Date: Wed, 12 Aug 2009 21:23:48 +0000 (GMT)
From: Sharon Pinder <pin121@yahoo.com>
Subject: be sure your sins will find you out 2

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Be Sure Your Sins Will Find You Out!

Chapter 4

I had no idea what was up with Denise. She had been a little out of
character since her shopping trip last week. She had disappeared for an
entire day and on her return, had been very withdrawn. I could only
conclude that as ever, parish affairs were once more demanding her full
attention.

We had been married a number of years and had two great teenagers. We both
had good carears and earned decent incomes so money was never really an
issue. I suppose you could say we were happily married, but the physical
sad had become somewhat stale. True when we first started dating it had
been new, exciting and fun. But once the children were born, Denise's
interest in a sex life seem to have tailed off. We fucked maybe once a
month and it was pretty dull. But with the internet things weren't so
bad. One could dabble in private and wank ones self silly, with out being
judged for it.

I am fairly traditional in my tastes, but find oral acts so much more of a
turn on than the actual fucking. Its nice to see your lover in sexy
lingerie and to use your mouth, as well as your tongue to make her
cum. Denise wasn't to keen on the "oral thing" as she called it, but would
some times let me indulge and that was always a bonus.

This morning Denise was out on Parish work, and the kids were at school.
So that left me in the house all alone. I promised myself some
'self-satisfaction' later, but first I had some work to do, as well as
emails to answer. The inbox was filled with the usual spam, as well as some
emails from a number of friends. The only one I couldn't place was from a
shazspidersweb@yahoo.co.uk.  I was going to play safe and delete it, but
the subject caught my eye, 'Naughty Wife'. It has some file attachments,
maybe they were some nice porn pictures. I had quite a collection but
always had room for a few extras!

First I played safe and scanned the attachments for viruses. Then while
that was happening I read the attached text.

'My Dear Simon, attached are a series of pictures showing your wife's new
sexual tastes. She came to us unwilling but now seems to have developed a
taste for her own sex'.

I read that last part twice, own sex?  This is was some joke, it had to be,
Denise was as straight laced as they came. But the files had by now
downloaded and I was able now to look the attached images over.  The photos
composition would have won no prizes, but the content was clear
enough. 'Miss Prim and proper Denise' was stark naked, kneeling before a
stunning blonde, whose legs were spread and her shaven pussy on show. But
my dear wife's face was turned to face the camera by a hand twisting her
long hair. I could see Denise's make up was ruined, but her face had a
sheen to it, around her mouth and nose. A sheen that could only be pussy
juice.  I could not believe what I was seeing. The second image was
Denise's face buried deep into the blondes pussy, and the third was of
another girl being treated to the same service by my wife. The last image
was of the three of them, naked, the two unknown girls sat with Denise
kneeling before them, like a faithful and doting puppy!

Four images that were now seared into my mind and both horrified as well as
aroused me. How could I be both stunned and turned on at the same time?

I turned my attention back to the emails text. 'Denise has proved to be a
most eager pupil and has provided us with several hours of home movies. I
am sure you can appreciate how embarrassing these images could be of they
went on general view. What would your wife's parishioners say? Then there
is your head master, your pupils or your colleagues? How would they feel if
they knew your wife was a depraved slut? That of course is something none
of us wish to happen.

This Saturday we are holding a small party, and if you wish to avoid any
embarrassment, then I simply require both you and your darling slut, to be
here for 8.00 p.m Don't worry Slut knows where 'here' is.

If for some foolish reason you decided not to join us, then your head
master will be the first to receive the same images you have just viewed,
plus maybe a few more choicer ones.

Look forward to seeing you on Saturday.

Mistress Sharon

Chapter 5

I could not believe the change in my life over the past week. The dress was
a long forgotten piece of history and was no longer of any importance. At
first I had been shocked, disgusted and ashamed of the actions forced on my
by mistresses Sharon and Julie. How easy I called them Mistress, but it
seemed so natural.

