell me again and don't be so unsure about it."
As clearly as I could, in a high whisper, I confessed, "If I have to give you oral sex... I mean a blowjob... it will be because I started you thinking about it, even though you had no intention to... to..."
"You squeezed some more slippery stuff out of me. Lick it up."
I did, and then continued my interrupted thought with, "... you had no intention of making me... suck your cock."
"Right. And I didn't want you to swallow the huge load that would come at the end. You know I save all my spunk for Marielle. You only get it secondhand, when you eat it out of her snatch. True?"
"True." I was barely audible.
"I'm glad we understand each other, Tammy. And I'll try my best not to have this end up with my tool choking you." He paused a second before saying, "Now stand up."
"Y... yes, sir."
I did and he shook his head, with an expression that suggested he was accepting some unwanted truth. Josh pointed out, "You little pecker is still stiff, Tinkle. I'm thinking maybe you're trying to manipulate me into needing you to drain my balls. Like you secretly want it. But..." He tucked his softening penis back into his shorts. "... my woman should be back soon. That's who gets all my precious bodily fluids. You know how much she loves that. So diddle your nips a little but don't finish. The two of us decided that the less you squirt, the hornier that keeps you, then better job you'll do of going down on her." He stood and patted my head. Josh winked at me and said, "Better lick your lips. I think you got some of my goo on them."
I did, and was rewarded with a sneering smile. He swung one long leg over me and walked away.
A week later my wife had to be out again. This time I was in something she had ordered on-line, a baby doll nightie with a flouncy bow at the neck and marabou feathers around the bottom, and that was all. My hair was longer and the bangs nearly touched my thinned out and darkened eyebrows. It was cut evenly at collar length everywhere else, with the ends turned under. Before she left, even though I could do my own make-up, Marielle did my face and gave me dark eyelids and full looking lips. Josh seemed to notice all that. I kept nervously checking him to see if he was eyeing me. This time he was on the easy chair in just his short belted robe. I kept getting peeks of his relaxed penis and tried not to think about it. My nipples were overly receptive and the nighty brushed against them every time I moved. My penis got halfway hard. As much as I told myself it was only because I almost never got to finish, that was becoming increasingly difficult to convince myself of.
After some sports show that Josh liked was over, he called me to sit alongside him. His hand went to my smooth bare thigh.
My wife's lover said, "You just can't stop eyeballing me, can you? And you made yourself look extra seductive, didn't you?"
In a small voice I agreed, even though it wasn't exactly true, "Yes."
What I wanted to add was that I was only watching him so closely out of anxiety and the my appearance was Marielle's doing. But I was too nervous to speak more.
"And we both remember how you got me thinking about what it would be like to have your pretty mouth on my jaw-stretcher."
By then I couldn't be sure who was responsible for that, so I simply nodded.
He let out a long breath. "I did try to get it out of my head. I thought about Marielle instead. I mean, she adores licking my cock and sucking the head, stroking the shaft and fondling my balls. Hell, you've seen her do it. I love the way she sometimes makes those happy sounds when she's swirling her tongue around the wide part. But you don't need to hear that. You're married to her and I guess that at one level it's rough on you to know she needs a better man to take care of her needs. On the other hand, both her and me have noticed how your baby pea pod stands up when you see us doing the dirty. But the bottom line is, with you being such a sissy, and checking out my junk, plus getting yourself all dolled up when you know it's going to be just the two of us here, well, it makes more sense to get this blowjob thing out of the way right now, instead of having it be on our minds all the time and not doing anything about it. Know what I mean?"
"Yes."
"I'm glad you agree."
I hadn't agreed that I should do it, only that I understood what he was saying. But like what happened so many times, he misunderstood and kept going. Josh untied his robe and pulled the halves apart, fully exposing his flaccid member. I stared at it in spite of myself. An urgent need took hold below my waist. I didn't want to do it but my body and mind were confused. I couldn't think of anything to say that might avoid or even delay this terrible experience. I lightly touched the knob of his long penis, lifted it, and got my other hand under it. My fingers closed around its considerable thickness and a applied just slight pressure. It was so warm and my fingers couldn't close all the way around it. I tentatively stroked him and he exhaled slowly, which I took as a sign of approval. As I continued to pump him in slow motion I could feel his shaft grow. I watched it add length. Soon I was gripping a fully erect and very intimidating penis.
