Happy Birthday, Cully-boy" by Culburn Castleberry

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"Happy Birthday, Cully-boy"

by Culburn Castleberry

Part One.


"C'mon, we'll drive up and stay over a couple nights. I want your birthday to be special, sweetheart."

I did not like celebrating my birthday. But, I always enjoyed Las Vegas.

"And you cleared this with him?" I teased.

"Of course. He'll live a weekend all by himself."

We left crack of dawn and arrived too early for check-in, but, they made an exception.
I wanted some, but, she stalled. "Tonight, Dale, after, after dinner. Okay?"

I was going to hold a grudge and force it, but, decided to just let it go. She'd shown me her paddle when we were packing the night before. "Look, Cully." It was round, and it was black, bushy on one side, bare leather on the other. Girl rarely used the bushy side. "I am going to put this to good use. I'm not going to turn that ass black and blue though, uh, uh, but, I am going to loiter within that vicinity." She cracked the bare side on the bed spread. "Thwack!"

Getting a spanking out of that woman is like pulling teeth. I was shocked. My groin reacted thusly.

We finished unpacking, freshened a bit and went down to look about the casino and do some shopping.

We ended up exclusively in the shops. "Please, Cully, I'll make it up to you, pumpkinpuss."

It was fine with me. I was looking forward to an extended dinner and then upstairs where her paddle awaited. I'd insist, well, not insist but rather beg to reverse course after I'd been beaten and spank her. "It is my birthday, Girl, please?" I figured I stood a 50/50 chance of getting my way. And if she turned me down, I'd take it like a trouper.

I remembered DeNiro's advice in "The Fan"---"Don't get greedy, son, don't get greedy."

Girl will talk to anybody, about anything. Doesn't matter if it's man, or, woman. She'll strike up a conversation with store clerks and cashiers, etc.. I've never understood it, I won't talk to a living soul outside her and the children if I can at all avoid it. Not her. "I learn a lot, Dale." I just quietly drift away when she starts up. I used to protest and act impatient, you know, show my ass. She set me straight early on and I've behaved myself ever since. You can push Girl quite a bit, but, when the end is reached, it's hard to turn-back-time. I've learned that lesson the hard way numerous times.

My stomach was starting to growl as we left a boutique.

"Honey-bun, why don't you take these packages back up to the room and I'll do a little bit more shopping then join you and we can go to dinner. How does that sound?"

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I'd had a snack and was just finishing dressing for dinner in the other bathroom when I heard Girl come in.

She tapped on the door. "Cully, c'mon, out."

"Okay, but, hustle that bustle I'm starvin', puddin-head." I don't think she heard me because she didn't acknowledge my salutation. I finished combing my hair, tossed on some English Leather and retied my shoes.

I was buoyant. "I'm going to order one of those crème bru le' for my dess..."

"Cully, this is Rosie. Rosie, this is my husband Cully."

Surprisingly, she looked familiar. How could that be?

"Hi, Cully."

They were seated on the couch. My first thought? "We're not going to dinner with this stranger, GD it! No." I wanted Girl all to myself, so, I could pontificate about all manner of current events and of course (him).

I got my shit together though: "Hello, Rosie, so nice to meet you." Her hand was velvet soft, nice, warm and dry.

"Rosie is the sales manager at Zenda's, Cully. Remember?"

That's where I'd seen her, by God!

"Can I speak to the manager please?" She'd been summoned. "I have never been in such a fine boutique. Your staff is so competent, I just had to tell..."

"Absolutely. Sure. I remember.........wow."

I'd no sooner broke hand clasp with Rosie when Girl clasped my hand. Velvet soft, but, a might moist. "That's where I went back to after you left to take the packages back here."

Girl wouldn't let go.

"Cully, honey, Rosie is going to spend the night with us, well with me, in our bed."

My mouth went bone dry. I mean nary a drop.

She'd no sooner turned loose of my hand than they touched and closed hands together.

I was grateful that a sitting chair was close by. I sat heavily into it, all 3 of us were seated now.

"Happy birthday, darling."

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"Would you like to freshen, Rosie? C'mon, I'll show you the way."

Risen, I vaguely remember them passing by me and a fresh scent of a woman wafting close. Rosie's scent I imagined.

I needed a drink even though I don't drink.

She came back presently.

"Dale? Cully, Cully-boy? Are you alright, angel?" She clasped and clapped my hands.
She was on her knees at my feet.

"I need a drink, Girl."

"Nonsense. You don't drink."

"I know, but, I need it, bad."

"Nooooooo. You're being silly."

"Girl, what is this all...?"

"Your birthday. Your special birthday. Rosie is a nice girl, a really nice person, Cully."

I started to query...

"But, Cully, no more questions. Understand rubber band?"

I started up again...

She put her finger to my lips. Shhhhhhhhhhhhh. Don't wreck it, Dale."

She untied my shoe laces, while softly humming some inane tune I recognized but couldn't tell you the title if my life depended upon it.

"Some rules, Dale:

Rule 1: You may not join in physically. Rosie forbids it.
Rule 2: You may not sleep in our bed with Rosie and I. We forbid it.
Rule 3: I am boss until Rosie leaves sometime tomorrow or the next day.
Rule 4: Be unobtrusive, Dale. Please, darling. Don't make a scene. Watch, listen, do not speak.
Rule 5: Obey all rules, and there will be other rules for sure. But obey without exception, or comment."

She slipped my shoes off. Goddamn that felt good.

I had such a boner, my dress trousers were majestically tented, but, bless her heart she paid no never mind.

"Will you agree and will you obey, yes, or no, Dale?"

I needed a drink and a million questions answered, but, perhaps if He didn't exist I'd persist. But, He did and so I wasted no time in egotistical meanderings. In the car, on the drive home I'd meander and then get 'em answeredPERIOD

"Yes, Girl. I-swear-to-God."

"Go into the bedroom and prepare it for Rosie and I like you do back home for you and I. Push a chair in a darkened corner where you can see from, fetch your KY, some towels, cover that chair with a fresh sheet, undress completely, sit down and wait. You may have a soft drink if you'd like. Pour champagne for Rosie and I, do that last, we want it chilled."

I'd gone dry again.

"Go."

I couldn't get up. I tried, but, I knew my legs wouldn't hold me, so, I didn't attempt it again.

"Thwack!" She smacked me, right across the mug. She'd thrown things at me thru the years, sure, but, had never hit me.

"Go, Dale." It wasn't a command. It was a warning. And I obeyed.

When I risked a turn I saw Girl disappear into the same bathroom that Rosie had went into. Just a flash of pink flesh was discerned. That girl, that Rosie girl was naked in there. Nude!

I accomplished the litany she'd assigned me in stout order. The Coca-Cola hit the old proverbial spot like Billy-be-jiggered. Brought me around, I tell you.

I was tempted. I say I was tempted to sneak down to that bathroom and eavesdrop, but, in the end I didn't. I knew she wasn't foolin' around. She'd ban me and I'd end up in the GD casino all night while they were frolicking alone up here.

I was grateful for the darkened corner. Thank Christ. I'd lit enough candles for them to be seen, but, situated them in such a staggered regimen that I was hidden quite well. I didn't mind Girl watching me yank, but, a stranger? Lord.

I'd taken out Girl's vibrator set, but, thought better and put it back. "It's not on the list, a-hole."

"You're right."

I'd left my Fruits on, but, then yanked them down and off. "Obey!" Plus, they'd foundered under all the pre-come I'd leaked in the interim. "GD it!" I jammed 'em under the chair, wiped off a fresh bubble and eased back into the darkness, my trusty, I say my trust KY Warm Liquid at the ready. "I'm goin' twice tonight if it kills me, Dale. Me too, Dale. Good."

I tried to imagine what they were doing down in that bathroom together, but, I thought I might lose my mind if I didn't stop. Then I thought I heard giggling, but, it was just my imagination, I think.

