10 comments/ 109465 views/ 56 favorites After Church By: alienfreaknugget Here's a story that woulda, coulda, SHOULDA happened when I was much younger. But alas, it has only happened here and now in my filthy little mind. Enjoy it and please... vote! And feel free to send me feedback. I love all of your filthy little letters. ************************************* I was just horny. All of the time. I just wanted to fuck someone in the worst way. 18 years old, never had a date. Too skinny, too weird. I wore my hair long, not a very hairy body, not very athletic. Just a skinny kid who didn't get any attention. Lot of church girls in the bible belt but they weren't very interested in me. I guess. It didn't seem like anyone was very interested in me at any level. Sundays were long boring church services. I sat in the back and tried to stay awake. Tried to stay out of trouble. Every once in a while, this older guy Mike would come sit in the back pew with all of the teenagers. He always wanted to talk cars or guns. He was about half deaf so he talked loud enough to get shitty looks from the rest of the congregation. But he didn't care. Mike was in his early 40's, on the chubby side. Not a good looking man by anyone's figuring. Never married, never had a girlfriend. Just as socially retarded as I was except I was only 18. Some days after church, I'd head over to Mike's house. We'd shoot stuff in his backyard or hang out in his machine shop or if the weather was bad, we'd hang out in the basement of his house and watch movies. Cool shit like the old spaghetti westerns and war flicks. These were back in the Betamax and VHS days. All of his movies were recorded by some friend of his on satellite television. We'd sit around, shoot the shit, watch some movies. I sure as hell didn't fit in with anyone my age. It was just cool to be able to hang out with somebody. Some of the movies had nudity in them. Just flashes of stuff, like in 'Enter the Dragon'. He'd look at me and smile. It was all good. I wasn't going to rat him out for letting me watch stuff that good little Christian boys weren't supposed to see. Besides, I had way worse under the mattress of my bed. Cheri, Oui, Swank... all the good shit. All kinds of crazy articles in there. S&M stuff, cuckolding, chicks with strap-ons sometimes. I read one article about by this woman talking about her male slave. It was all interesting. It was all exciting. I hadn't done anything with anyone else ever. Well, not really. I had a male cousin who would come over and we'd dare each other to touch the other one's dick. I was so fucking horny, it didn't matter who was touching my dick just so long as someone was touching it. Neither of us knew how to cum so every time I saw my cousin, it would just leave me all worked up and in a state. Then I'd mine the back of the cock mags for the fine print in the ads at the back, the stuff that had the almost hardcore stuff. After church one day, I headed over to Mike's and although we were having a good time watching a movie, I ended up getting one of my many ill-timed erections. It wasn't like Mike could see it though; he usually propped himself up in his bed and I sat in an easy chair beside it and we watched the television up on his dresser. I was trying to concentrate on the plot to the movie but all of these images from the magazine kept coming to mind. Especially the story about the domme and her slave. She'd dressed him up in female clothes, made him eat her ass and then whore'd him out all dressed up as a woman. Made him suck her toes while some guy fucked his ass. I couldn't get the idea of being fucked from behind out of my head. The movie ended and Mike and I were talking about the holes in the plot. The credits rolled by and then the big static covered screen of white snow that you'd see when a video tape ran out. It played through the end of another movie and another, maybe only a couple of minutes of each one. And then... As the stripe of snow rolled down the screen, an image popped up of a naked woman on all fours sucking a cock while a guy behind her was lubing up his cock to fuck her in the ass. Mike jumped up to grab the remote but couldn't find it right away. "Whoops," he said as he fumbled through the blankets and pillows for the missing remote. "My buddy records these. Sometimes you find this stuff on the end of his tapes." I smiled and raised an eyebrow, "Well hell, don't shut it off on my account." Mike continued to look for the remote but he was now watching the screen quietly with me. The woman's head bobbed up and down on the big, sloppy fat white cock and winced as the guy behind her drove deep into her asshole with one big shove. All of the dialogue was in French. "That's the French for ya," Mike said. "They like to stick it in the backdoor." "Whatever makes them happy," I said not looking over at him. "I'd stick it in about any hole I could get a hold of at this point." He laughed and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's been a long time for me too. But most women are just more trouble than it's worth. A couple hours of fun turns into several weeks of misery. And that's if you're lucky!" We laughed and went back to watching. The woman on the screen was really moaning now and tears were leaking out of the corners of her eyes. The shot panned over to someone else walking into the scene. It was a tall woman wearing black thigh highs, heels and a short satin robe. She placed her hand on the back of the woman's head and pushed her deeper onto the cock in her mouth while kissing the guy fucking the woman's ass. "Huh," Mike grunted. His face had gone as beet red as mine. "This could get good. Only thing better than one naked chick is two." I caught a string of saliva that was trying to leak over my bottom lip and swallowed hard. Everything that I had ever wanted to see was right in front of me. The woman in the lingerie and robe stood on the bed and lowered her panties. To both Mike and I's surprise, beneath her big hairy late 70's bush, a big uncircumcised cock bounced up, hard as a rock. The woman guided her cock to the buttfucker's mouth and began pumping his face. "Nah, we can't have that," Mike grunted and went into a frenzy looking for the missing remote. I should have said something like, "Holy shit, it's two dudes. Fucking turn it off." But I didn't. I remained transfixed, face red, and cock leaking cum down my leg inside my blue jeans. I didn't care if she was a guy, she was hot. Hotter than the chick with two dicks in her. Hotter than any woman I'd ever seen. "God damn it," Mike grunted and began digging in the space between the wall and the bed. He looked over his shoulder and said, "Can you get up and hit the stop button on the VCR?" I looked over, mouth slightly open, heart racing and simply said, "Why?" Mike sat up for a moment and looked at me funny. "This doesn't bother you?" I shrugged. "No. She's hot. I don't care if she's got a dick or what. I've seen worse," I lied. Mike turned his attention back to the television. The woman getting her dick sucked was now on all fours where the other woman had been. Her black high heels prodded the buttfucker along as she slurped on the already wet cock of the guy sitting down. The woman who had been getting fucked, was laying under the tranny sucking her cock. I felt a twinge in the head of my dick and snapped out of my trance quickly. Jesus. I couldn't cum right now. Not in front of Mike. I did everything I could to stop it and just narrowly missed blowing a massive load into my pants. As I struggled not to cum, my hand slid over to my cock and pinched the end. Mike was watching. "If you need to let the pressure off, the bathroom's just down the hall there." "Umm, nah," I swallowed. I hung my head down slightly ashamed. "I uh, I don't really know how to do that very well yet. Be nice if I did but I haven't quite figured it out yet." "Well," Mike said and turned the French dialogue down with the remote control that he had now located. "You just jack it. Put your hand around it and pump it up and down." He made a crude kind of jerking off motion. "Oh," is all I could manage to say. "I uh, well sometimes I get it to go off but sometimes I just make it sore." "Ain't nobody ever told you how to do it?" Mike asked. I shook my head no. "Well," Mike said and sat