2 comments/  90232 views/  12 favorites

Caught by the Past Ch. 01

By: Tomsparty



Chapter 1 - Dress to impress

Your latest girlfriend, Karen is very kinky and she introduces you to all manner of strange people. You on the other hand are rather naive and innocent. You found one handsome guy, James strangely attractive. He has long muscular legs, a washboard stomach, dark skin, blond hair and an impeccable speaking voice. Having met many of Karen's friends James seems on the face of it quite normal. You're surprised and rather flattered when out of the blue he rings you after work. He invites you for a drink that evening and strangely drawn to him - you accept. 

He’s already drinking a pint when you walk in. He looks utterly adorable and inexplicably he sets your teenage heart a flutter. You join him by the bar, he offers you a stool and you're surprised to find he’s already ordered you a sweet white wine. You don’t want to offend so you except it. You get on well. You learn that his friends are on a stag night. Obviously lonely he suggests you come back for coffee to watch a late night game. Your intuition says no but you agree. You don’t even like football.

His house is generaly a mess and sadly lacks a womens eye for neatness. In the lounge he points to an armchair while he pours you another wine. 'Please, take a seat,' he says.

You would but it's full of neatly ironed clothes. You stoop to move them. They belong to a woman. You assume it's his girlfriend. You linger momentarily your fingers caressing the sheer semi-translucent blouse and soft red leather skirt. Something strange happens and you feel unnecessarily awkward. James watches you intently. You carefully gather the pile in your arms and uncover a tiny lace g-string, delicate matching bra, black fishnet stockings and towering black high heels. Your face flushes with embarrassment.

'What's up?' James asks sensing your unease.

'N...N...Nothing,' you stammer realising how stupid you must look.

'The clothes won't bite!'

'Suppose not,' you gulp awkwardly. I didn’t realise you shared with your girlfriend.'

'I don’t.'

You cringe wishing you hadn’t asked. 

'I got them for you. I thought you might appreciate them.'

'What?' you say.' You’re confused.

He scowls. 'Look I’ve no time for games. I’m a good judge of people. If I’m wrong simply tell me to fuck off.'

'But... but... I don’t understand,' you stammer.

James grinds his teeth with irritation. 'Men get off on fantasies. We're suckers for a stunning woman: big tits, tight arse and long legs. Why am I telling you this, when you know it already? Because the vital element in my fantasy is that the dream is incomplete if the pretty thing in a skirt isn’t a sissy man.' He pauses for effect but you’re shell shocked. ‘I assume you don’t get much chance and I thought you’d like the opportunity to experiment.' he smirks. 'What do you wear at home? Huh! Answer me that? Tight-ass hipster jeans and spiky heels or a body-hugging halterneck?' He grabs your bum, you shiver with uncertainty. 'Tell Daddy the truth. I bet you can wiggle you're cute arse in a sexy mini-dress.'

You’re agog. He wants YOU to dress in the pretty feminine things you're holding. Confused, you want to throw the clothes on the floor. You know you should tell him to fuck off and walk away but, but... It's not that simple. The blouse is so pretty and the sexy leather skirt smells so enticing and... You shudder at the thought - there's something about James that you find very attractive. You're not gay but the clothes and his suggestive behaviour throws you off balance. 

As you ponder your predicament the lacy bra flutters to the floor. You stoop quickly to pick it up. As you straighten, his strong arms wrap around you like the tentacles of an octopus. They guide you towards the bathroom.

'I'm just not sure if you'd like to be a sexy vamp in a tight mini or a coy librarian in a long pencil skirt. But we will see.'

You try and look deviant. 'What do you think you can do, dress me up like a Barbie doll?'

His eyes take on a piggy gleam, he grins like a schoolboy and gives you no choice to refuse as he bustles you through the hallway and up the stairs.

'Take as long as you like, Honey. I bet these clothes will really suit you,' he shouts through the bathroom door. 'You'll see everything you need in front of you. I'll be waiting downstairs.' Then silence.

You’re in shock, numb, speechless. You lock the door, relieved to be alone. You look over the feminine clothes again and a strange sense of déjà-vu sweeps over you. Why? You’ve never wore a skirt before yet the idea, as strange as it may seem, does hold immense appeal. You press the tiny mini up against your unusually wide hips and bite your full pouting lip. What harm could possibly come from wearing the sexy clothes just this once? They look your size. Other than James, who would know? Then it happens - Your normally dormant cock stiffens and you involuntarily massage it as you gaze at the mini imagining your slender legs in it... but you stop as guilt washes over you. You know its wrong, but you can’t resist the opportunity. 

With trembling fingers you touch the lacy bra and your chest tightens. You struggle to breath. Your little cock quivers again and begins to throb causing your pulse to quicken. There’s no mistaking. You're sourly tempted. Compelled by some mystic force you want more. You feel the sheer fishnets between your quivering fingers they look as if they’ve been worn before and your little cock spasms even more enthusiastically. This seems so familiar you’re scared. You scour your mind for any distant memory but it’s a desert. What shall you do?

Minutes later a decisions made - The g-string cuts you in two; the suspender belt hangs uncomfortably from your waist and the skirts so short your lace stocking tops show with the slightest of movement. The bras padded, tight and constricting, while the see-through blouse shows it's every lace detail. The high heels are snug but you’re in love with them as you tower precariously swinging you hips this way and that. Your cocks solid as a rock and you feel hot and sexy. 

There's some make-up on a shelf so with out hesitation you hastily apply lipstick, mascara and eyeshadow. Then you spot the wig. It's gorgeous. You can’t resist stretching it over your head and soon you have a halo of shimmering blonde curls. You spray some feminine perfume on your wrists and cheekily, under your skirt. Your heart beats faster as you check yourself in the mirror for the final time. Your legs look long and willowy, your waist tiny, you’ve an hour glass figure. You don't even recognise yourself. You’re delighted with the reflection that shines back. You look like a convincing young, beautiful girl. You’re in heaven. Legs together you spin lightly in your heels and revel in every sensation as a cool draft wafts up your tight leather mini skirt. Hmm! it feels so much better than you imagined. 

Your shy, your stomach is light with dancing butterflies and after a few deep breaths you step cautiously onto the landing. No one is about. You consider James could be playing a cruel game on you and once downstairs he will laugh and mock you for dressing up. But he wasn't drunk and it didn’t seem in his nature. Karen and James always consider you unadventurous when it came to sex games. You shake you head to dismiss the thought. The idea too unpleasant to consider.

It’s deathly quite as you step majestically down the stairs, one heeled toe at a time, careful not to trip or show acres of creamy white flesh. Click, click your heels tap on the wooden stairs. Whoosh! your fishnets rasp as your legs brush together and squeak, the red leather sounds like a mouse announcing your arrival. 

Once downstairs you pause for a few seconds, your hands trembling over the door handle. You’re bemused. Why had you let James dress you? What was his intention? Why did you feel so undeniably sexy? You’re minds a whirl with so many questions. What you do appreciate is the gorgeous new feelings sweeping unchecked through your body. Mmm! You want to cum so much you cabarely contain yourself. You glance down at your feminine form and hope James won’t notice your hot little cock swelling under your neat skirt. Besides why should you care? Does it matter. Cock or not you feel like a sexy, radiant beauty, with breasts made plump and delicious by clever use of bra and padding, your pert bottom encased in the most sensual of fabrics looks larger and well rounded, the whole ensemble teetering on a pair of killer heels. You’re perfection. You’re a goddess. He won't know what’s hit him!

Is it a hoax? What does James plan to do with you? Do you tell him how much you like dressing as his girl or does he tear your clothes off with his teeth and fuck you senseless? Hmm! - To be continued.

Caught by the Past Ch. 01



My name is Lene. I am a fairly attractive 50 something brunette living in Denmark. I may share some of my personal attributes with you later but first I have a confession to make that I would like to share with all of you. Well, actually, it's a confession specifically for my now ex-husband Jørgen, but I'm willing to share it with you because he's such a wimp and a cuck and deserves it. More importantly..... he asked for it! 

His request, or perhaps I should say demand, came when my brother, Erik recently, and suddenly, died. Jørgen was clearing up his estate and while he was going through Erik's personal papers, he found a copy of Weekend Sex that was dog-eared at a page featuring me in a rather compromising position as well as some other incriminating pictures and letters. Jørgen, knowing what a pussy-hound his brother was, assumed the worst and was convinced that I had had an affair with his brother. Suddenly, and without mercy, my past had caught up with me! 

At the time that this happened, I was living with Jørgen and his new wife Anna. Anna and I have known each other for a long time and I had introduced her to Jørgen after our marriage had collapsed. I was staying with them to help Anna around the house after she gave birth to her baby. 

On the day in question, I had no idea that he had discovered the papers and when he returned to the house he was very angry and upset. Seeing him come through the door in that state, I was overcome with a feeling of dread and I somehow knew that he had discovered that Erik and I had been lovers! We had a tremendous argument as he threw accusations in my face and yelled at me demanding an explanation. I didn't deny the accusations and at first, I tried to bluff him by insisting that he didn't have any right to question me because we weren't married anymore! That just infuriated him more and he insisted that I tell him the truth because we were married at the time that it happened. He demanded to know the entire truth about the affair and how it started. I was as angry at him as he was at me! After all, it was his entire fault. Now, he develops a backbone! I told him that I owed him nothing but, if he wanted the truth, then I would give it to him. I told him that I would do it on my terms, not his. Anna worked to calm us both down and, as she was really curious about my affair as well, suggested that I write down the entire story.