I heard the door open and here they came...

"That's so sweet, she really sounds nice, Rosie. My mother is back in Ohio...and..."

Oh, my God, she wasn't talking about my mother-in-law was she? At a sexual time? I was incredulous.

Yes, she was. You'd think that thought would drain my boner? Uh, uh. Like a lead pipe.

That woman had haunted me ever since the day I met her when my mother called her mother and then drove Girl home after I'd hit her in the head with a snowball and made her cry. "How could you hit this child, Dale? Cub, come in here and see what Dale did."

"I'm reading the paper, mom!"

I liked her, that why I hit her with the snowball. Get her attention. Well, my mother drove her home, made me come along and explain it all to her mother.

My father, now finished reading the paper cuffed me on the back of the head as I was going out the door to my parent's Ford Country Squire Station Wagon for the pilgrimage. "Don't ever do that again, son. And stop and get a jelly roll at the Lawson's, mom."

Girl didn't stop crying till we got almost there then it started back up when her mother came streaming out of the house like a crazy woman.

I never liked that woman and I always will.

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I pressed back into the chair and the dark corner. My mouth was dry again. I was going to reach for the Coke, but, I was shaking like a leaf.

Both women were wrapped in bath towels. Those luxurious white ones that I can't get wedged in the crack of my ass so I don't use them.

"Thank you, Cully. It's so nice and cozy in this room. Really." Rosie

I held my tongue as I'd been told. And I'd remained seated instead of standing at their entrance. My naked state and engorged penis made standing vulgar.

"He's been apprised of the rules, Rosie, and will obey I assure you. I want you to feel comfortable and to home. You're our guest, Rosie. And you're most welcome."

This meant I'd be footing the entire bill. After years I understood fully and been apprised repeatedly that protocol. Early on: "We have to pay, Dale, it's the right thing to do." And I hadn't been on the other side of it yet, save when my parents came to visit and Him. He paid for everything, bless-his-heart.

"Honey, if you'll excuse Rosie and I for a bit, we'd like to try on some things I bought and Rosie brought along. We won't be too long. I promise."

I wanted to protest using my nudity and rigidity as reason, but, I'd been warned, so, I grabbed my Coke hung a towel on it and scooted. Rosie had the wherewithal to look away as I quickly moved out of the bedroom.

It hurt a measure when she closed the bedroom door behind me with parting guidance: "Go ahead and make up the couch for yourself, Dale."

Then threw the lock.

I felt rejected and alone, but, obeyed and made up the couch for myself. It wasn't near as comfy and loving as my couch at the house. And the angle to the television was all wrong. I'd have a crick in my neck within an hour. "GD it."

In retribution I strode to the closed and locked bedroom door, put my best ear to it and listened.

"Take My Breath Away" was softly playing in there. "What the fuck!" She'd play that occasionally when we "were being together."

I sat back down. Shortly thereafter, the lock was thrown, the door was cracked. and left ajar.

No verbal invite, just the ajar.

This was it. Do or die. Ying or yang. I held my trusty towel in front of my now flaccid groin and made my way.

It was that tape I'd made looping that song. They were slow dancing to it. at the foot of the bed. Somebody had lit incense & more candles. They paid me no mind, as if I wasn't there. I shifted to my corner and settled back in.

The wisenheimer had left a gaggle of mints on the table next to my chair. And a Sticky Note beneath the gaggle. "Love, love, love. G&R"

My sight quickly adjusted to the candlelight and shadows. They'd each donned identical shorty nightgowns , I believe a soft white cotton, but, I couldn't be positive, there was an intricate piping, I believe blue, but, couldn't swear to it.. Girl had retained the matching panties, but, Rosie had eschewed hers. They laid casually on the end of the bed. They'd drained their flutes, and had set them next to the ice filled champagne bucket. The bottle was still right side up.

Rosie had an exceptional bottom. I hadn't had a decent chance to scrutinize her either in the boutique downstairs, or, in the living room out there. It was round and it was full, the crevice long, yes, and I believe deep. Couldn't be sure, because of the lighting, but, it looked rather deep.

I think Rosie was leading. Girl had laid her noggin on the woman's shoulder. Yes, Rosie was holding her.

I'd become engorged again, but, paid it scant attention. Just covered it with my towel.

There were whispers twixt them, but, I couldn't make heads nor tails of the content. Not even close. And there were sighs along with those whispers. Whispers and sighs. Rosie incessantly whispering to her, Girl sighing in response. I'd started to rise from my chair without even realizing it. I quickly took root again.

Then clearly. "Yes, you may, Rosie." Clear as a bell. I'd find out on the drive back home that was not only for Rosie, but, for me. "Of course, Cully, it was all for you, and of course for Rosie. Now, keep your eyes on the road."

With that surrender, Rosie lowered my wife's panties, removed them, sniffed them, made Girl sniff them and then tossed them atop her own discarded panties. I wondered if that protocol had been observed with Rosie's panties. I was sitting out there when that perhaps took place.

I withered a bit, like a bitch. I tried not to, but, the moan did eke it out. I don't believe they heard me. I scolded myself silently.

Girl, remained passive. "I wanted her to pursue me because I knew that is what you wanted, darling, and what Rosie wanted. I saw you. I thought of nothing but you, Dale. Don't speed, I don't want to have to make it right with Smoky like what happened in Nebraska."

We were driving back from a day trip into Papillion. She'd masturbated 5 consecutive times, her feet propped & locked on the dash board, legs spread wide as I'd sped thru the night on 2 lane highway like a mad man to get back home so I could nut inside her. Her incredible screams at orgasm escaping thru the open sun roof where she'd tossed her panties out just after we'd passed that water tower with the Butterfly painted on it. The flashing red lights were a shock. What happened in the next half/hour a bigger shock. But, that is a story for later in this infernal Corona hiatus.

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Rosie traced Girl's split slowly back and forth with her right index finger. Girl had turned her face and now had it close to Rosie's neck, right in there, her arms, her wrists crossed behind Rosie's head like in the movies. Rosie held her tight with her left arm.

About every circuit she'd bring her finger close to her nose and inhale. There was no furtive looks at me, no hanky, no panky that-a-way. Uh, uh. I did not try to initiate it either. For once I kept my mouth shut and my ass in the chair.

More whispers from her to my wife. More sighs, near imperceptible shakes of her noggin by my wife. "I was playing possum, Cully. For you. For her. I wanted her to kiss me, but, I wanted you both to wait." I slowed a bit. I wanted the trip back to last as long as possible. Once back home it'd be different. It would never be the same. I knew that as sure as the turnin' of the earth.

"Uh, hmm." Clear as a bell. Finally permission granted.

No. "Cully, could you pour us some more champagne." Not a question so much as a command. Not from my wife either.

The tenor of this woman, this stranger's voice was filled with genuine caring, dare I say, love? I dare: "Love, love, love. G&R"

I obeyed. I passed this {} to these women and they never hitched an iota. (Berlin) kept it up, the girls kept the pace, slow and languid. I shook when pouring but made it okay. There'd be enough for perhaps one more pouring, a short one. Swiftly and quietly I assumed my seat. I made nary scene.

They did not partake immediately.

Girl likes her champagne. Girl likes to party. Dale doesn't drink. Dale doesn't party.

"Qui, mademoiselle, qui?" Plain French.

"A perfunctory sigh, then surrender: "Qui Rosie, kiss me, darling girl, Qui."

I have a suspicion their first kiss was not the first time they kissed. I have never asked and I never will.

It started out closed mouth, just soft lips joined. As the kiss progressed their mouths opened just the slightest. "She went first, Cully, I swear. Then I allowed her tongue to penetrate my lips and on it went."

