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Part 1 - An Acquired Taste

 

"So, honey, what did ya get me for my birthday this year?" Smiling, my wife

sucked a drop of butter from her finger and told me "It'd better be good."

 

Uh-oh. I'd completely forgotten about it, and I think she knew it. Stalling, I

snatched a piece of toast from her plate and crammed it in my mouth, mumbling

incoherently around it.

 

"You forgot, didn't you." Crossing her arms over her breasts, she just sat there

and glared at me. I tell you - if looks could kill . . .

 

"As a matter of fact," I replied, "I didn't." Thinking quickly, I walked over

and began massaging her shoulders, my fingers just inches away from her

magnificent globes of flesh. "I just figured that, for once, I'd give you

something you really want."

 

"Really?" She still sounded suspicious, but as I felt the tension leave her

shoulders, I knew I had pulled it off. Looking up, she asked me "Well, what is

it . . ."

 

Giving her my biggest smile, I told her "Anything you want."

 

"Huh?"

 

"I mean it." Kneeling beside her, I took her hands in mine and kissed them

softly. She always liked that. "You tell me what you want, and it's yours. I put

away some extra money, arranged for Dave to cover for me at work, and cleared my

schedule for the weekend. I'm prepared for anything you come up with." I had to

admit, for a blatant lie, it sounded pretty damn convincing.

 

"Are you covering?" she asked me, clearly uncertain. "I mean, did you really

plan this?"

 

"You bet, babe. For once, I wanted you to have a present that really means

something to you."

 

"Hmm . . ." Biting her upper lip, Vicky slowly shook her head. "That's a tough

one." Then, smiling, she asked, "Do you really mean anything?"

 

"Yup." I had no idea what she was thinking, but it was too late to back out now.

"You always complain we never do anything exciting, so this is your chance."

 

"Ooohhh, that gives me so many ideas." Kissing the top of my head, she slipped

out of the chair and headed for the bedroom. Still smiling, she let her

black-lace nightie slide to the floor and told me "Give me till dinner. You'd

better believe I'm not gonna waste this."

 

As I watched her pretty little behind sashay its way down the hall, I wondered

what I had gotten myself into. When we'd first met, she'd been a pretty wild

gal. I'd loved it at the time, sure, but now it worried me. She'd proposed some

really kinky stuff in the past, and I'd tried a few things just to keep her

happy, but I don't think she'd ever really opened up. Now, seeing that familiar

smile on her face, I knew she was planning something really bizarre.

 

 

 

"You gotta go through with it, Mark." Tossing the rest of the toast in the

garbage, I dropped the plate in the sink and hoped she'd show some mercy. "After

all," I tried to reassure myself, "What's one night compared to the lifetime of

marriage we have ahead of us?"

 

"Mark!" Yelling at me from somewhere upstairs, Vicky called down, "Meet me in

the bathroom!"

 

The bathroom? I knew I had said 'anything', but what the hell could you do in

the bathroom? "Alright, alright, I'm coming!"

 

As I stepped into the bathroom, I couldn't believe my eyes. The woman standing

before me couldn't be the woman I had married. Not that I minded the look - not

at all - it's just that I'd never seen her like that before. "Wow," I told her,

whistling softly.

 

"Is that all you can say?" I suppose her pouting was supposed to make me feel

bad, but it looked too damn sexy to work.

 

"You've had a busy afternoon."

 

"Mmm. Do you like?"

 

"Oh yes, Mark like very much!" She had taken her straight, blonde hair and

transformed it into a full, wavy cascade of fire. Then, to match her knew

hair-colour, she had painted her nails a bright red, adding inch long extensions

to her fingers. And, as if that wasn't enough, she had really laid the make-up

on thick, giving her a slutty, almost whorish appearance that really turned me

on. It was like the old days all over again.

 

"Good. The only thing left to do is shave."

 

"And what? Do you want me to watch?"

 

"Nope. You're the one who's going to get shaved."

 

As soon as I saw her smirk, I knew what she meant. She'd hinted at it for a long

time, and I guess this was her chance to finally get her way. Oh well, if this

was the worst she had to offer, then I guess I could live with it.

 

"Here, sit on the toilet, while I get you all lathered up." Five minutes later

and a full year of work was down the drain - literally. I can't remember what it

was that had caused me to grow a mustache, but I had liked it. She hadn't.

"There, that looks so much better."

 

"You think so?" Seeing myself in the mirror, I just thought I looked strange -

naked almost.

 

"Sure do." Then, turning me around for a deep, passionate kiss, she added,

"Feels much better to."

 

When she finally let me come up for air, I laughed "So, that was your birthday

wish?"

 

For some reason, her answering laugh made the hairs stand up on the back of my

neck. "Not even close, buster. You promised me the weekend, and I plan to use it

all."

 

That wasn't quite what I had meant, but there was no backing out now. Deciding

to make the best of it, I smiled and asked her "Well then, what's next?"

 

"Hmm. Follow me."

 

Follow her I did, right into the bedroom. Once there, I marveled at what she had

done to the place. She'd draped heavy black curtains over all the windows,

placed scented candles all over the place, and set up the video-camera in the

far corner of the room. Not only that, but she had put some kind of shiny pink

covering on the bed. Feeling it, I asked, "Is that rubber?"

 

"Close enough. It's latex." As she hunted through her dresser, she added

"They're really fun when wet, and they're easy to clean up." Then, her hands

hidden behind her, she added "Trust me, we're gonna need 'em."

 

"Whatever." I tried to look nonchalant as I shrugged, but I was getting worried

again. What the hell had I gotten myself into?

 

"Lay down," she told me, "And spread your arms and legs."

 

I knew what was coming next. We'd played this game a few times before, and I'd

actually enjoyed some of it. "As least use the padded ones, please?"

 

"Nope. This is my show. Remember that." A minute-and-a-half later, and I was

handcuffed to the bed, my hands and feet secured to each the four bedposts. As

such, I was powerless to resist when she slipped the blindfold over my face.

 

"Hey, what are you doing?" This was new, and I wasn't sure I liked it. Not

knowing what she had planned for later was one thing, but not knowing what she

was doing now was quite another.

 

 

"Shh, it's supposed to heighten your other senses."

Strangely enough, she was right. Deprived of my sight, the first thing I noticed

was the scented candles. Next, was the sound of my restless body squeaking and

squelching against the latex sheets. Just as I was about to ask what was next, I

found out.

 

"Oh, that feels good, baby. Mmm, keep sucking, yeah." One thing I had always

loved about Vicky's wild years was that they had taught her to become a champion

cock-sucker. Many's the morning I've woken up to find her pretty lips wrapped

around my dick, just waiting for some breakfast cum. And tonight she was in rare

form.

 

She started slowly, just taking the head into her mouth, but quickly progressed

from there. Alternatively sucking on the down strokes and blowing in the up

ones, she took a little bit more into her mouth each time, eventually ending up

with her lips pressed up against my balls. "Ohhh, fuck yeah." Groaning, my only

regret was that I couldn't see the bulge my cock made in her throat. That always

turned me on.

 

"You like that, eh?" she teased, releasing me from her mouth. "Would Mark like

some more?"

 

That was a stupid question. "You know I do, you slut."

 

"Mmm, too bad this is my weekend, not yours." For a moment, I was afraid that

meant the blowjob was over, but she added "Then again, I think I would like some

more."