My first tastes of my own sexes love juices had repulsed me, and I wanted
to crawl into a hole and die. But now I found the desire almost natural and
the very thought of those fleshy honey pots left me with butterflies and
aroused. I found myself studying other women when I was out in the town and
that brought the recent events back into my mind. I wanted nothing more
than to be allowed to serve my mistresses once more, something they had
promised me would happen this weekend. But the end of the week seemed ages
away, almost as if it would never come.

Simon had been in a foul mood when I arrived home Friday. He had packed the
kids off to his mothers, and he had launched into a full scale shouting
match when I walked through the door. He showed me the email he had
received, as well as the images.

My new sense of arousal, of excitement vanished as I realised he was aware
of my degradation and the level to which I had sunk. I felt a shock and
shame that were beyond anything I had known before had, and the tears
returned to stain my face.

The next twenty four hours had been a living hell and we had rowed like
never before. He had slept in Kylie's room and had taken to calling me a
"whore", a "slut" and a "dyke". I spent most of those hours crying and
begging for him to understand, but he refused to even discuss it
anyfurther.  He had not raised a hand to me, but he had abused me verbally
and I felt degraded and humiliated beyond any thing I would have imagined
possible.

Saturday lunch time had seen a second email arrive, and the attachments
included more images, this time of my shop lifting, and then more close ups
of my servitude to the mistresses. The storm had blown up once more and I
really though it was going to come to blows. But by 4.00 p.m it had died
back down, and the realisation that 8.00 p.m loomed, sank in,

Simon had ranted and raved, but he had come to accept that he really had no
choice but to report as instructed. A final email at 5.00 p.m had included
no further images, just a series of instructions.

We were both to shower, and to shave are genitals. Our nails, toe and
fingers were to be neat and we were also to shave our legs. He was, in
addition, to shave any chest hair, something which both baffled him and
left him fuming once more. But the storm had abated and cursing was all he
had left in him. We had carried out our 'orders' but the leg shaving wasn't
something he found easy, and in the end I had to shave my husbands legs for
him. I found it faintly erotic kneeling there, shaved and neat myself,
holding my husbands legs, as I shaved them clean of hair. His chest hair
was even more erotic and left him looking so baby like.

Chapter Six

The darlings were on time!The Vicar and the School Master, both pawns
within our game, and both with so many new experiences ahead of them!

As I fully expected Simon, started to argue and plead his case. That he
wasn't to be held responsible for his wife's weaknesses, that he shouldn't
even be here. That this was nothing to do with him. Denise knew better than
to argue and she stood in silence.  I could only laugh at his pleading and
smile as he went on. He ranted, but he finally slowed and ran out of steam
before he fell silent.  Once he had stopped it was my turn. I pointed out
he was welcome to leave and that he had two choices. He could turn and walk
out. Then with in the hour a series of emails would be sent out to his
headmaster, the local paper, the bishop, his pupils. Or he could be
sensible and do as we bid him, A simple choice and if he wished to be
sensible, then he was to go to the dressing room and follow the
instructions posted in there.

I could see his mind working as he went over the permutations, the
choices. But I knew we had won, when his head dropped and he slowly walked
off to the dressing room.

Chapter seven

I had thought I could talk my way out of this mess, but I realised all to
soon that I was backed into a corner. A corner not of my making I reminded
myself, but even for that, I knew I had no real choice. The dressing room
was empty except for a note pinned to the wall. It simply told me to strip,
and then await someone to dress me. Dress?  My mind struggles with the
notion or where this was leading.

For a life time I stood there, my mind screaming for me to 'screw this' and
run. Yet something held me back, a fear of the consequences? If I ran from
here, then I would loose my marriage, but what state was that in now, after
the stupid cows recent actions? But the worst fear was public ridicule, of
the blonde bitch carrying her threats out.

My hands actually shook as I shed my t-shirt, and one by one my clothes
joined it in a discarded heap on the floor. I found myself standing naked
in a ladies clothes shop changing room, my man hood wilted, my body shaved
of any hair and my self esteem at rock bottom.