"Go on," he said. "Say something nice to my cock."
"Say...?"
"Like how attractive it is and what you want to do with it."
"But I'm not... I don't want to..."
Josh shook his head. "Listen up, Buttercup. If you don't convince me that you're into this, I won't enjoy it as much as I should. If that happens, well then, we'll just have to keep trying until you get it right. I mean, that's only fair. Why don't you start by giving it a kiss and then say something like what you'd say if you were kissing Marielle. You know, if I let you put your mouth on hers. Which I won't. Come on now. You don't want to get me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry, Tammy."
He didn't have to say any more to convince me. I pressed lips against the tip of it, noticing too late that there was a fresh leakage of clear glistening wetness. I delivered the kiss and then drew my face back a few inches. He waited for me to say something.
In a sultry voice, I cooed, "Oh, Josh, you're cock is magnificent. So much bigger than mine." I decided to pour it on thick. "No wonder Marielle prefers you to me."
"Good start," he congratulated. "Now do as well with the licking and sucking, and we'll be okay."
The last thing I wanted was to have to repeat this scene until I did it to his satisfaction. So even though it disgusted me, I opened wide and took in the first three inches. My lips closed around him and my tongue went to work. I sucked and lapped and swirled. He grunted and groaned. I cradled his sizable testicles in one hand while keeping the other wrapped around his root. My head went forward and back several times.
I took him out of my mouth long enough to take a deep breath and purr, "It's wonderful to have you in my mouth, filling it up so completely. You taste so..." ??? "... manly," I finished, grateful that the word had come to me without too much of a pause.
Then I got him back into the warm wet interior of my mouth and sucked greedily. I ran my tongue over the underside of his knob. The only reason I was acting like that and saying those awful words was to keep him happy, get this over with, and avoid a repetition. Even so, the idea that I might, at some level, take pleasure from this, was stuck in my mind. As much as I tried to discourage that thought, there was one problem. My penis was rock hard by then and my testicles were drawn up tight. Josh told me a few times what to do and to not rush it. I complied and he muttered something about me being almost as good as my wife at using my mouth on him. After what I estimated had been more than twenty minutes, he started to breath harder and set his hand on the top of my head.
"Back off, you little blowjob queen. Just keep the head in your mouth. That's right. Now keep sucking while you jack me off. I want to spurt in your mouth and not down your throat. Give you the full effect on your first time."
Naturally, I obeyed. Josh growled, his hips bucked once, and semen hit the roof of my mouth. It came hard and fast. My mouth was in danger of overflowing but I gulped down one -- two -- three swallows. That was enough for me to keep up with it until the worst was over. My fingers coaxed several more dollops out of him. My tongue was coated. The memory of what had happened was printed on my mind. I kept going, though more slowly, until he grew soft in my mouth. Then I freed his member and dutifully licked it clean. Thank goodness he had gotten it out of his system and I was never, ever going to have to do that again.
The next night, after he had utterly satisfied my wife in bed, he barked at me to clean his cock with my mouth. I did and he got hard. My wife watched as the bully forced me, with just his threatening tone, to give him fellatio again. She giggled. He guffawed. I understood that from then on he would expect oral sex on demand.
One evening, soon after that, my wife had me in a new outfit. She had seen some ugly clothes in two boxes at the curb, waiting for trash pick-up the next morning. Marielle left them there and drove me to where they were after dark. She took us to the end of the block, pulled up, and sent me back on foot to get them. I was wearing a sleeveless top with wide horizontal stripes and tight Capri pants of some stretchy fabric, along with my pink flip-flops. I picked up the boxes and walked, trying not to drop them, while looking around their bulk to see where I was going. I just needed to get to our car. Well, HER car, since she had gotten the title changed. I was almost there when she rolled forward and glided through a quiet intersection. I hurried to catch up but she moved again. Strollers and other motorists started to notice. With my longish hair slightly styled, and wearing those clothes, I might even have been mistaken for a flat-chested female. It was all so shameful. When she finally did wait for me I put the boxes in the trunk and got gratefully into the passenger seat.