So here it is Jørgen! I hope that you're man enough for the truth about how I satisfied my needs behind your back because you couldn't!

Prior to my marriage to Jørgen I had sexual relations with three other men. Loosing my virginity was not really a memorable experience so you can draw your own conclusions and I'll let it go at that. The other two relations were more enjoyable to the point that I knew that I would need/want a steady diet of cock in my future. 

I already had one child due to a slight indiscretion during a wild weekend of sex before I met Jørgen. He and I had some wild passionate drunken nights together when we found out that I was again pregnant. I was not at all happy with this but, after some persuading by Jørgen, he and I got married and I presented him with a son three months after the wedding. Maybe it was post-partum depression or maybe it was just the desire for a good, hot fuck, but about three months after our son was born I was reading through a number of different sex magazines that intrigued my curiosity, as well as made me very wet! Could sex be better than what it was with my hubby or previous lovers, (who weren't all that great) or was I just reading some stories written from other people's fantasies? It seemed that every picture that I looked at had pictures of men who had bigger cocks than my husband. I came to realize that what I wanted was a man to take me hard, not just make love to me, but really fuck me. I wanted a man who would TAKE me, I started to fantasize about rape, to be tied up and fucked helplessly without any mercy, and I desperately wanted a good spanking with a bare hand. As my fantasies built, my curiosity and desires grew with it. Finally, I came to a decision! I needed to find out. I had to satisfy my urges! I wanted to try some strange cock! 

I was racked with indecision as I tried to decide whether or not to cheat on my husband and look for someone behind his back or attempt to seek his permission to break my marriage vows. 

After building up every ounce of courage that I had, I asked Jørgen for his permission to have sex with another man! I knew that he wasn't happy with my request and he tried to creep around the discussion. I could see it in his eyes that it hurt his feelings and I stupidly promised him that I would not do it if he didn't say yes. He told me that he would think about it. He promised me that he would give me my answer shortly.

The days passed without any response, and then the days turned into weeks and then into months. Sex between us dropped from mediocre to non-existent as he tried to come to a decision. In all fairness, Jørgen did try to make our sex life better. As I shared my fantasies with him, he did try, but he could never get into it. I became hornier, frustrated, and wanted the pleasure of having my unfulfilled desires for some really good, hot, hard sex satisfied.

About two months after our discussion my request still remained unanswered. I was constantly wet and horny and my fingers were my only source of relief. I think that I burnt out two vibrators during this time! I was climbing the walls in frustration when fate took a hand and my life changed forever. Destiny intervened in the form of Jørgen's father, Bent, who suddenly appeared one day wishing to see his grandson. He had been out of the country for some time and just returned when he discovered that he had a new grandson. 

Bent stayed with us for two very enjoyable weeks. He was fun to have around, very helpful while Jørgen was away at work and had a great sense of humor. He was also a notorious flirt! It seemed that as we got to know each other better, every comment had a sexual connotation. I found that as he and I talked and joked together I would become quite horny and wet, especially whenever we were alone. 

Previously, during a number of the family gatherings, I had heard rumors from some of the women that Bent was a bit of a bull – that was in direct contrast to his son who was a bitter disappointment in the cock department. 

During our conversations at home, I would just see a telltale bulge in his pants. Several times it became quite large when we were sitting alone talking. It turned me on so much that I became very wet knowing that he was aroused as well. As our joking and flirting increased, I continued to feel my urges grow hotter and hotter as I got wetter and wetter. I never thought that we would end up having sex together as, after all; he was the father of my husband. Little did I know!

Hey Jørgen! How do you feel about the confession that you wanted now? Surprised? You shouldn't be. After all, it's your fault that I'm the slut that I've become. Keep reading asshole; it's going to get better!

During the first four days of Bent's visit, I believe that what held him back from directly  approaching me was the knowledge that it was his own son that he would cuckold if he went forward and fucked me. He realized that it would not be possible to undue the action if he took that final and forbidden step. I'm sure that I sent out plenty of signals that I was willing. He must have been able to smell my desire from across the room! Secretly, I hoped that he would fuck me. Outwardly, I flirted with him like crazy. God; I wanted it so bad! 

On the fifth day of his visit, both of our lives turned upside down! That morning; while Jørgen was at work, the baby was sleeping sweetly and soundly in his crib, and my oldest son was at school, the moment that I had been agonizing about for months, finally arrived. 

Bent, leaning against the counter in the kitchen, was staring at me strangely as I walked past him to make coffee. He probably smelled my desire as I know that my panties were already soaked. He reached for me, laughed, and said: "The coffee can wait Lene!"

The words rocketed through my brain like lightning bolts as my spasmodic pussy sent even more moisture running down my thighs. As he moved behind, me he pressed his body tightly against mine, his hands grasped my milk-filled breasts and gently massaged them despite my attempts to protest. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion as it attempted to object to the burning sensations while my body was screaming for it to continue! My pussy took control as my protests became weaker and weaker while his rampant cock, like a rigid pole, pushed harder and harder against my ass. My mind continued to protest against these forbidden feelings that were spreading through my body as my pussy became even wetter and my body trembled with greater intensity. I could not resist Bent's touching, nor did I want to, for I knew, in the end, my father would fuck me. Doing this; taking this risk, I hoped, I prayed, that he was a better lover than my husband.

He didn't listen to my protests, as weak as they were; he assumed that I was just as keen on this as he was. As his hand slowly slid down my body it found its way up under my dress. As his hand gently floated over my mound, one of his fingers slipped into my panties. My head slid back and I moaned loudly as his finger slipped into my soaking wet pussy. With his other hand, Bent gently turned my head, his mouth covered mine and he kissed me and muffled the loud moans that were beginning to rise from my throat.

He removed his finger from my panties and passed it close to my eyes. I could see that it glistened with the juices that seeped from my pussy. Bent then sucked on his finger, smiled and said, "Well Lene you sure need a real man, don't you? My son is obviously not man enough for you! I think that I will make it up to you and show you what our family really has to offer!" Little did he know how true those words would be!

Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Bent pushed me forward over our dining table and pulled my dress above my waist and onto my back, slid my panties down my thighs and stepped back to remove his pants. Lying there, I looked back over my shoulder as he opened his belt, undid his trousers and pushed them, along with his shorts, to the floor. This is what I was waiting for. Dear God, please make it well worth the wait! I was drooling, literally, as he exposed a cock that must have been at least 22-23 cm and thick! 

My god, I was horny. I still continued to protest and said, "Bent, this is so wrong! I cannot have sex with my father!" Bent laughed and said "That's not what your pussy is saying. Why is it so hot and soaking wet?"

I could of course, not argue with that statement. I felt him move forward between my legs and instead of resisting by clamping my legs together, I spread them further apart for him. My invitation was obvious. I felt him grasp my panties and move them aside as he guided his dick up and down between my labia. It was so wet, so greasy, so wonderful. I sighed deeply and moaned, "No Bent, no please don't! Jørgen's your son!"

My protests made no difference to him. I knew they wouldn't but I had to go through the motions anyway. Bent did not react to my protestations; he continued to tease my pussy with his throbbing, hard, BIG cock.

The sensations of his cockhead against my saturated labia caused my juices to flow even more freely until, eventually, it just became too much for me. I groaned loudly, "Fuck me Bent, oh yes, fuck me now! Hard!"

I felt his cockhead push through my labia as they stretched to their fullest extent around his shaft. It hurt like hell when his cockhead popped into my channel. Once past my opening he pushed his cock hard into me as he moaned: "You are so fucking narrow Lene, so fucking tight. Haven't you ever had a REAL man inside you before?"

Needless to say, my mind wasn't really on conversation as I felt that thick chunk of meat sliding into my well lubricated hole. Bent fucked me hard, groaning out loud. Unfortunately he didn't last very long but the sensations and anticipation were so great that I managed to cum after just a few strokes. As he pounded his cock rapidly into my spasming hole he suddenly stopped, tensed his body and I felt him shoot his load deep into my sex-hungry and unprotected belly.

Unfortunately we were forced to end our afternoon's activities as my eldest son would soon return from school. We quickly took a shower to hide the evidence of our forbidden lovemaking and lamented over the inability to play while we scrubbed each others backs.

I now knew what an addict felt like. I knew that I could not say no to Bent, nor did I want to. I had to have him and I realized that he could have me whenever he wanted. He simply had to tell me to spread my legs. During the remainder of the day we touched each other whenever the chance presented itself. We had to do it secretly whenever an occasion arose, but unfortunately, there weren't many opportunities during that long day. On one occasion, late in the afternoon, Bent managed to corner me and whispered "Sneak into my room tonight after Jørgen drops off to sleep." I just nodded in answer as my pussy overheated and became soaked with lubricant.

The rest of the day was one of pure torture. I didn't think that nightfall would ever arrive while my pussy continued to burn for more of Bent's big cock. I could hardly wait for the evening, but it seemed that it would never come. Eventually bedtime arrived and, as usual, Jørgen wanted my pussy. When he reached over and pushed his hand between my thighs, he noticed that I was much wetter than I normally was. I whispered that it was because I had missed him so much during the day. With his male ego satisfied, Jørgen fucked me like a rabbit. It was just like our earlier days and all too soon he squirted inside of me with his little shooter. 

