After that first night, I was sore and humiliated to be taken by my wife and another woman like that. Yet, there was something about being on the receiving end of a strap-on that left me feeling satisfied, like I had always wanted it, and never knew it.
It all started a few hours earlier, when I came home from work the same time I always did, expecting Sherry to have dinner ready like she always did. I walked into a quiet house and empty kitchen, with Sherry nowhere in sight.
Then I heard playful giggles coming from the bedroom, the sounds Sherry only makes when we have sex, which there hadn’t been much of lately. I never imagined my Sherry would be having an affair, but that’s exactly what it sounded like.
“What the hell’s going on…?” I barged in to catch them in the act.
To my complete astonishment, Sherry was in bed alright, but not with a man. A strong odor of marijuana permeated the room, and Sherry was so completely into being fucked that it took her almost a minute to realize I was even there.
“What the hell does it look like?” Sherry’s eyes peeked over the shoulder of the girl fucking her with a strap-on. “I’m getting fucked, that’s what’s going on. And guess what else, honey…? I like girls. This is Brenda, my girlfriend.”
“Jeeeezusss…!” I yelled in absolute disgust. “How long has this been going on?”
“About a year, I guess,” Sherry unashamedly giggled. “I didn’t know how to tell you, so Brenda suggested we just show you. Surprise!”
“But why…?” I desperately asked, still in a state of shock.
“Why not…?” Sherry defiantly replied. “You can’t get me pregnant. What the fuck am I supposed to do…? Just whither away because we can’t have kids?”
Her words pierced into me like a dagger. Two years ago, medical tests revealed that I have a condition known as Y chromosome infertility, meaning I can’t father a child. It was a depressing blow to us after desperately trying to become parents the first three years we were married.
Sherry never said she resented me for it, but deep inside, I knew she did. Everything went downhill after that. We pretended to go on as usual, but our married life had devolved into a dull routine ever since. The dull boredom all but ended our sex life. I couldn’t tell you the last time Sherry had sex with me, and now I knew why.
With a strange woman in ‘my’ bed, making love to ‘my’ wife, I was at a loss for words. Part of me wanted to run to the lawyer and file for divorce. Most of me knew I never would.
Brenda got up on her knees, unashamedly flaunting her magnificent set of tits and brandishing a harness around her waist wielding a big, life-like rubber cock.
I immediately recognized her as one of the girls I’d seen Sherry flirting with at parties. I barely knew the husband she’d divorced a year before. I’m thinking that’s probably when she and Sherry started getting into it, because that was just about the time our sex life came to a screeching halt.
“Are you just going to pace the floor like that all night?” Brenda giggled. “Your wife is a sexy little cunt, and I’m gonna keep fucking her, whether you like it or not. It’s up to you, sweetie, if you want to stay and watch us. Or if you think what you see might be fun… you can join us if you want.”
I was dumbfounded by what I had just heard. What was I going to do? Brenda’s voluptuous body beckoned to me. After a year of basically no sex, I wanted to jump up on the bed and fuck the ever living shit out of her. But that huge rubber dick beckoned to something else inside me.
I just stood there, hypnotized by Brenda’s arrogance and a body I couldn’t resist. Her rubber cock intimidated me. Knowing how embarrassed I’d be if Brenda saw the not-quite five inches I was packing, I was both afraid of it, and drawn to it.
“C’mon,” Brenda continued to tempt me, “we’ll make room for you. Don’t worry about your puny little cock, Sherry already told me about it. I might even let you fuck me with it if you’re a good little boy. But if you just stand there, like a dumb cuck, you may never get to fuck your wife again. So, Mark… what’s it gonna be…?”
I was apparently being given an ultimatum. Accept Sherry’s bisexuality, or go without sex. Divorce was never really a viable option. My dad would for sure kick me out of the family business for the dishonorable shame a divorce would give the family name in the Catholic church. I’d be ruined.
I had no choice but to accept the fact that Sherry had found a female lover. I could only pray that Brenda wouldn’t talk her into divorcing me. I was so consumed with images of my demise, I completely forgot about Brenda offering me the opportunity to join them.