At home she had me go through everything. It was all long-out-of-style but she found one blouse and skirt that she decided would be especially mortifying for me to put on. The big find, at the bottom of the second box, was an old apron, a big one with ruffles around the border, and wide ribbon ties. She made me strip down to the skin and put it on at once, even though it needed to be washed and ironed. I had to repack the items that were going back out into the trash. I had an unwelcome mental vision of having to go out and meet the collection men again, like I'd done when my male underwear was discarded. For the rest of the day I had to stay in that shameful single garment, with a big flouncy bow in back that did little to cover my bare bottom.
A few nights later I found myself alone with Josh again when my wife went to visit a girlfriend. I dreaded that he might demand fellatio. He called it cock sucking, knob gobbling, snake swallowing and any other crude name that popped into his head. I was in a nighty that fell to my knees and thankfully wasn't transparent, although it came without panties. On my feet were clear plastic slippers with two inch, blocky heels. The footwear shaped my legs and made the way I walked extra swishy. Josh kept ogling me with what could only be bad intent. Every time I noticed his predatory gaze my penis twitched. I wished that would stop happening. At last he came up alongside me and put his arm around my shoulders.
"Let's go sit on the couch," he said, sounding like a guy trying to get his girlfriend where he wanted her.
Josh steered me to where he preferred to be. He sat but, when I tried to put myself alongside him, pulled me onto his lap. I was very uneasy sitting on his muscular thighs. He tugged me against him, my back pressed to his broad chest.
"Now give your fanny a wiggle," he urged. "Come on, Tinkle-bell."
I whimpered but did as he wished. He kept me at it for a few minutes, while he blew in my ear and stroked my arm. With mounting alarm I felt his cock grow hard beneath me.
"See what you've gone and done? Got me all excited, you dirty girl. Since you got it up, it's your job to get it back down again."
With one hand in front of my mouth -- as if that could somehow protect me -- I asked, "Do you want me to... you know?"
"What? Slobber all over my cock and then see how hard you can suck it? And then make me cum in your mouth? Well, how about if you just give it some loving with your lips and tongue, but I won't give you a bellyful of spunk?"
"You mean I won't have to...?"
"Won't have to swallow like a hungry slut. Sure. I'll give you a break."
"Th... thank you," I told him with genuine gratitude.
"No problem. Now just sit alongside me, a short distance away, so you can lean over and get your kisser on my meat pole."
UGH. He must have known how much his rude terms upset me and used them on purpose. Still, he wasn't going to make me consume his semen. I assumed he was saving it for my wife. That meant I would have to clean it up later but anything, even that, was preferable to taking it straight from the source. I moved off him and over, so I could bend down and lavish attention on his penis. He stood, opened his pants, pulled them down only slightly, and sat again. I had to free his cock from his shorts. Then it was time to get my mouth on it and give him enough pleasure to hold him until Marielle came back later. We had hours but I hoped the big man would soon return to his sports TV shows. As I mouthed him he kept telling me to get him very wet. He had me lick the full length, cap the head with my mouth again, and get plenty of saliva on him.
With a laugh he pulled me to my feet, put me in front of him, facing away, and made me bend forward. Next Josh grabbed my hips with both hands and started easing me back. Something bumped me between my buttocks. OMG! He had gotten his member against my virginity.
"Time to pluck your rosebud," he said with nasty humor.
"NO," I squealed, sounding like an untouched and frightened bride on her wedding night. "You're too big."
"That's why I had you get my stick so wet." There was pressure against my opening. He was stretching me back there with the end of his penis. "And you'll be surprised how easy you can take it all. And how much you'll enjoy it, once you learn to."
"I won't be able to take it. You'll destroy me."
"No way. A sissy like you just opens up once me feels it in him."
Suiting his actions to those words, he pulled back with both hands and pushed up with his hips. I yelped as the thick knob went fully inside me. Working carefully but steadily, he drew me back and fed inch after inch into my clenching ring.
"OWOWOWOW. You have to stop."
"When it feels this good to me? Not going to happen, Tammy Tight-butt. Let's just sink you down the rest of the way. Keep going. Your cherry's already popped. Now it's just a matter of taking all of me." He sang, "All of me. Why not take all of me?"
Hot tears ran down my cheeks, extending the virgin-in-her-marriage-bed analogy. But soon I was sitting on his lap, completely impaled on his girthy weapon. I still had a straining erection. In an uncharacteristic display of gentleness, he spread the bottom of my nighty out, hiding any sign that I was being penetrated from behind. Then he held me steady while he contracted and relaxed his strong thighs, making me rise and fall fractionally, which I was sure stimulated his rampant penis. After several more minutes I was able to regain at least a semblance of calm.