I heard foot steps approaching the curtain and my stomach turned in fear as
to what the next few minutes would hold. The curtain was pulled to one side
and my Denise stood in front of me. She was no longer wearing the clothes
she had entered the store in, but instead was dressed in a French maids
outfit. Her legs, always her best features, were encased in barely black
hold ups, and her calves lengthened by here black PVC high heals. The
skirts hem was inches above the hold ups seams and her cleavage was pushed
and exposed to a tarty degree, by the dresses bodice. She was actually
smiling as she walked in, leaving the curtain a jar.  "What the fuck..."
was my spoken reaction, but the words trailed off as I seem to sag in to
acceptance that within the walls of this shop things were far from
normal. I seemed to have slid into a depraved universe.

Denise smiled and I noticed for the first time a box in her hands, She
lifted the lid, and I noticed the contents to be a matching set of clothing
to her own. The thought, who were they for actually crossed my mind, can
you believe I was so slow in the up take, so naïve?  Then the true horror
hit me, and the world I had known fell apart.  Dissolved as realisation and
fear filled my mind.

Chapter eight.

My Mistresses had, once Simon had sloped off, gave me my orders and then my
uniform for the day. The dress was a perfect fit, but then what would you
have expected from a women's dress shop owner?  The lingerie plain and
simple. White cotton panties, new crisp and fresh.  The bodice insured I
need no bra, and the heels made me feel so sensual. I could worship these
two goddesses. How far I had come since the dress theft, and how much my
mind had opened!

Dressed as they had ordered I walked across the the changing room which
held my husband. I could not believe that he had been dragged into this
web, and that gave me some comfort. I was not the only fool and not alone
in this. The box. I knew contained a matching outfit to my own, and I could
not wait for the next five minutes. His face would be a picture, and for
once I would have some control over what went on.

The realisation that flooded over his face was a pleasure and the girly
tears that leaked down his freshly shaved face were a treat. I knew the
path I had been down to come to appreciate the sweet pleasure of servitude,
and I wondered what awaited him.

The first item I lifted from the box was a matching pair of white school
girl like panties. Like my own, fresh and crisp. I knelt down and held one
leg hole open for him to step into . He actually hesitated, then slowly
raised his foot and pointed the toes into the hole. The panties stretched
as they I slid them up his smooth legs and his tiny cock was so shrivelled
it created no problems. The panties were a snug fit and I could see his man
hood through the white fabric.

The hold ups were an equal delight, as I knelt with them, squashed and
opened ready for his toes. My husband rested his hands on my shoulders as
he pushed his right foot into the proffered hold up. I rolled them up his
surprisingly feminine legs and made sure they were straight, I couldn't
have my sweet hubby looking untidy now could I!  This was actually turning
me on, I was enjoying the fact that his humiliation was as great as mine
had been. I could feel my arousal and felt a wetness leaking from within
me.

The hold up and panties made him look every inch a girlie from the waist
down, but I knew the dress would be the final touch. How my mistresses had
done it I have no idea, but it was perfect fit. Unlike me he had been
issued with a white bra, as well as some silicone shapes. These, worn under
the dresses bodice gave him a nice cleavage, almost equal to my own! I
stepped back to admire Simon, my man's man of a husband. The last item in
the box was a wig, long, blonde and bob in style. With that on his head, I
was stunned by how girlie he looked. His face was tear stained, but he
looked every inch a pure sissy.

Chapter Nine

I sat in the changing room and had made no resistance to the application of
the make up. I was beyond caring, and felt a resignation. No that's not
quite true. The feelings as those hold ups had been slid up my leg had been
disturbing. As each layer of clothing was applied, I felt a strangeness,
almost an arousal. Now as I looked in the proffered mirror I was impressed
with the feminine face that stared back at me. Lipstick, foundation, eye
make up, hell you could almost believe I wasn't Simon Cawthorne, Maths
Teacher, but the cute girl who smiled back at me. I could feel disturbing
movements in my panties, and I hoped the arousal would not betray my
depraved enjoyment of this moment. The only difference between Denise and I
was my flat shoes, but they were just as black and just as PVC.

As Denise and I walked across the shop sales area, I felt the first thrill
of nylon on nylon as my hold ups brushed with each step. I could even feel
the weight of my 'boobs', and my soft real hair move with each step. My
arousal was becoming something hard to control, and only a deep nagging
fear of what lay ahead kept it in some form of control.