“What are you waiting for, Mark?” Sherry snapped me out of my mental stupor. “Either get in bed with us and eat Brenda’s pussy, or get the fuck out so we can get back to what we were doing.”
I didn’t need to be prodded further. I hurriedly took off my clothes as Brenda unbuckled the harness and laid the strap-on aside.
“C’mon, big boy,” Brenda teased me as she lay back spreading her legs for me. Her hot cunt was irresistible and tasted amazing as I dipped my tongue into her, thinking I would soon be dipping my cock into her.
If this is what it was going to be like, I thought, then sign me up. I was all in. Little did I realize how wrong I was. Brenda had turned Sherry into a bitch, and these two bitches had other plans for me.
I was so into eatng Brenda’s sopping wet pussy that I didn’t notice Sherry coming up behind me with the strap-on around her waist until it was too late. She stroked my cock to distract my attention away from the lube she was spreading around my asshole.
I tried to resist when I felt the dildo pressing at my back door, but Brenda threw her legs over my shoulders and pulled my head into her pussy with both hands. I squirmed and squealed from the initial shock and pain as the thick silicone intruder bludgeoned its way into my hole. I struggled like a stuck pig the first dozen or so strokes, but it was no use.
Standing at only five-foot-four and weighing just a hundred-forty pounds, I’ve been called a baby-faced wimp more than a few times in my life. The two girls easily overpowered me into submission.
After a few minutes, the pain turned into a pleasure I would soon become addicted to. Brenda giggled the whole time as Sherry took control over me and turned me into her butt-boy.
As I was being fucked, Brenda got up to use the bathroom and told Sherry to keep fucking their ‘new sissy’ until she got back. I felt humiliated being called a sissy, even though I was being fucked like one as she said it.
She made my humiliation even worse when she got back in bed. She laughed at me as she showed me a picture she just took on her cell phone of Sherry fucking my ass.
“Shit…!” I protested. “You had no right to take a picture of me like that! You better delete it right now!”
“Shut up, Mark,” Sherry slapped my ass. “It’s her phone, and she can take any picture she wants. Besides, no one’s gonna see it if you’re a good boy for us. It’s not like you’re being forced to enjoy this. This is the most fun I’ve ever had with you.”
Over the next few weeks, Sherry continued her strap-on play, fucking me almost every night in every possible position. Every time I thought about resisting it, the image of me getting fucked on Brenda’s phone kept me in line.
She’d let me fuck her every so often as a reward for my submission, and kept telling me it was just a matter of time before I’d be fucking Brenda’s pussy, too. I have to admit, I was starting to like being her fuck-toy and getting pussy rewards for my submission.
She had a habit of talking dirty as she fucked me, another bad trait she learned from Brenda. I hated the way Brenda’s influence had changed Sherry so much. After a week or so of her verbal abuse, I got used to her calling me her bitch and her whore.
She presented me with a cock cage one night, telling me it would enhance my ‘anal experience’, if my cock was completely out of my mind. I told her she was out of her fucking mind, if she thought I’d ever wear such a disgusting looking contraption.
I succumbed to her will when she abruptly stopped using the strap-on and denied me sex altogether for a couple of weeks. She really didn’t give a fuck, because I’m sure she was getting laid by Brenda every day while I was at work.
I couldn’t resist her, I needed her sex. Not having the strap-on made me realize how much I was growing to love it. As embarrassing as it was, I submitted to being caged. She made me feel better about it when she said it was an intimate thing, just between me and her… and Brenda.
At first she’d cage me only while we had sex. Then she’d make me leave it on until the morning. Just like I got used to being fucked with a rubber dick and being called her bitch and her whore, I got used to being caged.
Brenda came over often, and both girls would fuck me as I ate the other one out. They used their pussies to bait me into wearing women’s lingerie for our sex games, with Brenda taking more pictures and constantly teasing me about how I was becoming their little sissy-bitch.