 

This time, she took a deep breath and forced herself to swallow it all on the

first try, kissing my balls again. "Oh, christ!" If she had even moved, I would

have cum right then and there. Fortunately, she sensed the same thing and just

held me in her mouth until the moment passed. Then she did something she had

never done before. Using a trick she had never shown me before, she relaxed her

throat even further and continued to take me deeper and deeper. It must have

been a real stretch for her, but a minute later she had my cock down her throat

and my balls in her mouth!

 

"Holy shit!" I could feel every drop of blood in my body rushing to my cock and

I knew I would cum any minute now. She had her lips lock around the base of my

sac, was tonguing my balls and sucking my cock at the same time! "That's it!" I

growled, "Here it comes!"

 

 

 

 

The first spurt must have gone straight into her stomach, but she quickly pulled

back and let me fill her mouth with my explosion of cum. As I felt spurt after

spurt after spurt of the creamy white stuff shoot out and fill her mouth to

overflowing, I thought I was gonna black-out. I had never cum so hard and so

long in my life! Whatever else she had prepared for me that weekend, I suddenly

wasn't so worried.

 

I was still cumming when she pulled her mouth off my cock, but I couldn't blame

her. Wishing I could rip the blindfold off my face, I could only imagine what

she must look like - her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk thanks to the cum

inside, with little streams of it running down either side of her mouth. Smiling

at the image, I felt balls finally empty themselves as a final spurt of cum shot

out to cover my stomach.

 

"That was incredible," I panted, still unable to believe how hard I'd cum. "If

that's the kind of stuff you wanna do for your birthday, I think we should have

one every day."

 

"Nice try, but women stop having birthdays at twenty-nine, didn't you know

that?"

 

"Oh well, it'll get us through the weekend at least," I joked.

 

"Mmmm, that was nice." Smacking her lips together, she climbed off the bed and

walked across the room, presumably back to her magic dresser.

 

"Hey, where'd ya go?"

 

"Don't worry," she whispered in my ear a moment later, "I'm not going anywhere.

Yet." Not giving me time to ask what she meant, Vicky moved down the bed and

began rubbing something against my cum-covered stomach.

 

"Hey!" I yelped, "That's cold!"

 

"Hmmm, not for long." She must have stayed down there for a good two or three

minutes, but I had no idea what she was doing. Finally, she stopped and the room

went silent. As I waited for her to say or do something, I felt my worries

coming back. This was torture!

"Ah, honey?" I asked. "What are you do - urk." I gagged on the last word as she

shoved something in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but she was really

pushing. "Mmmph! Hmmmph!"

 

Finally, she let go, but I still couldn't push the object out of my mouth. Then,

as the initial panic faded away, I realized what it was.

 

"Ohhh, you look so pretty," she teased. Ripping the blindfold from my face, she

asked "Don't you just love it!"

 

The mirror she was holding showed me exactly what she had done - not that I

needed it. She had fitted her favourite penis-gag over my face, but only after

coating it with my cum. I wanted nothing more than to spit it out, run to the

bathroom and wash my mouth out, but I couldn't. It was as secure as my

handcuffs, and she knew it.

 

"Now, Mark, I'm gonna go out for a few hours, but I'll be back to play some more

later." Slipping a tape in the VCR, she hit 'play' and smiled. "I think you'll

like this one," she told me, "I do."

 

As I tried desperately to keep my tongue away from the cum-covered plastic dick

she had shoved in my mouth, I saw an image appear on the screen of a woman

giving a blowjob. How fitting.

 

"I threw five of my favourites on this tape - that's almost eight hours - so I

don't think you'll get bored." As she finished putting on her jewelry, she

gasped and said "Ooops! I almost forgot." Grabbing the remote from the floor,

she cranked the volume up to thirty - a setting we usually only used for music

videos. Then, coming back to the bed, she leaned down and told me "These tapes

have the greatest audio, you really gotta love it. Every scream, every cry,

every grunt and every groan. Not only that, but the women really love to talk

dirty about what they're doing."

 

Now I was really worried. Looking up at her with my pleading eyes, I hoped she'd

at least remove the gag. Far from it, she squeezed my cheeks and laughed "Smile,

honey - you're on candid camera!"

 

It was only then that I remembered the video camera. Gulping in surprise, I

couldn't help but taste the flood of saliva and cum that ran down my throat,

aided by her squeezing my cheeks. Grimacing at the taste, I again wondered what

she had gotten myself into.

 

Grabbing a handful of clothes, Vicky gave me a quick kiss on the nose and was

gone, closing the bedroom door on her way out. Alone, I decided to make the best

of things and enjoy the video, even if I couldn't masturbate to it. That was

when the scene suddenly changed, showing the guy from the first scene on his

knees, while the blowjob-girl held his head against her tits. At first I

couldn't understand why he looked so disgusted, but then the camera panned out

to show him being face-fucked by another guy!

 

 

 

 

Still tasting the cum in my mouth, I grimaced in disgust and closed my eyes.

Unfortunately, I could still hear the woman screaming "-it! Oh yeah, you look so

pretty with a big, fat cock in your mouth. I want you to suck that meat, baby,

lap at it with your tongue and help our friend fill your sissy-face with cum!

Mmm, don't fight it baby, just-"

 

 

 

I tried not to watch. I tried not to listen. It was no use. The audio was just

as good as Vicky said, and my imagination was only too happy to provide the

pictures - but with me in the place of the cocksucker on screen. Choosing the

video over that, I tried to ignore the fact that I was getting hard again.

 

It was gonna be a long night.

 

"Hi, baby!"

 

"Ummmm. Mmmnnnngghhh. Urrrgghhh."

 

"Sorry, darling, but I can't understand a fucking word you say." Sitting down on

the edge of the bed she smiled and told me "You really shouldn't talk with your

mouth full."

 

"Uuuaaaggghhh!" It was no use. Until she removed the gag, there would be no way

to make her understand me. What's more, every time I tried to say something, my

tongue kept coming up against the pink-prick she'd shoved in there, reminding me

what that odd taste was.

 

"Mmm. I see you're enjoying the show." As her nail traced a line up and down my

erect cock, I felt like I would die of embarrassment. For the last four hours I

had been forced to watch guy after guy being orally and anally raped while

girlfriends/wives/etc. looked on in delight, vocally urging them on. I could

only hope that the video wasn't a preview of what she had planned for me.

"Would you like to cum? Huh? Would you?"

 

"Mmmnnngghhh." Grunting my agreement, I nodded vigorously.

 

"Would you like me to help?" Taking my continued nodding as a sign of my

agreement, she wrapped her hand around my cock and began jerking it up and down.

I would have preferred her lips, or her pussy, but would gladly take what was

offered.

 

It wasn't long before I was ready to cum, thanks to four hours of intense

stimulation without release. My cock was harder and longer than I had ever seen

it before and my balls looked like a pair of softballs. The pressure was so

incredible, it was painful.

 

"Come on, Markie, cum for me." Adding a gentle twist to her masturbating hand,

Vicky began pumping faster and faster. For a brief moment I was able to forget

the movie playing behind her and focussed only on the two of us. As bizarre as

the situation was, I needed to cum and was determined to enjoy it.

 

"Unnnggghhh!" Bucking my hips off the bed - as far as the handcuffs would allow

- I watched as my cock literally exploded, showering the two of us with cum. It

looked like a fucking firehose as it sprayed us with thick wads of gooey semen,

spurting so fast you'd almost swear it was a steady stream.

 

 

"Ooohhh, yesss!" Still jerking my cock, Vicky aimed it at me, allowing a few

spurts to land on my face before dying away to splatter against my chest and

stomach. To my surprise it wasn't an unpleasant feeling, and it made me grateful

for the gag. At least I wouldn't have to taste any more of it.