We stepped through into the shops back room and found we had stepped deeper
into world of weirdness.

Chapter Ten

It had taken some courage, well balls if you will excuse the pun, to take
what had been a fantasy and shape it into reality. Claire and I had been
married two or three years and yes the sex was good. Hell for the first
year we were like two rabbits, but after a time, well it got repetitive. OK
she had her toys, and yes we had rolled play, but we had only ventured to
the bounds of most would call normality.  I had always dabbled in porn, and
the wonders of the world wide web made it so much easier.  All the porn I
could ever want and free!

I had always enjoyed a good 'dirty' story when looking for something to
make me hard. I enjoyed the word more than the image, a good story would
turn me on so much more. I had started with lesbians, hell what red blooded
guy does find two women fucking each other a turn on? I used the usual
sites, and in time drifted into chat rooms. There I could role play and if
I struck lucky, get to watch some tart in action on her cam. Don't get me
wrong, I am not weird, quite normal, in real life. But its just when it
comes to sex, well I have a healthy interest.

How I stumbled into TV's I have no real idea. I just know one day I was
surfing images and found some stunning pictures of sissy men. One image
that I still have tucked away on my lap top is of two beautiful sissy's,
short skirts, long legs, sat side by side on the sofa, kissing. (just ask
darling and am happy to send you the snap, maybe you will then see how my
interest came about!).

When I first saw the image, I took it to be two lesbians. But several jerk
off's later and the penny dropped. I shut the PC down feeling sick at
myself, but as the days passed I couldn't get the image out of my head. I
found I would get a lump in my trousers, but I always felt it so wrong.

But in time my interest got the better of me, and I hunted that picture
down. From there on it was a slippery slope and soon I found I couldn't
come, unless it was fantasying about those sissy boys.

From there I drifted into 'specilised' chat rooms, and started meeting like
minded men in the cyber world. I started chatting to an amazingly
openminded woman, Sharon. She lived within the same town as me, and we
would often chat on line for hours.  She knew by the web site of my new
tastes, all be it fantasy. But in time she offered me her mobile number,
and I must have been so turned on as I gave her mine without thinking.

The chat then developed into texts. I made sure Claire never knew of this
correspondence, as she would have assumed I was fucking Sharon. That
couldn't have been further from the truth as Sharon had a partner, Claire,
so I was last person (or sex) she was interested in. But it was nice to
have some to be open and honest with. I even came to admit to her that I
fantasised about a sissy virgin. Hell I was no Casanova in that area, but
in my mind, the sissy was always a virgin.  Pure, unsullied, maybe a little
nervous, or maybe, and hell I cant believe I told her this, unwilling. I
would just get a stiffy thinking about him, all shy, and wanting to run,
but being forced to please me. How sweet would that be?

In time the texts gave way to an occasional phone call, and this served to
increase the speed we explored our mutual tastes. We must have been
chatting over all for one or two months, when Sharon told me she had
discovered two new friends. A married couple in her town. Both respectable
and with a darker layer under that. The woman was straight, but she had
been shown the errors of her ways and had come round to developing a taste
for her own sex. I knew Sharon enough by now to draw the conclusion that
the flowering of this new friend, had not been totally willing. Then there
was the husband?

When Sharon hang up after that revelation I was so hard it ached. I could
feel pre-cum seeping out of my cock, and I came picturing sweet sissy in my
favourite picture pleasuring me. I couldn't get the image out of my head
and I knew I had to take the risk and see if Sharon would let me live my
fantasy.

Chapter eleven.

The room contained Sharon, a second woman who I took to be Julie, and a
male figure in his early twenties. He was sat on the sofa, and he seemed
nervous, but that didn't prevent his eyes raking me up and down. His eyes
lingered on the hem of my skirt and he smiled at me.  The true horror of my
situation dawned on me, and I could feel myself starting to loose some
control of my bladder. A warm wet feeling seeped out of me and I could feel
the cotton panties soaking it up.  What could I do? Run? Dressed like this?
Denise had seemed to take some delight in telling me how her mistresses,
our mistresses, recorded everything that happened within these four
walls. How they would have everything recorded on a hard drive, ready to
share with the world. The wet feeling in my panties increased and my cock
wilted back into its small nothingness.