They’d always tell me how much better a real cock felt, and told me they were going to make me fuck a ‘real man’ one day. I laughed off their teases because I figured we were just playing games. They’d never make me actually fuck a man, would they?
I can’t say I didn’t like it. Having two women in bed was driving me to a crazy place where I was doing anything they wanted. Brenda never did let me fuck her, but she kept teasing me with the possibility. They had me wrapped around their little finger, and they knew it.
They used Brenda’s pussy to lure me into a situation they’d obviously been planning for a while. Sherry’s birthday was coming up in a month, and she told me what she wanted for her birthday was for me to make a fantasy of hers come true. With our sex life in better shape than it had been in quite some time, I was vulnerable to doing anything they wanted.
Sherry’s fantasy was for me cross-dressing in female clothing and going out with her and Brenda as three women. I immediately rejected the idea, but like she did every time didn’t get her way, she withheld her sex until I agreed to do her bidding.
She never told me how the rest of her fantasy would unfold. She only said it would be a surprise and that I would love it. I assumed the surprise would be me finally getting to fuck Brenda. Fucking Brenda had become an obsession that was always just out of my reach.
With Sherry’s birthday a week away, she’d been withholding sex from me the previous week and I was getting nervous about it. Her control over me was getting to the point where I was afraid to beg for sex for fear of pissing her off. A few more days passed before I worked up the nerve to bring up the subject.
“Honey, is something wrong?” I asked.
“No, why? What’s up…?”
“Well … it’s just… we haven’t … you know … had sex for awhile.”
She gave me a long, passionate kiss, saying, “I have my reasons, honey, for not giving you the sex I know you crave. We want you really horny Friday night, because we have a surprise planned for you.”
“Is Brenda’s pussy the surprise?”
“You never know,” she teased me, “but if I said you were getting Brenda’s pussy Friday… then it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it? And if I even suspect you’ve been masturbating, I’m gonna keep you caged.”
I was hornier now than ever. She didn’t say I ‘wasn’t’ going to get to fuck Brenda, so I just assumed I would. By the time Friday came around, I was so horny I could hardly stand it.
We had a couple glasses of wine and smoked a joint as soon as I got home from work. She reminded me about my promise to let her dress me up, and I got nervous as hell about it. She told me the original plan was for us all to go out for dinner with me all dressed up.
She then said she and Brenda decided that wouldn’t be fair to push me that far. Brenda was bringing take-out food over later and we’d eat here before going to this ‘special’ motel they knew about.
Feeling not as nervous about it now, she took me into the shower with her and spread a cream all over me that took off all my body hair. When we stepped out, I was completely hairless except for my eyebrows and the hair on my head.
I remember how smooth my skin felt as she rubbed in a body lotion that left my skin soft and smelling nice. Next, she had me sit down and began to apply make-up as we drank more wine. We both giggled when I left lipstick imprints on my wine glass.
After she finished my makeup, I wanted to see myself, but she had me facing away from the mirror. She told me she better not catch me peeking as she went to her closet to get several boxes.
She opened one and pulled out a long curly brunette wig that she secured on my head.
“A wig…?” I asked in amazement.
“If course,” she said, “You’d look kinda dorky wearing a dress with Mark’s short hair. I wanted to make you a blonde, but Brenda thought this color would make you look sluttier. Later on, we can see how you look as a blonde.”
“Later on…?”
“Yeah, I think we’re gonna be doing more of this.”
I shook my head with my wig on and remarked at how well it was attached.
She grabbed a handful of hair pulled my head back. “I can pull your hair hard and it won’t come off,” she said, “plus, you won’t feel a thing.”
She surprised the hell out of me when she pulled a pair of fake silicone breasts complete with realistic nipples out of the next box.
“Here’s your tits, baby,” she held them up to my face, “I bought you big ones, because we both know how important it is to have a nice pair.”
She applied an adhesive mixture and pressed both breasts to my chest. She blended them into my natural skin tone with some makeup and stepped back, smiling very wickedly.
