Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2000 02:59:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: Steven Learns a Lesson

Some weeks after my first and only boy-slave's arrival, I am relaxing
on the toilet as Amanda slides my douche nozzle in and out of my cunt.
She is usually wonderfully attentive in this process, using the gushing
little cock to bring delight to every bit of my horny vagina.  Normally
she leans toward me every once in a while to give my clitty a quick
lick, which makes me shiver all over.  But today she seems distant,
performing her task in a graceless and mechanical way.  I hook a finger
under her chin to lift her face.  "What's the matter, my lovely little
slut?" I ask her, and she gives me a worried look.

"It's Steven.  I don't like what's happening to him." Amanda tells me.
The years have taught me that disagreements among my sex-slaves always
lead to poor fucking, so I encourage the girl to tell me more.  "He
says he shouldn't be here, that he is becoming a super sex machine, and
he should be able to go out and have sex anywhere and anyhow he wants.
He says there are lots of women who would let him fuck them, and he
doesn't need us any more."

I should have seen this coming.  Steven has experienced a bit of sexual
freedom, and it is natural for him to want more.  I think for a bit,
then order Amanda to hand me the cordless phone.  I poke the buttons of
a number I haven't called in a long while.  "Hello Shannon!  It's
Gloria.  I need a small favor, and it's worth a few hundred to me...  It
should only take a couple of days of feeling uncomfortable, then an
hour or so on Friday evening...  OK?  Good!  I need for you and your
sister to not have a shower or do anything to clean up, so you are
really ripe by Friday.  That's right.  I want you both to be totally
disgusting when my new boy Steven walks past your place..."   I finish
giving instructions to the neighbors who live near the general store.

A bit more than 48 hours later I summon Steven, and I notice a distinct
swagger as he enters my presence with his perpetual hard-on leading the
way.  I carefully avoid looking at his young manhood, framed as it is
by pink lace garter-belt and stockings.  "Steven," I tell him, "We have
run out of whipping cream for Crissy to spread on my pussy.  I want you
to get some regular clothes on and get some from the general store.
It's only half a mile, and Crissy will tell you the way."

Steven is astonished that I should send him off the estate, and his
sense of self-importance is reflected in the happy bouncing of his
cock.  He grabs the few dollars I hand him and rushes to change into
normal clothes for his unusual outing.  It is almost a month since he
has worn anything but ultra-feminine lingerie.  Once he is out the
door, my three delightful girls join me, and Crissy asks if I am sure
that my plan will work.  They all want the softer, more subservient
Steven back, instead of the cock-sure bully he has started to become.
"You'll see." I tell them, and perhaps the best way to tell the story
is to quote Steven's own words when he eventually got home:
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"I went to the store just like you said, and I was walking home with
the quart of cream, when this tall thin lady came staggering out of a
big front yard.  "Eshcuse me, mishter!" she called to me.  She was
obviously totally plastered, and I was going to try to go around her,
but she got right in front of me.  "Eshcuse me," she repeated, "Would
you pleash shtick your fingersh up my cunt?"

'Hey lady," I told her.  "I think you need to go home."

"Home?" she asked as if the idea surprised her.  "Ain't nobody at home
but my limp-dicked hushband.  I need a real man like you to make me
cum."

The woman had long scraggly hair that looked reddish in the moonlight,
and a short black dress that showed her elastic top stockings.  Her
face looked like she was 40-something, but her body was toned and
athletic looking.  Well, you didn't say I had to be home right away, so
I decided what the hell, and slipped my hand under her dress to grab
her pussy.  She was hot and dripping wet, with fuck juice saturating
her satin panties.

"Oooohhh, that feelsh nice!" the woman cooed as she threw her arms
around me, mostly to keep from falling over.  "I bet you have a nishe
big fat dick, not like that no-good hushband of mine.  Don'cha, Dick."
It was like she thought my name was Dick or Richard or something like
that, but I wasn't going to bother correcting a woman whose alcoholic
breath almost knocked me out.

Partly to get her face away from mine, I told her "You bet, and I'm
going to fuck you with it just as soon as you get it out and suck it
real nice."  I gave her pussy some extra hard rubs, using my middle
finger to cram her panties up inside her fuck hole.

"Oh, Dickie boy," she breathed as she slid down to her knees and
started to fumble with my zipper, "I'm just gonna gobble you right up!"
 Somehow she managed to undo the fly of my jeans, and pull them down
enough to let my cock spring free.  My cock-head almost smacked her in
the mouth, and she looked up at me, "Ooohh Dick, you're so big!"
Without a moment's hesitation she sucked almost my whole tool down her
throat.  Being drunk out of her mind sure didn't hurt her cock-sucking
ability, as she took me so far down her throat that her nose bumped
against my pelvis.  I grabbed her auburn hair and started to slide in
and out of her mouth, fucking her hard and trying to ram my tool even
farther down her throat.