 

"That was wonderful, dear. We'll have to watch TV together a lot more from now

on." Standing, she walked over to her dresser and began rummaging through the

bottom drawer. Suddenly, my stomach began to knot as I feared what she was

looking for. When she returned to the bed, a triumphant smile on her face, I

knew she had.

 

Doing my best to twist and turn away from her attentions, I watched helplessly

as she scooped the cum from my body and into a small pink funnel. She had one

finger over the bottom - to keep it from leaking - and I could see that it was

filling up rather quickly. Finally, she'd gathered all she could and she slowly

crawled up the bed toward me.

 

"Ooops! I almost spilled some," she giggled, almost sliding off the bed, thanks

to the sweat-slickened latex sheets. "I told you these were fun!" Then, kneeling

beside my head, she reached down to scoop the cum from my face - or so I thought

at the time. Instead, she simply began spreading it around.

 

Disgusted, I turned my face away and was rewarded with an eyeful of her cummy

fingers. Surprisingly, it really stung, bringing tears to my eyes. "I'm sorry,"

she cooed, "But you made me slip." Waiting for me to look at her, she warned,

"You have two eyes . . ." and left it at that. Swallowing my pride, I remained

motionless as she finished my sperm-facial.

 

"Oh, you look so pretty," she howled, bouncing up and down on the bed. "You

know, some of the whores downtown just swear by this stuff. Call it nature's

most perfect beauty aid." Stopping for a moment in order to enjoy her work, she

nodded thoughtfully and told me "Looking at you now, I'd have to say they were

right!"

 

Grimacing in disgust, I hoped that somehow, I would be spared the further

humiliation of seeing this on tape. Maybe she left the lens cap on. Maybe the

tape would run out. Maybe the power would go out. Anything, to salvage what

little dignity I had left. Next thing I knew, she was running a cum-covered

finger over my gag as she leaned down and whispered "If you like that, you're

gonna love this!"

 

With that, she pried open the plug on the gag and popped the funnel in the hole.

Jiggling it back and forth, she smiled at me and said "We're gonna fill it up

good! Bet ya never thought of using it like this, hmm?"

 

She was right. We'd filled the dildo portion of the gag with things like beer

and wine in the past, for her to suck on as we fucked. I had never imagined

anything like this. Oh well, at least I knew she couldn't force me to suck it.

Of course, that made me wonder what she did have in mind.

 

"Ooohh! We filled it right to the top," she laughed, withdrawing the funnel to

allow a small stream of semen to run down my cheek. Then, bracing my head

between her knees - so I wouldn't turn and spill the cum - she asked "Are you

ready for me to fill your sissy-mouth with cum? Huh? Just like they do on TV?"

 

Unable to shake my head 'no', I had to rely on me eyes to show her how much I

didn't want to do this. Either she didn't notice or she didn't care. Reaching

into her pocket, she pulled out something that looked like a small rubber ball

with a nozzle on it. The fact that it was pink assured me that it was meant for

the gag.

 

"This little doo-hicky cost me an extra twenty bucks," she complained, "But was

worth every penny." Screwing it onto the cum-filled hole, she grinned and told

me "Open wide, my darling cumslut - here it cums!"

 

Every time she squeezed that ball, the rubber penis shot a load of my own cum

into my mouth. Again and again she squeezed and again and again I felt my mouth

being filled with cum. I had no choice but to swallow or choke to death on the

stuff, so I began swallowing each spurt, hoping it would keep me from tasting it

too much. In the end, it made no difference - I'd be tasting my own cum well

after she removed the gag.

 

"Well, now that you've been milked and fed, I'm gonna go downstairs and play

with my new friends." Removing the pump, she sealed the dildo shut and climbed

off the bed. Smiling at the look of confusion on my face, she began peeling off

her clothes, exposing the new tattoo on her ass. It was a picture of a man, on

all fours, wearing only a collar and leash, being mouth-fucked by a woman

wearing a strap-on dildo and thigh-high stiletto-heeled bitch boots.

 

"Mmm. Do you like it?" she asked, now fully naked. "It's a birthday present from

my new friends." Giving her ass an exaggerated wiggle as she left the room, she

told me "If you're lucky, maybe I'll bring some of them upstairs to play with

you. Would you like that?"

 

I started to shake my head 'no', but she slammed the door shut as soon as she

finished the question. Painfully aware of the sounds and picture coming from the

TV, the taste of cum in my mouth, and the memory of that tatoo, I wondered again

what the hell had I gotten myself into.

 

For the next two hours I just laid there, trying to ignore the video but

becoming increasingly aroused despite the situation I found myself in. For the

most part, I might have been able to withstand the constant audio and visual

stimulation, but there was one scene in particular that I couldn't forget. It

was at the beginning of the fourth movie - approximately five hours into the

tape - and it made the rest of the tape seem like softcore, late-night TV porn

by comparison.

 

 

It began with a guy laying in a hospital bed, being attended to by a huge titted

nurse. Wearing an outfit two sizes two small, she was deep-throating him while

he fondled her tits. I don't know if it was the outfit or a sign of her arousal,

but her nipples looked like they were going to rip through the material at any

moment.

 

Just when it looked like he was on the verge of coming, the nurse pulled away

and clamped her fingers around the base of his cock, keeping them there until

the moment passed. Sympathetic to his predicament - after all, I couldn't cum

either - I watched in awe as the nurse removed her top, revealing a pair of

whoppers that were even bigger than I had dared imagine.

 

"Shit! Your bra is fuckin' soaked," the guy growled. "You must be one hot bitch

to sweat that much!"

 

The nurse just laughed - the same kind of laugh Vicky had been using with me all

night. I was immediately suspicious. A moment later I saw just how right I was

when she ripped off her bra and began squeezing her tits, showering her patient

with jets of warm milk. Until that moment, I had never taken much interest in

lactation fetishes, but I quickly became a convert.

 

About ten minutes later - by which time the guy's chest and face were literally

saturated with titmilk - another nurse came in, locking the door. Except for her

blonde hair, she could have been an identical twin to the redhead currently

feeding the patient.

 

"Hey, it's supposed to be my turn to feed him," she complained, already whipping

off her top and bra.

 

"Mmm. Go right ahead," the other nurse sighed, "I don't think there's any danger

in our patient getting full."

 

The guy in the bed just moaned a quiet agreement, too involved in suckling at

the redhead's tit to say anything more. Shrugging, the blonde came over to the

bed and began adding her own milk to the mess.

 

 

 

Every once in a while, the two nurses would lift a tit and shoot the other with

a stream of warm titmilk, nearly driving me over the edge. If this kept up for

much longer, I honestly believed I might be able to come without any physical

stimulation at all.

 

"Well," moaned the newcomer a few minutes later, "He's been fed and bathed, but

I can't help but think we're forgetting something."

 

The redhead smiled and responded "Dessert."

 

Then, before the guy in the video knew what was happening, the two nurses pulled

him down to the middle of the bed and began attaching him to the various

traction pulleys and straps hanging from the ceiling. He seemed nervous, but was

evidently willing to go along with whatever they had in mind. I, on the other

hand, wanted nothing more than to tell him to run. I had no more idea what was

to come than he did but, knowing what had been on the rest of the tape, knew it

would be nothing good.

 

I was right.