Before any of this had happened, we had discussed the idea of having a second child and had both agreed that now was the time to go ahead with it. Poor timing on my part! Obviously, I was no longer protected. But was I fertile? I should have thought of all of this before my earlier afternoon romp with Bent! 

Jørgen lay close to me, caressing my body and kissed me lovingly. He whispered that he loved me so much. I kissed him back and assured him that I loved him very much as well. This was true in spite of his lack of sexual performance. You cannot imagine the thoughts that were running through my head as I just lay there and hoped that he would fall asleep real soon. My mind was in turmoil, but I knew that I could hardly wait to slip into the Bent's bed and get some real cock.

It felt like years before I was sure that Jørgen was sleeping heavily enough for me to leave. I gently and quietly slipped out of bed and tiptoed into the guest room where Bent was waiting impatiently.

As he saw me approach he removed the quilt to reveal that he was naked and very excited to see me.

My juices were flowing as he pulled me down onto the bed and kissed me. He rolled me over onto my back and started kissing me from my mouth down towards my pussy. As he moved down my body, he maneuvered me into the traditional 69 position where I was lying on my back. He licked me good while I sucked on his nice big fat cock. We both had an orgasm this way and then we just lay there for awhile caressing each other's bodies until his cock again rose up as if to honor me. My mouth resting over the head of his cock didn't hurt either. Bent smiled at me and said I was a real naughty girl, just look what you've done to me. 

He spread my legs and I asked him to fuck me. I would do what ever he wanted in order to feel his cock in my pussy again. I was prepared to beg him for his cock. Fortunately, I didn't have to as I surely got it several times during the night.

It was early morning when my shaky legs carried me to the bathroom to extract copious amounts of cum from my pussy before proceeding back into the bed beside my sleeping, unsuspecting husband.

I had only been asleep for probably 20-25 minutes before I was awakened by Jørgen who wanted to have his usual morning bang. I know that he didn't have a clue that his own father had thoroughly fucked me less than an hour before. I bet he thought I was that wet because he had turned me on the night before! After he was finished and had rolled off, my pussy was extremely sore. Not from anything that Jørgen had done, but from the banging that his father had given my pussy the night before.

For the remainder of his stay, Bent and I grabbed every opportunity and used every chance there was to have real good and hot sex. Whenever Bent emptied his balls into my pussy his cock was pressed firmly against my womb.

I have to admit that I felt guilty about deceiving my husband with his own father, but I could not help myself, and I know that Bent enjoyed every minute of it as well.

After Bent left us the two of us would continue to meet again at our place, Bent's flat and in hotel rooms as well as in Bent's car having more hot unprotected sex.

Eventually fate caught up to me and when I gave birth to a lovely baby girl, I did not know who the father was Bent or Jørgen. I wasn't very concerned about it because the truth wouldn't be easy to determine in any case. If she looked like Jørgen, then everything was fine, but if she looked like Bent, that too would be easy to explain due to the family resemblance. Even today, I really don't know who the father is, but deep down there is a little voice that tells me that it was Bent who knocked me up with that big hot cock of his.

.

In the years that followed I was with Bent many times in both my marital bed when Jørgen wasn't home or in the guest room when Jørgen was deep asleep across the hall in our own bed.

It also happened that I occasionally went over and visited with an uncle who lived in the same town as Bent. It wasn't my uncle that I spent most of my time with, as I would only pay him a short visit. While I was there, Bent's mistress would sometimes be away so we would fuck everywhere in his apartment. If she was home, Bent would rent a hotel room. We would meet like this about 6 times a year and would be able to manage to fuck for a couple of days at a time and some times, we were able to escape for a full week. I always looked forward to those meetings with great anticipation and they made my otherwise monotonous life almost tolerable.

The last time we met was barely a month before Bent's untimely death. He was, unfortunately only in his mid 60's when he passed away. I mourned deeply over the loss of Bent but could not fully show these emotions as nobody would understand where such deep feelings came from.

I'm sure the story above will come as a shock to my ex-husband as I know he had no idea about what happened back then. I think the hardest thing for him to swallow will be the doubt about his daughter. Maybe she isn't his daughter but his sister!

The confession my ex-husband asked for will follow.



Caught by the Past Ch. 02



Chapter 2 - Tight or Loose

Previously - After a drink with a new friend he invites you back to his house. Strangely drawn to this handsome guy he persuades you to dress in girls clothes... Now You're wearing a sexy leather mini skirt, fishnets and high heels, your cocks like rock and you're just about to show yourself...

At the sight of James, you get a sensation of claws scuttling across the floor of your belly. The sensation of far-off teenage crushes, of sex when it was still as much a puzzle as a thrill. You want him. But in a different way - you want him to appreciate you as a girl not as a boy. You want him to hold you in his arms, show affection and behave all lovey-dovey. The sensations scare you and you edge forward cautiously.

He's relaxed, slouched in an armchair reading, of all things, a girly magazine. He's rubbing his swelling groin enthusiastically. You stand in the doorway and wiggle your toes in your high heels and try to look as attractive as a young man dressed in a red leather skirt no wider than a belt can. James eventually sees you, jumps up and pulls you into his arms the bulge in his trousers threatening to jab you in the tummy.

'Christ you've scrubbed up well.' he says.

'Thanks,' you smirk, 'I hardly recognised myself in the mirror.' 

He gave a knowing laugh then you do what an hour earlier you'd consider unimaginable - you kiss him. Not a big sloppy kiss but a gentle caring, on the cheek kiss.

'You look absolutely amazing,' James says overdoing it with a crocodile smile. Your legs are so long, your figure is so sexy and your tight arse.... Hmm!'

Confidence slowly returns, relieved that your trickery fear was unfounded. James waves his hand aloft like a conductor and you the willing orchestra parade before him strutting around like a sexy cat walk model, swinging leather hips, stretching long legs and tossing your mass of blonde curls. You want to feel like a million dollars and momentarily forget all your inhibitions.

But you see your reflection in the mirror over the fireplace and reality hits you in the face like a shovel. 'I feel like a cheap tart.' you say pouting up against a wall, 'I want to be a sexy diva.'

James laughs and his face changes suddenly into an evil scowl. 'That's because you're a fucking, dirty tart.' He slaps you hard across the cheek causing your face to sting and your lipstick to smudge. 'Thwack!' He slaps you again. Dazed and concussed you back away like a wounded deer. You're in shock, defenceless and vulnerable. You sniff back a tear and realise how a bottom skimming short skirt and towering high heels makes you incapable of fighting back. 

'You're a tramp, a slut, and a fucking whore!' he screams waving his arms about like a windmill.

His manner is quite out of character, aggressive and rude, you think his outburst is bound to attract the neighbours or even the police. He doesn't seem to be laughing anymore and you don't see the funny side.

'What's wrong?,' you say, 'Don't you like how I look?'

He abruptly stops. Motionless he laughs a long wicked laugh. 'To the contrary, honey, you look fucking amazing, just like a cheap tart should look.' He drops to his knees and clips a gold bracelet round your ankle. Once secure he holds your slender legs tight and tries to sneak a peek up your skirt. You're naturally embarrassed and feel very vulnerable and insecure like a young lamb that's lost its mother. You blush and step backwards. James is disgruntled.

'Oh no! Slut you don't escape that easily. I want to know what sort of knickers you've on under that lot. Bend over and show me.' He smirks cruelly and gestures with his hand, '...You know you want to!'

'I'm not wearing knickers!' you say indignantly, 'You should know. I'm wearing you're g-string.'

'Whatever. Just show me, slut! And show some respect or I'll take you upstairs and give you a proper seeing to.'

You cower in the doorway. You don't like his aggressive tone but you think you see the corner of his mouth curl upward. Coyly, afraid he might strike you again; you turn your back and slide the tight leather over your hips whilst bending at the waist. The leather stretches and creaks alluringly and James gasps with astonishment as the silky lining allows the mini skirt to slide over your smooth rounded arse. You shake your hips at him, turn, smile coyly and suck two fingers suggestively. If it's a tart he wants, it's a tart he will get, you muse clasping you butt cheeks with both hands and giving them a rub. 

'Oh! Big boy are the rumours true?' You tease. 'Heard you're a dirty dog, bow wow, fuck my cunt. I wanna good rogering.' 

This was probably unwise as the next thing you know his strong hands snake round your tiny waist dragging you back to the armchair, across his muscular knee.

It comes as a flash back - A cloudy haze - you vaguely remember being slung over a knee before and smacked by your mother. Another flash and this time the mist clears slightly. You're dressed for a fancy dress in... In... a little girls fairy outfit. Oh! My god! Is this true or a wild dream. Have you dressed as a girl in the past? but before you can piece any more of the jigsaw together you're awoken from your dream by James loud shouting.

'Wow! Missy, know what I think, slut? I think you're a cheap whore who gets her thrill from sucking cock.'

You shake your head frantically.

'Oh! Yes my sexy slut you pretend to be prim and proper but it's a facade. You like nothing more than talking dirty and sucking thick meaty cock.' he laughs and suddenly adopts a more serious tone. 'Does Karen know about this girl within you?'

You shake your head again this time more frantically your long curls flying this way and that. 'Of course not,' you protest. 'I've never dressed in women's clothes before.' 