Mistress Julie slowly eased her knees apart, revealing a hair free mound.
Denise's head turned in her direction and I could sense where her eyes were
looking. Mistress clicked her fingers, and like a trained puppy my
'darling' wife trotted over, dropped to her knees and buried her head into
that proffered mound. She was lost to the world, her only desire being to
drink from the source of those juices. My wife must have developed a skill
and taste for pussy juice, as our mistress was soon leaning back, her face
clearly showing the effect my wife's tongue was having.

Mistress Sharon, walked over to me, her head turned so her eyes could feast
on my wife's depravity. She smiled as she looked at my wife, the local
vicar, the mother of two, 'miss butter wouldn't melt in her mouth', dressed
as a French tart, kneeling with her face buried into wet pussy. How far she
had fallen, and I feared I was coming to look over the same precipice.

"Now my sissy, be a good girl, and go and sit next to our guest." She
patten me on my panties and then taking me by the hand, guided me to where
the 'guest' sat. Mistress sat one side of me, and he sat the other. I felt
like a filling in a fetish sandwich. I kept my eyes to the front, to avoid
eye contact, but that just made me focus on my nylon covered knees and made
me realise how good they looked.

Painted nails traced a line along that nylon and goose bumps followed the
finger, as mistress slid her fingers under the hem of my skirt and eased my
legs apart. As her hands closed in on my sodden panties crotch, my cock
stirred and strained at the thin cotton covering. I could feel myself being
aroused by her nails and fresh seeping of pre-cum starting to coat the top
of my small cocks head. I closed my eyes as my arousal grew and I could
feel the response growing. I could feel my body betraying me, but the
desire to resist seemed to diminish as time passed. Her free hand traced
its fingers around my freshly applied lipstick and I parted my lips to
welcome the manicured nails into my mouth. But instead I felt her hand
reach to cup the back of my blonde wig, and steer my head gently away from
her, towards the other side of the fetish sandwich and in a downward
direction. I tried to resist the pressure, to stop the downward movement,
but she merely increased the pressure. I opened my eyes in terror as I knew
the sight that would greet me.

His legs were parted and his zip undone. He had released his erect cock
from its captivity and it seemed to fill my vision. My cock was sad and
pathetic, but his in every sense the opposite. How any woman would fit that
monster in her was beyond me, and now they expected me to! The thought
trailed off as I tried to blank the images out of my mind.

As my head drew closer I could see the one eyed snake in all its detail.
The purples of its arousal and the sheen of pre-cum seeping out of that one
eye. It drew closer, and I pressed my lipstick covered lips together in a
futile effort at resistance.  I could smell his arousal as it brushed my
lips, and I felt the pressure as the huge cock sought to part them. I
mumbled "no" between my hard pressed lips, but my mistress told me to "open
up like a good little sissy".  The hard head slid between my lips and
pressed against my teeth. But my teeth remained closed. A final barrier to
what I could never permit There was no way that monster was ever coming
into my mouth,

Chapter Twelve

I had been a nervous wreck when I first arrived at the address Sharon had
text me. Was I walking into a nightmare or a fantasy forefillment?  As I
drew closer, my pace slowed, but I made it finally to the front door of the
shop. Sharon had met me and introduced me to her partner, Julie. They were
both stunning, and dressed to thrill. Long legs, and 'little material'
summed their up their attire. They had both been friendly and made me feel
welcome.  By the time I was sat on their sofa, I was feeling relaxed and
confident that I had made the right choice. Sharon had vanished to greet
our 'expected' guests, and I had been treated to the joys of watching a
sissy being born via a discreet cam. By the time the transformation was
complete, you would have taken him to be a vision of pure femininity. Any
doubts I had vanished when the two 'girls', wife and sissy, stepped into
the room.

The wife was pure tart as she responded to Julie finger click and all but
dived head first into the offered wet flesh. But sissy was a little more
recluctant. This was after all his, as well as mine, first time. But he had
no notion I was a virgin, and shaking inside as much as he was on the
outside.

