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Into the Deep End! by Throne (37 Pages)
🕑 Added 2020-04-22 02:46:33 +0000 UTCInto The DEEP END!
By Throne
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INTO THE DEEP END by Throne
"But honey," Billy whined to his new bride. "I can't wear this at the swimming pool."
"Hey," said Miranda impatiently. She already had on a short belted robe to wear to the pool. "Can I help it if that company sent the wrong thing? You were the one who didn't want to go shopping with me. It was you who said I should order something on-line."
He looked forlornly at the tiny bit of stretchy, pale gold material she was holding. It was less like a swimsuit and more like a posing strap. Or a bikini bottom. Still, she was making a valid point. He had balked at going shopping with her.
So Billy just sighed and said, "Yes, dear. I can always buy something else later."
"Sure you can. Later." She sounded mildly amused, as if there was something he wasn't aware of.
The newly married guy hadn't been happy since his wife had talked him into moving there. Blackstone Apartments was a nice enough place, but so many of the residents were Black or Hispanic. Not that he was prejudiced, but having grown up in an all-white suburban neighborhood left him feeling uncomfortable around people of color. On the other hand, as his bride had pointed out, there were plenty of young white women living there. He couldn't deny that. Yet it unsettled him that they always seemed to be associating with Black men, who were uniformly tall and well built. Occasionally a white guy would appear, except that all of them were short and slim... like Billy.
His wife told him, "Let's go. I want to get a good spot for my chair."
The complex's pool had a wide concrete apron around it, with plenty of space, but he decided against pointing that out. Maybe she just wanted to be able to sit with her friend Beth. That was who had recommended moving in here. Miranda and Beth were both slender but with full busts and prominent bottoms. The two blond beauties had know each other in high school.
Billy said, "Okay. Just give me a minute to get changed." He turned toward the bedroom.
His wife put her hands on her hips and stepped in front of him, blocking his path. "If you go in there, you'll start fussing with your hair and probably get into those skin products you're obsessed with. Just change into your swimsuit right here."
He fidgeted. Her eyebrows rose questioningly. Billy shifted his feet, looked down, and then brought his eyes back up. She was still waiting. He reluctantly began to unbutton his sport shirt. Miranda watched as he stripped down to his jockey shorts, the pale yellow ones she had gotten him. He unhappily shed those as well and stood there with his limited amount of pubic hair on display. Worse than that, he had bared his undersized privates. He normally made a point to stay covered up for sleeping or, if they were about to have sex, to wait until the lights were out before getting naked. Recently his wife had been insisting on leaving the bedside lamp lit. That distracted him and interfered with his performance. He would either finish much too soon, or else lose his erection. She always expressed sympathy but somehow made it sound like disappointment. He tugged the swimsuit up his slim legs and wasn't pleased by how it showed off the smallness of his genitals. Feeling around in back he discovered that it left his cheeks half bare.
"Okay," he said, his shoulders sagging. "Let's go."
"Right. My chair is over there, with a few other things you can carry."
He swiveled his head and saw not only the lounge chair, but a blanket, a large, colorful straw bag, a little cooler, and her wide-brimmed sunhat with its rainbow band. Billy started to ask for help but she had turned her back. He did the best he could to arrange everything so it could all be carried at once. As he struggled up behind her she turned and shook her head.
"You're going to ruin my hat, holding it that way." Miranda snatched it from him. "I'll just put it here." She set it on his head and pulled it down tight. The band passed through the brim on either side, forming long ties. She took those and knotted them under his chin, then made a big bow. "And I don't want you getting too much sun," she decided. Reaching into the copious bag she found a tube of sunblock and a smaller one of protective lip gloss. "Let's do your cheeks and mouth." She worked for a minute and declared him done. Then she dropped the products back into the bag, opened the front door, and stood aside to let him exit. "And please don't drag your feet," she concluded.
Billy did his best to keep up with her. He watched her shapely legs, appreciating how that brief robe left them mostly exposed. They got to the pool, where someone had that annoying hip hop music on the sound system. He was less than pleased to see a number of the big, Black, male apartment dwellers there. Miranda snapped her fingers and gestured for him to follow her. She was heading for her friend Beth, who was stretched out on her own lounge chair. Billy's eyes went wide when he saw the girl was wearing the tiniest of micro-bikinis.
Without thinking, he said to Miranda, "That's disgraceful. It's like she's advertising her body to all the men."
His bride said, "What, Billy? What did you say?"
He didn't repeat it because they were close enough now for Beth to hear. When Miranda stopped he halted behind her. She unbelted her robe and slid it off her creamy shoulders. To Billy's horror, she had on a bikini as miniscule as her friend's. There was only a narrow strand of material in the back, between her buttocks. She tossed the robe over her husband's shoulder, pointed to the chair, and then to a space alongside her BFF. He clumsily got the chair onto the concrete, set everything else to the side, and opened the folding piece of furniture, requiring three tries to finish the job. Miranda irritably told him to spread the towel on her chair and he did that too. She stood for a moment, that almost nonexistent swimwear displaying her charms from the front, back and side. It featured only small triangles of material on the centers of her boobs. Billy saw several Black guys eyeing her. Two of them seemed especially interested. She glanced their way before languidly lowering herself onto the chair.
While looking at those two Black men, Billy saw three Latina girls entering the fenced-in area. They also had brief two-piece outfits but their curves were more generous than Miranda's or Beth's. They overflowed everywhere. He couldn't take his eyes off them.
Suddenly his wife snapped, "Yo, super stud. Do you want to stop gawking at those busty girls? Hmmm? I don't imagine they'd be interested in you anyway. Not with that look you're sporting."