Rosie's hands fell to my wife's backside, cupping the full cheeks, testing their weight and buoyancy. They're very buoyant. I've buoyed them countless times, so, I know whence I speak, but, bless her heart Rosie did not, so, she gently worked Girl's ample buns to her heart's content.

The kiss finally culminated with Rosie softly raining butterfly kisses across my wife's face, ending at her forehead where she centered the last kiss.

"S'il vous plaît, Mademoiselle." Not quite a query as her queries before.

A slight shake. Resistance. "She wanted me to touch her butt like she was touching mine. I wanted to make her wait. I wanted to make you wait. There was no hurry. Remember, Cully, we had all night."

I wanted Girl to put her fingers in it. And Girl knew it. We'd exchanged fantasies thru the years. Well, not so much her. I'd dogged her with my fantasies was more like it. She wasn't high on fantasy, but, entertained the action for my sake, after a fashion, but, just in fantasy. "No, Cully, I'm not going to be with a woman for you."

"How bou..."

"No, and not a guy either.".........
........."It just happened and you've always wanted this, right?"

How could I argue, or protest? I couldn't. I didn't want to. "Let us proceed..."

Now I wanted to see this fantasy played out and she knew it. She'd taken notes in her gourd and when this weekend sprung Girl harkened back to those fantasies. I talk about my (notes) endlessly. Not her, she keeps them though, meticulously.

"I tried mightily to remember Cully. Did I do good?"

I took my hand from the steering column and found her hand. It was warm and loving. We clasped tightly.

"She was holding me so securely, Cully. I was so relaxed. Yes, from the wine, but, also from her presence, such a kind soul and your presence as well. You were quiet and respectful.

"Then what happened, Girl?"

"How bout luncheon, a table away from the hubbub. Make it happen, Cully, okay?

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It was twixt lunch and dinner so the place was mostly empty. Girl peeled off to the restroom.

"Something private, please." I passed a 20 over to a stunned and buck toothed local girl, Indian descent. I've always been partial to an over bite, but, this wasn't that day. I wanted to get seated and pump Girl whilst the pumpin' was good.

"Thank you. I have one just for you, sir." Not as "local" as I'd surmised. It was perfect, so, I decided to lay it on. I immediately ordered for us both.

"Evelyn, I'll pay up front. No need for change. No need for a receipt. No need for dessert. I pushed across a 50 spot."

"Goodness. Uh, of course, sir. Thank you, so much. It will be out shortly."

Girl was delayed by the gift shop. Had a stack of wampum, and for once literally. The food order beat her. A salad for Girl. A toasted cheese for me. Iced tea to drink.

"Enjoy, sir."

"Now, where was I, darling?"

"Girl, please."

She giggled. "Okay. She whispered that she wanted me to suckle her breasts. I started to resist, to decline."

"No, Girl, you must. I need you to nurse there. Maintenant, mademoiselle...now, Girl."

I'd heard the French and I'd heard the ending command. "We wanted you to hear. Rosie was everything, Dale." I checked Evelyn. She'd disappeared. My toasted cheese remained untouched.

Rosie's breasts were exquisite. Full, with medium droop, but, full, I repeat, bountiful. The aureoles a shade darker and pronounced, but, not vulgarly so as can happen. She'd dropped her shortie, it caught at her waist, naturally, and held there.

A whisper.
A sigh.

And Girl suckled. Girl nursed.

"Yes, little one, slowly, that's it." Rosie held her breast while Girl nursed. There was no hurry. We had all night.

"Now the other, baby-girl."

I eked again, below the speed of sound as Rosie held and Girl again nursed.

"Magnifique, little girl. Alimentation, feed be'be' alimentation, Qui, baby."

Near exhaustion, Girl ceased her feeding and once again hid her face in Rosie's neck area.

"Qui, little, one. You are so adorable, baby."

The near baby talk was exquisite.

Girl would grant that once in a blue moon. She'd not forgotten, bless her heart.

Plain spoken English: "Take me to bed, Rosie. I want to go to bed with you."

"Soon, angel. You must obey Rosie first, Qui?"

"I knew what she wanted, Dale. It was the same as you wanted, qui?"

"Qui."

"Did I do it, sweetheart?"

They maneuvered for my benefit. "That shift was for you and you alone, darling." When the movement occurred the trapped shortie nightgown dropped to the carpeting.

The tape ran out, she'd not put it on automatic reverse. "I forgot."

The silence was deafening.

I could hear,,,everything.

"Just a finger." Girl squealed. I felt my bag tingle

"It's okay. I promettre, little one."

"I will help, Girl." Girl squealed. "I know you love when I squeal."

Rosie divided her butt cheeks with the very tips of her nails, both sets of 5.

"Oh-my-God." I softly hissed, rose up on my haunches and zeroed in on her center. I was right, the chasm was deep, deeper than I'd imagined. The starfish was pink, declared and closed. "Oh-my-God."

"Did you hear me exclaim, Girl?"

"No. I was too far gone then, Cully. The champagne. The older woman. The softness, the candles, the warmth of the room. I wanted everything she wanted. I wanted everything you wanted. In that moment. In that instant. I wanted to be consumed not by woman, but, by this woman. And I wanted you to bear witness.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Girl, slowly inserted her right index finger into Rosie's rectum. "I buried it, Cully. It was hot inside her and so tight."

I eased back onto my butt, off my haunches. It had been done. The deed had been done.

I didn't hear a snap when Rosie turned loose of her cheeks, but, I've always imagined I did. Thwack/slight version.

"Once she released her cheeks my finger was more or less trapped, Cully. Honest to Pete, I am not exaggerating."

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I wanted to query about feces, but, I resisted the urge. It was over luncheon after all and I can be impossibly insistent, but, this time I surprised myself and kept my mouth shut on the subject.

"Yes, Girl. I'm going to move on it. Just keep it stiffened, angel."

Slowly she moved her body on that lone digit. Back & forth, around & around, in & out. I was in a boundless out of body experience. I could almost see myself sitting there watching these two women make love to one another.

"One more, please angel. I need a second finger." Rosie slowed and then held still. "Hold it, let me pry them apart for you."

"She was the one, Cully. She knew everything. I mostly went along."

Once again Rosie pried her cheeks apart. Girl's finger was buried in it.

"Now." Rosie bent forward just a measure to allow Girl ample room to insert that middle finger.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yes, my goodness, yes, Girl. Just like that."

"Cubby, how I got that 2nd one in there is beyond me and mine. It was like a vice. Hot, like in your dirty books, hot velvet. As a kick I crossed my fingers over as I started fucking her with them." I quickly looked about. We were alone. Our lunches undisturbed.

"Go on, Girl, please."

"She wanted to fuck me, Cully. Me. She whispered softly into my ear. So softly I could barely hear. 'I want to fuck you, Girl, in front of him so he knows and sees the fucking you receive from me."

Girl paused.

"What'd you say, Girl? Tell me, please."

"I did what she wanted and it was at that precise time exactly what I wanted. I wanted her to fuck me more than anything, I wanted that woman to fuck me. I whispered that fact back to her. I said and she swore that before morning she'd fuck me, she'd fuck my brains out. "I'm going to fuck your brains out, young lady. No man will ever fuck you like I'm going to fuck you. I promise you that, woman."

"Yes, called me (woman) like that. I wanted it more than anything I'd ever wanted."

I pushed my chair back. The screeching got the attention of the short order Indian cook thru the serving window. High cheek bones, et al. The grim look from me and he disappeared from the opening.

Girl laid it on me...

"Except for Him, Cully. Only He can fuck me better."

I didn't make the list, but, I knew that. And I didn't mind being usurped from the list by Rosie. I was just overheated. I couldn't catch my breath all the sudden. That near vacant dining room closed in on me. I stood & wobbled. I have to take a leak, Girl."

"You okay, boy?"

She could bust a ball with the best of 'em. Damn her.