Sharon guided him across the room to where I sat and I could not take my
eyes of those legs. They were perfection and only helped draw my eyes up
towards the hidden delights I knew lurked at their pinnacle. This might be
my first time, but I knew what I wanted and I knew I would get it, by hook
or by crook.

My cock was pressed against his teeth and I cupped my hand against his
head, pushing to gain access. "Come on darling" I cooed as I stroked her
hair. "Open up sissy, you know the rules". The reminder of what fate
awaited him if he refused must have worked as his lips parted and my hard
thick shaft finally slid into his pussy mouth. As he took the length in and
started reluctantly to suck, it was all I had ever fantasised it would be.

Chapter fourteen.

I knew when she spoke those words I had no choice, I knew I had to let that
monster in. I parted my teeth a fraction, and the large ram forced its way
through the gap and into my mouth. His scent filled my nostrils and I to
feel the length against my tongue. My first reaction was to gag, to throw
up, but as my tongue involuntary stroked his hard length, his juices flowed
from the tip and into my mouth. The scent became less repulsive, my tongue
started to stroke the cock, and his juices became almost sensual. I could
feel the hard thickness filling my pussy mouth as I began to suck hungrily
on his cock.

My repulsion diminished and I could feel my own smaller cock responding.
His fingers fumbled to release it from my cotton panties and they closed
around its thinner shaft. He started to stroke it, and pumped it, so it
betrayed me.

His hard cock was so sweet and I could feel it beginning to twitch as his
arousal reached new peaks. My mind failed to register the meaning of his
movements nor to warn me. But the feel of his hot salty cum sliding down my
throat made me only want to suck harder, and his fingers brought my cock to
release its cum into his hands. We both moaned as we came, all most
together, His darling gentle hands lifted my head away from its new found
delights and he kissed me. My cum tasting mouth smeared with his juices, as
we kissed long and hard. I could feel his cock wilt in my fingers, and a
sadness of something special slipping away filled me. But I pressed my cum
covered tongue into his mouth, so he could taste the juices I had come to
lust for

Chapter fifteen.

We had come so far, and I knew now that fresh delights yet awaited us with
this couple, husband and wife, or sissy and tart? Sharon sat next to our
guest on the settee, and kneeling before each of their spread legs was the
vicar and sissy. A pair of pure white cotton panties, topped with a hem of
a maids uniform facing out into the room. There feet stockinged feet
pointed towards me and I could see their heads move almost in unison. But
one tongue was savouring the juices of my own lover and the other dining on
hard wet cock.  As they worked away on these proffered delights, I could
not help but look at the thinness of the cotton covering those rounded
bottoms.  Both hinting at further areas to be explored, to be savoured and
to be abused!

Our sissy and our tart may think they have sampled all we had to offer, but
they could not have been further from the truth. They were broken in as two
horses might be, but they weren't yet fully ridden!

Dragging my eyes from the scene before me, I crossed the room to a cupboard
where we stored all our toys. I was after only two of them for now. I
wanted a ball gag for each of our pets and some jell. Some nice cool K-Y
jell, after all we didn't want our darlings to suffer, to much. I handed a
ball gag each to both Sharon and our guest, Pete. Then I lifted sissy's
head to allow the ball gag to be slipped into place and secured. The sweet
girlie didn't even flinch as the hard rubber ball was pushed into his mouth
and the buckle fastened.  Tart was showed similar lack of resistance and
took the gag as any good submissive should.

We stood our two pets up and I could but not help smile how similar they
looked Both would need their lipstick and make up touching up. Both had
traces of their own sexes juices smeared over their faces, and both had the
odour of their recent services emanating from their faces.

Sissy looked a picture, she still looked so fem, yet the cum stains round
her face showed what she had become. Peter stood holding our sissy's
hand. He was naked now and his limp cock hung down from his thick pubic
hair bush. Sissy's cock was erect, but it lack of stature meant it hardly
showed beyond a bulge in his school girl panties. His wife looked at her
husband and smiled at what he had become. She must have realised they had
both slipped far down a debauched path, that was a one way journey.