 

In a matter of moments, the two big-breasted nurses had the guy fully

restrained, leaving him at their mercy. While the blonde went to get something

from the bathroom, the redhead quickly used the traction equipment to put the

patient in a frighteningly uncomfortable position. He was still lying on his

back, but less than half of him was on contact with the bed. His body was bent

almost double, with his knees resting on the pillow above his head, and his cock

just a few inches from his mouth.

 

"Is he ready?" asked the blonde, returning from the bathroom.

 

"Yup. Go to it, you filthy-minded little bitch."

 

Smiling, the blonde proceeded to give the poor guy an enema while the redhead

forced him to suck his own cock. Giving the traction restraints a little help,

she climbed on the bed, grabbed his thighs, and forced his cock to penetrate

deeper and deeper. It was at that point that I turned away in disgust, but the

two nurses happily provided a play-by-play of each other actions, keeping me

fully informed. And, when I heard the explosive groan and resulting choking

sounds, I knew that the guy had been forced to cum down his own throat.

 

Unfortunately, while I was disgusted by the end of the scene, the first

twenty-minutes of lactating love had been enough to ensure that my erection

remained solid.

 

"Hi, honey!" Startled by the voice, I looked up to find eight naked guys

carrying my wife through the door, while a ninth held it open. "Sorry to leave

you out of our fun for so long, but we kind of got carried away." If she was

aware of the pun, she gave no sign.

 

Oh fuck, what the hell did she have in mind now? Judging by the sweat on their

bodies, my wife's dishevelled hair, and the guy's limp cocks, I could only hope

they were too spent to do anything to me. As I was to find out, that was

entirely the idea.

 

"We've got a really special treat for you," Vicky cooed from her perch. She was

resting comfortably in the grasp of eight muscular men, with one for each foot,

knee, butt-cheek, and armpit. "You know," she told me, "They say you can't have

your cake and eat it too but, since it's my birthday, I'm changing the rules."

 

As she nodded, the ninth guy came over the bed and removed my penis-gag.

Relieved, I tried to ask her what the fuck she thought she was doing, but he

clamped a hand over my mouth at the first sound. Nodding, the guy moved as close

to the wall as he could and waited for his friends to bring my wife over.

 

"As you've probably guessed," she told me, "These fine young men have all had my

cake - or pie, I guess - but I've saved the eating part just for you." At that,

the guy nearest the bed took his hand from my mouth and placed some kind of

clamp on my nose.

 

"Ow! That fucking hurts!" I cursed, feeling the pressure on my nose. "What the

hell do you think -" Suddenly, I was unable to continue the sentence as the

eight guys carefully dropped my wife on my face, making sure her gaping, raw

pussy was directly over my mouth. That wouldn't have been so bad - actually, it

could have been a lot of fun - but even before her lips touched mine, I felt a

colossal load of hot, gooey semen fall into my mouth. Surprise, I swallowed it,

only to be rewarded with what seemed an inexhaustible supply from her pussy.

 

"Ohhh, yesss." Humping my face, Vicky grasped the headboard and ground herself

against me. As she did, one of the guys - the one who held the door and gave me

my noseplug - bent over and told me what had gone on downstairs.

 

"You should have seen it, man. Your slut wife walked right into the bar, flashed

her tits and asked who wanted more. Then she flashed her pussy and invited

everyone to come fuck her brains out."

 

"Yeah," added one of the other guys, bending over to whisper in my other ear,

"We all fucked her at least twice, and some of us three times. And, during it

all, she kept her pussy propped up on a pile of pillows, telling us to make sure

we filled 'er up good."

Disgusted, I was trying my best to hold my breath but was quickly reaching my

limit. When a third guy came over to replace the first, I knew I was a goner.

 

"When we was done," he rasped, "Your bitch had us all jerk off all over her

cunt. Said she wanted it covered inside and out." Ramming a fist down on my

stomach, he forced me to take another breath, and receive another load of semen

in the process. "That's almost thirty loads of cum, man."

 

"Oh, fuck yes!" Vicky screamed her ecstasy to the whole neighbourhood. "I let a

bunch of strangers fuck me silly, Mark, and I saved all their ooeey, gooeey, hot

and tasty cum for you!" Frantically humping my face while the guys took turns

punching my stomach, forcing me to take all she had to offer, she cried "Oh

fuck, oh shit, oh yes! That's how I like it, hon. Suck my pussy! Eat their cum!

Drain me like I drained them!"

 

For a minute, I couldn't figure out what the hell she was talking about. She

made it sound like I was an active participant in this bizarre orgy, instead of

a reluctant, force-fed cuckold.

 

"Oh, man! He's really lapping it up!" cried on of the guys.

 

"Shit! He's sucking our cum from her like a baby at a mother's tit."

 

"Yeah, and look at the fucking hardon he's got!"

 

Yet another guy laughed. "Of course he does! When he's done cleaning up our

generous helpings of semen-surprise, he's gonna want dessert!"

 

What the hell were they talking about? Could they really believe I was a willing

participant in this debauchery? I wanted nothing more than to escape, puke my

guts out, take a long shower, and get as far away from this madwoman I called my

wife as possible. Instead, I was still guzzling the unending streams of cum

dripping from her pussy, forced to swallow them if I was to breathe. What's

more, she hadn't left me much room to breathe, and everytime I inhaled, I helped

suck out a little more cum.

 

"Might as well just relax and enjoy yourself," one the guys whispered in my ear.

"After all, we got all this on video and it'll certainly give the impression

you're enjoying yourself." He was right! Terror slowly replacing my disgust, I

listened while he idly speculated as to what my boss, co-workers, friends, and

family might think of my performance.

 

"Thank you, honey," Vicky panted from above, "This was the greatest birthday

present I could have ever hoped for." Giggling as she rode my face, she gasped

"I can't wait to see what you have planned for next weekend."

 

Fully aware that she had me trapped, I wondered the same thing.

 

 

 

 

 

Part 2 - Something New on the Menu

 

"Oh yes, oh fuck, oh shit, that feels soooo gooood!" Thrashing about wildly,

Vicky squealed in delight. For the past three hours I had watched, helpless and

bound, as she was fucked by stranger after stranger after stranger. Duct-taped

to one of our kitchen chairs, I was an unwilling spectator to a live gangbang,

starring my wife. I don't know how many of them there were, but when I lost

count about an hour ago, she was up to seventeen.

 

"Aw, what's the matter honey?" Turning her head to look my way, she asked "Do

you feel left out? Poor baby." Smiling, she assured me "You'll get yours soon

enough, I promise."

 

That's what I was afraid of. Just a week ago - had it really been that long? -

she had allowed another group of strangers to use her like some cheap whore. And

then, when they had finished dumping their loads in her twat, they had dropped

her on my face and forced me to clean their cum from her hole. And as if that

wasn't bad enough, she had videotaped the whole thing while she and the guys

shouted their encouragement, giving the illusion that I was enjoying myself!

 

"More! More!" Covered in a thick sheen of sweat - not all of it hers - Vicky

raised herself up on her elbows and begged for more. "Please, I need you to fill

me again!" Gasping and panting from exhaustion, she offered "If you want a

change, take my ass. Anything. Just take those fucking tools and impale me!"

 

"Ah, what about the rubbers?"

 

"Yeah," asked another guy, "You said we weren't supposed to take 'em off."

 

Beginning to figure out how this night was going to end, I watched my wife smile

and tell the guys "Go ahead and slip into some new ones. Just don't spill that

beautiful sperm!"

 

For the next hour and a half, Vicky laid on her side as alternating pairs fucked

her pussy and ass simultaneously. Clearly enjoying it, her screams and shouts

soon dwindled to wordless moans and groans. Eyes clenched tightly shut, fingers

brutally pinching and pulling at her swollen nipples, she gave a performance

that would put the horniest porn star to shame.