Yeah, I just need some cold water.

On my trek to the can I waved Evelyn off. I didn't want her near that table, GD it. "We're gonna be a while longer."

"No problem, sir."

The cold water brought me back to the fore. I didn't have to piss. Dried off I repeated the process.

"Cully, you're as white as a ghost."

She thought Rosie could fuck her brains out. I'd show her how to fuck her brains out once I got her back in that fuckin' house. Fuck it, who was I kidding? If I lasted 3 minutes I'd be lucky. "It's okay, Cully, there's always tomorrow." Damn them!

"I'm fine, where were we?"

"Can I order dessert?"

"No. Tell it, Girl."

"I thought I saw pie up behind that counter." She winked at me.

"Girl!"

"You know the rest, right?" I did but I wanted her to tell it. She had a way of telling it I couldn't touch for money, marbles, nor chalk.

"Please, Girl, I need it. Say it."

I scooted back in quietly, she scooted forward.

"Somehow she relaxed her sphincter muscle and both fingers popped out, Cully."

I remembered.

"We held each other, Cully. So quiet, remember? I didn't want to let go, and I wanted her to take me to bed."

"You're mine tonight, little one. Come, come with me, Girl. I want to show you, everything."

I heard all of that pronouncement, clear. It was as if Rosie was speaking to us both. A final declaration that I was not to be included. And I had nary intention of trying to force my way in. I'd be grateful not to be exiled from the bedroom.

I genuinely did not have an inkling as to how Rosie was going to fuck my wife's brains out.

Girl, after all was said and done knew. She knew everything.

(END OF PART ONE)

[Spurs Homer]

wtf

"english leather"


hahahahahahaha!!!!!

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wtf

"english leather"


hahahahahahaha!!!!!

lol!!!

[DMC]

Being cucked by a bitch.

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Being cucked by a bitch.

In for penny. In for pound.

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In for penny. In for pound.

At least you embrace the cuck

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At least you embrace the cuck

Fortunately, or, unfortunately it is undeniably a part of me.

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"Happy Birthday, Cully-boy"

by Culburn Castleberry

PART TWO:

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There was, I say there was a mirror at the head board of that bed, that king-sized bed.

Before I met Rosie I was going to situate myself, then mount Girl upon my staff to avail us a function of that mirror. We have a similar mirror back at the house, not as big, and of course I am no longer permitted in that bed, a queen sized bed. Oh, I lay on it during the day and read my books, watch the TV in there, nap, etc., but, I no longer mount Girl upon my staff there so that I may avail myself the vision of her magnificent ass in that mirror's reflected truth. "No, Cully."

And I would not have her mount me here. But, that mirror was a wonderment. I saw so many fine reflected angles of the girls in unbridled passion. And there were unintended secrets revealed in the hours that followed thru that mirror.

"I watched you thru it's reflection, Cully. We watched you."

She brought Girl to the side of the bed closest to my station. "She led me by the hand. I was so wet, Cully. I could feel my wetness on my upper thighs."

She removed Girl's shortie nightgown. Then Rosie surprised us both, and nursed at my wife's breasts. "I was so surprised, Cully. It felt so wonderful, so intimate. She made my breasts wet."

I could see Rosie nursing thru that mirror. I had a perfect double exposure, if you will. Rosie's bottom, that magnificent full crack right-freaking-there, where Girl's fingers had just been buried, and then to the left a fine projection of Rosie "feeding" at Girl's breasts.

As Rosie "fed" Girl softly buried her nose in Rosie's hair, exchanging soft kisses for sniffs again and again.

There was a gentle sway to Rosie's bottom as she suckled. A near imperceptible motion that I've never forgotten. Years later as I reflect upon that weekend I realize more and more Rosie was one of the most selfless people I've ever encountered.

Then Rosie, now finished raised her mouth and engaged Girl in an open mouthed kiss. The bedding of Girl was imminent.

I'd not forgotten that Rosie had been amiss in not penetrating Girl's bottom, but, I wasn't about to make an issue of it. Didn't even pass my mind to raise my hand. But, note had been taken.

They clutched each other's backsides as the kiss went on. That vision of pink & white, the soft curves and the fullness of female bodies is one I will take to the grave. I began to relax in the moment. An end by masturbation was not my sole aim, for once. I felt secure enough that this night, at least this night was not going to be snatched away from me by happenstance, or, folly, or, immature actions on one of our parts. Yes, I was going to be able to stand the gaffe. I recognized that early on in the evening that the catalyst was not Girl, no. No. The catalyst, the key, was Rosie.

"Please. I don't want to wait anymore. Please, Rosie." That wasn't an act. Girl was flushed, pale as a ghost. I could almost see her chest rising & falling as her heart beat in rapture. And I thought I'd be envious, of not having a place in that bed with them. No, I did not belong there and I knew it. I deserved to be a near infinitesimal light, a tiny drone silently hovering in the corner.

Girl waited no more.

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[Spurs Homer]

After splashing some english leather...

did you wear your “corinthian leather” leisure suit?

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After splashing some english leather...

did you wear your “corinthian leather” leisure suit?

No, but, the shoes were the white ones.

[Spurs Homer]

No, but, the shoes were the white ones.

platform?

lolol

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I'd been wise to pull the blankets and top sheet down and had neatly folded them at the foot of the bed when I was prepping the bed chamber earlier.

"Let's lay down, angel girl."

I was pleased, I say I was pleased as punch when Rosie arranged them head to toe. Girl's head was at the mirror.

I still could not make out Rosie's groin area. Of course I knew of Girl's attribute of same, so, it was no big deal that Rosie was blocking that area. The mirror helped a bit as it reflected the space twixt the two girls, as they lain, to a an extent. Sure, I was a bit hindered, but, I found if I raised back up on me haunches the view had more clarity. I hopped up quietly and settled down nicely.

"It's okay, baby, I'll go slow."

"Oh, God, this is going to feel so good, isn't it, Rosie?"

"Yes, baby, I'm going to take care of my little girl now."

"Please, Rosie, please."

"Please what, baby? Tell Rosie what you want."

"Oh, God, please, Rosie, please lick me,,,,,,,,,there."

I jacked up a bit on the crouch. If the chair gave way the racket would be unworldly. I risked it and it held fast in the ranks. Never flagged, never failed. My knees were on fire, but, I'd locked them and I'd deal with them on-the-morrow.

With the rise Girl's light brown muff came into view. No muss, no fuss, no tattoo, no crop, no fancy shave. No shave. An American pussy. An American girl and her pussy.

"Such a beautiful little girl. Yes, I'll lick you there."

"Oh-my-God."

"Close your eyes, baby." Thru the mirror I saw Girl obey.

Girl never spread her legs. And Rosie didn't spread them. She burrowed her head twixt them so swiftly I was at a loss. I was flabbergasted.

Thru that mirror Rosie's head was set, perhaps stuck twixt my wife's thighs like it belonged there, had always been rooted there. It was crazy and it was sublime.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Rosie.
Please Rosie." Like a warning.

Then an unrecognizable wail from my wife. Like she was crying. Again and again and again Girl wailed and cried out. Rosie's head was still. There was no movement. And I of course I could not see what was going on across to the other side.

I felt cheated, but, when reciprocity did occur, I realized the girls had chosen well after all.

Rosie reached over to my blind spot and did something to Girl.

"She stuck her fingers in my ass, Cully. The first three, just after she'd captured my clitoris with her tongue."

The response was immediate and it was incredible. It was a feral scream. Not at orgasm, mind you, I know that scream like the back of my hand.

This scream was something new, something I'd never heard come out of Girl's mouth.

"She did something weird with those fingers, Cully. I don't know what it was, but, I nearly lost my mind. And my clit felt like it was the size of a softball and was separated from my body. You have no idea, my friend, trust me."