Beth grinned maliciously at him and added, "Yeah, Billy boy. Is today Dress Like a Fairy Day?"
"You mean the hat?"
Beth told him, "The gay hat and that handkerchief you're wearing as a bathing suit, but especially your make-up. You look so good somebody might just eat you up. Except it would be another fairy."
"What?" He touched the sides of his face. "What make-up?"
His wife's friend rummaged in her beach bag and pulled out a compact. She opened it and held it out to him with the mirror facing in his direction. He took it with an unsteady hand and drew it closer. Oh no. That sunblock was pink and made it look like his cheeks were blushing brightly. And the lip gloss was yellow, so it looked like he was trying to revive some out-of-date female cosmetics fashion. When he turned to Miranda she didn't react.
"So?" she wanted to know. "You want to ruin your smooth white skin? I don't want to hear about it. And leave the hat on for a while. It's wide enough to keep the sun off your manly shoulders."
The two Black guys were still showing interest in the girls. They got up and took several bottles from a cooler. Wearing nothing but trunks, they started toward the group. Almost at once, Billy noticed the impressive bulges in their suits. He thought about his own inadequacy and his recent unreliable performances in bed. What he didn't need was to be compared with anyone like that. Both guys obviously worked out. When they got there they offered bottles to Miranda and Beth.
"Thought you ladies might like some sweet wine coolers. Sweet drinks for sweet girls. I'm Def and my man here is Yoyo."
Just as Billy was expecting his wife and her friend to reject the offer, Miranda reached out and accepted one. "Well, thanks, Def. So nice to meet you." She introduced herself and Beth. "I just moved in and have been hoping to get to know some..." She ran her eyes from his handsome face to his firm pecs, over his six-pack abs, and stopped at the juncture of his muscular legs. "... interesting people."
Yoyo handed a wine cooler to Beth. The guys sat on the foot of each female's chair. They had brought beers for themselves and twisted off the caps, as the women did the same with their bottles. Everyone raised their drinks in a silent toast and then they all took long swallows.
Def said, "Sorry we didn't bring a soda or juice box or whatever for your little gay friend."
"Oh, him," Miranda said in a dismissive way. "He's just my husband. At first he was behaving and trying to help, in his own fumbling way. But then he started goggling at those three gorgeous senoritas over there. Acting like he was single. And like he might actually have a chance with them."
Looking where Miranda indicated, Def said, "I know them. They're cool. I can introduce you later. And then your..." He hesitated as if the next word didn't seem right. "... husband can go and apologize. You know, cause he was undressing them with his eyes and all. Even though he has a bitchin' hot wife like you."
She gave Def a seductive smile and said sweetly, "Thank you for the compliment. Now I owe you one. I'm sure I'll be giving it to you... later." To her husband she said, "Billy, you need to cool off after getting all steamed up from having fantasies about those three girls. Give me my hat so you don't get it wet, then go take a dip in the pool."
When Billy hesitated, Def and Yoyo stared at him in a no-nonsense way. He took the hint, telling himself he was obeying just to placate his wife after the way he had gaped at those girls. When he got to the edge of the pool he turned, gripped the handles of the ladder, and descended slowly.
"Damn," said Def as he watched. "He goes in like an old lady."
"Truth," agreed Yoyo. "Stead of just jumping off the diving board."
"I know," said Miranda. "He's like that about other things, too."
Def was interested in pursuing that thought. He glanced over and saw Billy walking in the shallow end. When the husband dipped down and the water was level with his neck, his cheeks and lips all colored up, he could have been mistaken for a girl. The athletic Black man asked the young married woman if she liked his swimsuit. She sat up and reached out to run the tip of one finger over where it covered the top of his thigh, not too far from that attention-getting bulge. Then she said something about how the suit felt well made. She was in no hurry to stop touching him there, even if it was with only one finger. He was interested in that, too.
"Now your suit," he said, lightly fingering one of the ties that held the bottom together on the side. "It's real well put together. Like you. It could take a lot of stretching. And you getting into all sorts of tricky positions."
"Mmm hmm." Her finger moved closer to his hidden glory. "I'm sure someone could stretch it a lot. And I could get into plenty of different positions. And then do it all over again. "
Yoyo was joking around with Beth. Being single, she didn't hesitate to put her foot on his lap, so that her heel rested gently on what was between his legs. He playfully manipulated her toes.
"You so white," he said, stroking her calf. "Like a dove. A soft beautiful dove."
She made an appreciative sound and moved her foot slightly to send a signal. From the pool, Billy looked on impotently. He was disturbed by Def acting so familiar around his bride. Maybe he should get out of the water and at least be present over there. The interloper wouldn't go any further if Billy was present. Right? But the uncertain husband didn't want to get his wife any more upset with him than she already was. He moved around the pool, catching glimpses of those Latinas again. They really were phenomenal. At last he decided to go back to Miranda. As he climbed up the short ladder and stood on the edge of the pool he noticed eyes turning his way. There was a buzz of exchanged comments. Was it because of the products on his face?
He saw that people were looking lower than that. His eyes dropped to the front of his suit and he understood what everyone was focused on. Now that it was wet, the suit Miranda had gotten him was practically transparent. It was easy to see the outline of his penis and testicles. He cringed with shame. Someone laughed. That made others feel it was all right to react, and there were suddenly peals of laughter. Plus chuckles. Giggles. Guffaws. He put his hands modestly over his essentials and scampered toward his wife's chair. When he got there she gave him a sour look.