 

As much as it pained me to see her being used by the strange men, I half-hoped

it would go on forever. I hated what I had become - what she had made me become

- but I couldn't face what she had in mind for the end of her little orgy. And

enduring the mocking looks on the faces of her abusers, not to mention their

smirks and laughs as they pointed to my painfully erect cock, made it that much

worse.

 

Finally, it was over.

 

 

 

"O . . . Okay." Hardly able to breathe, Vicky gasped "Enough, please." Sitting

up on the end of the coffee table, she tried to stand but was shaking too badly.

"Oh, fuck." Sitting back down, she told one of the guys "You'll have to drag him

over here."

 

Terrified, I could only shake my head and scream silently into my gag as a

seven-foot black giant lifted me in the air - chair and all - and brought me

over to Vicky's side. Dropping the chair at the feet, he stepped back and let

her topple me the ground.

 

"Ooops. Sorry, Mark, dear." Dragging the fallen chair back until my aching head

was as her feet, Vicky laughed "Oooh, you really want it, don't you?" Placing

her foot beneath my head, she made it look as if I were nodding in agreement.

Looking right into the camera, she asked "Can you believe what a fucking little

cumslut he is? He just can't get enough!"

 

Already knowing what was coming next, I tried to escape but it was no use. I

could barely even get the chair to wobble, much less tip over on its side so I

could crawl away. No, I was stuck on my back with my legs suspended above me,

completely at the mercy of my twisted wife.

 

"Hey," called out one of the guys, "Look how excited he is."

 

On cue, another laughed "Sure is. Hell, I don't think my old lady's ever wanted

it that bad."

 

"Do you think it's true?" asked the black giant. "Do you really think he can

tell whose cum is whose?"

 

"You never know." Laughing, yet another of the guys told the camera "Experience

is a great teacher!"

 

Half of me wanted to break down in tears of shame and the other half of me

wanted to jump up and rip the dicks from Vicky's accomplices. Every word was

another nail in my coffin, certain to damn me should anyone ever see these

tapes. Knowing there was little I could do, I had no choice but to play along

and hope I could find her stash of tapes and destroy them before another weekend

passed.

 

"Watch your tongue for a second, hon." Pulling a small knife out from under the

coffee table, she cut a tiny hole in my gag. "I know you'd rather have the

duct-tape off so you can really lick and suck your treat, but this will make a

much better seal." Smiling, she then produced a funnel and poked the spout into

the hole. "There. Now we won't spill a drop of these generous donations of

manseed."

 

As I laid there, helpless and disgusted, each of the guys came over and emptied

their cum-filled condoms into the funnel.

 

Before long, the hot, slimy, white goo

was dripping down into my mouth and collecting on my tongue. For the longest

time I refused to swallow, but soon the taste became too much and I had to. Of

course, that just gave the guys an excuse to fill me up again.

 

"Six. Wow!" Smiling, Vicky dropped down onto my chest and began licking the

remains from the funnel. "Six mouthfuls, honey," she gushed "Isn't that

fantastic!" Looking into my shame-filled eyes, she laughed "Greedy little slut.

He wants more!"

 

Sharing her laughter, the guys remarked that there was always next weekend.

 

"Fuck me, Mark. Fuck me like the dirty whore that I am."

With the videotape of my first humiliating cumslut experience playing behind us,

I climbed on top of her and began slamming into her swollen pussy. Not caring if

I was hurting her or not, I tried to forget the past two weekends and just enjoy

a night of normal, healthy fucking. Wishing it could be like the old days again,

I placed my hands on either side of her and began nibbling on her gorgeous tits

while she squirmed beneath me.

 

"Yes, do it, do me now! Harder, you bastard, harder!" Digging her nails into my

back, Vicky began bucking her hips up and down to meet my plunging cock. At the

same time, she was pinching and twisting my nipples, urging me to follow her

example and do the same to her.

 

"You want it, huh? Do you, you bitch?" Angered by her constant smile and moans

of pleasure, I squeezed her tits harder, hoping for a reaction. "Let's see how

you like being the helpless one for a change!"

Digging her nails into my ass, she began pulling me in harder with each

downstroke. "Come on, Mark, fuck me!" By this time we were going at it so hard,

the sounds of our slapping flesh was drowning out the TV. Shaking the

sweat-soaked hair from her eyes, she complained "I don't know why you even

bother. There's no way your pathetic little cock can compare with the stallions

I've been breeding."

"Shut up, bitch." All thoughts of a normal, romantic night of sex were dead.

Instead, our passion had turned into a battle for supremacy, which I had to win.

"I'm gonna fuck you, and I'm gonna treat you like the whore you want to be!"

Feeling that I was nearing the end, I told her "I'm gonna fill you with cum, and

you're gonna have to live with it cause there ain't nobody here to clean you out

tonight!"

 

"Mmm, I love it." Panting, she pulled her nails from my ass and begged "Cum on

my face! Please, you bastard, cream me real good!"

 

 

"Arrrrggghhhh!" Not needing any more encouragement, I pulled out of her pussy

and bathed her face with my cum. Furiously jerking my hand up and down the

shaft, I kept my aim steady, giving my wife a creamy white mask of sperm.

 

"Oh, yes, yes!" Licking her lips, she smiled "I love it! Give me more, you

fucker, more!"

 

Spent and exhausted, I collapsed on top of her, certain I had won. Looking down

at her nearly-unrecognizable sperm-covered face, I laughed, "I like the new

look. Suits you well." Watching her blow bubbles of cum between her lips, I

added "Kind of says slut-cunt-whore, but in a proud sort of way."

 

Suddenly, Vicky rolled into me, bracing her foot against the wall. Reversing our

positions, she grinned and kissed me. Wet, sloppy, and full of cum, she sealed

her lips to mine and spoon-fed me my own cum with her tongue. At the same time,

she grasped my head and rubbed our faces together, forcing me to share her mask

of sperm. "Hah, now who's sporting a new look, huh?" Smiling, she turned off the

TV and whispered "Good night, my little sissy fag-whore."

 

 

 

Waiting until I was sure she was asleep, I began removing myself from her

embrace, desperate to run to the bathroom and wash my face. Somehow, she knew

it. Grabbing me by the balls, she pulled my back into bed and laughed "Get back

here, you naughty little slut." Before I could blink, she had me handcuffed to

the bed. Then, holding me tight, she laid her sticky, cum-coated cheek next to

mine and sighed "Now, go back to sleep and dream sweet dreams of well-hung men

and their cream-filled cocks."

 

Defeated once again, there was little else I could do.

 

 

 

 

______________________________________________________________________

 

"No! No! Oh, fuck, don't stop!"

 

Feeling a lump in my throat, I quietly laid my briefcase down on the kitchen

table and kicked off my shoes. My first instinct was to run and avoid another

night of cum-sharing, but I had to see. Tiptoeing to the livingroom, I peeked

around the corner and dropped my jaw in surprise. There, on the livingroom rug,

was my wife and another woman. Their heads buried in each other's pussy, they

were both squealing in ecstasy. Having always fantasized about seeing Vicky with

another woman, I decided to watch.

 

 

 

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming! Yes, yes, yes!" Locking her legs around the unknown

blonde head of hair between her legs, Vicky clenched her teeth as her entire

body went rigid with the force of the orgasm. Then, after what seemed an

eternity, she went limp and smiled "You can come in now, darling."