Rosie held her at that pitch for a while. "She wanted my first orgasm to be special. That we would never share a first orgasm again. Yes, Dale, that's what Rosie told me later when we were in the bathtub together."

Then movement of Rosie's elbow. "She was going in and out of my butt hole with those fingers. Slowly, yes, but, completely in and out each and every time. When the fingers were out I wanted them in. When they were in, it was too much, but, I didn't want her to remove them. I was losing my mind, Cully. I kid you not."

Girl went on: "When she swallowed my clitoris I couldn't hold on any longer. That's when I screamed so loud."

She'd screamed before at fulfillment, but, not like this. It was surreal.

Not long afterward Rosie jack-knifed her knee. Girl's turn had arrived.

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My groin reacted thusly.

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"What was it like, honey-bun?"

"I looked at it. She'd lifted her leg and folded it at the knee. It was all there, Dale."

I knew she'd licked it, but, I had to know what else. Eastwood's stock company buddy came immediately to mind: "I got's ta know."

"Did you..." I couldn't finish, so, bless Girl's heart she did it for me.

"I licked her every where, Dale, yes, her butt included. I even kissed and licked her asshole, Dale. Only the truth must be shared now. Yes?"

"I God's, Girl." I was incredulous. I was bamboozled. Undone. "Yes, of course, the truth, yes."

I wanted to inquire as to the details, but, I didn't have the nerve. Girl knows me since we were children so she went ahead.

"It was earthy, it was incredibly intimate and I knew exactly where I was at throughout the entire time. I wanted to, Dale. I wanted to crawl inside that woman. And hold her inside of my body, my very being. She'd licked me there, do you understand, honey? She attached her mouth to my rectum, inserted her tongue until I thought I'd lose my mind. You have no idea."

Of course I didn't, years earlier I'd tried to get Girl to, well you know,,,"No, Dale, no."

"How bout if I do it to yo..."

"No Dale, no. I'm not licking your butt hole and you're not licking mine. No. It's gross."

I, of course did not bring that unsavory business up on that drive back, or, since.

They remained locked in that position thru one orgasm after another. I did not lose count. Though I cannot speak for Rosie. I believe she spent, but, I don't know her physiology, so, there's that. Girl knew, but, I didn't go there. Something told me not to, so, I listened to that something for once.

4 times for Girl. Billy Bob Thornton's "Davy Crockett" has nothing on Girl. "I'm a screamer." My ass. Santa Ana this!

Exhaustion quickly overtook my wife. Rosie extricated herself from the tangle and enveloped Girl in her arms and then the sheet and blankets.

Girl actually fell into a deep slumber. I knew her breathing pattern. She-was-out.

"I was so tired, honey, I couldn't help it. And I wanted to cum yet again! I begged Rosie."

"No little one, you sleep now, angel. I'll hold you till you wake. I promise. Then we'll start again. Qui?"

"She wouldn't do it again. I don't remember anything after that, till, well you remember."

At that point I figured I'd better scoot. The party, at least for now was over. Rosie was gently stroking Girl's tossed hair and whispering words of endearment to her when I tried to tiptoe past with all my shit.

"Cully, thank you so much." I froze.

She was speaking softly into the mirror so as to not disturb Girl. "You're a good guy. Girl is a lucky woman. I'll take good care of her while she sleeps. Okay, Cully?"

I was dumbfounded. "Bless your heart, Rosie." I met eye thru the reflection, a slight nod and I was thru the door, careful to close it after me.

I sat down on the couch, alone, reached for my KY. Then decided to deny myself my onions, called Room Service and ordered that Crème Brule I'd promised myself what seemed like a lifetime ago.

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The Crème Brule was as usual, to die for. I enjoyed it over a real find. A Three Stooges Festival, Curly's only on a local Vegas TV station. The sugar kick slowed me down to a crawl. I wrapped myself in a hotel blue blanket and was soon asleep.

A blood curdling scream woke me some time later.

"Girl!" They'd started without me. I switched off The Stooges Three, peeked around the corner to ascertain, I say to ascertain (the door). It was no longer closed as I'd left it, but, ajar, just an inch or two.

I successfully stopped myself from rushing in like a fool with a full bladder. I retreated, emptied said bladder, combed my hair, brushed my teeth, got a fresh blue blanket, and left my KY. I'd decided while watching Moe assault Larry that I'd wait as long as possible before achieving my nut. I could do it. I'd went days without breaking it in the past. I just couldn't remember those days exactly. I vowed it as Moe trapped Curly's head in a steam press.

"I'd woken as she was settling back into bed, Cully. I imagined she'd been doing what I was intending on doing: freshening, brushing my teeth, combing my hair, you know."

I cut her off. "You were intending,,,you wanted to continue on with her like..." I trailed off.

"Of course, honey-bun."

I was a bit taken aback. Felt like a mule had kicked me in the solar plexus. I wasn't jealous, though a bit envious. I wanted to be in that bed with at least one of those girls, and it wasn't Girl. I'd found Rosie to be overwhelming. Plump, juicy, warm, pink and white, like a Swift's Premium Butterball. Over night & Stooges I'd fallen in a sort of love with her. I did not and have never told Girl this. But, Girl knew. Girl knows everything.

"Go on."

"You're not mad are you?"

"No, just a little...well, turned on. Please go on,,,uh,,,,,,pumpkin."

"I was gone maybe 15 minutes. Rosie was sitting up in bed smoking a cigar. No, I'm just kidding, Cully. You're so serious." Our laughter brought me around.

"She was waiting for me."

Again I interrupted: "Were you naked, Girl?"

"No, I'd grabbed my panties and night gown."

"Should we open the door so he knows it's okay, sweetheart?"

"Sure." I went over and opened it. "I'll go and take a peek, Rosie, see what he's up to."

"Hurry back, little one, I have a surprise for you." I felt a bit bad then because I think she thought I didn't want to be with her."

Girl quickly added: "But, I did. You were conked out: TV on, Stooges on, just like at home." She giggled.

"When I came back, I left it open a little bit and got back in bed. Rosie had kept it warm & cozy for me.

"Give me your hand, angel."

She guided my hand beneath the blankets and to her cock, Cubby! I jerked my hand back."

"No, it's okay, sweetheart."

"Rosie, my Lord." She pushed the blankets off exposing her phallus.

"It was incredible, Dale. She'd mounted it on some black harness type thingy that was attached to her body, Cully. It was long. It was very thick. And it was pink, like a natural color, like yours and Michael's. It even had testicles, like a set of balls. She'd had it made special to her specs."

"That's what you're going to fuck my brains out with? Isn't it too big, Rosie?"

"No, trust me, you'll love it."

"Well, okay, if you say so. How do we start?"

I reflected to myself:::'Well, okay, if you say so. How do we start?' But, TO-MY-SELF!

"You'll go down on it for a while and nature, trust me, Girl, shall take it's course.

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"I didn't go down on it at first. We petted & necked for a while."

I interrupted again. "Did you touch it all when you were petting & necking?"

"Not really. I may have inadvertently bumped into it from time-to-time, but, not really on purpose. I just knew Rosie wanted to kiss me, a lot."

'And pet." I barked to myself. I cringed a bit, in rapt almost dreaded anticipation.

Girl did not flag nor fail. "And I wanted to kiss her a lot."

It hurt me, I say it hurt me that I was not present for this interlude. GD it! I wanted to hear Girl tell it, yes. I really did, but, I wanted her to tell it after I'd actually seen it live, not second hand like this. I didn't want to start a row though. A row now would be calamitous. I do not know what stopped me from instigating said row, but, I shut up and soldiered.

"She was playing in my nest while we kissed, Dale. Her fingers were doing crazy things in there."

I interrupted again. "Did she play with your butt?"

"No, this wasn't about that."

I interrupted again. "Did you play with her butt?"