"What?" she wanted to know.
"The suit you got me. It's wet." He was too shaken up to say more.
"And?"
"When it gets wet it changes."
She shrugged. "Am I supposed to guess exactly how it changes?"
"It becomes..." He lowered his voice. "... almost transparent. Do you understand?"
"Not really. You'll have to show me."
"B... but, Beth will see. And so will those..." He pointed at Def and Yoyo. "They're..."
Miranda scowled. "Now you're just being difficult. Either show me or shut up."
His lips quivered as he slowly parted his hands. Miranda asked for more. When he still tried to block the view of anyone at a different angle, she told him to put his hands on top of his head. And spread his feet apart. He whimpered but he did it.
Def said, "Whoa. Somebody got shortchanged."
Yoyo smirked. "Yeah. Like the bride on their honeymoon."
Billy pouted and said, "Please, can I at least have a towel?"
Miranda rolled her eyes. "None of us are embarrassed by seeing your little winkle. We're all grown-ups here, Billy. At least the rest of us are. We were thinking of heading back to the apartment soon. Maybe Beth and I giving our new friends something to nibble on. But first you need to go over to those three girls you were having dirty thoughts about, so you can say you're sorry. Like Def suggested before. Go on. Now. And no more of that silly covering up. I'm sure they've seen one of those before."
"Yeah," Beth said, "but never that small."
Def added, "Like a cooked shrimp."
Yoyo contributed, "Or a pink peanut."
Billy stood there, unable to move. Def rose and got nose-to-nose with him. Calm but deadly, he said, "Don't disrespect Miranda, boy. What kind of thing is that to do? You stupid or something? Get to getting and do what she said." Billy put his hands at his sides and, thoroughly mortified, walked to where the three lovelies were relaxing in the midday sun. They examined him curiously.
He said, "I think I owe you an apology."
"For sure," said the first. "You owe all ladies a big apology. I feel sorry for any girl who goes with you."
"No, what I meant was that, earlier, I was sort of looking at you. Admiring you. Because you're so pretty." He ran out of words and the girls just left him hanging, while he suffered in silence.
Finally the second one said, "So what's the story, little one? Did you leave your cock in your other swimsuit?"
"No. It's just that the water must have been kind of cold and I had a physical reaction to that."
"Aww," the final one said with unmistakable insincerity. "I'm sure that's it. Except that the water is warm. So maybe you're just having a reaction to being (something in Spanish)." His obvious incomprehension made her translate, "A loser wimp."
They all laughed. He tried not to notice their dark eyes and full lips, thick black hair, tawny skin, big round boobs, narrow waists, swelling hips, and shapely legs. They could see how much trouble he was having. The three of them got up and crowded around him. Their fingertips trailed over his shoulders, back and chest. One of them made sure to touch his nipples. Another teased his ears. The third patted his bottom. He stood there, squirming. Though he tried not to become aroused, his pecker stiffened. It got halfway hard and then they withdrew, to resume their former seated positions.
He was standing there, those colors on his face, that bathing suit still mostly see-through, but now he had a semi-erection. And without the female bodies shielding him, others could see it. He started to move one direction and then another. Billy was too close to one of the threesome and she hooked an index finger under the waist of his abbreviated trunks. When he attempted to step away from her she tugged downward, dragging the suit partway off his hip. He squeaked and grabbed at it. Fresh laughter erupted from onlookers all around him.
"P... please," he said. "I have to get back to my wife. She needs me."
"For what? Looks like she's got somebody better equipped to take care of business for her."
"Like maybe you're out and he's in."
"Way deep in, from what I can see he's got."
"No," Billy bleated. "I can't leave her with that... with... him."
"Got it. (Something in Spanish.) Run back over there and rescue her. I know that's what she wants."
Billy adjusted his suit and retreated, almost tripping over a pair of running shoes someone had set by their blanket. He got back to Miranda's chair.
"Hey, Tarzan," his wife said casually. "We changed our minds. We're going in the water before we leave. You stay here and watch our stuff."
As the foursome went toward the pool, Billy sat down disconsolately, pulled his knees up under his chin, and hugged his legs. The girls jumped into the shallow end. Def and Yoyo went to the diving board and dove in skillfully, barely making splashes. They all met up in the middle, where the water was deep enough that the women couldn't touch bottom but the men could. Black hands held onto white bodies to support them. Miranda wrapped her legs around Def. Her arms circled his neck. Yoyo supported Beth on her back while she floated. One of his hands was on the back of her neck and the other under her ass. Billy became increasingly distraught. He had to blink back tears. For the next twenty minutes it went on like that.
The four of them emerged from the pool. They were chatting and chuckling as they returned to the chairs. Billy had to gather and carry everything of his wife's. He fought to manage the load. Yoyo took most of Beth's things and handled them easily, with her taking her bag. Def grabbed the few items he and his buddy had arrived with, mainly a small cooler and two blankets. Billy struggled to bring up the rear as the others went toward his apartment.
When the leaders got there they stopped to continue their conversation. Billy went ahead of them, onto the steps, and turned back.
"This is our unit," he said with less decisiveness than intended. "I guess my wife and I will be going in now." Maybe the Black guys would take his hint.
Beth pointed to his flaccid penis, still partly visible through the drying material. "That's your unit," she sneered. "And there's not much to it."
"And we will be going in now," Miranda seconded. As Billy breathed a sigh of relief she added the unwelcome words, "All of us."
Once they were inside, the girls mixed drinks and handed them around. Only Billy was left without one. He was at the limit of his patience. His stress level was off the charts. He finally lost control.