She pinched a nipple and grinned at me. “Now you have bigger tits than me, baby.” She leaned down and licked a nipple, moaning for me as she did so.
I protested when she showed me the pink cock cage I was supposed to wear.
“Really…? Do I have to wear that?”
“Yes, baby, you do. We don’t want to see your cock when we’re loving on our little sissy-boy. Brenda will keep the key and she’ll unlock you when she’s ready for you.”
“Brenda’s gonna unlock me later?” I gleefully asked.
She didn’t answer me, but now I’m thinking tonight’s the night I finally get into Brenda’s pussy! I pushed my hips forward, sticking my cock out as she fitted me into the cage.
As soon as she got my garter belt, black lace stockings, matching bra and black silk thong on me, the doorbell rang.
“There’s Brenda,” she giggled. “I can’t wait for her to see our sissy dressed in her cute lingerie.”
She turned me around to look at myself while she went to let Brenda in. I was stunned into silence when I saw myself. My ruby-red lips opened into a seductive ‘O’ complete with a generous amount of shiny lip-gloss. I touched my breasts, rubbing the nipples through the see-thru black laced bra. My hands were roaming over my hips and patting my bare ass when the girls walked in.
“Wow,” I heard Brenda say, “you look soooo sexy! Sherry dressed you up to look just like a woman.”
I have to admit, I did look pretty good, for a male. “Yeah,” I giggled. “I’m so hot, I’d fuck me in an instant,” I joked as they gave me evil grins.
“When your cock gets out,” Sherry said, “you’ll look like a shemale, baby. The best of both worlds… you look hot!”
They helped me into a black silk dress and a pair three-inch of heels, which gave me a little trouble walking into the dining room where the food was at.
As we ate, Brenda looked at Sherry, “What are we gonna name our little sissy-whore?”
I was a little nervous being called a sissy-whore, but I felt so sexy dressed this way, I really didn’t mind.
“I thought about Michelle,” Sherry said, “It’s similar to Mark.”
“Naw, Michelle doesn’t sound slutty enough. How about Mandy?”
“I like it. Mandy it is.”
“Hey,” I broke in, “don’t I get a say in this?”
“No, Mandy, you don’t,” Sherry snapped. “We’re your mistresses now, and it’s our place to name you.”
I suddenly felt their dominance getting stronger over me. Dressed as I was, I was a stranger in their female world. I felt I had to submit to their wishes. And quite frankly, it didn’t feel as humiliating as it once would have.
As we walked outside to the car, I told her was worried about being seen dressed like this.
Sherry smiled and said, “Don’t worry, you are definitely passable as a woman. Our only worry is that some guy will come along and steal you away from us.”
I laughed and said, “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m Mandy, your sissy-whore. Dressed like this, I have to do whatever you say.”
“We’re gonna hold you to that,” Sherry giggled mischievously as we piled into Brenda’s car. She brought an overnight suitcase along, so I was confident a hot night of sex was in our future.
Brenda’s driving took many twists and turns through town that confused me about where we actually were. When I saw we were in a very seedy part of town with hookers on every street corner and drug dealers all around, I got nervous, dressed the way I was.
I asked, “Where are we going?”
Brenda just laughed, “Trust us, Mandy. You do trust us, don’t you?”
I nodded as Sherry lit up a joint and Brenda continued driving down every side street she could turn onto.
I had absolutely no idea where we were when she pulled into a questionable looking motel and announced, “We’re here Mandy, let’s go in and initiate you to your new sissy life.”
I was pretty stoned as we got out of the car and it didn’t even register what she said about my ‘sissy-initiation’. By this time, I didn’t mind being called a sissy. I mean, how could I deny it, dressed like I was. I followed them to a room on a secluded side of the building and asked why they already had a key to the room.
“We’ve been planning this for awhile,” Sherry said as we walked in. “Since you’ve been so accepting of my relationship with Brenda, we wanted to show you what we do sometimes while you’re at work.
“And since this is your first night as our sissy, we wanted everything to be perfect for you, baby.”
Brenda went to the kitchenette and came back with three glasses of wine.