He chuckled. "You're a real tight fit. Got me on a hair trigger. Just about anything could set me off."
"Y... yes, Sir," I squeaked.
"Hey." He hesitated. "Is that a car pulling up out front?"
"Marielle isn't supposed to be back until later."
"I don't know who else it could be."
We heard the front door open. My wife called in, "Hey, Josh. My friend phoned me on the road. Something came up and we'll have to reschedule." She appeared in the doorway and wanted to know, "Everything all right?" Coming over to the couch, she leaned over my shoulder to kiss Josh. "Mind if I join you two?"
"Um, no," he said guardedly. "Tammy just decided she had to sit on my lap. Practically threw herself at me. Now we're just... relaxing."
"Oh? Sounds like she's trying to take my man while I'm away. Maybe I'll have to do something about that."
She got up and put herself in front of me. I was in a panic that she might discover what was really going on, but couldn't let it show. Even Josh sounded unsure about it. The thought of my wife finding me deeply penetrated by her lover's exceptional endowment was too awful to consider, and yet it might happen. My only hope was to stay still and wait until she was gone from the room to get myself out of this shameful predicament. But her response to me being on his lap was to stroke the front of my satiny nighty, find my nipples through the thin material, and begin toying with them. I gasped and, unable to help myself, began to tighten and relax the spot where I had been invaded. Josh's breathing quickened. I couldn't stay still. He had already said he was on the verge of finishing, so this was the worst development possible. My bottom twitched, Josh swore softly, and Marielle grinned maniacally at me.
"Please," I said.
"Damn," Josh swore.
"YES," my wife insisted with a laugh.
All of a sudden Josh was in the throes of an orgasm. His semen was shooting into my body. He snarled and gripped my hips so hard that his fingertips sank into my soft flesh. I was overstimulated as well and, abandoning all pretense of innocence, rushed into my own orgasm. Warm ejaculate shot from my penis, against the inside of the nighty, and, as my spurts lessened, ran down my softening organ and onto my scrotum.
It was the most unsettling experience I could imagine. What would Marielle do now that she obviously knew the truth? Would she scream? Hit me? Insist on some terrible punishment that I would never forget?
She laughed hysterically. "That was perfect, Josh. Just like we planned. How long have you had your cock up Tammy's poop chute?"
"How long? About nine inches." It was his turn to laugh. "But seriously, it didn't take much time after you left. And I'm pretty sure the little sissy got off on it. Check his puny pea pod."
She lifted the hem of my sleepwear and clucked disapprovingly. "Bad Tammy. She made a mess in her sexy nighty. Now she'll have to get undressed and lick up all that icky cream."
OH NO. This had all been staged. I was a mass of frayed nerves, my anus hurt terribly, and I had suffered humiliation that would be impossible to live down. Plus, there was one even more damning development.
"You know," the bully said to my wife, "Tinkle-bell has become such a sissy that a ride on my tower of power gets her off. And because I'm a nice guy, I'll have to make sure she gets it at least once a week."
"And I want to help the pathetic pansy, too, so I'll go to that sex shop in the city and get myself one of those strap-on dongs. I'll see if they have one that matches your big beautiful cock."
"We'll all go," Josh insisted. "With Tammy wearing something extra cute. And I'll pick a second fake cock for you to use on her, too. Maybe with bumps all over it, for added stimulation. And she can even select one herself. We can have her ask whoever's minding the store if they think she'll enjoy having them in her."
"That'll be so much fun." She turned to me. "Don't you think so, Tammy?"
I sat there with my old tormentor's flaccid member still inside me as I sniffled, my chin quivering. "Yes, dear." Remembering how Josh had made me talk earlier, and automatically falling back into that persona, I said, "I can't wait to have you try the three dildos out on me." Unbidden, more words came. "You could rape my ass while Josh uses my mouth." What was I saying? "I'd love a double-fuck like that." And why was my language becoming as raw as his? "And any other games you want to play with me." No, no, no. "That's what I'm for." It was like Tommy was being replaced by a filthy-minded, sex-crazed Tammy.
I used to be a man. Now I'm just a sissy cuckold.
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