Julie smiled at me and took tarts hand. She led her over to where Peter and
sissy stood hand in hand. She placed a hand on tarts shoulders and with
gentle pressure brought her to the kneeling position in from of Peter's
limp monster. It took seconds to release tart from her gag, and to insure
her face looked forward into that thick bush.

Julie then turned her attention to sissy, but I could not catch the words
she spoke to him. But I say sissy's face redden and Julie used the gag she
had in her hand to whip sissy. The buckle left an ugly red welt on his
buttock, but the action had the desired result. Sissy's hand reached for
the limp monster and gently held it up so it faced towards his wife.

Tart opened her mouth as if forming a burrow for the snake to enter. Her
husband guided the large head into tarts mouth and as the monster stirred,
fed it deeper in. Tart closed her lips around the lengthening cock and I
was sure she could taste sissy's saliva on its skin. She knew what was
expected of her and she was a good girl. As the monster grew to its full
glory, she worked her mouth and tongue on it, bring it to a fresh peak.

Sissy stood and watched as his wife was sucking the cock he had fed her,
and envy seemed to fill his expression. Peter groaned and tarts eyes
widened in shock as the cock responded to her tongue, and a fresh jet of
hot salty cum filled her mouth and she had no choice but to swallow. As he
came, Peters hands grasped tarts head and impaled her deeper on to his
phalic length.  His load shot, tart released the cock from her mouth and I
could see traces of seamen seeping down from her mouth and staining her
face at it had sissy's.

Chapter sixteen.

My Mistresses command to fed the first cock I had ever tasted into my
wife's mouth brought fresh waves of shame and humiliation over me, Just
when I thought I had reached the bottom when things could not get more
depraved, Mistress added the twist. I had to fed another man's flaccid cock
into my wife's mouth and I had to watch as she brought it to life, and as
she hungrily dined on it. The shame that we had both sucked on that length
of flesh was almost to much. Peters hands pulled her head deeper onto his
erection and I could only watch as his cum filled her mouth. I could only
watch, and feel shame or was it jealousy?

As Denise sat back and used her tongue on the semen escaping her mouth,
Mistress Sharon took my hand and led me towards a table in the corner of
the room. She placed a hand in the small of my back and pressed me forward
so I bent over the flat surface. With her feet she eased my lovely stocking
legs apart. I could still taste Peters cum in my mouth, and although my
mind wondered what fresh things were to be inflicted on me, I could not
stop thinking back to how he had felt in my pussy mouth. God I missed the
feeling of that hard flesh against my tounge. Mistress Sharon gently held
me down, as her lover eased my panties down. I could feel the cold air on
my buttocks as her hands parted them.  My mind began to realise what was
about to happen to me. I knew that I was about to be violated once more, in
fresh ways.  But this time I was excited, and felt that this invasion would
make me a proper girlie. Would make me a true sissy as my virgin arse pussy
had its cherry popped!

A coldness stung my flesh as Mistress finger applied K-Y jell over my arse
hole. My sweet virgin arse hole, what I could see as my pussy.  After all
true girlie's had to be able to offer a dark wet hole for a cock to fill,
and I was no different, was I?

Her fingers smeared the jell around it, but my attention was turned
elsewhere as I heard Peter walk across to where I was bent over, legs
apart. Julies finger was removed and a thicker one took its place, one I
knew to be Peter's. His finger slid into my arse hole, smearing the jell
inside that virgin passage. My cheeks tried to clench in an instinctive
reaction at what I knew was coming. I was scared, nervous of the pain, but
then aren't all true girls when their virginity is about to be taken?

The tip of his hard cock against my pussy hole was still a shock. It felt
so big, and my hole so small. He teased the tip round it and then eased it
in a short distance. The flesh yielded to let him in that short distance,
before he with drew it once more. I relaxed, may be it was over. But I knew
I was wrong. I hoped I was!

The second invasion went deeper this time, and the pain increased with the
depth of that penetration. I moaned in disappointment against my gag as he
with drew a second time.