She handed a pill to me and Sherry, which I wondered about, but when I saw them take it, I figured ‘what the hell’. I popped it in my mouth and washed it down with a gulp of wine.
“You look so hot, Mandy, dressed like a woman,” Brenda ran her hands over me. “Are you gonna be a good sissy for us?” she asked with raised eyebrows.
I was in a very submission frame of mind and said, “Your sissy wants to be a good fuck for her mistresses.”
All of a sudden, realizing what I’d just said, I got a head rush.
“Wow, how many glasses of wine have we had tonight? I’m feeling a little woozy.”
“That’s the pill you just took, baby. Have you heard of ecstasy?”
“The drug ecstasy?”
“That’s right, sissy,” Brenda giggled, “you just took a sex drug. You’re in for a night of hot sex, and we want you to enjoy it.”
“Since you’re dressed like a slutty sissy-whore,” Sherry says in my ear, “we want you to pretend that you are one. We want you to really get into it. What do you say?”
I was tingling all over. “Oh yeah, honey, use me like a whore,” I giggled.
“We plan on doing just that,” Brenda sounded kinda evil.
I shook my tits and wiggled my ass as they pulled my dress off me. Sherry took my hand and lead me to the bed in my lingerie. She held me in a deep kiss as Brenda came up behind me and put a blindfold over my eyes.
“This will really heighten your first sissy experience,” Brenda kissed my ear.
Sherry kissed me and told me to just relax and let it happen as Brenda secured my hands behind my back with fuzzy-feeling handcuffs.
“Me and Sherry cuff each other all the time,” Brenda eased my nerves. “It’s so hot getting fucked when you can’t move.”
I was just about to say something when she shoved a ball gag in my mouth and secured it snuggly around my head.
I mumbled my surprise, and Sherry sensed my concern. “This way you can moan as loud as you want, or scream in ecstasy if you feel like it. No one will hear you. Plus… we want our sissy helpless and completely under our control.”
Next she pushed me down on the bed and put fuzzy cuffs on my ankles. I felt my cock swelling inside its confined cage, desperately trying to get out. I knew after they had their fun with me, they’d let my cock out so I could have my fun with them. Brenda’s pussy was so close I could almost feel my cock penetrating into her.
I heard Brenda scurrying around the room making all kinds of noise setting stuff up, but being blindfolded, I could only wonder what.
A few minutes passed as Sherry tied ropes to my cuffs, tying them to each corner of the bed, spreading my arms and legs apart in a most vulnerable position. Brenda kept making noise and sounded very busy.
“Is our sissy all tied up?” she asked Sherry.
“All tied up and ready to go,” she replied.
“How about you, Mandy?” Sherry giggled. “You love being dressed up like a whore, don’t you? You want to be used like a slut? You want your ass violated by a big cock, don’t you?”
She loosened the gag and I said, “Yessssss.”
Sherry then said, “We can’t hear you baby. Tell us the honest truth and tell us loud. What do you want more than anything in the world?”
I almost yelled, “I want to be fucked!”
I suddenly got another head rush, and I was feeling very high. Sherry moved behind me and pulled my thong to one side. She stroked my ass softly as she applied a generous amount of lube, which drove me absolutely crazy in the condition I was in.
“Oh yeah, honey,” I moaned, “please, your sissy wants it bad.”
She asked again, “What is it you want, baby?”
“I want a big, hard cock up my tight little ass!” I yelled.
Sherry let out a hard laugh as she slapped my ass and shoved the ball gag back in my mouth.
“Since you asked so nice, and look so cute,” she giggled, “I think you’re ready.”
She removed my blindfold and I saw Brenda next to a video camera on a tripod. She switched it off and I saw the red light blink out.
“Excellent, you dumb sissy,” Brenda laughed, “now that we have your irrefutable statement, permanently documented and recorded, its time for your surprise, Mandy.
“You probably thought we dressed you up like a girl so you could fuck us, right? Well guess what, sissy… girls don’t fuck. Girls GET fucked, understand?”