"Dale!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, go on."

"Seriously, Dale, c'mon. Her fingers were deep in my pussy. Felt like her whole hand, like was fisting me. Remember when you told me about that, about fisting, honey?"

'Yeah, yeah, yeah, I remember, I remember, get on with it.' I thought that. I did not say that.

"Sure. But, she didn't fist you, did she?"

"No, I'm almost positive she didn't."

I wanted to cry I was getting so frustrated! 'almost positive?' To-my-self.

"I was getting close to orgasm, Dale, I could feel it building like a skyscraper, like the Terminal Tower (Cleveland). I was going there. Rosie knew exactly how to work me that-a-way. And I could not wait. I wanted to release. To scream. To release. So, you'd know. As a signal to you as well as a precious release. I needed it. I was going to scream bloody fucking murder. I could tell when I was sitting on the bidet in there that I'd not had near enough. I was just getting started. I was going to be able to go all day and all night. She was there for it. You were there for it. I was there for it. This was it and I knew it. It was crazy, Dale. Right?"

I couldn't figure how much was truth and how much was ball busting. She liked to bust my balls when the mood struck her. And by God, it had struck her, pole axed her sweet ass.. She had me at the disadvantage of not seeing & therefore not knowing what she'd seen and what she knew.

I bristled at the notion, at the reality and held onto that steering wheel with every ounce of my fleeing reservation.

"I forewarned Rosie, out of respect. I did not know her schedule for this, our early morning rendezvous."

"Rosie, I'm starting to get close to it. Please. Please, Rosie, tell me what to do. I want you to tell me everything to do. I need you Rosie to tell me. To teach me. Everything."

She released her touch. I wanted to scream.

"To teach you what, little one? About what, Girl? He's not here now, he's sleeping like a baby. Our baby boy. You can say it. I won't tell him, I promise."

"Rosie, I can't."

"C'mon, Girl, you want to, yes?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I can't. I won't"

"He's not here. Say it!"

"No."

"Say it, or, I'll bring you early and not again." She put her fingers back in it, down there."

"Oh, God, Rosie." I restarted the ascent to the heavens. I wanted to live there at the place where she'd first taken me the night before.

"C'mon, baby girl. Tell Rosie."

"I surrendered, Cubby. I had to. And it's just a word, just a silly word, I swear it, boy."

I knew what was coming before she uttered that word. And I was right.

"Teach me, Rosie, teach me everything about it. I want you to teach me lesbian. Everything. Lesbian, lesbian, lesbian."

"Oh-my-God, Girl." Me

"Don't-get-mad." Girl

"But the children. Me.......Michael!" Me

"Don't panic! Don't overreact! It's going to be alright. Girl

"Alright, my ass." Me

"Boy, I was just kidding." Girl

"Kidding, my ass." Me - I'd swung onto the shoulder, off that two lane death trap twixt Phoenix & Vegas.

"Busted, boy, busted!" Girl

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"Careful, Dale, this is a death trap thru here, sweetheart." Her tone, her tenor changed just-like-that. She'd gotten me---right thru the gut.

Dead silence.

"I crooked the next exit." A convenience store with gas pumps. "Morty's?" Oh, Christ, the gas was probably a mixture of oil & water.

"I'll have a Mountain Dew, baby boy. An-icy-cold-Dew."

I was going to slam the car door, but, I didn't want to overplay my hand. So I didn't. Damn her.

Topped the tank. Got the drinks & a Caramellow bar to share/3 chunks each. "You may have 4, Cully." I watched her while waiting in line. Had those smart ass shades on. He, Michael had bought them for her. "About $300. More."

"What?"

"Yes, he likes me in them, especially when I'm naked and I'm on top like I am now with you, Daleykins." My nut broke shortly thereafter. About a fortnight ago, maybe longer.

She was on her phone. With him. "I'll call while you're getting the gas and the other stuff, so, take your time. Cool down and I'll start up again when we start up again. Savvy? Chop/chop now." I thought I heard her throw the locks, but, I wasn't positive. Yes, I was. They'd been thrown.

Standing there I thought about Presley and his recording: "The Wonder of You."

[Guess I'll never know the reason why
You love me like you do]

Damn this girl! Kept me "on the prowl, on the prod, on the cantankerous side" about all the damn time. She caught me starring at her from the car. Of course. She pursed her lips, not once, but twice, then snapped her noggin back forward, still in connection with him, w/Michael.

Michael. I believed heartily he hated my guts.

"No, he doesn't. He just loves me, like you do."

"Do you mind if I switch this Mountain Dew, sir, with a fresh one. I need it absolutely icy cold."

"No problem, bud. Knock yourself out."

I heard the locks release. "How is he, Girl?" I handed over the Dew. She placed it on first one cheek, then the other. Flipped down the mirror and preened. "Cully, Cully, Cully."

"He's fine. Wanted to know if I could make it late tonight. He's missed me, Dale."

"That'd be okay, I wouldn't mind, really I wouldn't, Girl"

"That's what I more or less told him. That I'd be there at midnight."

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"Cully, before I start back up with Rosie I have a surprise for you. You know today is your actual birthday. You're my little birthday-boy, Cully."

I'd forgotten all about it.

"Sure, what is it?" With Girl, it could be anything from a pet donkey to an Electric Football Game.

"Keep your eyes on the road, and listen to me carefully. I mean every word, baby-boy..."

"Happy birthday darlin' I've no presents no fancy cake
But I hope I'll make you happy with everything I take

I'd like to take away some of your lonely moments by spendin' more of mine with you
And I'd like to take away some of those so-so kisses
And replace them with ones that really say I love you
And I wanna take away the doubt you sometimes have about my love
By showin' more much more that I've shown lately
And then if someone should ask you what I've got you for your birthday
Well you can say why she didn't give me anything but she sure took a lotta things away

Happy birthday darlin' I've no presents no fancy cake
But I hope I'll make you happy with everything I take

Happy birthday darlin' I've no presents no fancy cake
But I hope I'll make you happy with everything I take

Happy birthday Cully-boy"

The tears came then. I tried to stop them, but, it was futile. They'd been due since I'd walked out of that bathroom, into that living room and found Rosie seated there.

"You're my little Cully-boy. My-little-boy. Mine. All mine, Dale."

She broke open the Caramellow. "Open your mouth, sweetheart."

Now, where in the world were we, pumpkinpuss? Oh, yeah, I remember." She opened the glove box, removed her shades, placed them carefully inside and closed the lid.

"Rosie slid down on the bed and had me climb over and straddle her head-to-toe."

"Let me. I'll pull your panties down. C'mon, baby."

"I did as Rosie commanded, Cully. I wanted her to direct me that-a-way. I didn't want to be responsible. I didn't want to know wrong from right. Or, is that right from wrong?" She giggled.

I was no longer mad, I was so much in love I was about to burst.

"Situated properly I felt her blow breath on my booty hole thru those white panties, Cully. Cubby, it tickled. In response I wiggled it, a bit in front of her, Rosie's face."

"You're my girl? My little girl?"

"Yes, Rosie, always."

"But, I'm your little girl first, right Cully? Remember, you told me that in Junior High, remember, boy, in the hallway at Ford?"

I remembered. I remembered everything.

"I-remember-everything."

"Me too, darling. You and I, at the start. What'd he say in his song, Cully, you've always known? You know, you're the one, Cully. Tell it. Testify!"

"We walked the walk, vowed the vows and made the start."

"Goddamn right, boy."

"You're squinting, Girl. You'll get lines. The shades, they're in the glove box."

"You're right, darling."

"Tell it."

"Start with just the head. Once in, don't let it out, breath thru that pretty little nose, pumpkin."

"I'd no sooner cleared the head of her cock than I felt my panties being tugged down past my booty hole, Cully. I was fresh though, the bidet, Cully. We have to get one at the house. Though the boys will have a field day with it. Forget the bidet." Girl's laughter filled the car.