up. "Let me fast-forward through this a little, see if we can find somebody doin that." The figures on the screen sped into fast fucking, fast licking, fast sucking. Heads bounced and legs flipped around like some kind of crazy acrobatic show. Every once in a while Mike would hit play to see exactly what was going on. Every time he did, the chick with a dick was back on. "Gonna have ta talk ta ma buddy about what he's been record'n." The tranny was now stroking her cock back and forth faster and faster until big globs of white cum shot all over the woman's face in front of her. I swallowed hard and tried to be cool. It was really weird sitting there with Mike watching this. I tried to say something witty: "So, you mean I gotta dress like that to jack off properly?" I joked. Mike's expression changed slightly. He smiled but it was weird. He paused for a moment. "Well, you do have long hair. Pretty skinny and not very hairy. Hell, you'd probably look alright in those clothes." My heart skipped a beat and the head of my dick spasmed again. My hand moved to control it but it managed to get off a full pump before I could stop it. A small wet spot appeared on my jeans and Mike craned his neck forward. "Well, hell. I guess you like that idea." I did. The idea of becoming what I was obsessed with seemed to be a problem solver. Mike's attention was adding an exhilarating weirdness to it all. I blushed so hard that I just wanted to die. "I've got some things back in the closet. My sister's storing a bunch of stuff here. She always dresses slutty as all hell. I'm sure we could find you something if you want." He talked with his hands and I noticed a big bulge sticking up in his cotton sweatpants. I shrugged again. I could see him push his cock down as he got up and walked past me. A few minutes later he walked into the room carrying several big cardboard boxes that said 'Laura' on the side. I'm not very big or tall. My feet are unusually small, which is odd because I have a decent sized cock. Mike dumped the contents of the box on the bed and I had to clench the muscle at the base of my balls to keep from pumping the rest of my load out. Bras, panties, stockings, garters, teddies, corsets all spilled onto the bed. Mike found a white garter belt with white thigh highs already attached to the suspenders. The stockings were lace across the top with little black bows at the front. He tossed them back to me without looking at me. He dumped the next box on the bed. A short red dress and matching heels fell out. He threw these to me as well. He wouldn't look at me or turn around but I could see why he wasn't turning around; there was no concealing his hard on. "You know where the bathroom is. Go try'em on if you like, we'll see if we can't teach ya how to release some pressure." I didn't say anything. I took the clothes, got up and left the room. My legs shook, my breathing was shallow, my eyes burned and I felt like I was going to cry just from the overwhelming intensity of it all. I flipped on the light to the bathroom and began undressing. There was no mirror in the bathroom except for the one over the sink. Which was just as well. I don't think I could have handled seeing myself that way right at that moment. I fumbled with the garters and hose. Put them on backwards first, then took them off and put them on forwards being careful not to put a run in the fragile fabric. The dress was short, tight and pulled straight on over my head. The front of the dress stood straight up. I tried to wiggle into the panties but they only managed to corral one nut. The shoes were tight but they fit. The heels were at least 4 inches tall. I wobbled unsteadily in them and used the sink to steady myself. The feeling of the stockings on my legs was almost too much. I just wanted to jack off while wearing them and then run from Mike's as fast as possible. But something deep inside me put my hand on the bathroom door handle and push it open. The basement hallway between the bathroom and Mike's bedroom was dark and narrow. Outside rain was falling against the short basement windows. It was late evening and I used the stuff stacked into the makeshift hallway to guide myself down the path. As I walked, I started rubbing my thighs together to feel that magical material. This just caused my cock to throb more and my ass to sway from side to side. At the end of the hall, I could hear that Mike had resumed the porn film as nonsensical French poured out of the television. I gulped down hard and felt a shortness of breath turn hot and suffocating in my chest. As I walked through the doorway, a flash went off. And then another. Mike had his fucking camera out! He wasn't a big guy or in shape or anything but there was no way I was going to be able to take it away from him. He looked up from behind the lens and smiled broadly. "Ha, ha," I said. "Very funny." The blue spots cleared from my vision and I saw that Mike wasn't wearing a stitch. His round hairy belly hung like a wooden keg over a healthy size cock that was pointing straight at me. "It's insurance," Mike said and put the camera into his gun safe and closed the door. "I don't want this silly shit coming back on me later." "That makes sense, I guess," I said. We'd both be run out of town if people found out about this. That is, if we weren't just strung up first. Mike scooted to the far side of the bed and patted the spot next to him. "Have a seat." I sashayed over to the bed and sat down at the edge. On the television, it was a close up of the tranny blowing one of the guys. Her tongue swirled around the bloated purple head and occasionally she looked up and smiled with the big dick in her mouth. I jumped slightly when I felt Mike's hand on my leg. It landed at the knee and slid smoothly back and forth up my stockinged thigh. Every so often, the back of his knuckles would touch my dick or balls sending a jolt through me. I reached down to start jacking myself off. "Stop that," Mike said in a low, menacing voice. "You'll get to cum. But not yet." His hand reached up into my panties and began caressing my nuts. I moved my hips back and forth trying to get off by his touch alone. I needed to cum worse than I needed to breathe. "You wanna cum, right?" Mike asked. His breathing was faster also. I nodded yes. He pointed to the screen, "You see what she's doing, right?" I nodded again. Mike pulled his hand out from under my skirt and grabbed the back of my neck. He began pushing me towards his dick which throbbed up and down with the beat of his heart. I stole a look back at the television as my head was being pushed down. The tranny on the screen had the cock all the way in her mouth and was bobbing back and forth furiously. Mike's hand straightened my head and I opened my mouth. I'd had my cousin's dick in my mouth before for a couple of seconds. It wasn't a big deal. Right? It felt strange having Mike's dick in my mouth. I made my lips into an 'O' and began to run them from the top to the bottom. Well, as far to the bottom as I could get. For a fat, ugly, nerdy guy, he kind of had a big dick. It was soft on my tongue and hard at the center. I licked the shaft. I tongued the piss hole. I lapped at his balls. Mike had wadded up my hair into his hand and was directing my pace. I looked up at the television and saw the tranny playing with the guy's balls as she sucked. I brought my free hand around and held Mike's shrunken balls in my hand as I swallowed his dick over and over again.. I did as she did and ran my fingertips over the puckered skin. Mike began pushing my head faster and faster. "Oh yeah," he said through gr itted teeth and pulled my head up to the tip of his dick and held it there. I felt it twitch in my mouth several times as something salty and warm filled my mouth. I swallowed some back but a small amount leaked from the corner of my mouth and ran down my chin. Mike pulled me off and lay breathing heavily for a while. I was in a trance. Even though his hand had let go of my head, I continued to lick and suck the head of his cock. I pulled one of his balls into my mouth and rolled it around. Mike's hand came back and pulled me off his sensitive, shrinking member. "Jesus Christ," he said disgustedly and sat up. He buried his face in his hand and shook his head back and forth. "What the hell have I done?" he