"Miranda," he said, somewhere between anger and desperation. "You can't do this. Why did you invite these... these people into our apartment? I saw you in the pool. You were acting like a tramp. You're a married woman."
Everyone else fell silent as she glowered at her spouse. "Oh? I have a little fun and that's what you think about it? It's okay for you to fasten your eyes on those hot Latin girls and act like a pig. But if I let a nice guy hold me up when I'm in deep water, that's a sin. Thank you, Mr. Double Standard. Maybe if you're going to call me a slut, I should just go ahead and act like one."
"I'm sorry." He was suddenly contrite. "I didn't mean it that way. It was just... It's only that..."
"No," Beth broke in. "Miranda's right." She got behind Billy's wife. "If you're going to insult her like that, she doesn't have to be all nice and proper." Her fingers were doing something against her girlfriend's back. "And the first step is for her to get out of this wet bathing suit." Beth had untied the strings back there and now she reached around to pull the bikini top up and off.
Instead of being shocked or upset, Miranda laughed. She turned around and, after some pretend tussling, got Beth's top off. Def and Yoyo looked appreciatively as each girl raised her breasts with her hands. Billy almost went into some sort of brain-freeze shock. His wife went to Def and put her arms around him. Her naked boobs were flattened against his firm chest. The sound that came out of Billy's throat was a tortured moan. Miranda closed her eyes, parted her lips, and tilted back her head. The invitation was unmistakable. Def turned his face toward Billy for several seconds, giving him the opportunity to object if he had the nerve. When the stunned husband didn't protest, Def pressed his mouth to Miranda's and they shared a long deep kiss. Not to be outdone, Beth did the same with Yoyo.
"So?" Miranda asked her spouse. "Am I being enough of a dirty girl for you? Anything you want to say, Romeo?"
"It's just... I don't think you should... Could you at least put your top back on?"
"Why? Weren't you imagining those girls at the pool with their tits out? Weren't you?"
"Yes, but..." He realized too late what he had just confessed. Billy hung his head. "I'm sorry."
"If you really want to show that you mean it, stop griping. Okay?"
"All right."
"Promise?"
"I... promise."
"Swear?"
He didn't like making that commitment but still agreed, "I swear. No griping."
"No matter what?"
"No matter..." This was definitely moving beyond his control. "No matter what."
"Fine. But just to be sure, let's test you."
She got her thumb and forefinger on the bikini bottom's tie at her hip. Billy opened his mouth but his vow prevented him from saying anything. All he could do was to shake his head at half speed. Miranda gave him a fake look of pity, as if she felt sorry for him. Then she yanked on the string and undid the knot. The front of her swimsuit fell forward on one side, revealing part of her neatly trimmed pubic triangle. She moved her feet apart, untied the other side, and took hold of the loose material in front. Then she reached behind and got the narrow thong in the back. Dancing her hips around, she pulled the tiny piece of cloth forward and back between her legs, like an old school strip tease artist using a scarf, except that there was no G-string underneath. Everyone got peeks of her pussy.
Def gave a lopsided grin and encouraged, "You go, girl." When she turned around to roll her backside at him, he said, "Work that thing. Work it good." Def got closer to her and began moving his own hips. "Back it up now, bitch. Bring that booty to your daddy."
Miranda laughed and closed the space between them. As Billy looked on in helpless defeat, his wife's bottom bumped against the Black man's crotch. She still held the bikini's lower section over her pubes. Def got his dark hands on her naked hips and ground against her rump. She pulled the bikini bottom away and tossed it at her spouse, who reflexively caught it. Billy stood there holding the scrap of bright material against his narrow chest. He sniffled. Swallowed nervously. Took a deep breath. His wife faced Def and wrapped her arms around him. He lowered his hands to her bare backside and squeezed. She rubbed her breasts against his broad chest. They kissed again. Billy whimpered.
Billy's wife, still locked in an embrace with Def, turned her head to the side and smirked at her spouse. "If I'm undressed, husband dearest, you should be too. You didn't like that bathing suit anyway. So now lose it."
Yoyo gave him a scowling look. "Do like she says, snowflake. Show everybody what you got. Maybe your wife going to leave Def and come back to you, once she sees your junk. If it's big enough."
Close to tears, Billy worked his bathing suit over his hips and down his unmanly legs, so he could step out of it. He now had what he'd been wearing, along with the lower half of his wife's bikini, in his hands.
Beth looked at his dick and snickered. "Jeez, Miranda. How did you ever put up with that? It's like The Incredible Shrinking Dick."
"I know." Miranda sighed. "When they were handing out cocks he got in the Junior Size line." She reached between her body and Def's. "Unlike some real men, who must have gone to the Super Size department."
Def chuckled. "It is what it is, baby. I got it and I know how to use it."
"Mmmm," she purred. "And I intend to find out all about that."
"Hey, if you got about an hour to spend with me..."
"OMG. With my teeny wienie husband it was more like two minutes. Tops. And he certainly didn't know how to use even that little pickle he's stuck with."
Billy made pathetic sound like a neglected puppy. His wife stepped away from Def, crouched down, and began inching down the Black stud's trunks. Before her husband's disbelieving eyes, she uncovered inch after inch of thick dark cock. It just kept coming and coming. The top of that swimsuit was halfway down the big man's solid thighs and it was still covering something. As she lowered the swimwear another two inches, the inverted bell of Def's cockhead appeared. His organ was only partially hard and already it had passed the ten inch mark. She used her small hands to coax it to full arousal. It stood up at a mind-blowing, full foot long. She got into a deep crouch to lovingly kiss the underside, starting at the base and working her way up to that big knob. When she engulfed the end in her mouth, Billy could only wring his hands and tremble all over.