But had you? You really can't remember.

He laughs again. 'Dressed as a sleazy slut for a man you mean?' He sneers. 'You can't expect me to fucking believe that do you? You're a pro. A slut who wakes up every morning with a different bloke and can't even remember their name.'

'I'm not,' you squeal girlishly, wishing you'd worn something less flattering and less desperate. Why hadn't he left out something dowdy that finished below the knee with a pair of near flat court shoes? But what's become of you? You haven't ever wanted a man, you don't consider yourself gay but he's turned you into a sissy who thinks he's a girl and he's created a James-shaped need in you, a need that only he can satisfy. You can't believe your own imagination as you look forward to stuffing his cock in your mouth more than you have looked forward to anything in your life. What's magical power did the pretty clothes have? What has become of you? You shake your head and recall an old saying - When in the desert do you know how thirsty you are until the bottle is pressed to your lips. 

You can't deny you're enjoying the feel of the clothes and love the feminine sensations that sweep across your body you even appreciate his attention and his amorous glances. Yet something is wrong, his change in attitude shocks you and you're powerless in his strong grip. Your hair falls forward and you put your hands in front of you and touch the floor pivoting on his lap like a seesaw. He taps your shiny arse leather that's now taught as a drum with the palm of his hand. You struggle helplessly kicking your smooth shapely legs and can't help but emit a feeble girlish scream. But he doesn't let you go. You scream again but this time your outburst simply pleases him more throwing fuel onto his already burning fire. Then you feel it! His hardening cock press up into your tummy.

Another flash and again you see the fairy costume but this time you remember something about a holiday camp. It's all a blur yet you can remember secretly loving the experience. The soft dress, the frills, the lace it was magical. Flash - You begin to recall the holiday. Your mum borrowed the fairy outfit from another little girls mother. It started as a joke but your Mum wasn't impressed when she realised you enjoyed being a girl. Now you vaguely remembering winning first prize but she punished you for showing too much enjoyment. She didn't want a sissy son and to overcome your desire she decided to opt for total emersion. She borrowed more clothes from the kind girl's mother and made you masquerade as a liitle girl for the rest of the week convinced that after 5 days in skirts you'd be begging for your boys clothes back . Another flash and you remember loving every minute. You loved wearing the pretty dresses and skirts. You enjoyed dressing up for the evening in beautiful party dresses and loved wearing sun dresses during the day all much to your mother's annoyance. Is this why you'd forgotten? Your mother had made you forget terrified of what she'd done, she had awoken a secret longing in you which she couldn't control. But who was the other little girl. She was so nice. You played with her a lot. You wore all her clothes. Suddenly your dreamy trip down memory lane is shattered as you hear James screaming again.

'I'm right and you know it. You're a cheap slut who loves nothing more than satisfying men.... You can't deny it. I can tell if you're telling me the truth.' He rubs the palm of his broad hand across your buttocks the heat penetrating your skirt warming your soft flesh. Your little cock twitches uncontrollably.

'How can you?' you cry, terror showing in your voice, afraid of what James is on the edge of discovering.

'Oh! honey, where's your faith, I said I'm a good judge of character and I've got you sussed. I can tell you're a sissy. A boy that's better suited as a pathetic girl. A weak willed submissive who needs direction. You're not a strong dominant woman despite your tarty look.'

That's when you felt it. A large stubby finger hoiking your tiny g-string aside like the string on a bow. James falls silent while he grabs a small jar of Vaseline from a coffee table. Oh! He presses a slippery finger at your most intimate orifice, easing the muscle apart teasing you open. 

'Are you tight or loose?' he chants, 'You can't deny this simple test. Tight and your frigid, loose and you're a whore'. Then his thick sausage like finger shoots deep inside pushing and probing going places where a human finger has never gone before. This causes a weird, unexpected string of events. Your little cock begins to wetten and a warm, rather pleasant glow seeps from your groin throughout your body. You gasp and relax over his knee like a young girl's limbless dolly on the headboard of her bed.  

'Tight or loose' he chimes again working his greased finger in and out of you. Mmm, the sensation is electric and your body begins to shudder riding his finger rhythmically like a small boat on a rough sea. You writhe around on his knee, essentially having anal sex pushing back onto his firm finger. 

'Tight or loose, tight or loose'. He cries pumping you arse faster and faster. He's screaming now. 'Tight or loose, tight or loose'.

You bite your sweet painted lip, groan and push back on his frigging finger. 

'Work with me slut,' he screams and for a moment he holds his finger still while you raise and lower your arse off his knee, pumping his finger frantically. Hmm! Oh! You moan. He senses your closeness and quickens the pace. 'Tight or loose, tight or loose'. You moan wildy, you scream, you clench your teeth and emit a wail of ecstasy, your body jerks and to your utter shame you release your watery seed. 

'Ugh! Mmm! Hmm!' You moan as your humiliation dribbles into your cotton gusset and your little cock deflates like a balloon.

James lets out a moose-sized groan and breaths heavily.

'Hmm! As I expected. Loose - That's no surprise you little slut. Your arse cunts like a tunnel. I can tell it's seen some traffic.'

'No, no' you cry, 'it can't be.' but your cry turns into a shrill young girls squeal as his finger is replaced with a huge sphincter splitting butt plug. It feels incredibly bulbous so when forced deep inside you it refuses to pop out. 

Satisfied James snaps your g-string back and you're dismissed. You fall to your knees. Humiliated, your arse purged, full and now stretched to splitting. You brush your skirt down and feel your wilted cock settle amongst the sticky cum soaked lace of your g-string. 

What now? You try and distract him. 'I'm starved,' you say. His eyebrows rise in expectation.

'Hmm! You not eaten tonight, honey?' Naively you shake your head, your eyes watering from the plug.

'Good then I've a treat for you.' While still on your knees he unzips his fly so you're face to face with his massive cock, its circumcised head bulbous and proud, the sinewy veins clearly visible running up and down its glistening shaft.

'Show me what you can do, you little whore... And I want no excuses. If I'm your fella tonight you've got to win me over.'

Your eyes now water with wonder, his with lust. How can you refuse? He's introduced you to a new world, shown you a wonderful time and you feel indebted. 

'Hurry slut,' he screams.

You take his swollen cock between your trembling hands and tease it with your hot little tongue.

'That's it slut be a good little sissy.'

You suck on the head of his cock for about five minutes in a dreamy state while the most sensual feelings ever experienced flash through your mind. What's become of you? You've never done this before yet dressed in the tight skirt and sexy lingerie sucking cock seems so natural. You lick up and down the base to his balls.

'Umm! Sissy that feels wonderful you're a pro for sure.'

You can't reply your mouth stuffed with his hot rod as you continue to pleasure him, bringing him nearer to his goal of filling your mouth with his thick sticky cum.

You kneel back on your heels as he thrusts back and forth. All the way down your throat his cock glides as he humps your face as if fucking a wet pussy.

Minutes past in seconds and it wasn't long before his body tenses and he clutches your head in a vice like grip grinding your beautiful curly hair into your face. You brace yourself. You know what's next but the force of his cum still surprises you and the volume! You've never seen anything like it. He fills your mouth and you choke. You have to swallow but rather than be repulsed it tastes remarkably good. You gulp his seed down greedily nursing his cock as if a bottle of beer. But he's not done and as he whips it out from your lips it still shoots a jet of hot cum all over your pretty hair, blouse and face. 

Is there more to cum? Having had his way with you does he reach for a beer and watch soccer or has he other plans. Read on slut, if you dare... To be continued...



Caught by the Past Ch. 02



I was still suffering from the loss of my beloved Bent when the God of Ironies, (he must be a god because I keep getting fucked by him), decided that it was my turn in the barrel again! Jørgen, after all the years of my asking, finally gave me permission to try another man. However, his permission came with some conditions. He said that he would allow me to have an affair as long as it was not with anyone in the family, any friends or anyone from the local area or work. As I quickly agreed to his demands, I was breaking up inside recalling how I had already so badly broken his first rule. But, the rule wasn't in place then was it? So it doesn't count, right? I have a clear conscience, sorta! I wonder; if Bent were still alive, what Jørgen would think if I asked him to let me fuck his father? I don't think he would have "approved" as he certainly was against it being anyone family related. Looking back, I think that if Bent had not died I would have tried very hard to convince Jørgen to allow me to fuck him. In fact, I know I would have. In retrospect, I think that I would have rode a number of stranger's cocks first and then tried to convince him to let me do his father.

In the years following Jørgen's approval, we placed a number of ads in several Danish sex magazines. A lot of men responded to the ads and I had a free pick of males who, after careful selection, fucked me well and thoroughly. I would usually visit them alone and sometimes together with my husband. This is when I discovered the other side of my beloved spouse. We both came to realize that Jørgen got off on watching me get my pussy filled with cum by other men. To complete the effect he was usually bound to a chair and virtually helpless while he watched how other men gave me what he could not do himself. Maybe it eased his conscience?

There were times when we could not get a babysitter or the kids were home on vacation. Then, after the kids were in bed for the night, we had men come over and fuck me at home. Some times I tied Jørgen up before they arrived and sometimes my visitors would tie him up. I would get real hot when they mocked and taunted him by making me tell them how much better they fucked me then he was able to. You can see where all of this is leading to can't you?