asked himself without looking at me. "I'm sorry..." he started. I didn't know what to say. I still needed to cum, my mouth was full of cum and I suddenly felt as though I had done something worse than anyone in the history of mankind. Mike's pause extended and finally I blurted out, "I liked it." Mike looked up at me slowly and took me in from head to toe. The French porno was still on in the background and the whole situation seemed even more ridiculous as I took it all in. In the basement of an older man from church, dressed in his sister's clothes, mouthful of cum and a French porno on. The tranny on the screen was laying across one guy's lap and getting spanked while she sucked the guy next to him. I stood slowly from the bed on the high heels and removed my panties. I left them hanging around the ankle of one shoe and waited for a second. Beside Mike's bed, a hairbrush was laying on the dresser. I picked it up and presented him the handle. "I guess I've been bad." I saw Mike swallow hard and his soft cock jump. His breathing was picking up again as he moved to the edge of the bed. He didn't say anything, he just put his feet on the concrete floor and sat there. I moved to his side, hiked my skirt up and leaned over his lap. For a moment, nothing happened. I half expected him to throw me on the floor, then throw me out. I started to get a very nervous, horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. But then I felt his fingers glide over one of my exposed ass cheeks. It crept towards my crack and I felt a finger push on my asshole. I arched my back inwards to rock my hips forward and the back out, beckoning him to finger me. He tapped his finger on my asshole and then withdrew that hand from my ass. I felt his free hand come up and hold my back down. The room exploded in the noise of the back of the hairbrush coming down hard on my ass. He didn't speak. He just kept on spanking my ass. He would stop every so often and run his hand over the heat coming from my ass. It burned like fire but I started humping his leg with my leaking cock. As he spanked my sissy ass, I reached under me and found his stiffening prick and freshly emptied balls. I started stroking him under me. I heard the brush land back on the table but wasn't sure what to do until Mike said, "Get on your knees. Suck it again." I slid to the floor and put my hands on the tops of his knees. Both of his hands came to the side of my head and guided my open and wet mouth back onto his dick. I figured I had done alright the first time I let him mouth fuck me so I started doing that again. He was hard again and very sensitive. He guided me at a slower pace this time. Long strokes up and down his shaft. When he would hold my head at the tip, I would swirl my tongue all over it like a starving dog on a popsicle. When he rocked onto his back, I'd dart my tongue in and out of his hairy asshole. Mike began to moan and breath heavier. His prick was rock hard now and I thought he was going to cum in my mouth again but instead he pulled me off it. I moved back as he stood and pointed at the bed. "On all fours, legs apart." After Church Ch. 02 As requested by many of you, chapter two. Thanks for all of the feedback and the positive votes. I'll continue writing this story as long as people are still interested. I spent the whole week walking around like some kind of zombie. My asshole was sore from that long night of being fucked in the ass and every time I thought about Mike's cock in my mouth or ass, I had to go in the bathroom and jack off. Mike had told me not to cum without him but there was no stopping it. I had to touch it. Friday night rolled around and as usual, I had no plans. I didn't usually see Mike until Sunday but the idea of waiting all that time seemed like wasted time. Not to mention there'd be no getting through the church service without trying to conceal a raging hard on the entire time. I still lived at homes but luckily my parents were out Friday night. I waited till their car had cleared the driveway before nervously calling Mike's number. "I thought I might hear from you," he said. He sounded weird. I sounded weird. Nothing seemed real. "Yeah, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to... uh..." How the hell do you ask that question over the phone? "Door's unlocked," is all he said. "There's an outfit on the table for you when you walk in. Get changed when you walk in. Tell your folks you're staying over cuz we've got plans tomorrow." He didn't say good-bye, he just hung up. I quickly scrawled a note to my parents and left. Mike's house was dark. He had an upstairs but he spent all of his time in the basement. His parents had lived there with him for years until they passed away and I don't think he ever did much to change things up there after they were gone. My heart was pounding away in my chest as I walked up to the basement door and opened it with a shove. Part of me was excited, part scared to death. On the table by the door, an outfit was laid out just as Mike had said it would be. I wasn't buying the story of these being his sister's. I don't know that he even had a sister. But there was the outfit. The white thigh highs and garters again but this time there were black high heels. The heels stood very tall and a black strap went around the ankle. There was a note on the white lacy panties that said, 'put these on last'. He'd left me a bra, a plaid skirt and some kind of little white shirt. As I picked up the white shirt to see how to put it on, my heart missed a beat. Beneath the shirt was a black leather collar that said 'CUNT' across the front in big metal letters. Attached to the collar was a dog leash. My cock let go with a throb and my mouth fell open slightly. My legs shook badly as I sat down naked to put on the stockings. They felt so good against my skin. I pulled them on slowly enjoying every inch of the fabric pulling up over my smooth legs. I hadn't shaved them but I wasn't very hairy at all. I pulled the skirt up and figured out how to put it on. I slid the bra over my head and the put the shirt on. The shirt had little white flaps of cloth that tied in the front just below where my tits would be if I were a real girl. In the pocket of the shirt was a small tube. I took it out and removed the cap. Lipstick. Of course. I put the shoes on and buckled the little strap around the ankle. My cock was so hard and stuck out so crazily from the dress it almost threw me off balance as I walked to the bathroom to put the lipstick on. I looked ridiculous. But kind of hot. I had no idea what I was doing with the lipstick but did the best I could to keep it more on the sexy side and less on the clown side. And then, as instructed, I put on the panties. As they slid up and over the garters it made sense to me; if they were over the garters, I could slide them down. I swallowed hard and thought about how in a matter of moments I would be on my knees with Mike's cock in my mouth. I walked to his bedroom down the dark hallway again as scenes of last Sunday flashed through my mind. I didn't know whether to knock or not. I figured he could hear the click of my heels on the concrete floor so I just opened the door slowly and walked in. Mike was on the bed, naked, watching another tranny porn flick. "Just in time," he said. He pointed at his cock as he turned his attention back to the movie. "Head down, ass up." I crawled up onto the bed. Full tremors were wracking my body as adrenaline and hormones raced through me. I put my left hand around his prick, cocked my ass up in the air, crossed my high heels and began to kiss the head of his cock. I could taste the precum that was leaking from the pisshole and started to make a slow process of tonguing it and playing with it. Mike had other ideas. I felt his hand come down on the back of my head and push hard. I made my lips back into an O and took him deeply. This time he hit the back of my throat and I gagged for a moment. He grabbed my hair into a wad and pulled me back up before driving my mouth back down on him. Before long, he had both hands on my head and was fucking my mouth again. I tried to relax and let him do what he wanted with me. I remembered to play with his balls and brought my hand down to his hairy sack. They were already constricted up into a wrinkly little pouch and as I soon my hand brushed his testicles, I felt his cockhead swell and stiffen. "Oh yeah," was all he said as he erupted in my mouth. He must have been saving up throughout the week. This load was twice the size of Sunday's offering and I almost puked from trying to swallow the big chunks floating around in his cum. Some of the cum ran out of my mouth and down his shaft as I struggled to get it all in my stomach. It was so disgusting but I felt like I was going to blow a load myself. Some of Mike's cum had pooled up on my right hand which was still wrapped around the base of his now deflating cock. I pulled it all up to the top of his cock and licked it off. Mike twitched and squirmed as I worked over the sensitive head. Finally he pulled me away from his crotch and sat up. "God damn," is all he could say. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. He really was an ugly man. Hairy pot-belly, thick glasses, balding. But somehow his wretched appearance added to the humiliation of it all and only served to turn me on more. He recovered after a while and told me to lift my skirt. I was kneeling on his bed and hiked the plaid school girl skirt up and yanked the front of my panties down. Mike brought his calloused hand up and grabbed my little sissy clit. He twisted the head around and looked at the shaft. With all of the jacking off I had done, I had almost rubbed myself raw through the week. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," Mike shook his head. "You don't listen, do ya? I said you don't cum unless my dick is in you." A panic rolled through me. Maybe I wasn't going to get cum. Maybe he would send me away. Christ. Maybe he would send me away dressed like this. I couldn't think of any way out of any of the scenarios that ran through my mind. "Get on all fours and pull those panties down," Mike said as he got up. A wave of relief spread through me as I realized that he wasn't through with me for the night. "We'll train you properly tonight. You'll figure it out." I could hear him pulling his belt out of his jeans on the floor. I put my head up and arched my back so that my ass stuck out more. I didn't even jump when he folded the belt in half and slapped it straight. The first blow came in high and surprised me as it hit the sensitive spot on my lower back. I arched forward. "Fuck," I muttered to myself. Mike waited while I writhed around trying to shake off the pain. After a moment, I resumed position and waited for the next blow. This one came across my ass cheeks properly and the feeling of a thousand stinging little ants spread through my white, hairless ass. This felt great. I let out a little moan and stayed where I was. The next blow landed just slightly higher and the next after that slightly lower. Again and again, Mike brought the belt down on my ass and I held my position. He paused after a while and I felt something I wasn't expecting. I felt something tap my balls. I arched my back up and started to climb out of the way. "Get back there," Mike said and slapped me really hard on the ass. I did as I was told. "You like getting whipped too much. I'm gonna give you one on your balls so that you'll know to leave your pecker alone during the week. You keep squirming around and I'm going to give you more than one." The tip of the folded belt returned to caress my balls and I did what I could to relax. Mike continued to run it back and forth, softly running the upturned edge of the belt under me. I began to move back and forth against it, forgetting what was to come. Then the belt was gone and then it landed with a slap against my balls and taint. The pain was immediate and I curled into a ball and held myself. The sensation of my stockinged thighs rubbing together as I cupped my sissy clit and balls together gave me a strange sense of pleasure and I began to squirm and try to jack myself off a little bit more. I heard Mike sit on the bed next to me and run a hand up my skirt to rub my bright red ass. "Get on the floor," he commanded. I slid to the ground and put my face in his lap again. He didn't have to tell me. I knew what to do. He was already hard again from whipping me. I started to tongue the head but I knew he didn't like this all that much and so I went straight to sucking him again. Long deep strokes, hand on his balls. My ass was hanging in the air and was hot to the touch. My panties were still down around my knees and I was sure that Mike had a great view of my bobbing head, red ass and high heels from the full length mirror that sat against the wall on the opposite side of the room. I slurped and gagged and sucked and Mike got harder and harder. When he was satisfied with my sucking, he yanked me up off of his cock and told me to stand up. "Take those panties off and turn around. You're going to learn what reverse cowgirl is." As I kicked off the lacy white panties, Mike reached up and grabbed my balls from behind. "Spread your legs," he said and I did. Using my balls as a leash, he pulled me backwards on to him so that I straddle his lap. I felt his hard-on rub against my ass cheeks and I slowly lowered myself to where he touched my asshole. His hands circled my waist and pulled me down. I opened up as best I could and took him dry. It hurt more than last time but he slid into me and began fucking me raw. Without the lube it was more difficult but I tried to bounce up and down on him as best I could. He finally had me stand up and lubed his cock before reentering my now swollen asshole. He slid into me deeply but much more easily now. I stood on the high heels and began really fucking him. I felt him lie back on the bed and let me have it. I reached down and fondled his balls as I jumped up and down on him, fucking him as hard as I could. After a few minutes he pushed me off and told me to get back on all fours. I did as I was told and before long he was standing behind me, balls deep and fucking me like a madman. He lasted quite a while in this position before grabbing the dog leash that led to the collar around my throat and cumming deep inside me. I could feel his balls against mine as shot after shot of semen filled my ass. I was out of breath and slightly choked by the CUNT collar. I wanted to squeeze up my ass cheeks to stay tight for him but my ass was utterly destroyed and all I could do was remain propped up on my elbows and knees with Mike using me like the little cumslut fuckhole that I had become. As he pulled out of me, I felt my asshole stay open. My legs shook and I put my head down against the bed leaving my ass sticking up. Mike crawled on the bed in front of my head and pulled my hair towards his deflating cock. "You can cum now. But you know the deal." I took his cock into my mouth again and tasted the ass juice, lube and semen. I brought my hand back to my cock and came within seconds. I finished cleaning Mike and then cleaned my hand off. As I sat licking up my own cum, Mike pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt. "Come here," he said and I got up off the bed. Mike took the chain attached to my neck and put the end of it around a hook attached to the ceiling. He stood behind me and simply said, "Hands." I wasn't sure what he meant but slowly put my hands behind my back. I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs on my wrists. Before I could formulate words to ask what was going on, a black piece of cloth slid over my eyes. "Wait a minute... I don't..." "You'd be quiet if you knew what was good for you," Mike said and gave my ass a squeeze. My heart stopped as I heard the pounding on the door to the basement. Mike gave my ass a slap again and laughed. "That'd be my buddy Rick, the guy who records the movies. I told him I had a special treat for him tonight. He's gonna love you." I began to shake all over. This wasn't part of the deal. Now everyone would know. Now... but as the thought of what was to come really settled into my mind, my cock began to grow again beneath my skirt. We had all night and all day tomorrow. Church on Sunday seemed like several lifetimes away. After Church Ch. 03 "Feels tight," said the gruff voice behind me. I felt a very large thumb plow into my ruined asshole and push down on my prostate. "You sure you been fuck'n this little sissy cumdump? You ain't just been fingerbang'n the little fag