"Cradle the sack, the testicles, Girl. Careful. Be ever so careful."

I never understood lesbians and the use of the strap-on. What's the point, the end game? They won't frolic nor mate with a man, but, they'll strap a cock on with unabashed joy and abandon. Of course I didn't voice that confusion to Girl, but, I recalled it.

"I did as I was instructed. The sack was so soft, but, bloated, the testis larger than yours, but, not as large as Michael's." Girl giggled again.

She could go tonight, but, she'd leave with a poot full, or, perform a douche', by God.

"I hefted them again & again. It was fun. She, Rosie kept blowing softly on my balloon knot. Remember Cully that's what you called it that time. Her breath was so warm and good. I was ready to orgasm. All I needed were her fingers inside me, either hole, or, her to swallow my clitoris. I still can't understand how my clit is still attached down in my no-no secret place, Cully. My pussy. My little pussy, Cully. My pussy. My pussy. Mine."

I had an idea. Like a crown block had hit me. And Girl, no arguments, no pissin', no moanin, well moanin' & screamin', yes, & Girl, bless-her-heart agreed to it, on-the-spot.

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Happy Birthday, Cully-boy

by Culburn Castleberry

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Less than 10 minutes later Girl was nude, nary a stitch. Arn!

"Here, open your mouth." She jammed her panties in my mouth. "Breath thru your nose. Bonus! No more interruptions."

Her laughter wicked and hot.

"Smell it."

It was pussy.

I kept an eye on the traffic, but, with 2 lanes we were safe, if I didn't swallow her panties and choke to death smashing head-on into Vegas bound Arizonans.

It was almost a relief not to have to converse. I needed to keep my mouth shut more often.

"Lick the sack, Girl, take your time and isolate each testis, hold each twixt your teeth, but, whatever you do don't bite down. You'll rupture the sack. Please, Girl, be extra careful."

"Cully, as I followed her instructions she licked my booty hole. Oh, smell it."

It was pussy.

"I know what you want, Cully. I know what you're waiting for too. You're such a bad boy. A naughty little boy. My mother warned me about you."

Oh, God, not my mother-in-law again.

"Your mother too, Cully. She warned me about boys. That she loved her boy, but, not to tease him to a point. I teased you too much?"

I nodded, the panties soaked to the point where I could breath easier now.

She laughed heartily. I loved...no Cully, I love teasing you. Here, smell it."

"Butt!"

I nearly got those panties past my ever present tonsils & uvula. Dragged 'em back with trusty tongue.

"You nasty, naughty boy! Girl's booty scent. What'd Daddy say to Kobe, you bitched about it no end with the children? Oh, I remember..."taste my ass!"

I mumbled thru the panties in fitted rage.

"What's that? Oh, yeah, Kobe: 5, Daddy: 4. If I heard it once I heard it a thousand times from you and the boys."

I nodded in triumph.

"Again, though a deeper, more ample sample. How do you say it to those Spurs boys:::oh yeah, (tee, hee.)"

Butt! I looked in the rear view mirror, but, my nose was clear of any "debris."

"Wicked-little-Cully!. I'm gonna crush those tiny balls tonight when you ejaculate, little boy."

I was trembling like a tuning fork, making pitiful animals sounds. Mewling. I'd chewed thru the panties with my incisors. I wrapped my late father's Masonic rings in those torn panties. "Damn, Cully, Girl is gorgeous."

"Yes, Pop."

"Sssssssssshhhhhhhhh, Cully." Her voice had stabilized. It's arrival was imminent.

"Momma is coming in hot. Like a pistol. Grip the wheel, boy, and steady as she goes. I want this one to be everything for us. For-all-of-us, Cully...10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3...

"Michael!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A brainstorm hit as she reported her lover's Christian name. I mashed the power buttons and both windows dropped an inch. Thank Christ, I feared she'd a busted both.

The scream was incredible. A record setter. Boundless, endless, as we hit the peak and started our descent into the basin. Sea level beckoned the Cubby, our eardrums blown out ahead of the default line.

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It was simply incredible the difference in temperature from the peak to the floor. I put the A/C on blast.

"Cully, wait till I'm dressed! I'll catch cold. I'll have to go sans panties, huh?"

I'd put the wet, gooey lump under the seat. I dealt with it later that night after she'd left. "Gotta have something to stem the flow. I do not want to ruin this dress. Is it safe still?"

We'd hit 4 lane once again. "Yeah, it's good."

"Tampon time." Her feet returned to the dash board. "Keep your eyes on the road, Cully." I wanted to put my whole head up her ass, road or not.

I always enjoyed watching her, period, or not insert that thing. She'd always smooth out the little dainty white string, make a bit of a production of it. Sometimes even let me smooth it, or, in the cycle extract it, pull that white string. "Not too hard, or, fast, be gentle." Occasionally she'd have a "dry socket." Most times she didn't. "Cully, don't sniff that! It's gross. Good Lord, boy!" The same action, the same admonition. I loved it so.

Gross, my ass. I'd a sucked it thru if I didn't think she'd hit me over the head, or, I might get sick. But, I intended to, some day. Like a bucket list thing."

"You're gonna do it when you get there?"

"I'll have to, he'll be waiting. All done, see?" I looked, soft downy medium brown hair and that pure white string. "Switch her back on the highest setting, boy."

"Does he ever pull it?" I knew the answer. I'd queried the same a hundred times.

"Of course not. Only you do that, Cully." Same answer, though like it was the first time I'd queried it. "And he'd better never. That's my thing." Then quickly queried:

"Did you tell him I pulled it?" I'd queried the same a hundred times.

"Of course not. We don't discuss my feminine hygiene methods and practices."

I'd been fascinated since High School when she'd used Kotex pads. "Can I see it?" In her parents basement she showed me a white one and then later in the evening before it was time for me to go home. [Girl, it's time for Cully to go home now, honey.] the same one, in bright-red-blood before she wrapped it ever so neatly in light blue toilet paper and set it in the waste basket in their downstairs bathroom. It was so neat. I didn't sniff it, but, I did think about sniffing it. My mother had had a hysterectomy soon after my birth because of cancer, so, I didn't know how that system worked till Girl.

I'd wait her period in worry each month. There was no good reason, none. "No, Cully, no. After we're married." And no, by God, meant no. But, all the other kids and couples were worrying, some coming up pregnant, so, I figured I should worry. And I could worry with the best of 'em. A lot better than most even.

"What position is Michael going to take you in when you get there?"

She liked to play this game, get me goin', then sometimes drive off directly to him. He'd moved into his own home, out on the range a bit. Built Girl a bathroom in it with a Jacuzzi bathtub. (Thought about driving out and surprising them some time. Be sitting in the damn thing with all her bubble bath up to my ding dong when they got back from dinner). Had a horse, a palomino like Mr. Ed. (Thought about cutting it's head off and sticking it's ass in their bed when Girl was in our bed.). 40 miles from nowhere like he was afraid I'd drive out. Maybe 20 and I'd a shown up & loitered the oleander line, but, not 40. "Haaaarumpf!" Most of the time she'd tell me how he'd separate then set her ankles on his shoulders, (I could hook 1, never both ankles, ever: "No Cully, just 1.") then command her with his eyes. "Please don't hurt me, Michael." She'd plead (in that voice) & drive him. This was one of those times:

"He'll probably set my ankles on his shoulders, like Rosie did."

It was when I'd went in after waking to her maniacal screams.

"You were there for that, Cully. No secrets, you saw that."

Indeed I had.