It was during this chapter of our lives that irony decided to poke me in the eye again. One morning, while the kids were in school and Jørgen was at work, I was visited by my brother Erik. After an initial pleasant conversation over coffee, he dropped a copy of the magazine, Weekend Sex on the table. It was opened to the page that had my ad on it. I thought that my heart would stop beating and that my life had come to an end. He pointed to the ad and said, "Lene, that's you. Isn't it?" I know that I was blushing. I could feel the blood flowing to my cheeks as my whole body started to tremble. Once I got myself under control and was able to catch my breath, I denied everything! Wouldn't you? I insisted that it was someone that looked like me. I tried to go on the offensive by demanding to know how he would even think that I would do something like that. I demanded, "What kind of woman do you think your brother married?" His answer floored me and made me cream my panties at the same time.  

He replied, "One that I would very much like to fuck." He further went on to say that if I didn't allow him to fuck me he would drop by his mothers house and show her the magazine. This sent a bolt of fear through me as their mother and I had never gotten along and this would just add fuel to an already intense fire.

Still in denial, I again stated that the woman in the ad wasn't me. I said that he had made a very big mistake. During this part of the conversation, I could not look at Erik. I had been looking down, alternately staring between the table top and the open magazine. I was unable to look my brother in the eyes! The picture before me stared back as I was spread-eagled on the bed, my wrists and ankles securely strapped to the bedposts. The only articles of clothing were a black sleeping mask covering my face and a peek-a-boo bra which showed my dark aureoles with the eraser like nipples protruding outward long and hard. The picture was completed with a large dildo spreading apart my labia which was surrounded by a mound of well trimmed pubic hair. You wouldn't believe how wet and horny I was when that picture was taken! But I digress! 

Having pleaded my case, I looked up at Erik and could not mistake the desire and lust in his eyes. I knew now that it didn't make the least bit of difference in the world if that woman in the ad was me or not. Erik had made up his mind and was determined that he was going to have me. A smile started to spread across his face as he reached across the table and snatched up the magazine. With his other hand he leaned over, grabbed my wrist and, rising from his chair, said, "Come with me." 

I was unsure of Erik's intentions and fear started to gnaw at the pit of my stomach as he pulled me into our bedroom. He stopped at the foot of the bed, released my hand and, holding the magazine up in front of our bed, said: "Compare the wallpaper, the bed and the pillows lying on bed. Would you still say that you are not the whore in the picture, looking for someone to tie Jørgen up and fuck you in front of him? What do you think our mother would say to that?" 

By this time I was again trembling. I was at a loss for words but conflicted as the fear in my stomach started to change to something else that I was a lot more familiar with. Erik continued with, "I could be persuaded to keep quiet, you know. But, there is a condition and I think you know what it is. I want some of that pussy that you have put on public display and offered to share with other men Lene! "

In shock, I looked at Erik and said: "I cannot do it as Jørgen has demanded that no family or friends can fuck me." The words were no sooner out of my mouth then I realized that, not only had I admitted that I was the woman in the ad, but I was willing to fuck Erik if he could find a good enough excuse. After all, I didn't say that I didn't want to fuck him, did I?

Erik just laughed at my words and said: "He doesn't have to know anything about it Lene, now does he?"

I felt trapped by the situation but knew that I had no choice, even if I wanted one. I gave in, and told Erik that it couldn't happen right now as the kids would soon be coming home from daycare and school.

He laughed as he opened his jeans, pulling out a real fine specimen of a cock and "forced" me to kneel and suck it until he ejaculated into my mouth. He then informed me that he would come back the next day to give me the cock that I so obviously needed. 

Kneeling in front of him, swiping the cum from my lips into my mouth, I smiled at the thought that at least one thing was certain; his cock was bigger than Jørgen's dick although not quite as big as their fathers.

My mind was in turmoil for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. I didn't sleep much that night as I was so horny and wet wondering how good Erik would be in bed.

The next morning I sent Jørgen off to work with the children leaving shortly thereafter.

Less than 5 minutes after the kids had left Erik was knocking on the door. I asked him in and, ever the hostess asked him if he would like a cup of coffee. The lustful expression on his face, as well as the tent in his pants, was easy to read as he simply said "Later Lene!"

As we walked towards the bedroom Erik said: "I want to see you spread out like you were in the Weekend Sex picture. Forget about the dildo! You won't need it as my cock will be what's buried in that hot cunt of yours while I'm fucking your brains out!" God, what a romantic!

I located the straps, ropes, bra and blindfold; stripped naked; put on the bra and laid down on the bed quicker than it takes to say it. I then placed the blindfold over my eyes, spread my legs and put my hands above my head waiting to be secured.

Erik wasted no time and had me tied to the bed with my legs spread wide open in a matter of seconds. Now, it was too late for any more protests, I was completely secured, wide open and ready for whatever he had in mind for me. Erik picked up the magazine, walked to the end of the bed, turned and stared at me. Looking at the magazine, he compared it with what he saw spread out on the bed before. He laughed and then said: "Yes there's no doubt now. That certainly is you Lene." He walked around to the side of the bed, removed the blindfold and said: "I want you to see what I have for you but first I'm going to take some pictures so that I can savor the time that we have together." I didn't realize that he had brought a camera with him but he must have had this all planned out from the beginning. He then proceeded to take some photographs of me in various positions stretched out on the bed. When he was finally satisfied, he set the camera down and removed his clothes to reveal a hard cock that would surely put Jørgen to shame as well as make him extremely jealous. Why, oh why, did I have to marry the smallest dick in the family?

Moving up to my side, Erik ran his fingers over my mound and then slid a long finger into my pussy. Moving it around inside he quickly followed it up with a second and then third digit. I was juicing and starting to spasm. Erik laughed: "Well you feel as if you're more than ready for this Lene; I believe that you are ready to fuck!"

He climbed up onto the bed, between my out stretched thighs and gripped his cock in his fist as he moved closer to my fully open and exposed pussy. Looking down at him, I was surprised to see that he still had a couple of cm of cockhead protruding from his clenched hand. He swiped the cockhead through my overly lubricated pussy lips and I jerked when it hit my clit on the way by. Moving close, he swirled the cockhead between my wet lips and then, with one stroke, drove the shaft inside me right up to his balls. As ready as I was, the forced entry hurt like hell and I screamed out loud as his cock hit the bottom of my pussy. Thankfully, the nearest neighbor was nearly half a mile away.

He showed no mercy as he drove his cock into me and fucked me hard and rough. Normally, I would have tried to slow him down a bit by putting pressure on my legs as they clamped around his hips. But my legs were spread wide open and my ankles were securely tied to the bedposts. It was some kind of torture, but still, it felt so good having that cock driving into my belly, fucking me hard and deep, just the way I loved it.

This was nearly rape! Erik was in total command as he controlled the pace as it suited him. As he fucked my hot hole, a couple of orgasms washed over me as he continued to hammer me with his cock. I felt his body tense as he drove his cock to the bottom of my spasming pussy and filled me with his hot sperm. I felt it running from my well-fucked pussy and down my ass as he slowly pulled his half limp cock out of my swollen, stretched hole.

As I blissfully lay back in a pool of sweat and cum I felt Erik rise up and leave the bed. He retrieved his camera from where he left it and took pictures in both full figure as well as a few close-ups of my cum filled pussy. "Just in case!" he said. Little did he know that after having been so thoroughly fucked there would be no further opposition or complaint from me!

Putting his camera down, he returned to the bed and gently untied my wrists and ankles. He climbed onto the bed, gathered me into his arms and pulled me close to his body. We remained that way, no words being necessary or exchanged as we gently stroked and caressed each other's bodies until "Little Erik" was ready for action again.

As our caresses increased in intensity and lust reared its cum-soaked head in desire, Erik told me to roll over and get down on all fours. As I quickly moved into position, he slipped in behind me, and, with one hand gripping his cock and the other on my hip, he slid his rod up and down my drooling slit until I moaned out loudly: "Stop it! Stop teasing me Erik! Fuck me, fuck me now and fuck me hard!"

Moving his hand to my other hip, Erik pulled me back hard as he thrust his cock into my soaking pussy. He drove it right to the bottom and hissed, "Now I'll give you what you need you horny slut, I'll fuck you until you loose your mind Lene!"

He really did that! My full, heavy breasts swung back and forth as I met his hard deep strokes to get as much of his big cock in me as possible. Suddenly, I was hit with such a powerful orgasm that it drained my body of energy as the convulsions raced through me and my pussy pulsated uncontrollably.

As my body turned to jelly, I slid forward until I lay flat on the bed, spread-eagled and soaked as Erik continued to pound his cock into me. I ended up sliding up and down the bed, driven by Erik's violent strokes. There is no God as the friction of the sheet stimulated my nipples and, just as another orgasm hit me, Erik grabbed harder by my hips as he shot his load deep in my private parts. As the intensity of the orgasm rolled over me everything faded to black as I slumped down into the bed and oblivion.

Slowly, I started to recover my senses, as I realized that Erik was laying beside me totally relaxed with a huge smile on his face. He welcomed me back to consciousness with, "You are a damn good fuck Lene! You can certainly expect me to come again. I'm sure that I won't have to blackmail you any longer, but I'll keep the magazine and the pictures I took just to be sure. So, if you do ever become reluctant, I'll have the means to get you to do as you're told." Little did he know!