and jerking off in her mouth, have you?" "Sheeit," I heard Mike say. "I been tear'n the hell out of it for a while now. I just don't have a horse cock like some people." "It's a gift," I heard the other voice say with a laugh. The thumb withdrew from my ass. The cheeks of my face burned red hot and I felt unsteady on my heels. Still, I tired as hard as I could to keep my ass pushed out and available. Horse cock. Jesus. I thought Mike's dick was big enough. I couldn't imagine what Rick's cock was going to do to me. "Just look at how eager this little slut is," I heard Rick tell Mike. "Let's help her out." I heard unbuckling and zipping and heavy boots hitting the ground. Other sounds didn't make sense. Hollow tubes sliding and clicking, things sliding on the floor. Through the blindfold, I could still tell that the lights had gotten brighter and I blinked in stunned amazement when it was removed. There stood Mike with a video camera set up on a big tripod. And there I was with a CUNT collar, lingerie, dress and cum covered face. Directly in front of me stood Rick in just his white socks. He stood nearly 6 foot 5 and was covered in hair from head to toe. His half hard dick hung like an elephant's trunk and I watched as he reached up to unhook my leash from the ceiling. "Why not leave her hooked up? It'll reach," I heard Mike say from behind the camera. I could hear the zoom lens going in and out. "I like a bitch to be on her knees when she's sucking my cock," Rick said. I took my cue from that and dropped to my knees on shaky legs. Rick stepped forward and put his hands on his hips. I wrapped my hand around his cock and assumed he would be just as rough as Mike and began sucking it as fast and smooth as I could. My right hand pumped the shaft and my left hand grabbed one of his gigantic hairy balls and began to carefully massage it. "Lick your finger," Rick said. I looked up in confusion. He pointed at my left hand. "Lick your finger and stick it up my ass while you're sucking that thing." I did as I was told and covered my pointer finger with spit before reaching up between his large hairy ass cheeks. He squatted slightly to allow me access and I slowly started finger fucking his ass as I resumed sucking his cock. His cock barely fit in my mouth and as it became harder, I had more and more trouble getting past the head. I worked my hand faster and developed a rhythm of wetting the head with my lips and then stroking it with my thumb and pointer finger of the right hand. Basically, I was jacking him off into my mouth. "Remember when you cum in her mouth to pull out and shoot it so I can see it on video," Mike said. I looked over to get a glimpse out of the corner of my eye. His cocked bobbed rock hard in the air from behind the camera and I knew I would have a belly full of cum and a sore ass before the weekend was over. Rick's breathing was getting heavier and faster. His hand came down and grabbed a fistful of my hair. I pulled back and stuck out my tongue while my right hand kept pumping away. My left hand was buried in his ass crack, the finger buried up to the third knuckle. I could feel him contracting inside and closed my eyes as the first spot of spunk landed on my lower lip. I moved up closer to get it all in my mouth but it was still impossible. Shot after shot after stringy shot of ropey jizz filled my mouth. I thought he was done and began to swallow but another gob landed on my nose. I choked down his semen and then placed the head back in my mouth and sucked him slowly while tonguing the piss hole. "God damn," was all Rick could mutter on wobbly legs. "This little cunt can suck a prick now." He moved away from me and sat down heavily on the bed. I remained on my knees staring straight ahead as Mike continued to film me. My jaw hurt but my own cock jutted straight up from beneath the skirt. I could feel the indentations on my ass from sitting on my high heels. My stockinged thighs were together and smooth and it all felt so exciting that I felt my cock bounce once with the spasm of ejaculation before I stopped it. "Crawl over here cunt," Rick said and I did as I was told. He was lying on his back and as I got closer, he pulled his legs into the air and his ass cheeks apart. "Lick it," I heard him say to the ceiling. I looked over at Mike and could only see the camera lens with his evil smile behind it. I nosed Rick's balls up out of the way and gingerly stuck my tongue into his asshole. "Ah, that feels good. But I know that tongue will go farther in." "Let me help her along," Mike said as he moved away from the camera. I stuck my tongue in to Rick's ass a little further as Mike kicked my legs apart. "I guess while I'm back here..." I felt my skirt go up and two hands land on my hips. Mike entered me easily and began fucking my ass. One of the hands on my hip came up and began pushing on the back of my head. I started fucking Rick's ass with my tongue while Mike plowed my boy cunt from behind. "Camera still on?" I heard Rick ask. "Oh yeah," Mike answered between grunts. "I got an idea for a great shot. I'm gonna pull out and cum all over your ass and she's gonna eat it out." "You're a dirty pig of a man," Rick laughed. "I guess that's why I come over here." Mike took that as a yes and really began slamming me. It was starting to hurt and Rick's ass tasted horrible. But again and again my tongue entered his butthole. My feet were involuntarily sliding against the concrete floor and I could feel my little sissy cock flopping wildly beneath me. Soon Mike pulled out of my ass and squatted beside my face. He pinned the left side of my face to Rick's ass and began to shoot his load against Rick's asshole. I stuck out my tongue and tried to catch what I could. When Mike had finished, I cleaned off the head of his prick and went back to lick his spunk off Rick's asshole. "Jerk off and put your own shot in there," Rick told me. I reached under my dress and found my little boy clit. In only a few strokes, I could feet my ass cheeks clinch and my toes curl in the high heels. I straightened up on my knees and blew a huge load over Rick's balls. "That'll work too I guess," he said with a laugh. "Clean it up." The cum was caught in the hair of Rick's balls so I really had to work to clean him up. But the more I sucked and licked and slurped, the harder he got. Before I get the last of my own cum into my mouth, he was sitting up and telling me to lie on my back on the bed. As always, I did as I was told. Mike mounted the bed and squatted down over my face. His deflated prick hung over my mouth and he parked his balls on my lips. I pulled my legs up and Mike grabbed me by the heels. As I tongued his balls, Rick mounted me in the missionary position and began to try and shove his baseball bat cock into my little white hairless asshole. At first, I was sure it wouldn't go. "More lube," Rick said and I felt the cold wet lube being pumped in and on me. I reached down and worked it in further with my fingers while Rick put the cap back on the lube bottle. Again, Mike held my legs while Rick put his gigantic cock against my ass. I tried to relax as much as I could and I felt him slide in past the first ring. At the second ring, it seemed impossible and I let out a moan of pain. But then he was in. At least the head anyway. With Mike, the shaft had seemed smaller and I had the sensation of not being stretched so far. But no such luck with Rick. He seemed to get wider as he went in and I let out a long painful moan. "That feels good," Mike laughed above me. "Make the little sissy moan some more." "I can do that," Rick laughed. He pulled back a little ways but not very far before shoving into me again. I pulled my ass apart as much as possible and fought to relax but it didn't seem to be helping. Mike was getting hard again and shoved his prick into my mouth as I moaned and squirmed and cried. Tears ran down the side of my face but this seemed to turn Rick on even more. He began to pump a little faster and with every stroke, he disappeared further into my asshole. "Jesus, she is a tight little whore," Rick said. Mike repositioned himself so that he could get more of his cock into my mouth and Rick was now slamming away at full speed. My own cock hurt like hell from being so hard and I could feel it twitching and bobbing around as I