"What's the matter, Billy with the dinky-dick?" Beth inquired. "Don't you like what you're seeing?"
"N... n… no," he stuttered.
"Are you sure? Because that tiny joke between your legs tells me differently."
Not understanding, he checked where she indicated. His mouth fell open. Billy's undersized pecker had risen to its full unimpressive size. All four-plus, but less-than-five, skinny inches of it. He didn't understand what had happened. Sure, he was always excited to see his wife's body. But not under these circumstances. Yet he was stiffer than he'd ever been before. His small balls were drawn up tight. He could even feel it in his nipples.
"Go on," Beth told him. "Don't be shy. Get your hand down there and give it a few tugs. That'll be damn funny. You with your cheeks and lips colored up so pretty, yanking on that poor excuse for a prick. Go ahead, wimp."
"Yeah," added Yoyo warningly. "Or else."
Afraid of being touched by the frightening Black man, maybe even hurt by him, Billy caught his member between a thumb and forefinger. He started pulling on it with a slow rhythm. Beth snorted derisively. She brazenly removed the rest of her micro-bikini and flaunted herself at him.
Yoyo suggested, "What that freak likes, I think, is seeing Black on white. Like you and me."
"That's probably right. So let's not disappoint the pervert."
Beth cheerfully got on her knees to remove the second Black guy's trunks. His cock was almost the equal of Def's. Beth licked it unhurriedly, giving long strokes with her pink tongue. Billy masturbated faster. He bit his lips, fighting to maintain control. Beth took the end of Yoyo's enviable organ into her mouth and then her throat. She didn't stop until his heavy balls were touching her chin. Billy's attention flitted back and forth between the two blowjobs in progress. With an effort, he stopped playing with himself. But then his fingers moved to his sensitive nipples and he stimulated himself by playing with those two spots of pink. Miranda got up and lapped the center of Def's chest.
To the Black stallion she said, "I really need that monster cock of yours in my pussy. How about if we get busy in the bedroom?"
"Right on. But your wuss husband is getting off so good from watching, we got to take him along. Let him see the main attraction. You know, to help him with his hand sex."
She flashed an evil grin at Billy. "Sounds perfect. He can use the practice. From now on, the only pussy he'll get is hand pussy."
Miranda linked arms with Def and led him toward the bedroom. Billy followed in obedient silence. He couldn't stop staring at his wife's flawless ass, how her cheeks moved so invitingly as she walked. As if struggling against some invisible force, he moved his hands from his chest and pressed them to his soft tummy. His betraying penis refused to relax. Miranda sat on the edge of the bed she usually shared with her husband. Def put himself in front of her and she nuzzled her cheek against his thigh, tenderly kissed his scrotum, and used both hands to hold his rampant tool upright while lowering her chin and pressing her forehead against the underside of that considerable length, as if committing idolatry. Then she got onto her back and spread her legs in willing surrender.
Def moved onto the mattress, kneeling between her smooth thighs. He aimed his weapon at the vestibule of her sex. When the head made contact and parted her nether lips, she gasped loudly. Billy flinched. She moaned with pleasure as Def fed more and more of it into her, until she had accommodated the entire thing. Miranda writhed on the impaling shaft. She murmured wordlessly.
When she finally regained the power of speech, she said, "This is incredible, Def. I've never felt so full. No one has ever gone that deep. Certainly not my failure of a husband. Look at him standing there, looking more like a girl than a man. I wouldn't be surprised if he turned out to be a pansy."
"Yeah. That maybe could be true. But right now we got something else to deal with."
Switching from speech to action, he began a slow in-out motion. Miranda exhaled audibly and held onto his strong arms. He gradually increased tempo until he was thrusting fast, fully in control, and she began meeting his jabs with jerks of her hips. Billy's wife licked her lips. Her eyelids fluttered. She arched her back slightly, raising her chest. Def eased back, stopped pumping but didn't withdraw all the way. He lowered his head to suck on her engorged nipples. Left and right. Left and right. He nibbled on her neck. She made soft yipping sounds. He bit harder, bit and sucked, until he left a vivid welt. It was as if he was marking her as exclusively his with those love bites.
Without fully knowing what he was doing, Billy got his fingers back on his pecker. He rubbed it underneath and then massaged the tapering head with his thumb. His other hand returned to his chest to diddle his nipples. From the living room he heard Yoyo and Beth getting into some sort of noisy sexual involvement. Though he tried, the newly made cuckold couldn't keep images of the other couple out of his head. Everything was intensifying his need to ejaculate. But he didn't want to do it. Jerking off in front of his bride was demeaning enough. But finishing himself would be utter disgrace. Besides which, he was concerned that doing it without being told to would get him into still more trouble.
For the rest of the hour that had started with Def and Miranda getting on the bed, the Black man expertly pleasured her. He had her get up on elbows and knees, in the doggy position. Gripping the sides of her butt he alternated long and short strokes. It kept Miranda on edge for a while but then sent her into a shrieking orgasm. By the time she settled down, Billy was on the verge of collapse. Then Def got her onto her back with her legs up, ankles on his shoulders. He drilled her slowly until she was begging to be put over the top. He made her ask for it in the lewdest terms. Without being encouraged, she also pledged her body to him and reiterated that her spouse would not ever have intercourse with her again. Def gave her a second climax. In the calm afterward they could hear Billy sobbing.