Once I felt that I had recovered enough to move, I staggered into the bathroom and took a quick shower together with Erik. I then removed the soiled sheets from the bed and put them into the washing machine with some towels to remove the evidence. The reek of sex on the sheets just about set me off on another bout of lust but luckily I abstained and had just started the washer when the first kid came home.

Erik and I sat and had a cup of coffee and talked. There was nothing strange in Erik's being there at that time of day as he visited us fairly often.

.

For the next 4 years, Erik continued to fuck me 2-3 times a month. I enjoyed his cock immensely and, together with the sex from the magazine lovers that my husband and I found, it satisfied my sexual desires and kept them under control.

My affair with Erik finally ended when he found out that I was fucked by an old black man. Racist that he was, he said that he absolutely refused to share my hole with such a guy. 

I told him that I was the one who decided who would stick their cock in me and if that was his choice, so be it. That was the end of our affair.

This brings us full circle and back to the beginning of this story. After Erik's untimely death, my husband, while cleaning out his personal effects, came across the magazine article and the pictures that Erik had taken of me as well as a letter he had written to the sex magazine. 

During the course of our affair, Erik had written a glowing commendation to the ad that we had posted in the magazine. What Erik had written was: 

LENE?? (Question marks were crossed out) YES!

HAVE FUCKED HER SEVERAL TIMES

VERY WET AND VERY WILLING

I could tell you more about my meetings with both Bent and Erik, but I'll stop here. Maybe I'll write later about some of the things that we did together behind Jørgen's back.

Somehow it's kind of funny, a lot of our friends have told both me and Jørgen (danishcuckold@yahoo.com) that he wasn't a real cuckold as he knew about my lovers and approved of them. Maybe that true about the men that I fucked that answered our ad.

But, my fucking his own father and brother behind his back surely made him a true and real cuckold. Don't you think?

Well you wanted to know the truth Jørgen! Now you know and I hope a lot of the readers will send you an email and tell you what a real cuck you are. 

Just as an incentive, I dare you to send the scanned page from the weekend sex ad to all those who writ and ask you for it.

By the way Bent and Erik is not the real names but Lene & Jørgen are our names!

Love to you all

Lene F

A big thank you to my dear friend Mikey who has helped me a lot with the English language, without his help it wouldn't be like it is.



Caught by the Past Ch. 03



Chapter 3 - Friends United

Previously - When you dressed as a sexy tart for James he showed two sides to his character. Bent over his knee, stuffed with a butt plug and forced to suck his cock. What more could he possibly do?... Read on

After sucking his cock you sit on the sofa supported by a fluffy white cushion, shoes kicked off, legs curled under your lap. Dressed like a sissy whore you relax as best as you can, your arse muscle stretched wide open by the butt plug. But you've become accustomed to all the strange feelings... You even begin to enjoy being James's girl. He gives you a set of long false nails and a bottle of scarlet polish. Sticking them in place is quite a challenge but you enjoy painting your new nails. Each stroke of the brush makes you feel even more like a girl and soon you're sporting a set of gleaming red talons Cruella De Vil would be proud of. You wave your hands to dry as James looks on approvingly. 

You're so engrossed in what you're doing you barely glance up when you hear voices and laughter outside. But then the front door bell rings - that got your attention. James doesn't move a muscle.

'Answer the door, Babe.' he says irritably. You want to refuse. Why should you? You're not his skivvy, it's his house but you feel compelled do to everything he asks. You're enjoying yourself and feel confident that you look beautiful and convincing. You believe you look so good whoever is at the door won't see through your disguise. 

'Hurry up!' he says.

Obediently you leap to your feet, ram your towering heels back on with painful haste, straighten your skirt and totter to the front door.

As you lift the latch the door burst open and three men spill in. The men straighten themselves up, nudging one another and grinning. By the look of then and the faint scent of beer they brought with them, they'd come straight from the pub. They're a motley crew, ugly, over weight, scruffy and stand out in stark contrast to James. Your fishnet-covered legs are brushed by the cold outside air and you cross them slightly in a coy fashion. You sway slightly in your fuck-me heels, wonder if they like this sort of thing and suddenly feel underdressed. You tug the hem of your leather skirt down and almost break a new nail. You feel threatened and reach for the phone on the wall. 'What do you want? Who are you? I'll call the police.' Two of the men collapse in giggles the third blinked in a confused fashion then grins and made an attempt at straightening his jacket.

'No, it's all right. You're safe. We're friends of James. I'm Guy and this is Steve and Ian.'

Light dawned. You relax. 'The stag party.' You say.

There heads nod vigorously. 'We told Jeremy we'd call in.' Said Guy. The other two snigger again. 

'You must be Sissy, James's new girlfriend. He said you'd be coming tonight.' 

You nod and feel you face flush crimson.

Their eyes burn into you mentally taking off your skirt and blouse as they stride in. 'Huh! Not bad, Sissy. Not bad.'

Once in the lounge James introduces them again, you smile at them individually and hang off James arm for emotional support. 

'This is Sissy.' he says, 'as you've guessed. She knows how to work a short dress and please any man.'

You blush again, fearful of what James is planning. 

'Curtsey for my friends, Honey, lets not be rude.' His friends all study you hungrily as you click your heels together and bend at the knee as much as the tight skirt allows. 

'Oh! and lads just look at her beautiful nails. She's spent hours doing them for us.' James laugh fills the room. Deep and grainy, it reverberates in your stomach and, just for a moment, calms you.

You waggle your fingers at your admiring audience and smile. 'All the better to scratch you with, my dears,' you joke.

Slap. James strikes you on the face. 'Cheeky bitch,' he cry's, 'Your hot little mouth is for sucking not for talking. Show my friends what you're good for.'

You look bemused.

'Show them your... G-string give us all a show.' 

Your cheek stings and you want to cry. You're shocked by his assertiveness, you want to collapse and your eyes begin to water. You're now even more nervous of the lecherous lads and terrified you won't please you turn and bend forward holding the window sill for support. 

'I don't normally do this,' you say looking behind, your curly hair obscuring your face.

'Shut it slut!' James shouts. 'Who said you can talk. Tart!'

You sniff back a tear and wave your arse at them sexily in a vain attempt to satisfy.

'B... B... but I don't,' you cry.

'What did I say slut,' he growls, 'you've asked for it. Don't move a muscle,' and he leaps off his chair slides your skirt over your hips and tugs the huge butt plug from your arse. A loud sloop echoes around the room shortly followed by gasps of awe from the lads as the full size of the butt plug is realised.

'See this guys only a sissy slut could swallow this big bung.' They all laugh heartedly. 'Help me lads, Sissy talks too much, she needs to learn some manners.' 

As if meticulously rehearsed they all huddle round you. You panic but before you can straighten James pushes a large phallic object into your mouth. It's long, wide and cold. You gag gasping for breath. But lips stretched wide, unable to utter a sound some stretchy straps are pulled over your head as if a horse with a bridle. A clasp clicks defiantly shut and your trapped wearing some modern day medieval headgear. 

'Now shut the fuck up you ungrateful winging slut.' Your lips stretched wide your tongues pushed flat into your pallet and the rubber cock almost touches the back of your throat.

'I think you need to learn who's wearing the trousers round here. Who's boss, who's in charge.' From a sideboard he pulls a large wooden paddle. 

Terror etches across your brow.

'Ian get the ice cubes. And Sissy drop them.' 

Reluctantly and with some trepidation you hook a long nail under the spaghetti side straps and wiggle your butt, easing your g-string down to your knees. The lads notice the dried seed stains and smirk amongst themselves. 

'Now slut bend over me.' 

Steve holds your feet and Steve holds your hands down. Then Ian reappeared carrying a large bowel of frozen cubes. 

'How many cubes will this cute arse swallow? I'm taking bets.' 

Immediately they start arguing amongst themselves. You hear them shout numbers randomly, '10, 15, 20'

The first cubes the worst. James inserts it slowly until its half way in then flicks it home with a plop. The cold ice cube sends wild internal sensations throughout your body. 'Mmm!' you murmur. Then one cube at a time he slips in another counting out loud as each one disappears inside you. 

'When I'm done I want you to thank me for the attention I'm giving your asshole, Honey.

After a while your arse feels like a stuffed freezer at Christmas with no room left for even a mince pie. 

'Bet that's cold.' he says

You nod unable to speak.

'Well after this paddle starts tanning your arse things will soon heat up and you wont be thinking about that asshole full of ice.

Your arse is held high in the air as you lay over his lap expectantly. He wields the wooden paddle menacingly. 'This will hurt, slut.' He chirps. You wait nervously, tensing every muscle until the first blow strikes you squarely on the rump. Slap! The lads all cheer and you feel the ice crunch and compact inside your arse. Slap! It does hurt but not very much. Everyone's pain threshold, and yours isn't terribly high, but each time the paddle smacks your lardy arse, it feels as if you're being stung by a petulant bee that changed is mind mid-sting and withdrew. Initially there is no ache of after-sting. It's bearable. Surprisingly he didn't hit hard, but after 20 slaps it did begin to sting. Your corrective punishment, if you can call it that lasts about ten minutes, but as he slaps you one last time your arse had begun to glow red and swell. 

'As the cubes melt you'll be a messy girl. A tiny g-string won't cope with your sanitary problem.' 