Just then I hear a loud knock at the door.
I heard Sherry saying “Oh yeah, right on time.”
She opened the door and I heard voices, but being blindfolded, I couldn’t see who was there. And besides, the ecstasy, along with the marijuana and wine, was coming on strong and my head was swooning. My cock was really straining in its plastic prison.
I heard Brenda say, “Now boys, our tight little sissy-slut is still virgin to real cock, so she needs to be broken-in easy at first. You can get a little rough after she’s been warmed up, and don’t worry, there’s enough of her to go around.”
I should have been panicking, but I was in a surrealistic dreamland, surprisingly relaxed, and very aroused. I felt hands all over me and fingers were probing my ass. I let out involuntary moans like some eager slut.
I heard someone say, “Ooooh Yeah! We gonna have us some fun with this lil’ white bitch!”
I felt pressure against my asshole and almost shit myself right then when I realized an actual, real cock was thrusting itself into my ass. I arched my back and let out a muffled cry into the ball gag, shaking my head back and forth.
Sherry took my head into her arms and held me as the cock slowly forced every inch of itself into me until I felt it bottoming out to the tingle of pubic hair against my virgin white ass.
“Be brave, my little sissy,” Sherry mothered me, “I know it hurts a little at first. It hurt me, too, the first time I had the very same black cock that’s in you right now up inside of me. That’s right, sweetie… I know what you’re thinking. Me and Brenda are into black cock. And after tonight, you’re gonna be into it, too.”
I can’t remember what I was thinking when Sherry told me that. I squirmed against my bonds and yelled “No… No…!” into the ball gag, until my ass started relaxing around the big piece of meat embedded so deep inside me.
“Go ahead and buck all you want, sissy-bitch,” a laughing voice behind me said. “All you bitches hate being broken in at first. But every one of you virgin fillies start loving it when the meat starts moving inside you. Ain’t that right, Miss Sherry.”
“That’s right,” I heard Sherry say, “Mandy’s just getting used to being our sissy. She’ll break in real nice once she feels a real man inside her.”
The ecstasy was really making my head spin at this point and I hated to admit it, but that cock was starting to feel real good. Every once in a while I’d let out little whimpers of resistance, but it was getting harder to resist the warm, hot sensations getting stronger in my ass. The next thing I knew, Brenda came up and whispered into my ear.
“I wish you could see what a cute little sissy you are right now, Mandy. I know you’ve been wanting inside my pussy ever since that first time you saw me fucking your hot little cunt Sherry.
“Tell you what, Mandy, you be a good little whore for us tonight, and Monday night I’ll let you fuck my pussy until you cum inside me. Would you like that?”
I could only let out garbled sounds of ‘yes! yes!’ into the gag, and my cock was in pain as it tried in vain to get hard within the confines of its plastic prison. I felt a strong hand on the back of my neck, with long, strong fingers wrapping around my throat as it pushed my head into the bed.
My ass was now fully relaxed around the shaft as it started pulling itself out of me. It felt like a giant suction and my ass felt empty as it withdrew. When I thought it was just about to pop out, it started descending back inside me, filling me up again.
I started moaning involuntarily as the big cock moved in and out of me. My two mistresses, that’s what Sherry and Brenda now were to me, kissed me and held me as the strokes became faster and giving me more pleasure. My dark world under the blindfold started coming alive with stars and fireworks.
“That’s it, Mandy,” Brenda whispered. “Doesn’t it feel good?”
She heard me moaning ‘mmmm’s’ and rubbed my back and ass with her soft, feminine hands. I felt bodies moving on the bed next to my head and a male voice saying, “There you go, Miss Sherry. Get it hard for me.”
I could only wonder what Sherry was doing, but I heard sounds of pleasure coming from the man in front of me. As the cock inside me picked up the pace, I was moaning and screaming into the gag, not able to think about what Sherry was doing. I was loving this, and I couldn’t convince myself that I wasn’t.