 

Startled, I ducked back around the door, waiting for someone else to enter the

room. "Mark, I said to come in. Now!"

 

Shit. How long had she known I was there? Stepping into the livingroom, the

first thing I saw was myself on TV, with the funnel in my mouth. Groaning in

dismay, I collapsed into the nearest chair.

 

"Hmm, you know," the blonde mused, "He does look better with cum all over him."

Looking over her shoulder at Vicky, she winked and they both began giggling

uncontrollably.

 

"Donna here works at the video store around the corner." Moving from the floor

to the couch, she told me "She thinks we could make a killing in amateur porn."

 

"What!" Nearly leaping out of my chair, I accused her, "You never said anything

about showing those tapes to anyone. Blackmail is one thing, but this is too

much."

 

"Just hold on a sec, honey," my wife urged. "It's not so bad. We've come up with

an idea."

 

"Yup." Obviously delighted with her part in this perverse soap opera, Donna

explained "If you agree to be a willing participant in Vicky's perverse

fantasies, you'll only have to do it once a week, and she won't videotape you."

 

"But," my wife added, "Unless your attitude improves dramatically, it will be

every night for a week, with videotape. Each time you refuse to be a willing

participant, you'll be a public cumdump for a week."

 

With two videos already in the can, what could I do? At least this way, I knew

what to expect, and could try to deal with it. As much as I hated to admit it,

there was little I could do to escape Vicky's sexual blackmail. Nodding my

agreement, I dragged myself out of the room and headed upstairs to change.

 

"Mark! Mark!"

 

"Shit." Cursing softly, I turned from the door and called out "What? I'm late

for work as it is!" That was a lie, but I was coming to hate being in my own

house.

 

Throwing a handful of change at me, she scowled "Here, get me some tampons on

your way home. Mr. Fuckin' Friendly is back."

 

Although shopping for her more feminine needs always made me uncomfortable, I

decided not to argue. Trying to hide a smile as I stepped out the door, I

figured this meant a full week without having to submit to her twisted desires.

 

"Vicky? Hon? Where are you?"

 

"In the bathroom!"

 

"Oh. I'll talk to you when you get out then."

 

After a moment of silence, she called "No, come on in. I want you to do

something for me anyways."

 

Shrugging, I stepped into the bathroom, smiling at her naked body. "Need someone

to scrub your back?" I asked.

 

"No, I need you to lie on the floor." When I hesitated, she barked "Now!"

Confused, I did as she asked. "Good, now I want you to bite down on that sexy

piece of string and pull out my lovely bloody tampon." Smiling, she added "Then

I want you to lick my bloody pussy clean."

 

"What!?"

 

"You don't expect me to neglect my personal hygiene just because I'm on the rag,

do you?"

 

Shuffling toward the door, I pulled myself to my feet and grimaced. "If that's

what you have in mind, then hell yes."

 

"Fine. Go to bed then, you useless piece of shit."

 

When I awoke the next morning, the first thing I noticed was a dull, aching

throb in my arms. Soon after that, I became aware of a foul taste in my mouth,

that for some reason reminded me of having my wisdom teeth pulled. Blinking, I

looked up to find that I'd been handcuffed to the bed again, then looked down to

find I'd been gagged with a strange looking contraption. At first, it looked

like a rolled up towel or something, but when I looked closer I could see it was

a maxipad. With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I looked closer and noticed a

pair of white strings dangling from beneath it. Oh fuck! I desperately wanted to

believe that all of these things were clean, but the foul taste in my mouth told

me different.

 

"Good morning, dear." Striding through the door, Vicky smiled and blew me a

kiss. Turning on the videocamera, she tut-tutted and sighed "I really thought

you'd last longer than one night, but you refused my very first command."

Spreading her legs, she began rubbing herself through her panties, adding the

dark stain already spreading from her crotch. "I've already called in sick for

you, so your only concern should be whether or not we have enough videotape to

last the week."

 

 

Eyes wide with fear and disgust, I began pulling at the handcuffs, but only

succeeded in rubbing my wrists raw. It was then that I realized I was laying

with my head and the foot of the bed. What the hell did she have in mind? I

didn't have to wait long to find out. Climbing up on the bed, Vicky removed her

bloody panties and laid then gently over my face. Almost immediately, my stomach

began to roll at the stench, but I had to breathe. It was a good ten minutes

before my stomach settled down, although I never got used to the stench.

 

"Mmm. Smells divine, don't they," she laughed. "Wait till you see how they

taste!" Pinching my nose, she ripped the maxipad-gag from my mouth, dragging a

pair of soggy pink tampons along with it. Then, before I could even gasp for one

clear breath, she stuffed the bloody panties in my mouth and jumped on my face.

"Now Mark, honey, I want you to suck my panties clean, alright? They're my

favourites, and I don't want to throw them out just because you were late coming

home with my tampons."

 

I wanted to puke, the taste was so strong, but since it would only make matters

worse, I controlled the urge. Instead, I tried to push them away with my tongue

and try to outwait her. Unfortunately, that clearly wasn't going to happen.

Situating herself so that her open pussy was directly above my mouth, she turned

on the TV and settled in to watch a few hours of her favourite soaps.

 

"Might as well get comfortable, hon." Although I couldn't see her, I was sure

she was smiling. "I know you like to let the old menstrual fluids age a bit

before you indulge yourself - don't think I haven't noticed when my used tampons

have gone missing - but my flow is usually heaviest around lunch time, so you

might want to get a head start."

 

Shit! We'd just started, and already she had the camera convinced I was enjoying

myself. Not only that, anybody watching the tape would think this was some kind

of fantasy for me. Determined not to give in, I simply laid there with my tongue

hidden in my cheek. Unfortunately, within an hour the panties were so soaked

with blood, it was literally dripping down my throat. Before long I was

swallowing involuntarily, drawing the soiled panties deeper and deeper into my

mouth. Then I was left with no choice but to suck the menses from her silk

panties, while she sat and watched TV for six fucking hours, fresh blood slowly

seeping out of her pussy, continually replenishing the bloody panties in my

mouth.

 

"There, Markie-poo, how's that feel?"

 

"Gnnngghhh. Please, Vick, no more." My face drenched in sweat, I desperately

tried not to move and trigger more cramps. As soon as we had finished dinner,

she had dragged me into the bathroom and had forced me to get in the tub on my

hands and knees. Not knowing what to expect, I ended up banging my head on the

faucet when she shoved the cold, plastic hose into my ass. Humming the whole

time, she had then filled a hot-water bag with a mixture of warm milk and red

food-colouring, and proceeded to give me an enema.

 

"Would you like some more? Huh?"

 

"No. No, please, no more." Almost on the verge of tears, I clenched my eyes shut

and tried to ignore the incredible pressure that had built up in my ass.

 

"You know, dear, us girls don't have the luxury of a choice. When we get our

periods, we have to suffer the bleeding, bloating and cramps until they decide

to go away." Without warning, she ripped the hose from my ass. "But since I do

love you, I'll show you some mercy. After all, this is your first period."

 

"Arrggghhh." Panting, I asked "What are you talking about?"

 

 

Waving a pair of tampons in my face, she smiled "Don't worry, you'll get used to

it." Then, as I watched in stunned amazement, she shoved the applicators up my

ass, and inserted both tampons simultaneously.

 

"Fuck! That hurts!"

 

Still smiling, she promised "You'll get used it, don't worry." Whistling while

she worked, she then placed a heavy-duty maxipad in my underwear and pulled me

to my feet. Groaning and moaning in pain, I watched helplessly as she pulled up

my underwear and jogging pants. Pulling a t-shirt down over my head, she handed

me my wallet and said "I need you to go to the store for me now. I want you to

pick up a couple boxes of tampons, a couple packages of maxipads and a package

of pantiliners."