After that, Def got on his back and encouraged the married woman to mount him, cowgirl style. She eagerly 'saddled up' and rode him until his overgrown cock triggered a third finish. Miranda was wrung out. The air reeked of sex. Billy, despite his recent history of premature ejaculations, was still holding back. Clear fluid appeared at the tip of his cock and he used it for lube. As the hour drew to a close, Def got Miranda back into the missionary position. He started slow and, in a bravura performance, built toward a crescendo, varying his speed and technique, until she was pleading to be satisfied one more time. He chortled and drove himself home with energetic fervor. She had a volcanic fourth explosion and he let himself spurt just as she was at her peak. They rode out their shared ecstasy and slowly descended from the heights. Def got onto his back alongside her and they held hands through their long afterglow.
As the happy couple returned to normalcy, Billy gasped. He was reaching the point of no turning back.
"Hey," said his wife. "I don't want you shooting your gunk all over."
There was a small shallow bowl on the bedside stand. Miranda had been snacking on filled chocolates the night before. Any that she bit into and didn't like got spit into that bowl. There are always some of those flavors a person doesn't favor. Maple cream. Maybe a coffee one that isn't quite right. And something that nobody is sure exactly what it is. There were six of those, bitten in half, that had been lying there all night and until now. She took the bowl and held it out toward Billy.
"W... what?" he asked nervously.
"What do you mean? I told you I don't want you getting your gook all over. So aim your little squirt gun in here and let loose."
He was absolutely humiliated but knew that he was going to finish momentarily no matter what. Billy accepted the receptacle and held it under his dick. He felt the inevitable approaching. Nearer and nearer. And then it happened. He shot his load all over the rejected sweets. His wife and her Black lover laughed at the foolish sight he made, and at his unmistakable shame. Plus, it was still funny seeing him in the colored lip gloss and sunblock. By the time he had milked out the final sticky drops, Billy was a quivering wreck.
Not giving him any time to recover, his wife ordered, "Clean it up, loser. And I don't mean in the kitchen sink. You made a mess and now you have to lick it up, you disgusting pig. Ugh. Beating off in front of your wife and her new lover. Don't you have any class at all? Hurry up. Get rid of that icky goo. NOW!"
Billy gagged as he brought the bowl up to his mouth. He poked out his tongue and tasted his own spunk. His nose was running and he wanted to weep. With his wife and her lover waiting for him to complete the job, he swallowed the remnants of his pride and then chewed up and swallowed a piece of the candy.
"Ha!" his wife hooted. "Some people eat cream filled candy. But my sicko husband like its with the cream on the outside. Nice salty cream, fresh from his baby size balls."
The sickened young man picked up a second piece with his lips and suctioned it onto this tongue. He bit into it, sobbing at the same time. Def marveled at his weakness. He knew that after this, Miranda would never be able to respect her failure of a partner. Def was already thinking ahead about how to take further advantage of the weak-willed wuss. It was fascinating to see Billy choke down the remaining pieces of semen-decorated candy and then, quaking from stifled crying, slurp up all the remaining mess in the bottom of the bowl.
"Crazy," Def observed. "Your sissy white boy do anything you say." He gave her delightful breast a squeeze just to drive home how defeated Billy was. When the cuckold didn't say a word, Def told Miranda, "Yo, girl. You better get some rest after all that jamming. My dog Yoyo took real good care of Beth. I heard her wailing along with you. I'll send that girl on in and the two of you can take a nap. Me and Yoyo will keep an eye on cream-licker Billy."
"Thanks, lover," she answered sleepily. "Yeah. Beth and me need some recovery time."
Def waved at Billy to follow him as he exited. Minutes later Beth joined her friend and they both slipped into a deep sleep. Billy was standing in front of a naked leering Yoyo, who was considering the nude white guy and nodding.
"Yeah," Yoyo said as Def returned. "He'll do just fine."
"Right," seconded the other Black man. "But we got to pretty him up some more, so he looks like the available faggot we know he is."
"Got it," Yoyo said.
"So let's take the fruity cutie into the bathroom and she can do some hamper diving. See what's in there for her to wear."
Billy was in a tizzy. They couldn't be serious. But Def got a viselike grip on the husband's slender upper arm, digging his dark fingers into that soft pale bicep. He walked him to the bathroom and made Billy open the hamper. After digging, the cuckold came up with a belly shirt and a pair of dark, patterned stockings with elastic tops. Yoyo grabbed some cosmetics from a plastic basket on the top of the toilet tank. Back in the living room, they made Billy don the snug belly shirt. It was new and had to go through the wash before Miranda would wear it, so the front wasn't stretched out at all. It was bright pink and had a string of fat red hearts printed on it that looked like a necklace. It took Billy a few tries before he got the stockings on properly but the guys didn't mind. They enjoyed his struggle and it gave them an added chance to check out his girly physique. His gently rounded ass kept drawing their attention.
Yoyo gave him the make-up and pointed him toward a decorative mirror inside the front door. "Make your face real cute for us, my white angel. Cute but trashy, too."
"What he said," Def amplified. "And do a special good job on your mouth. Make it stand out... like a bullseye."
The hapless husband did as he was told. His hands shook as he put on eye shadow and mascara. Then he used lip liner to make his mouth more noticeable, followed by shiny red lipstick over the paler color of the gloss. His cheeks were still tinted pink. When he was done his reflection was disturbingly feminine. Yoyo came up behind him and tousled his hair, giving it a flirty mussed look. Then the Black man led him to the couch, where Def was sitting comfortably. Def's bare knees were far apart and his recently used cock was well displayed. Billy could see the mingled male and female fluids that were partly dried and sticky, all over its considerable length. Even flaccid, that big tool was intimidating. Yoyo patted Billy's bottom, making the white guy shudder. Then a heavy black hand settled on his shoulder and applied downward pressure. The defenseless victim sank to his knees, which bought him eye level with Def's hanging hose.