sucked cock and got fucked in the ass. Without warning, Mike lifted off me and Rick leaned forward to bring his full weight down. My hamstrings screamed and my ass tried to spasm shut but there was too much meat. I wrapped my legs around Rick's back and hooked my heels together. Mike brought the camera off the tripod and shoved it into my face. I was still crying softly as Rick took me. Mike panned down to get my legs wrapped around Rick's back and then got behind us so he get a close up of Rick's huge cock disappearing again and again into my destroyed ass. Rick finally tensed up and I have never felt so full in my life. I arched my back to take him further as he began to shoot another monstrous load of cum into me. I could feel it twitching and unloading in me and then I felt a single drop roll down my ass crack and onto my lower back. Rick withdrew from me after a while and Mike kept the camera running. I left my legs apart and my ass was unable to close. Gobs of cum rolled out of my asshole and onto Mike's bed. I thought we were all done and ready for a break when Rick scooted up closer to me on the bed. "Lick it off," he said and I stiffly moved to my side and began licking the semen and lube and ass of his cock. Mike hovered close as my tongue went out again and again, cleaning every inch. "And cut," Mike said and turned the camera off. "That's gonna be awesome. Imagine what we can sell that for." I felt a dropping feeling in my stomach. Nobody could know. This would ruin me. It would ruin my whole life. The terror in my eyes must have said more than I ever could have as Mike winked at Rick. "Of course, the only thing better than the movie is the real thing. I tell ya what, we'll even split the profits with ya. 60/40." "What are we talking about?" I asked. I could barely speak and the words dribbled out of my mouth like so much semen. "You're our new little money-maker, I reckon. You can rest up tonight. We ain't done with ya. But we've got a date all lined up for you tomorrow night. It'll be easy though. The guy is in his 70's. He's a little weird but you'll figure out what to do right away." My cock was so hard as only an 18 year old's dick can be. I slowly began stroking my cock without even thinking about it. Mike interrupted me before I got going too fast, "Ah ah ah," he said. "You know the rules. You gotta have a dick in you before you can cum." I dropped to my knees and put his cock back in my mouth and began stroking my own dick. What would tomorrow bring? The thought of doing an old man was so revolting that I came almost immediately. After Church Ch. 04 Thanks to everyone for all of the votes and comments and emails. I will continue this series as long as you all want. Saturday morning... The cool air on my ass and balls was beginning to drive me into a frenzy as I squatted on my high heels. I was wearing a black pair with 5 inch heels and a matching black bra but my thigh high stockings were white with little black bows at the top. In my right hand was Rick's massive cock and in my mouth was Mike's 8 incher. It was Saturday morning and although I had been thoroughly used the night before, I had woken up hornier than ever. My ass was so sore but every time I touched it with my finger, my sissy cock would jump erect. I could take more of Mike's cock into my mouth than I could Rick's but every once in a while, I would lean over and shove Rick's cock into my mouth to get it wet again. Then I would return to jacking him off while Mike grabbed my longish hair in two fistfuls and went back to fucking my mouth. He was so rough that it was starting to hurt my jaw. He would go too deep and I would gag. Slobber hung from my chin and I thought I was going to puke from his insistent throat fucking. I just wanted to lick his cock and suck it slowly, feel it build to climax and then shoot load after load of hot jizz into my mouth. But Mike liked it rough. Rick took notice of this. "Jesus," he said with a laugh when I finally managed to pull my mouth off of Mike's dick for a second, "you might as well fuck her ass. Let her use that pretty little mouth on my cock." "Yeah, that'd be fine," I heard Mike say. "Get up, cunt," he told me. I stood shakily and rubbed my thighs together to feel the wondrous silky material sliding against my soft flesh. "Now bend over and face Rick," he said. I did as I was told and felt Mike start pumping lube all over my little sissy ass cunt. I was so sore and Mike was so rough. First one finger and then a second. Rick just watched for a moment while I grabbed onto his cock to steady myself. "Spread those legs, god damn it," Mike said and I pushed my legs apart as wide as they would go so that he could have access to my back door. His fingers quickly left and then I felt his cock pushing against my ass. I took a deep breath and tried to relax but my back arched up slightly as he plowed into me. I grunted in pain and looked up at Rick. The expression on his face was that of sheer amazement. There was something that he loved about the pain I was going through but he also seemed to almost feel sorry for me. The sound of Mike slamming against my white hairless ass filled the room but I decided to concentrate on giving Rick the best blowjob that I could. Mike was hitting deep and my prostate was getting hammered. I could feel the precum oozing out of my dick and stringing down to my knees. But I licked at the tip of Rick's cock slowly. Around and around, darting my tongue into his pisshole. Licking the sensitive underside of the head and gently cupping his balls with my free hand. I slobbered as much as I could on it and ran my hand back and forth before slowly starting to take as much of his enormous head into my mouth as I could. Mike's hands clamped onto my hips like two vices but Rick merely patted my head as I was spit roasted. His fingers ran softly against my cheek as Mike began spanking the sides of my ass. My cock flopped around under me wildly and I felt Rick really start to stiffen in my mouth as Mike started mumbling and grunting, "Here it comes, here it comes, you fucking little cunt, here it comes." Mike buried himself all the way and I felt his cocking twitching away inside me as he unloaded his semen into my bowels. Rick must have been turned on by it because he suddenly came in my mouth as well. Big globby spurts of goo filled my mouth and I swallowed it all this time without spilling a drop. "Whew," Rick said on shaky legs. "Now that's the way to start the day." "You got that right," Mike agreed. "Get back down on your knees and clean my cock off now. We've got to get you ready for your date this afternoon. Old Mr. and Mrs. Burton don't stay up too late so we can't keep them waiting. They're pretty excited about having a fuck toy this afternoon. And I'm pretty excited about making a hundred bucks." I turned and dropped to my knees and began licking my ass off of Mike's now semi-hard cock. Did he say Mr. AND Mrs. Burton? His cock was super slimy with ass, lube and cum and as I licked it from balls to head, I began to leak cum from my destroyed ass onto the floor. When Mike saw this, he pushed my face down into it and made me lick that up also. My nuts felt like they were ready to burst and my cock was so hard that it hurt. Mike put my CUNT collar back on me after I was done and took me to the bathroom. There he had me bend over while he shaved my ass clean. He made me shave off everything else while standing in the tub. It was strange to see all of that hair come off my legs and even my asshole felt strange having been shaved smooth. I was about to turn on the water again and rinse all of the suds off of me and start getting cleaned up when he told me to kneel down again. I thought he wanted his cock sucked again so I got on my knees in the tub and opened my mouth. The next thing I know, a warm stream of piss hit my mouth and splashed all over me! I sputtered in disbelief and backed away but Mike told me I better keep my mouth open or he'd beat my ass raw. I did as I was told and let him finish using me as his urinal. After that I took a hot shower and cleaned up. Mike told me not to touch myself. "I catch you washing that little thing of yours too much and you'll be in deep shit." I began to think that I was in deep shit no matter what I did. But I decided it would be wise to leave