 

"Oh, fuck. Vicky," I pleaded, "You can't make me go like this. I'll never make

it."

 

"Sure you will." Shrugging, she told me "I don't like going out when I have my

period either, but I do." Next, placing a small tape-recorder in my pocket, she

smiled "When you get to the drug store, find one of the women who work there and

ask her where the feminine hygiene products are. Then I want you to ask her what

she recommends." Still smiling, she pushed the record button and finished "I

want you to explain to her that you've never had to use them before, so you want

to pamper your first period with the very best."

 

"You're crazy. I'm not doing that!"

 

Shrugging, Vicky began pressing against my stomach.

 

"Unngghh, enough! Please!" Doubling over in pain, I was sure I was going to

explode.

 

"The sooner you get going," she smiled "the sooner you can get some relief."

 

Nodding, I shuffled down the stairs and out to the car. Grimacing in agony, I

lowered myself into the seat and raced across town to the nearest drug-store.

 

 

* * *

 

 

"Well?"

 

"Here you . . . you go." Gasping, I handed her the bag of pads and tampons.

 

"The tape?"

 

"Here."

 

Rewinding it, Vicky made me stand on the doorstep while she replayed my shopping

experience at full volume. Terrified one of the neighbours would hear, I kept

looking around self-consciously.

 

"Ah, ah, ah," she sighed. "You forgot to explain why you needed them."

 

"I'm sorry. Next time, I promise."

 

"That's right." Handing me the tape recorder again, she suggested "Why don't you

talk down to the corner and give the variety store a try."

 

"No, please." Shaking, I protested "They know me there. I'll be humiliated."

 

"You should have done it right the first time." Crossing her arms, she told me

"Get going. Now."

 

Cursing her every step of the way, I shuffled down the sidewalk and hurried as

fast as I could to the store, only too aware of how foolish I must have looked.

 

". . . never had to use, ah, any of this stuff before, and, gulp, I want to

pamper myself . . . I mean pamper my first period with the very best."

 

Punctuated by a series of giggles, a teenage girl's voice explained "Well, I

like these tampons here. They're soft plastic, pretty pink applicators and smell

like baby-powder. Think you'd like those?"

 

"Ah, yes, yes. What else do you -"

 

"Very good, Mark." Turning off the tape recorder, Vicky took the third bag of

pads and tampons from my hands and helped me in the door. "Why don't you rush

upstairs and climb in the tub. I'll be up in a few minutes to change your

tampons."

 

Without a word, I rushed past her and up the stairs, crying out with every step.

Stripping as I walked, I jumped in the tub, splashing water all over the floor.

Not caring, I laid back and ripped the tampons from my ass. "Arrgghhh - shit!

shit! shit! - ohhhh, yeeessss." As they popped out of my swollen ass, I watched

a steady stream of red emerge to mix with the steaming bathwater. After the pain

and humiliation I had suffered, the feeling was almost orgasmic.

 

 

* * *

 

 

"Morning, dear." Scrambling some eggs, Vicky was standing naked before the

stove, her tampon string dangling for all to see. "If you'd kindly clean and

change my tampon, we can get some breakfast."

 

Sighing, I knelt between her legs and pulled the tampon out of her pussy and

into my mouth. Letting it sit inside my left cheek, I then proceeded to lick the

 

excess blood from her pussy while she cooked, too disgusted with myself to offer

even a token resistance. Once she was clean, I inserted a new tampon for her,

then took her bloody tampon from my mouth and squeezed it into the now-empty

applicator. Grimacing, I then shoved the bloody tampon up my ass.

 

"Good timing, Markie-poo." Turning from the stove, she said "Breakfast is almost

done." Sitting down at the table, she began digging into the eggs. "Mmm," she

managed between mouthfuls, "Stand beside me for a sec."

 

Now what did she have in mind? Doing as she asked, I moved to her side.

 

"Masturbate for me."

 

"What?"

 

"You heard me." Shoveling some more eggs into her mouth, she added "Make

yourself cum as quickly as possible, but warn me when you're ready."

 

Confused, I did as I was told. A few minutes later, I gasped "Here . . . here it

comes!"

 

Grabbing the plate of eggs, Vicky held them before my spurting cock, coating the

half-eaten breakfast with cum. "Here you are, hon," she laughed. "Now, eat your

breakfast before it gets cold."

 

Glaring at her, I sat down and ate my cum-covered eggs.

 

"Mmm, thanks, hon." Smiling at the camera, Vicky told me "I love it when you

clean my bloody pussy." Patting me on the head, she asked "Did you like it?"

 

"Yes, Vick."

 

"How much did you like it?"

 

Shaking my head, I closed my eyes and repeated the song she had forced me to

learn:

 

 

     Tampons, mmm, like a little white dong,

     I could eat them all day long.

     Maxis, wow, so long and pretty,

     I wish I had a bloody clitty.

     Menses, blood, you're on the rag,

     He loves the taste, this sissy-fag.

Kissing me, she cooed for the camera "You're such a good little boy, coming home

for lunch to clean and sing for me. Would you like a treat? Huh?"

 

"Yes, please." Actually, I wanted nothing more than to get out and go to work,

but I had to play along.

 

"Okay, to start, you may play with yourself."

 

Closing my eyes in shame, I stood before the camera, in the middle of the

kitchen and jacked off.

 

 

When she could see I was ready to cum, Vicky grabbed my

cock and had me shoot into a wine glass. Turning it so that all the sides were

coated in white, she smiled shook the last few drops into the glass.

 

Then, handing it to me, she grinned, "Bottoms up."

 

Eager for anything - even cum - to replace the coppery taste in my mouth, I

downed the contents in one swig. However, I could still taste her period, so I

licked it clean, smacking my lips noisily to spread the taste around. I knew how

it must have looked and sounded to the camera, but I didn't care. I had to get

that taste of her period out of my mouth.

 

"Wow. You must have been hungry, my little sissy-dear." Taking the glass, she

told me "You have to get back to work, but I want you to do one more thing for

me."

 

Slumping my shoulders, I asked, "What's that?"

 

"Don't eat anything, drink anything, brush your teeth, eat any gum, etc. When

you come home, I want to be able to smell the cum on your breath."

 

Nodding, I returned to work, a thoroughly defeated man.

 

I awoke Saturday morning to a pleasant surprise. My mouth was empty, my ass was

empty, and my shorts were empty. No tampons, no pad, and - most importantly - no

blood. Smiling in relief, I didn't even mind the fact that I was still

handcuffed.

 

"Morning, Marcie."

 

"Huh?" Opening my eyes, I looked up to find Vicky standing at the foot of the

bed with a mirror in her hands. For a moment I couldn't understand what it was I

was seeing, but then it hit me. She'd shaved my body, painted my nails, slapped

a whorish amount of make- up on my face, and fitted me with a bad blonde wig.

"Oh, shit," I groaned, "Now what."

 

"You still owe me two days of video-servitude," she smiled. "However, my

period's almost done, so I had to come up with something else."

 

Shaking my head in dismay, I asked, "Please, just get it over with, then. Don't

torment me."

 

Setting up the videocamera, Vicky explained "I'm in the mood for an

old-fashioned gang-bang, but my pussy's still too sensitive to take any kind of

excitement." Clipping a pair of big, pink hoop earrings onto my ears, she kissed

my nose and called out "Marcie's ready, boys. Come on in."