"So let's do the thing," the seated man said. "I had to take care of your wife, cause you can't do it. Which left my Johnson all dirty and smelly from spunk and pussy juice. So if it's your fault that it got like that, it's your job to clean it up. Get them lily white hands working. And when I'm up and ready, you can do the clean-up with your fairy mouth. Show me your skills, queer boy."
"B... but, I'm not gay," Billy pointed out with a lack of conviction. "I've never done anything like that."
"Sure you ain't. Never snuck around behind your wife's back to get a taste of cock. That's why you got hard before, looking at my business. Cause you ain't gay and don't like no black anaconda. I believe you. But just to check and be sure, get to work. And I mean without no more backtalk, snowdrop. Not unless you want to go over my knee and get spanked like a naughty girl."
"No," Billy said in a strained whisper. "It would wake up my wife. She can't see me like this."
"That's what I'm saying. Me and Yoyo are doing you a favor. Helping you with your faggot confusion. But not letting your wife see what it is. So we'll all three of us be quiet and she won't be none the wiser. Unless you'd rather have her come on out and judge for herself whether or not she's stuck with a homo husband."
"Please, don't do that. I'll..." He looked and sounded full of distress. "... I'll do what you want."
He got his fingers on Def's superior cock. The hard working equipment that had just given Miranda so much satisfaction. And driven her to swear off sex with her husband. As Billy gingerly handled that double helping of man-flesh, it returned to life. How could that be happening so soon? After Billy finished, he had always needed at least a day before he was ready to perform again. But Def had no difficulty attaining his full -- foot long with wide girth -- dimensions. Billy stroked it lightly with one hand, cupping Def's heavy balls in the palm of his other. The recent groom saw his life spiraling out of control. He wanted to stall but the Black man's stern expression told him not to even think about that.
So Billy opened his mouth and extended his tongue. He inhaled the mixed scents of Def's body, Miranda's secretions, and the Black man's cum. Then he tasted it all. The salty organic flavor made him gag. But he kept going. The threat of his wife seeing him feminized and in this compromising position was too much. He was already rationalizing that she would get past her momentary poor judgement and see the value of Billy's stable lifestyle. He would redeem himself in her eyes. She would concede that it was better to have a good man like him for the long run, rather than a superficially more desirable one like Def for a brief fling. Everything would soon be back to normal, he promised himself as the bulging head of that potent cock pressed his tongue to the floor of his mouth and he began to suck hard on it. Billy failed to see the contradiction between his combined denial and rationalization, as opposed to the reality he was undergoing.
"We own you, bitch," Def told him. "So just keep on with them lips and that tongue. Keep everything going down there. I know you can't get my shaft into your throat, white boy, so just use your hand to pump it. That's right. Even though you can't get them short fingers all the way around me. Slow and steady. You look real natural with a black cock in stuck in your face."
Yoyo knelt behind Billy and ran his hands up and down his back. He stroked his thighs and pawed his ass. He even stuck a blunt finger between the cuckold's cheeks and prodded his hole. Through it all, Billy kept sucking and pumping.
"Day-am but you're soft," Yoyo told Billy. "It's like handling a girl." He reached around, felt for Billy's nipples, found them and began tweaking the twin points, though not too hard. Then he moved one hand down to check for a response. "And now your miniature pecker be all hard again. You really getting a kick out of being fondled and having your mouth stuffed with black cock."
Billy wanted to contradict him but was unsure of his own feelings. Why was he aroused a second time? And so soon after ejaculating? It didn't make sense. Not unless... But he didn't want to entertain the obvious possibility. Yoyo went away and returned with two fat joints and a lighter. He and Def started smoking. The seated man made a joke about Billy having a different kind of joint between his lips. He kept the cowering husband where he was for a long half hour. Then he gave him a breather, except that Billy had to kiss Def's balls while he was catching his breath. Then Def got one hand on the back of Billy's head and commanded him to suck harder and use his fist faster. After that it didn't take long before the Black man blasted his load into Billy's mouth and down his throat. The kneeling husband's stomach roiled as he consumed the generous feeding. For several more minutes he continued sucking, stroking only every two seconds or so, while Def grew soft. At last Billy took his mouth off that gigantic pole. At last his ordeal was over.
"My turn," announced Yoyo. "Swing around to the side and get your head down, little white bunny. Ass up. I want some of that sissy backdoor-pussy."
"No!" Billy protested, even as he was assuming the position. "Not that. I'm a married man. Please. It's not fair."
"What's fair got to do with it?" Yoyo asked rhetorically. "Just do what you're told, white boy. I know your type. Make a big fuss but deep down you want just what we're giving you. That's right. Show me that girly ass."
Yoyo got on his knees behind Billy, still smoking his spliff. He took it out of his mouth long enough to spit on his fingers and use the saliva to wet Billy's pucker, making sure to get some inside. Then he put the end of his rigid cock against that tightness and leaned in.
"Wait," Billy pleaded. "I won't be able to keep quite. Give me a throw pillow from the couch to bury my face in."
Def told him, "I'll give you something to help you stay quiet, pillow biter." He got on the carpet in front of Billy and lay on his belly with a couch pillow under his hips. "Now put your face against my butt."