Released systematically you stagger to your feet. Bruised and tender you clench you're arse muscles tightly; its no good, a dribble of water escapes, spots your skirt and runs down your leg. Then to your amazement James hands you a large baby's nappy with elasticised legs and Velcro side fastenings. 

You look at him bemused.

'Don't look so fucking dim. Every girl has a child within waiting to grow up. Now unhook your stockings and put this on.' 

You do as he directs and when you look up, Steve's holding a beautiful white dress with gorgeous puffy sleeves, sequins and delicate white lace all over it. Ian holds a pair of frilly white over panties and matching rubber panties. Guy is holding a pair of white satin shoes and white tights. 

'My friends like Sissy girls and they've brought you all sorts of little sissy clothes. They want to dress you up and have you nurse their cocks as if they were bottles of milk.' He laughs

'Now hurry before the ice melts. I don't want my carpet ruined. Put these things on.' 

The guys watch, mesmerised as you perform a reluctant striptease. James puts on a CD and to the music you step out of the skirt, slip off the blouse, shoes and fishnets. The lads all grunt with approval. Then with just the nappy and bra on you step into the rubber panties and pull the party dress over your head. You sit on the edge of a chair carefully and slide the white tights up your legs. Guy holds out the over panties and he winks frighteningly at you as he slides them up your legs under your skirt. Soon you're transformed from a tarty slut into an angelic baby girl. Though the red nail varnish looks rather out of place.

'I look like a Snow Queen.' you say flicking your skirts from side to side.

'Fucking Snow Queen! That's rich and you've an arse full of ice.' Ian says while lighting a cigarette, 'Sissy thinks she's a snow queen, the slag, fucking fairy queen more like.' The others laugh as Ian roughly drops a sparkling tiara on your head and Steve gives you a toy fairy wand. Guy clips some lacewings on your back and they all chuckle at your humiliation. You are a fairy and to confirm the matter they make you perform a pirouette. They laugh like crazed hyenas but you can see from the huge bulge in their trousers that they're very turned on. Laughter abating they gather round you lifting the layers of your skirts examining your frilly panties. 

'Isn't she pretty,' chirps James, 'what a transformation.'

'Wave your wand, Sissy.' Guy asks.

Begrudgingly you waft it in the air and to your surprise it emits an electronic tinkle and the star on its tip flash brightly.

'I feel stupid,' you mumble through the cock gag whilst shaking your hips so that your layers of skirt flutter outwards with a loud rustle.

'Nonsense you look like an angelic little girl. A party girl. A fairy.'

Flash - you see yourself being dressed by your mother into a similar party dress while the girl you've befriended watches on in awe with her own mother.

'Stop dreaming little girl,' Guy teases. 'We're hungry.'

'That's right, honey, I know you've already had a snack but conjour us something up or if you can't muster any magic order us some takeaway while we watch the game. The takeaway menu on the kitchen table'. 

You want to refuse, to run, to hide yet strangely you don't. 

Thankfully the restaurant delivers. If you had to walk into the high street.... The thought wasn't one you want to dwell on. Your hands shake as you read their requirements and get some comfort from the kindly lady who takes your order. But reading the order with a mouth of rubber cock is incredibly difficult and you're asked to repeat many items and are still fearful of what you might get.

'Name,' she eventually asks.

'Sissy,' You say nervously. The lady chuckles and recites your order. 'It will be 30 Minutes, Sissy.' 

Back in the lounge the lads are glued to the telly watching the game. James beckons you closer.

You wait patently, sip diet coke on James's lap trying desperately to stop any water seeping from your arse by clenching the muscles in your arse. You must look like a schoolgirl waiting for a particularly fearful exam. Twenty minutes later the doorbell rings James brushes you off his lap as if dirt.

'Snap to it, Sissy. Your purse is by the door. The food won't walk in on its own.' 

His friends titter childlike.

You try in vain to move your mouth to protest. 

'Be a good girl, darling hurry.' James adds.

Your eyes light up, as he knew they would with any show of affection. 

You smile, obediently brush your dress down and check your hair in the mirror. You look good despite the huge cock gag strapped to your face - it must be a good omen. Riding on your confidence you rummage in the handbag and open the door. The deliveryman smirks on noticing your gag and fairy dress. He then can control himself no longer and laughs as you hand him the money and he gives you the food. 

'And don't forget to give the change to your Daddy,' he says sniggering. You're emotional. You're so humiliated you begin to cry.

Back in the lounge James has stopped the video and they all seat at the large dining room table. The dining room was ultramodern, with a large table made out of onyx and modern knives and forks and weird crystal glasses. It was all amazingly stylish, but you could hardly see for tears. You can't even say anything.

'Hurry up, Sissy we're starving.'

You hurriedly dish the food out onto five plates and serve it to the lads. As you lay your plate down James looks at you appalled.

'What do you think you're doing honey? Your meal is under the table and I do believe you've got four big helpings.' He chuckles to himself and distributes the contents of your plate amongst the others. 'If we leave anything you can have what's left- If you're still hungry.' More sniggers.

You nod.

'God! You can be unbelievably dumb. It's true that beauty and brains don't go. Come here you thick slut you can't eat with that on.' He points to your cock gag. 

You crouch down to let him slip the gag bridle from your head.

'Airhead,' he says as he pulls the plastic cock from your lips. You open your mouth to stretch.

'And put some more lipstick on. You look a fucking state.'

Back in the dining room your make-up reapplied beautifully the lads wait patiently. As you approach the table your arse muscles relax and you feel your nappy dampen. Ugh! You squeeze your cheeks tightly in an attempt to keep what's left inside but the horse has bolted and your stretched arse seems incapable of holding on.

'Now gentleman shall we eat? ' James waves a hand beckoning you to climb under the table. 'Who's first? Guy do you want the pleasure?'

'Yeah,' he replies hungrily.

.

There's surprisingly more room than you think as you squat in front of Guy's legs but you've underestimated your skirts as they billow around you. You bend and struggle terrified you might rip your pretty skirts. The strain on you arse is too much and it slowly seeps more water into your nappy. Ugh! You grimace but strangely as you become accustomed to the sensation you find it rather pleasant and wit

no one looking you release your bowls and you feel like a naughty little girl hiding under the table. You settle back no longer worrying about the nappy. You know what's now required. 

James knocks on the table. 'Hurry up Sissy from the look of Guy your foods getting cold. We don't want it to spoil do we?' 

With trembling fingers you unzip his fly. His cock strains for release like a caged tiger waiting to spring free. Your heart skids from side to side inside you. You take a breath so deep you hiccup.

For Gods sake hurry, slut, hurry, I'm busting.' Guy shouts his mouth obviously full of food.

Nervously you pull out his cock and study its enormous girth before taking him in your mouth. As you do he grows bigger and bigger. Guy must have said something as you hear everyone laughing and gossiping loudly. Cheers from the table above and groans of pleasure from Guy fill the room. Then he shoots his load but as you relax to release him he reaches under the table with both hands and grabs the back of your head keeping you pressed into his groin. You smell his strong musky smell and taste his salty cum. You hold his knees for support and then to your surprise he starts peeing. You struggle but he won't let you go and before you know what's going on, you gulp and gulp to swallow it all. What else could you do? You didn't want to be pissed on or be responsible for ruining James plush carpet and you didn't want to smell like a toilet.

Eventually having dumped his load and emptying his bladder he pushes you away having served your purpose. You swallow hard and lick your lips. There's a loud rap on the table above.

'Next,' you hear James cry. You know what he means and you shuffle to Ian. Again you unzip his trousers but this time as you take hold of his cock you notice a drop of juice on its head. Hungrily you lick it off before putting his cock in your mouth. As you press his cock to your lips you know things are different. 

You moan and purr as you take him deep in your mouth. You feel wonderful. You wiggle your tongue along his shaft and move your head back and forth along his shaft. For some variety you pop his cock out of your mouth and hold it tight against his stomach with your hand while you slid your tongue down his shaft to his balls, kissing and licking you're, fingers toying with the head of his cock. You stick your tongue out and lift his balls, bouncing them softly on your tongue, you suck each one in your mouth before letting your tongue slide up his shaft, licking one side then the other. You pop his cock back in your mouth. You start to suck him faster and faster. You hold onto his cock at the base, letting your fingers lightly jerk him as you suck his cock. Your eyes are still looking up at him, you can just make out his eyes were half shut. His breathing is faster. you feel him clutch your hair in his hand and clench it tight. His first shot hit the back of your throat. You cough a little as another shot with the same force, he pulls your head tight against his stomach, his cock buried deep you stretch your mouth as he unloads his cum in your mouth. You moan and gasp as he grounds his cock in your mouth. You swallow everything he gives you. You feel his grip on your head relax, you pull his cock out of your mouth, and lick the entire length, watching it respond to your wet tongue, He opens his eyes and smiles down at you. Then like the others begins to pee. You stuff his cock back in your mouth and swallow. As if its Christmas you gorge yourself on his piss. Mouthful after mouthful you gulp. Eventually the torrent subsides and he withdraws.

Another sharp rap on the table. 'Next,' cries James.

.

He straight away pushes all eight inches down your throat and spurts without warning.

'I've not cum in about three weeks.' he tells the friends justifying his premature ejaculation and too prove a point he continues to jet the biggest load of creamy thick cum you could ever imagine and soon he too was filling your mouth with hot pee. 