my cock alone for now. Mike took me by the collar into a spare bedroom and showed me the clothes he had laid out. Instead of super high heels, there were more sensible heels laid out and a very conservative black and white plaid dress. I put on the stockings and garter belt and bra as usual but it was somehow even more exciting to put on a real woman's dress than it was to just wear the usual slutty clothes. He had me paint my fingernails and toenails in a dark purple and then tossed me a make-up case. "Figure it out as best you can. Don't make yourself look like a clown." I put on some lipstick, which was easy enough and then some eye shadow. I'd seen commercials of women doing their eyelashes so I did those as well. I'd need more practice but sitting there on my throbbingly sore asshole with a rock hard erection, rubbing lipstick all over my cocksucker lips and wondering what was in store for me was nearly too much. I stood to leave and as my cock rubbed up against the dress, a small wet spot appeared on the front. I put my hands over it so Mike wouldn't notice. We walked out to Mike's truck and of course, I rode bitch. Every time we passed a car on the highway, I turned my head away or tried to duck down. I'd die if someone saw me. Although I'd doubt that they'd recognize me. Finally Rick suggested that I just suck his cock while we drove and I was more than happy to lean over and lick the end of his cock, safely out of sight. I heard gravel crunching under the truck tires finally and the truck began to slow down. We were obviously at someone's house and pulling into the driveway. I sat up with my hand still around Rick's cock but he pushed me away and zipped up. He took my leash and I began the humiliating walk from the truck to the front door. It was a secluded farm with a well-kept yard. Walking in the shorter heels was a breeze but I still managed to swing my ass a little. Mike rang the door and after a moment, a sweet little old lady answered the door. "Afternoon Mildred," Mike smiled. "You remember Rick over there and this, this here is Stacey." I smiled stupidly and tried not to look directly at her. Stacey? I guess I had a name now. Mildred smiled and welcomed us in. It was so strange when Mike handed her my leash and she led me into the hallway. She tied the leash to the end of the stair rail and said, "My, you are lovely." As she spoke she reached under my skirt and grabbed my cock. "I'm going to enjoy this." Mike, Rick and Mildred all sat in the kitchen having coffee while I stood tied to the stairs. "Harold coming in soon?" Mike asked. "Yes," Mildred replied in her sweet little old lady voice. "He had to finish chores so we wouldn't have to stop. What time do you need her back by?" "Well," Mike said, "it's a little after 12 now. I figured we'd come by around 5 to pick her up. Is 5 hours enough with her?" "Oh, I should hope so," Mildred laughed. "Although sometimes when Harold gets going he doesn't want to stop. Poor thing." I felt her look my way. "She is in for a time. He's been in such a bad mood. I'm sometimes afraid of how far he'll go." My knees began to shake and my erection started to droop. What the hell? Bad mood? Poor thing? I wasn't liking the sound of this. "Here's the money," Mildred said and I heard Mike thank her. They said their good-byes and I cringed as I heard the door shut. Mildred was there standing beside me suddenly and taking my leash. "Now dear, let's put you to good use." Mildred must have been pushing 70 but she was still pretty in a way. Tall and rail thin with a very angular face, her short white hair was worn in a style that I imagined was popular in the 1930's or something. She led me to the living room and had me sit down. She said she'd be right back and I should make myself comfortable. I sat trembling all over as excitement, fear and lust burned through my veins all at the same time. Mildred returned shortly and was wearing nothing except black leather gloves. It was a shock to see her sagging tits and wrinkly skin. In her hand she carried a riding crop. Around her neck was a pearl necklace. My astonishment must have been obvious by the expression on my face. "If you think this is shocking, my dear," Mildred said menacingly, "you're in for a very long afternoon." She sat down on the couch next to me and then snapped her fingers, "On the floor bitch. Facing me. On your hands and knees. I haven't had my pussy eaten properly in weeks." I swallowed hard and got into position quickly. Mike had trained me well and I was now used to following orders. Mildred parted her legs and I began creeping forward. Her gray bush was trimmed but it was still beyond bizarre to be going down on this old woman. I tentatively stuck out my tongue and gave her wrinkled old pussy a lick. "That's it, dear. Get in there and work that tongue." The riding crop came down hard across my ass and I began licking her quicker. She began to squirm and writhe and beat me more. She slid herself out further to the edge of the couch and cupped the back of my head with her feeble old hand. "That's it dear. Find the little button and flick it with your tongue." Her legs began shaking and a terrific orgasm tore through her. Her legs clamped down around my head and I guess in all of the pussy eating, I hadn't heard Harold come in. Something snapped loudly in the room and then a wave of fire spread through my ass cheeks. "Look at that white ass," I heard a man behind me say. "I am gonna turn that thing purple today." I lifted my cum smeared face out of Mildred's lap and turned to see an old man with nothing on holding a doubled over leather belt. His body was crooked and covered in gray hair but you could still see that he was plenty spry for a man his age. "Crawl over and get busy," he snapped. His face was bright red and he looked angrier than any person I'd ever seen. "Come on cunt, get suck'n." I crawled to him carefully as I didn't want to tear my stockings. Once there, I raised up on my knees and took his half-hard old prick in my hands. It was only about 4 inches soft but I could tell that if he got hard, it would be close to the size of Mike's cock. I didn't figure Harold for the soft and tender type so I stuck all of his prick into my mouth at once and began slowly stretching it out with my lips. Open wide, swallow it all, close my lips and pull back slowly letting his cock slide along my tongue. With each pass, he became a little harder until he was finally erect. "That's good," he mumbled. "Maybe I'll take it easy on you today." I took this as my incentive to give the best blow job I'd ever given and began working at it like my life depended on it. I saw Mildred's legs appear next to Harold's and heard them kissing. I tried to ignore the sounds coming from above and just kept working Harold's cock in and out of my mouth. After Harold was good and hard, he pushed me away. He began hobbling into the bedroom and Mildred took my leash. "Come on, Stacey. We're going to put those talented little lips of yours to some real work now." To be continued... After Church Ch. 05 The story continues... I appreciate the feedback and comments. If any of you hot t-girls out there have pics to share, I would love to see them. Thanks and enjoy! A.F. * "Scoot your head back to edge of the bed, bitch," Mildred tells me and slaps me hard on my balls. I'm lying on my back on Harold and Mildred's bed. My dress is pulled up and you can see my heartbeat in my erection as it stands at attention, throbbing for release. Mildred's hand catches my shriveled sack square on and she continues swatting at my balls until my head is hanging off the edge of the bed. She spreads her legs and straddles my face, her ancient hairy pussy coming to rest on my lips. I feel her nails dig into the skin of my scrotum. She catches the right ball and squeezes it hard. I start to gasp in pain but as soon as my mouth opens she brings her weight to bear on my open mouth. She grinds back and forth and releases some of the pressure on my nuts. I feel the hand disappear for a second and then another volley of slaps lands. "Stick that tongue out and lick it god damn you." I push my tongue as far out as it will go into Mildred's pussy. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. Almost kind of sweet and tangy. Harold is standing behind her stroking his erect, wet hard-on and rubbing Mildred's ass with his free hand. She grabs my cock and twists the skin under the head as Harold lands a slap across her ass. "Spread those legs gorgeous. And you," he pauses and I look up past Mildred's asshole to let him know I'm paying attention. "You work that clit while I fuck her." I move so that I can access her clit easier and she rewards me with a caressing stroke. I feel warmth and wetness slide down my cock and I know she's taken my dick into her mouth. Harold's bloated old monster dick swings into view and he deliberately misses her cunt and slides his cock into my mouth. Mildred starts working my cock with her mouth and Harold fucks my face. The head of his dick pops out of my mouth and wet strands of saliva hang from the head. He moves an inch off of my lips and shoves it into Mildred's old snatch. Her legs shake and she moans into my cock. Harold slides long and smooth into her and I can't help but feel a little jealous. I've only ever been fucked. I have yet to fuck anyone else. But the blowjob is nice and Mildred runs her hands down my thighs, smoothing out the white stockings. Harold increases his rhythm a little and Mildred moans into my cock over and over again. I can feel myself getting ready to cum right before Mildred takes her mouth off my dick and gives my nuts a painful squeeze. "You're not allowed to cum yet." Harold's cock falls out of Mildred and lands wet and slimy across my face. He rolls it around across my nose and Mildred's pungent pussy gets smeared all over me. I open my mouth and he sticks it all the way down my throat. I gag slightly but manage not to throw up. He pulls the head out and I tongue the bottom of it. I stick my tongue out as far as it will go, lifting Harold's cock back up to Mildred's pussy. He shoves it back into her and I lick his shaft all the way in. He buries it deep and I give his balls a quick lick before he slides back out. Mildred slaps the inside of my thigh hard and yells at me, "Get back to work on me you little slut." I return to working on her big, swollen purple clit and try to get as many licks in as I can against Harold's dick. I feel Mildred's lips return to my cock but I'm so busy with my mouth trying to keep both of them happy that I can't concentrate on the pleasure flowing through my own prick. Harold picks up the pace and I decide that maybe it'll go easier for me if I can just make both of these old farts cum. I bring my hands up onto Mildred's sagging tits and start rolling them around in my hands. She's really moaning now and I lightly pinch on her nipples. Her legs begin to shake and Harold is hitting his stride. He's going pretty fast for an old dude and I can only hope that I can fuck this well when I'm pushing 70. Mildred's moaning changes to a hoarse growl as the first wave of orgasm rocks through her. Harold's nuts are slapping my nose and I can hear him grunting also. Mildred feels like she's almost trying to crawl away from the pleasure when Harold dumps a load into her. Or at least that's what I'm assuming he's doing. I move my tongue up off her clit and past his balls and lick his sweaty taint. I can feel it release and contract with each shot of jizz. He holds it there for a while before finally pulling out with a plop. I don't have to be told what to do. He crams his cum covered cock into my mouth and I lick it clean as Mildred regains her composure. Once I have it all cleaned off, Harold staggers over to a chair near the bed and sits down heavily. Mildred backs up slightly and I feel her hand coil around my testicles again. "Clean it," is all she says. I open my mouth and she pushes with her vaginal muscles. A thick dollop of cum hits my tongue and I swallow it. The rest I have to go in after with lips and tongue. Her hand squeeze tighter. "Gently, bitch," she warns me. "I'm tender down there now." I mop up all of Harold's cum and she tells me to move back onto the bed more. My neck is killing me so I'm glad to be laying flat on the big bed again. Mildred sits up straight and brings her asshole to my spunk covered lips. "Now," she says with a big sigh. "I want that tongue of yours as far into my as asshole as it will go." I give it a lick to loosen it up a little but I'm not going fast enough to please her. "In," she yells at me and slaps my cock across the sensitive tip. Her fingernail must have just caught the edge as a spark of pain runs down the shaft. I push my tongue out and in. It is going to be a long afternoon. Mildred and Harold chat while I clean her ass with my tongue. She ignores my cock but it remains standing straight up. They decide what to have for dinner, what to do tomorrow. It's a long conversation and Mildred's asshole is squeaky clean and wet when she finally moves off of me. My jaw is sore, my face is sticky and my nuts are full to the point of being extremely painful. I so wish they'd let me cum. I even wish Mike and Rick would reappear. They demand more but they're never stingy about letting me shoot my own load. "Poor little creature," Mildred says and runs her foot over to play with my cock. "Should we let her cum, dear?" "I reckon we ought to," Harold says with a laugh. "Get the big vibrating one out. It doesn't look like it'll take her long." Mildred reaches over to a drawer beside the bed and pulls out a large black plug. She squirts a tiny amount of lube around the end and smears it on with her hand. "That'll be perfect," Harold adds. "Pull those legs up and apart," she tells me and gives me a playful slap on the thighs. I do as I am told and I feel her fingers pushing more lube into my sore ass. "Those boys have worked you over pretty good. But I'm guessing you're stretched out enough to take this." I feel the end of the plug against my ass and try to relax, try to let go. It slides past my outer ring and all is fine but as soon as it hits the inner ring of my tender sissy asshole, I clinch and push the plug back out. "Have it your way," Mildred says and really gives the plug a shove. With a searing bolt of pain, it finds its way home. I kick and writhe and put my hands against my ass cheeks. Mildred turns on the vibrating function of the plug and the pain quickly begins to change to pleasure. My cock is twitching all over the place and I now have no control over when I cum now. Mildred tells me to go kneel between Harold's legs and suck his cock some more. "He won't get hard again but it'll feel good anyway." I stand shaking on my high heels and totter over to Harold. He points down and smiles and I drop to my knees. The plug is shaking the hell out of my prostate and my whole body spasms and trembles. I take his flaccid cock into my mouth and lick the head. The vibrating in my ass is driving me wild and I lean forward and put my hands on the ground so that I am on all fours. Harold's limp dick feels weird in my mouth and I swish it around with my tongue as I grind my ass around in circles to stimulate myself more. Harold and Mildred laugh at me as I do. My cheeks flush hot with embarrassment but I can't stop. I feel the first spurt of the orgasm starting and I look up at Harold as my eyes glass over. "Oh hell, he's starting to cum already," Harold laughs. Mildred jerks me up by my leash and sticks her old, wrinkled hand out. "You shoot in in my hand dear." It feels so weird. My cock twitches and bobs and spurt after spurt of low velocity cum trickles out of the head and into her hand. The vibrating plug in my as whirs away and I begin to wonder if I'll ever stop cumming. At last, the cum stops but now the vibrations are unbearable. Mildred tips her hand to my mouth and pours my cum in. I swallow it all and lick her hand clean. Mildred turns the vibration off and I sit slumped in a pile with the taste of semen, pussy and ass on my tongue. I'm panting and I can't focus. My body is wracked by the odd convulsion and I feel as though I've lost control of everything. Mildred runs her hand through my hair before saying to Harold, "I think I'll have her make me cum again with that talented little tongue. Then you can have her again." She sits back down on the bed and opens her legs. Her pussy looks red and sore but she snaps her fingers and points at it. "Get busy, bitch. And be extra gentle or I'll beat those little balls right off of you." And as always, I do as I am told.