Not fully comprehending, Billy did it anyway. He was beyond thinking very much. Yoyo helpfully got his hand on the back of Billy's head and shoved his face deep into the cleft of Def's ass, so that the white guy had his mouth against Def's pucker.
Yoyo told his prey, "Start kissing that asshole, you asshole. Lick it. Run your tongue around it. And then get your dirty queer tongue inside."
Too scared to not obey, Billy followed those disgusting orders. When Def told his buddy that Billy's tongue was all the way in, Yoyo slammed the bulbous head of his cock past Billy's tight anal ring. The white guy cried out but the sound was muffled by Def's suffocating ass. Yoyo jammed more of his cock inside. Billy reflexively struggled but the back door intruder held him by his squirming hips and forced the rest of his eleven inches in before he paused. Then he began the old push-pull, riding Billy heedlessly, not caring about any pain or damage he caused. It was like Yoyo was using the lowliest of whores. He banged away while Billy groaned steadily yet kept servicing Def's ass. Billy rimmed and jabbed as if his life depended on it. After a time that Billy was too far gone to calculate, Yoyo froze, grunted loudly, and gave a half dozen violent thrusts.
"Going to bust my nut," the lustful attacker hissed.
He jetted his spunk into Billy's defenseless ass. It was sickening to the human receptacle to think that another man's sperm was entering his bowels. He choked and muttered and blubbered. Finally Yoyo came to a full stop. His fingers were digging into Billy's hips. Slowly his grip relaxed.
Yoyo cursed happily, volubly, finishing with an especially loud, "Good goddamn!" Then he asked, "Did I just pop your sissy cherry, white bread?"
"What?" Billy said through his soreness and confusion, his anus still stretched out by the deeply implanted rod.
"I said was that your first time, Billy white girl?"
"Yes," Billy croaked. "I'm not gay."
The next voice he heard was Miranda's, saying, "You sure look gay to me, husband mine. I heard Yoyo's 'good goddamn' and it woke me up. And look what I find. You offering your sissy ass to my new friends."
"That's not what happened," Billy insisted. "It was... I didn't want to..."
She got down on one knee and looked under him. Then she used her forefinger to give his cock a hard flick. "And that's why you're little dingus is standing up straight and not very tall... again."
"B... but..."
Def broke in, "I'm sorry, babe. Me and Yoyo got a little high and your sissy husband turned all flirty. Showed his true colors. He was looking at our cocks and slobbering. Wagging his pink and white tail at us. Taking advantage of me and Yoyo being stoned. Kind of like doing date rape on us. Gobbled down my cock and still wanted more. He had to have my man Yoyo up his tailpipe. He got us when we were at a disadvantage."
To Billy's shocked surprise she told Def, "I believe you. No wonder my husband was always such a dud in bed. It wasn't just his dinky dick. He was thinking about sucking bones and having guys slamming his ass." She peered hard at Billy and said furiously, "You are nothing but a faggot. I was always willing to give you one more chance, but this is the end. I'm doing to dump you like the lying sissy piece of crap you are."
Beth had also woken up and been listening in. She suggested, "Don't get rid of him so fast, Miranda. He owes you big time. Keep him around to pay the bills and, I don't know, clean the house. Run errands. And buy you sexy clothes to wear for Def. Make him pay for how bad he disrespected you."
Miranda calmed down enough to listen to that advantageous plan. She touched her chin and opined, "You're right, honey. Thanks. I needed to hear that. Why just toss the queer-bait out so he can go hurt someone else? I'll keep the jerk around."
Def contributed, "And now that you're with me, girl, I'll make sure he stays in line. Me and Yoyo. Besides which, we can give him all the sissy sex he can stand, but make it rough so he remembers what's what."
Billy was trying to make sense of that thinking when his wife went to Def, put her arms around him, and declared, "That's perfect. Thank you for being a real man and sticking up for me."
"Hell, girl. I'll stick up for you any time you want. All twelve inches of me will stick up. And it'll be there for sissy Billy whenever he needs it."
"Yeah," offered Yoyo. "And I'll help out with that second part, too. Ramming and cramming. Learning him how to swallow us whole. You know, to remind him of how he lied to you, girl."
Beth chortled nastily. With his head reeling, and all four of them against him, Billy couldn't think straight. He tried to absorb and process everything that had happened since early afternoon. And to digest what his life was going to be like from now on. His marriage to a stunning bride would include no sex life. Well, no sex life that he wanted. Just being used like a plaything by two horny Black men with seemingly inexhaustible drives.
"Stand up," Miranda suddenly snapped at him, with more authority than she had ever shown before. "Let's have a better look at your faggy get-up. Jeez, Billy. Look at you. Really? One of my newest, hottest tops? And those stockings that you thought might be too daring to wear when we went out? You are so two-faced and such a sad freaking excuse for a man."
Def soothed her with, "Calm your pretty self down, Miranda. I'll take care of your problem pansy. Hell, if we want to go out I can get somebody to watch him. Like those three girls from the pool. Or a couple of my boys. It's going to all be good for you from now on. But not for bad Billy. Or maybe we should call him Bill-Linda. Belinda. Or if that's too close to Miranda, he can just be Billy Bimbo. A dumb slut who can never get enough Black cock. How's that sound?"
"It sounds exactly right," she enthused. "And you can loan Bimbo out to as many of your pals as you want. For all I care, they can pimp her ass on a corner downtown."
Yoyo put his arm around Beth's back. His hand stole under her arm to grab onto some side-boob and deliver a friendly squeeze. "That's what I like to see," he summed up cheerily. "A damned happy ending."
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