'Sissy, you'll -'

Spill it? Got it in one. His cock sprays pee into your mouth with such force you lose grip of him. His cock slips out. You grab it but knock it so that it sprays your face and chest instead. Two big patches stain your dress. You panic. His cock is squirming like a fireman's hose. You catch his cock with your mouth and continue to drink hoping the lads didn't notice. But despite your best effort but can't swallow quick enough and eventually your pretty dress is ruined. James must have smelt the pee and sensed your predicament.

'Oh, for fucks sake! Don't spill your dinner and don't get any on my friend's clothes or they won't be pleased.' 




Caught by the Past Ch. 03



Eventually you're tummy's bloated with cum and piss. You've satisfied all four guys but at some considerable cost. You're a complete mess. Your once gorgeous lipstick is smeared over your face. Your dramatic mascara run, your dress hardly recognisable and your nappy is soaked full. Your dress is ruined horribly stained with urine and you smell quite repulsive. You struggle to climb from under the table. Cum is dribbling from your mouth and is matted in your hair. The four lads are just finishing their meal. You turn to James. 

'Can I take a bath?' you plead.

'What's up slut don't you want our scraps? Or have you eaten enough?' The lads all grin and you notice their plates are clean.

James lifts your skirts while Ian peels back your rubber panties. James slips his hand into your wet nappy and fondles your bum.

'Sure, of course you can bath, you need it,' he says adopting his more pleasant manner. 'You know where it is and I've laid some clean clothes out on my bed. But hurry up and get your butt back down here or you'll miss the fun.'

You're delighted to get out of the wet nappy and dress, wash your teeth and soak yourself in a hot bath. When spotlessly clean and fresh you wrap a fluffy towel around your chest and skip into James bedroom for your clothes.

On the bed lays a sheer babydoll, another suspender belt, nylons, silk panties and a bra. There is no dress or skirt but you're grateful for something clean and dry to wear. You feel very indulgent as the silk caresses your smooth skin. You feel sensual, chic and dangerously luxurious. You brush your hair, step into some strappy stiletto sandals, reapply your make-up, clip on some long earrings and complete your outfit with a beautiful necklace. After a few minutes pleased with your ensemble you skip downstairs in the heels and cross the lounge in a Mae West slink. The lads are ecstatic. Their eyes stick out as if on stalks. You feel like sex on legs! You're delighted, your new outfit is a success and you flick the babydoll upwards so they could easily see your pretty matching panties. They make you twirl and mince in front of them as they relax with full stomachs and drained cocks in front of the TV.

Later as you fetch drinks from the kitchen James comes up silently behind you.

'Sissy,' he says very quietly, in that amazing cool, smooth voice. 'Thanks for coming and being such a good sport. You do understand, don't you, why I wanted you here tonight.'

You turn and look at him, feeling like fainting, and he smiles back at you with his dark eyes but you don't understand not really. 

And then the door flew open.

'Can I have a drink too? Karen asks wandering into the kitchen. She's wearing a tight pvc black catsuit and extremely high heeled boots. You can't believe it's her.

You look shamefaced. 'K... K... Karen,' you stutter. 'I didn't expect to see you tonight.'

She stares at you open mouthed her face turning scarlet with rage. 'No obviously.' but then she grins, '...but I planned to see you.' She exchanges a knowing glance at James and everything becomes clear.

'K... K... Karen, it's you. You're that girl. All those years ago at the holiday camp - at the fancy dress.'

She takes a drink from your outstretched arms and looks you up and down with a sparkle in her eyes. 'And you're the pretty girl who won first prize.' she titters.

'As a fairy,' you add.

'Precisely,' she laughs

James grows impatient. 'Lets get on. Forget the girl's reunion. And Wow! Karen You look foxy,' Karen smirks and in acknowledgement gives him, not you a cuddle. You're mortified, you're humiliated. You never intended Karen to see you in lingerie. You want to hide but she's other plans. She looks you straight in the eyes and then examines your pretty babydoll, stroking the fake fur trim and caressing your silk panties.

'Oh! Darling you look so pretty and I see you've been playing with my boyfriend James.' She walks around you, giggling, examining your bra, babydoll, stockings and heels. 'What would your mother think now?' She laughs again but this time she sounds cold and sinister. She pauses before pushing your bosoms together to see your ample cleavage.

'Hmm! Nice tits,' she says giving your padding a gentle squeeze before resuming her serious frown. 'From what I can remember Mummy dear didn't appreciate your delight when wearing my pretty dress, so I can imagine she'd be horrified to learn you wore a similar dress tonight. And now... Well that's a different story.' 

You blush and cover your crutch with one hand and your chest with the other in an act of retaining some modesty. 

'Her punishment rather backed fire didn't it?'

You open your mouth to protest but don't know what to say. Instead she flicks an old crumpled photograph in your direction. It lands near your feet and you stoop cautiously to pick it up. It's true the camera can't lie. The fairy dress your wearing in the photo is beautiful and identical to the one you wore earlier. In one tiny hand you hold the first price trophy and the wand in the other. You're wearing a sunny smile that threatens to split your face in two. Karen with the second prize stands to your left and a very young James, third prizewinner is on your right.

'Oh my God!' you gasp. 'It's you James.'

'I'd have won if it wasn't for you,' Karen sneers. She slaps your bottom hard and it stings uncomfortably. 'But I don't bare a grudge.' She slaps you again and your tanned backside begins to throb. 'So tell me... how did my leather skirt and fishnets look on you, huh?'

'They where yours?' you gasp.

'Mmm! Yes everything WAS mine.' She pulls the elastic waistband of your panties and lets it snap back on you buttocks. 'But it's yours now. You boys do make me laugh. It's typical that you get turned on by all this lacy lingerie. I personally find it so demeaning. You wouldn't find me dressing like a bimbo slut nowadays but I guess I can't talk for everyone and it's so nice to see you've found your place. I see you're not so straight and pure. We've found your little kink, I knew we would.'

She turns to James who grins broadly. 

'I assume he's past your slut test James?' She winks at you and twiddles her little finger in the air. 'Tight or loose,' she chirps between chuckles. 'Tight or loose.'

James joins in and slaps your arse too. 'Oh our little Sissy's past with flying colours, even my friends will agree she can be quite accommodating.' James raises an eyebrow and you feel dirty, tricked and sluttish.

Suddenly you feel underdressed. You want to put your trousers back... Or do you? You're ashamed to admit it but you've had a great time dressing as James pretty girl. You've enjoyed being told what to do, sucking cock and being admired by other men. 

'Well,' Karen says as if reading your mind, 'Welcome abroad to our merry band. We've all got a secret longing, a hidden kink and now you'll have so much fun partying. We can dress you up and you can join in with our games. There's so much of OUR life you haven't experienced.' The other lads all walk into the kitchen and stare at you approvingly.

'Your mother was right all those years ago. You're a complete sissy who enjoys being a girl. You've got a lot to thank James, he's awoken your longing and now you can enjoy life.

'But why you,' you cry.

Karen exchanges a nod to the lads who all grab an arm. 'That's easy,' she purrs, 'Is our whore suitably prepared?'

''Oh! Yes madam,' James says proudly, 'to your exact specifications.;

'Hmm!' She smiles reassuringly and you let them fling you over the kitchen table with eager anticipation. 'You've been in a playful mood. Now it's my turn for some fun,' she sneers. 'I've waited a long time to do this.' She stands behind you as you lay spread-eagled over the table. She flicks your soft babydoll over your back and whisks your skimpy panties down to your knees. You shiver with apprehension and unrestricted they slide down your smooth legs and cascade to the floor as Karen kicks your legs apart. All the redness had disappeared, and your arse looks spectacularly smooth, tight and youthful. Karen rubs a palm over your curvy, firm rounded flesh, pausing at your orifice pressing the opening as if testing the ripeness of fruit at the market.

'Nice,' She drools. 'Just right!'

'What are you doing?' you ask twisting your head to one side. You see little. Karen stands behind you menacingly and as you gaze open mouthed she unzips the front of her tight catsuit. She's not wearing a bra or knickers. You see her firm breasts and her proud nipples poking through the opening of her suit and your cock begins to tingle yet again. Hands on her hips she smiles wickedly. Guy passes her a long phallic instrument as if in a relay race. She thanks him and effortlessly inserts the double-headed dildo deep inside her.

'I assume James has prepared you nicely,' she says as she greases her huge dildo lovingly giving you plenty of time to dwell on the forthcoming ordeal. 'Now, Slut, I want to hear you thank us and be grateful for what you're about to receive.'

You giggle like a silly teenager and feel its wetness smear your arse cheeks. She prises open your buttocks. You gasp as she presses her cock against your sphincter. You can't resist pushing back against the hardness.

'Look lads! The whore wants me to fuck her arse!!'

She's right and this time you offer little resistance and open graciously. 

'Mmm!' she coos thrusting her hips forward gliding it in you with ease. There's no stopping her and you feel her push with one long thrust, moving her hips, pushing the cock deep into your belly. You struggle slightly, mainly for effect, but the lads hold you firm as Karen begins to pump you're rounded arse rhythmically.

'Thank you, Thank you,' you squeal knowing they're right your life will never be the same. Lead me to the party!

What party plans had Karen and James in mind? What do you wear? where did you go and does your mother ever find out your kinky secret?