The next thing I knew, the hand forcing my face into the bed released me and grabbed my wig, pulling back my head and holding it there. I felt my blindfold being untied and heard Brenda’s voice, “Say hello to your wife, Mandy.”
The first thing I saw when Brenda took off the blindfold was Sherry holding a black cock, balls deep in her throat. I would have been shocked at the site of her, if I wasn’t for my brain going in and out of unconsciousness as the big cock pounded my ass from behind.
It was such a bizarre, surreal scene, that all I could do was stare at her. Not that I could look away if I wanted to, my head was being held up from behind. Sherry certainly looked like she was loving the cock in her mouth, and I was learning to love the cock in my ass.
“Isn’t Sherry beautiful?” Brenda whispered in my ear. “This is what she likes, Mandy. This is what I like. And this is what you’re learning to like.”
“Get ready to take off the gag,” I heard Sherry’s voice.
Sherry took her mouth off the cock, but kept her hand around it. She put her lips to mine and kissed me when the gag came off. Her lips never felt better to me. “Isn’t this fun, Mandy?” she giggled.
I couldn’t say anything because the gag had held my mouth open so long my jaw was locked. It didn’t really matter, because no sooner did Sherry break the kiss, she shoved the cock in her hand into my mouth. I started to gag when she held the cock in place and Brenda pushed my lower jaw up to encase the cock in my mouth.
“There you go, Mandy,” she giggled along with Sherry. “You’re giving your first blow job!”
I couldn’t believe I was doing this, and doing it willingly. I knew this was against everything I’d ever been taught growing up, and yet, I felt so good doing it dressed in female lingerie, I just couldn’t stop.
My two mistresses were on either side of me, giving me support and telling what a pretty little girl I was. The man behind me told them to loosen the ropes holding my legs apart and got me up on my knees. He pulled my ass to the edge of the bed and pumped my warmed-up ass harder than he had before.
I clamped down hard on the large intruder with my anal muscles and I heard a man’s voice saying, “Son-of-a-fucking-bitch! This cunt’s a natural. She’s milking my dick! You love this, Mandy, don’t you bitch?”
I felt a hard slap on my ass and responded by wiggling my butt around. The cage around my cock made me forget about my manhood and I focused only on my ass-pussy.
The cock in my mouth was pumping just as fast as the one in my ass. My tongue naturally wrapped around it and I fell in love with the taste of the pre-cum flowing from the head.
I felt both cocks pulsing, and as a virgin sissy, I wasn’t ready for what came next. I suddenly felt a soothing warmth in my ass as I received my first load of cum. I was no longer a virgin sissy. My cherry had been taken from me.
Almost at the same time, the cock in my mouth exploded with a fury so intense, I started to choke on the steady stream of cum being injected into me.
“Don’t swallow it, Mandy,” Sherry told me.
I did my best, but a lot of it went down my throat before I could process their words. I did manage to keep a good mouthful for Sherry and Brenda to share with me.
“You’re gonna be such a good whore for us,” Brenda kissed me. “You just earned yourself a piece of my pussy when we let you be Mark again.”
“But right now,” Sherry broke in to say, “you’re Mandy. Our sissy-bitch who has more cocks waiting to be satisfied. Are ready give the rest of these cocks the pleasures only a sissy-girl like you can give?”
I was in such an incredible, ecstasy-driven sex high, all I could do was nod my head ‘yes’ as the rest of the guys joined me on the bed. I remember being on my hands and knees, free from all restraints, willingly accepting any cock in my ass and mouth.
Whatever I’d think of myself tomorrow, I wasn’t worried about in that moment. I was totally Mandy, a hot girl in lingerie. My tits seemed so real when they removed my bra and I felt their weight jiggling from my chest.
With my mistresses on either side of me cheering me on, I’m sure fucked and sucked every guy in the room, and some of them probably fucked me twice.
The last thing I remember was being on my back with my legs wrapped around a guy more than twice my size. His balls were slapping against my ass and he was pumping me hard until everything faded into blackness, and I passed out with his cock inside of me.
‘Mandy’s story continues in part-two’