I heard a muffled scream from the far side of the room, and my logic told
me Denise was being similarly invaded, but not by hard cock, but rather a
thick plastic length. The third invasion started as gentle as the previous
two and I relaxed against it. The flesh had been stretched and it admitted
the cock with less pain. But this time he didn't stop as he passed the
point of no return, and I felt his body press into me as his cock went
deeper. I screamed against the enforced entry, and I felt as if my arse
hole was being ripped open.  He seemed to fill me and was so very big. I
screamed once more, and then the head passed beyond my sphincter. The pain
diminishednow my cherry had been taken. His length slid deep into me and
filled me. I felt a true girlie, I felt sheer joy at his filling me. I
leant into him as he pumped his body against me, and I could feel his
length sliding within me. But the joy I felt was nothing compared to how I
felt as his hard cock shot its fresh load deep into my new pussy hole.. I
felt I had become a pure sissy, that I was where I belonged and had never
been happier. I lay bent over the table, filled with my lovers warm juices,
and his flaccid cock resting deep within me. I tried to press myself onto
the length but it was to soft, and that made me feel so sad. But I knew
this was the first of many such surrenders. I was happy and had forgotten
the enforced sissyfication, the forcing of a cock into my mouth, the tears,
the shame, I just wanted to be the perfect sissy.

Chapter seventeen.

Mistress had reapplied my gag but I could still feel the salty sperm deep
in my throat. With a hand on my shoulder she guided me back onto my feet. I
could see Simon bent over the table and Mistresses finger caressing the
dark entrance. How had he let himself be corrupted, sissified and then made
to perform a blow job on another man's cock?  What had he become? What had
we both become at the hands of these two women? My husband was dressed as a
girl and I have to admit, once the shock had passed, I was jealous of his
legs. He looked pure female, and good enough to eat!  It was as if Mistress
had scraped a thin top layer off and found the true Simon hiding there. As
if he had become the 'she' he really was.

But then I had travelled my own path and had discovered a deep hunger for a
the wetness and pure honey only an aroused pussy could offer. I week ago
this discovery would have shaken my world to the core and been damned as a
sin. But now it was all I wanted and all I ever thought of.

Mistress led me to the table and bent me over so I lay beside the
sissy. Her hands slid my cotton panties down and her feet parted my legs so
I was nicely spread from ankle up. The next sensation was a single finger
applying a cold jell to my arse hole, a coldness that gave me goose bumps
and butterflies of anticipation.

I heard Mistress Sharon's heels click as she walked round the table a few
minutes later, and I was stunned to a large phallic object coming from her
mound, a massive rubber cock. It was a replica of the meal I had dined on a
few minutes past.

I knew where the dildo was to go, and I felt sick at the pain I knew I
would be forced to experience. The few tears I had left trickled down my
checks and I mumbled protests against the gag my mistress had refitted. But
that pain was matched by a nervous excitement of a new experience that I
knew would please my mistress and that I would come to enjoy.

Mistress took position behind me and I could feel the hard plastic pressed
against my arse hole. The dildo felt cold and I could feel a layer of jell
had been applied to its length. Miss pressed it deeper and it slid between
my checks. I held my breath waiting what I knew was to come. The tip
pressed into my small arse hole, and its sheer width forced the holes edges
to expand. The length resumed its passage into my hole and it barely
paused. Miss kept pressing forward and that stretching of my hole became
faster as the thicker parts of the dildo slid in. The pain became much
worse, and I found myself screaming into my rubber ball gag. But forced
entry didn't pause and I felt as if I was being torn in half. The pain
became almost to much to bear, but as soon as it became to much, it
eased. My hole had been expanded sufficient to allow the remaining length
of the toy to slide in, to fill my arse hole. Madam rode me as a bull would
ride its cow.  Her trusts filled me and she didn't pause as she sought her
own satisfaction. I could feel her as she rode me in and out, never
stopping. Then with one final trust which threatened to pierce me
completely my mistress came. She held the dildo deep into me as she rested
her body weight against me. Mistress and ridden her cow and in doing so had
both come and taken me to another layer of depravity.

A lot of sissys experinces are guess work on my behalf, but I hope I
haavent dissapointed or spoilt the tale for anyone who reads it/ Fed back
as every welcome.

Oh and the picture Pete loved, it is real and quite special!

Shaz