 

A moment later, 8 naked well-hung guys stepped into the room, their cocks

already hard.

 

Giggling, she told them "Marcie just finished her first period, so

now she wants to experience her first fucking." Ignoring the look of horror on

my face, she asked, "Please, be gentle. She's a virgin."

 

At least she had done that much for me. As bad as this experience would be, it

seemed I would be allowed some dignity. Hoping they would listen, I watched

helplessly as she propped my ass in the air with a couple of pillows.

 

"Oh, fuck. What the hell." Collapsing into her favourite beanbag chair, she told

the guys "She's all yours. Take her however you want." Smiling directly at me,

she finished "She'll get used to it."

 

Aware that there was nothing I could do, I simply forced myself to relax,

wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. Unfortunately, while the guys

wanted to get started as soon as possible, they had no intention of making it

quick. Climbing onto the bed, the first guy grabbed my head and shoved his cock

in my mouth.

 

"Suck it, honey," Vicky called from the sidelines, "Just like we practiced. Do a

good job and the nice man will reward you with a surprise treat."

 

Closing my eyes, I began sucking while he fucked my mouth, making a tentative

lick with my tongue every now and then. A minute or so later, another of the

guys placed his spit- slickened cock against my anus and shoved. Unable to cry

out, since my mouth was already crammed with nine-inches of manmeat, I settled

for a few stray tears instead.

 

"Ooooohhh, fuck, yeaahhhh!" With a hearty groan the last guy exploded in my ass,

filling me with yet another load of cum. He hadn't lasted as long as the first

three ass-fuckers, but he certainly came the most. Lying there with a limp cock

in my mouth, I felt like I was getting another enema.

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Look at her smile," Vicky giggled "She's really enjoying this."

 

"Yeah," agreed on of the guys, "You'd never know she's really just a sissy-fag-

cumslut."

 

Well past the point of shame or disgust, I made no attempt to deny their

accusations. Unfortunately, as soon as the final two cocks pulled out of my

mouth and ass respectively, Vicky leapt up and asked "Did you like that,

Marcie?"

 

Her back to the camera, she glared at me, making it clear that only one response

would do. "Yes, thank you, hon."

 

Grinning, she clapped her hands in delight. "You're welcome, dear, but you're

thanking the wrong person." Calling over the 8 guys, she had me thank each one

in turn.

 

I did as I was told. "Thank you for popping my oral cherry and feeding me your

cum. Thank you for taking my virginity and filling my ass with your cum. Thank

you for allowing me to practice my cock-sucking and for giving me seconds on

cum. Thank you for stretching my ass and lubricating it with your cum. Thank you

for letting me suck the cum from your cock. Thank you for making my ass feel so

good and sticky. Thank you for brushing my teeth with your dick and bathing my

tonsils with your semen. Thank you for fucking me so hard and cumming so long."

 

"Very good, Marcie." Leaning down to whisper in my ear, she then stood back up

and asked, "What do you want now, dear."

 

Shaking my head, I looked up at her and silently pleaded for mercy.

 

"What do you want now, dear?" She was still trying to sound pleasant, but her

tone made it clear I could not disobey.

 

"More," I replied. "I want more. Please."

 

"Then go ahead and ask."

As I looked up at my 8 rapists, a kind of transformation came over me. I had

finally reached the breaking point. I had snapped. I had no dignity or sense of

self-respect left. The man I had been was gone, and an empty shell of a

submissive sissy was all that was left. Feeling neither shame nor disgust, I

smiled and begged "Please, do me again. Fuck my sissy throat with you big, hard

cocks, and fill my sissy ass with your hot, slimy cum."

 

If Vicky was shocked by the change in me, she gave no sign. Instead she just

smiled and mouthed "I love you."

 

Smiling, I barely managed to return the sentiment before my mouth was crammed

full of rapidly-swelling cock. Looking up at my oral-abuser, I winked and began

sucking his cock, trying to duplicate the technique Vicky used on me. When one

of his accomplices penetrated my wet, gaping ass with his cock, I barely even

flinched.

 

As the last guy withdrew from my mouth, I followed him as far as the handcuffs

would allow, wanting to catch every last drop of cum. I wasn't enjoying myself,

not really, but I could sense that such feelings would come in time. Mark was

dead and gone, and I was now a clean slate for my wife to use, abuse, and

humiliate as she desired.

 

"Good girl, Marcie," she beamed. "I think the boys really enjoyed themselves

this time around."

 

"Yeah, took the bitch a while to warm up, but she caught on quick."

 

"Fuck yeah. I haven't been sucked like that in years."

 

"Me neither."

 

"Who cares about that? I don't think I've ever fucked a hole that tight."

 

Much to my surprise, the praise of my rapists touched something inside me - some

part of the new me. Smiling, I was genuinely pleased that I had made them feel

so good.

 

"Marcie, smile!"

 

Looking away from the guys, I saw Vicky standing at the foot of the bed.

Switching on the TV, she grabbed the camera ran to the other end of the bed,

where she zoomed in on my red, gaping, asshole. When she gasped in surprise, I

arched my head back so I could see TV. I couldn't believe it. Even though it was

propped up in the air, my ass was leaking cum. Not only that, but it was leaking

badly.

 

"Fuck, there's gotta be a gallon of cum in there."

 

"At least."

 

Strangely drawn to this perverse image, I had to agree with the guys. I felt

fuller than I had during my enema, but it didn't hurt. Instead, I had a kind of

tingly feeling in my ass, that I suspected would turn to outright orgasmic

pleasure with enough practice.

 

"Okay, guys, time for the sissy-cumslut's final treat." Grabbing a beer mug from

the dresser, she held it beneath my ass while the guys helped me to sit up as

far as the handcuffs would allow. With a sudden rush, the cum drained from my

ass, filling the mug almost to the top. Careful not to spill any, Vicky then

pulled out the last tampon of this period and used it to stir the mixture.

 

"Mmm, look," she cooed, "Who needs a 'bloody mary' when they can have a 'bloody

fairy' for lunch."

 

"Not me," I grinned.

 

"Do you want some, hon?"

 

"Yes, please!"

 

"Are you sure? I thought you didn't like cum."

 

"I do, I do," I protested frantically. For some reason, I had to taste this

intoxicating brew. Knowing full well it would put the final nail in Mark's

coffin, I begged "Please, Vicky, fucking makes me so thirsty."

 

"Thirsty for cum?"

 

"Yes, fuck yes!"

 

"What about blood? I thought you hated my bloody tampons more than cum."

 

"No, no, I love them. I love anything that comes from your body." Meaning every

word, I told her "You are my teacher, my guide, and my lover. My only fear is I

won't be worthy of your blood."

 

Smiling, Vicky tipped the glass and began pouring cum into my eager mouth.

"Don't worry," she told me, "You're proven yourself more than worthy."

 

"Christ, look at him drink that shit," one of the guys choked.

 

"Holy shit. He's really loving it."

 

Amazed, another added "How the hell could any man lower himself to that level. I

mean, he's a bigger cum-guzzler than the worst whore downtown."

 

"Fuck yeah. He'd put those bitches to shame."

 

For one, the guys were making honest observations, rather than playing to the

camera. What's more, they were right. As I drained the last of the cum from the

glass, I licked my lips and thanked Vicky for all she had done. Licking the

stray streams of cum from my cheeks, she smiled and removed the handcuffs. Then,

holding hands and giggling like a pair of schoolgirls, we looked up at the guys

and asked "More?"

 

  
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