Suddenly a voice called out from the back yard where this drunk lady
had come from.  "Sheila!  Where are you?"

Instantly my drunk woman yanked my cock out of her mouth and reached up
to try to indicate to me to be quiet.  Unfortunately, in her inebriated
state she grabbed my quart carton of cream.  She grabbed it so hard it
exploded, showering my stomach and her face and shoulders in the thick
white contents.  I threw the now-useless carton away.  "Thash my
shishter!" she said with a conspiratorial wink.  "She doesn't even have
a usheless hushban' like me.  She could use a good fuck too!"

Somehow my drunk lady managed to climb to her feet, using virtually
every part of my body for support.  Dragging me by the cock, she pulled
me through the gate into her big yard.  There we were met by a younger
version of my captor, with paler reddish hair but the same lean and
stringy figure.  "Thish ish Dickie-boy," my woman announced, "an' he'sh
gonna fuck me shilly!  Arn'cha Dickie boy?"

The younger woman looked horrified by the sight of her older sister
drenched in what must have looked like a quart of cum all over her.
Then she looked down at my erection and said, "Sheila, I don't know
where you found him, but I want him after you!"

I figured that it was time for me to assert myself, so I told them as I
stretched out on my back on the soft grass, "No need to wait!  Both of
you just pull your panties off and Sheila can have my cock while you,"
I nodded to Sheila's sister, "can sit on my face.  I promise I am an
excellent clit-licker!"

The two women thought that was a great idea, so I lay down on the thick
grass under the full moon, with my cock sticking straight up in the
night air.  Sheila pulled my pants off, so I was naked from the waist
down, and enjoying the cool night air on my balls.  Meanwhile Sheila's
sister pulled her light cotton dress up over her head, then pushed her
cotton panties down her scrawny legs.

Sheila didn't even bother to remove her satin thong.  She just lifted
her skirt, pulled aside the crotch of her underwear, and squatted down;
impaling herself on my raging erection.  She was hot and she was wet.
As she began to bounce up and down on my cock, her cunt gave off
constant slopping and glopping noises.  I never fucked such a sloppy
noisy pussy before!

Sister meanwhile imitated Sheila by lowering her hairy twat onto my
face.  She had the most awful stinking fucking cunt in the world!  I
started to retch as she mashed that horrible pussy down on my mouth.
In desperation, I figured that maybe if I licked her pussy clean, it
wouldn't smell so bad.  So I attacked the loose lips of her sex with my
tongue, sucking and pulling on her pussy lips just like you've been
teaching me, as I tried to find her clit amid the putrid folds.

Sheila's hot wet cunt felt so wonderful as she frantically rode me up
and down, her strong vaginal muscles feeling like they were trying to
rip the jism out of my cock.  I felt myself about to explode, and that
indescribable feeling of having the swelling cum welling up in my
cockhead sent me into a madness of lust.

But the revolting stench of the sister's drooling pussy kept making me
gag, so that I couldn't actually squirt my load into Sheila's hot
sopping box.  The totally repulsive conditions at my nose were keeping
me right at the peak of ecstasy in my cock!  I never had the peak of
orgasm last so long in my life!"

("You never had the peak of orgasm at all until you got here a few
weeks ago." I interjected dryly.)

Steven paused and looked at me, then continued, "Finally my tongue
managed to probe far enough to sweep across the sister's hard swollen
clit, and she came with a great spew of fresh, clean fuck-juice.  Oh,
the relief from the stench of stale crotch-rot was amazing!  It almost
washed clean the previous stink.  Suddenly my cum erupted from my
deliciously aching cock, flooding the wonderful wet grasping vagina
that was still bouncing up and down on me.

I couldn't believe the blessed relief as Sheila screamed something
about cumming, and her cunt muscles rippled up and down my shaft as she
went rigid on top of me.  Her sister fell away from me to lie on the
midnight grass.  The sweet night air returned, and I was left with an
aching heat in my cock where my cum had built up until the moment of
release.

But it turned out that Sheila hadn't had enough.  She wanted me to suck
my cum out of her cunt, so she got up on top of my face, facing my dick
in case she wanted to suck it some more.  I started to lick up and down
her pussy folds just like you told me.  Then she told her sister, "Look
at his cock!  It's still ready for you.  You can fuck him with your ass
if you want!"  The sister perked right up at that, and crawled over on
top of me with her back to Sheila, who managed to hold my cock steady
while her sister ground her dry ass down over my tool.

Oh Mistress, that woman must have been eating nothing but peanuts for
days, because the shit inside her ass hole scraped up and down my cock,
and it was really painful.  Then just as I was sort of getting used to
it, Sheila let loose the biggest fart in history, with her ass hole
right at my nose.  I thought I was going to die.  I'm sorry I didn't
come back with your whipping cream.  Please forgive me.  I promise I
won't ever fuck anyone without your permission again!"

When Steven finished his story, I glanced around at Crissy, Amanda and
Toni; my three little female fuck-slaves, and winked.