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They were cuddling when I eased into their bed chamber. Whispers & sighs, side-by-side beneath bountiful sheets & blankets. The smell of woman, of women caused my blood to thin and cease coagulating. They didn't even look up and acknowledge my arrival. I felt infinitesimal all over again. Was I going to be exiled from the room, from the group? Sent back to Phoenix on the Greyhound: "I want to spend time with Rosie, alone, Dale, I'm going to help her with the boutique, be her assistant. Leave the car, take the bus and tell the boys I love them and that mommy we'll be back soon and then you and I, Dale...will talk." Would Michael come up and be there new paramour? Was I their first paramour? Or, the infinitesimal schnook like in that movie "The Incredible Shrinking Man?" A sickening shot of being desirous of that exile, (but not the rest of it for God's sake) so that I may contemplate my wounds and then proceed to lick them in banishment & ignorance (250 miles to the south) caused me to stumble a bit on the way to my chair.

A giggle quickly ensued. Was she laughing at me? I was doubly crestfallen to submit that it wasn't Girl who had done the deed. And it was a charming giggle. Girl must have taught her. Girl loved to giggle. "You love it, Cully." She'd made an art form of it thru the years. "Do you want me to giggle when you spunk, darling?"---"Yes, oh, God, yes, Girl."

But, back to Rosie: I was falling in love with her. She had substance, a way about her that made my heart beat like a trip hammer. I'd keep my love for her secret like I kept my love for many a woman secret. Girl didn't want that, & she didn't want to hear it. She'd made that quite plain. She wanted Michael, but, there would be no quid pro quo. No. And that was Jake with me. I didn't want a "Michael." I wanted to keep my secret loves just that, secret. And I wanted Rosie to giggle again, but, instead they began lovemaking that would lead to sights as stunning as I'd not seen since early in our marriage.

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"He'll see. He'll see it." A terse whisper from Girl. Meant to be heard.

"Yes, I wanted you to hear me, Cully. She'd whispered softly into my ear just before I transferred it out to you..."Go on, baby."---She'd directed me."

See what? Rosie raised up now on her glorious, and thick haunches to push the sheets and blankets. To make room for their lovemaking. To afford the schnook a fine view? To...what the fuck? Oh-my-Lord. I'd seen them in the "dirty book stores" of metropolitan Phoenix.

"No, Cully, no, I'm not going to strap that..." But, that is for another story during our "Count of Corona" Festival.

That was not going to fit into my wife was my first response. My second? The black strapping to hold it in place upon Rosie's bountiful waist, hips, thighs and crotch framed her bottom to an absolute glorious pitch. It made Rosie's crack that much more longer. Sure, the crack at the small of her back defined itself, yes, but, it just kept going till it disappeared into the morass of her most intimate treasures, and that tiny inch twixt the sun & the moon. I wanted to sniff there, to linger and loiter there, to suck every drop from each orifice till she lived in my body.

Rosie, Rosie, Rosie.

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She mounted Girl, covering Girl's frame with her own. "It's not going to fit, Rosie." I pantomimed.

I didn't care & still wrapped in the blue blanket I stood. If she was going to fuck my girl with that cock the least I could do was to stand in solidarity as the sacrifice was offered & accomplished.

I was engorged, the head piercing the opening in my blanket. My trusted Cyclops friend---I loved my friend. I pulled back soft folds of blue flannel and compared what I'd seen to what I saw. It might fit after all.

Their breasts were gently matched together, Rosie's bounty enveloping Girl's diminutive stature ever so femininely. Girl moved to cup Rosie's bottom cheeks. Rosie forbid this intent by capturing Girl's fingers in hers and lacing them perfectly, then pinned their clutched hands above their heads close to the headboard.

Rosie bobbed the tips of their noses together---whispered to Girl of "love." I swear I think I heard that word enunciated. Whispered again and Girl opened her mouth and extended her tongue a slight distance. Rosie caught same with the edge of her teeth and the kissing began, exclusively in the French.

The moans, the rasping for air as they'd fight for it, before denying themselves once again in the search for fulfillment. Girl's adorable squeals. Rosie releasing their finger clutch and initiating a soft scratching of each others palms with their manicured nails.

Finally a movement down low. The strict linear set of the women was marred, gloriously so by the parting of Girl's knees. Nothing overt, nor vulgar mind you, just a pure parting. The first offer to the imminent sacrifice.

Back to laced fingers, squeals from the girl, direct intent by the woman and the French kiss. Ever so slowly Girl's knees rose & spread. It was near imperceptible movement, but, undeniable nonetheless. I saw it happen. There was no doubt. Coitus was a foregone conclusion. I'd locked my knees as they screamed in protest. Too much time crouched, too much Crème Brule, I could go on, but, I won't.

Rosie broke the kiss, Girl gasping for air, moaning, sighing, squealing.

"Yes, baby-girl, it's time. What did Rosie promise you?"

Oh-my-God.

Girl went right-away: "You'd fuck my brains out." Uh, oh, Girl sounded different. A trance like quality tinged "that voice." I checked the Champagne, but, the original bottle was still upright.

Maybe she needed to eat something. I was starving to be honest. I could eat.

"Yes, baby-girl, Rosie is going to fuck you now. Nice and slow. There is no hurry, little one. I'm going to take my time and do-it-right."

"Cully."

I thought I heard my name called like in gym glass. My mouth fell open and I too rasped for air. I'd forgotten to breath.

Again. "Cully." It was her! It was Rosie.

"Rosie? Excuse me, uh..." I petered out to silence.

"You can come, honey. C'mon, Cully, come to Rosie."

"Right, little girl?" Just sighs and a soft squeal from Girl, her eyes more than 1/2 closed.

I do not remember making the short trip over. Nary a step. I just found myself bedside, more toward the foot than the head.

"Mr. Cully, can you be trusted to remain silent?"

"Yes, Rosie."

"Mr. Cully, can you be trusted not to touch any of the 3 of us?"

"Yes, Rosie."

"Mr. Cully, can you be trusted not to interfere in any way, shape, matter, or, form?"

"Yes, Rosie."

I'd taken on the same damn trance that seemed to have possessed Girl.

"Sit there at the catty-corner." I knew what a catty-corner was, I just could not for the life of me bring the term to the fore.

Bless this woman's heart. "There, at the bottom corner."

She'd never moved her head.

I was in! I'd made it onto the bed. The mattress was too hard. "I'm better off on the couch." I teased to myself.

It was a bit uncomfortable, I had to twist about in order to get a stout view, and I ended up, yes, with a crick in my neck, but, I wasn't complaining. The scent, their scent was intoxicating this near to it. And I could not have been more than 10 feet away in that chair, but, being on that bed? The difference, was night and day. I was tempted to reach out and touch them, but, I never even thought of doing that. Seriously.

Instead I portended to look at the macro, but, in reality I was concentrating on the micro, the micro between Rosie's bottom cheeks. A little flexing, a jerk here, a spin there (the kind of movements that happen during intercourse) and I'd see that knot. There was absolutely no doubt in mind.

I-was-in! I'd been promoted. I was pissin' with the big boys...the girls, anyway. I was one of them, well almost.

"Yes, baby. Yes, Girl, mama is going to take special care of her girl now."

Rosie caught my eye in the reflection of the mirror. Her smile was warm, honest, and most of all...filled with love.

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and take it to her grave she will

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obedient dale's favorite BLT used to be a sandwich

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obedient dale's favorite game is "call of doody"

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obedient dale's favorite bird you ask?


the swallow

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Rosie raised her hips a measure. I had a sneaking suspicion Rosie had a lot of experience in this arena.

"Ya think?" Silently I mocked myself.

Then, ever so gracefully Rosie gained her knees. Intercourse was minutes, perhaps seconds away. All the prep, all the teasing, all the tormenting, all the shopping, all the crouching was over. I silently eased my upper body on back so I was aligned with her crack. The crick wasn't going away. I bore thru it and it's pain. I saw her balls then, the same ones that Girl had allegedly sucked and been warned not to bite. Girl was right, they slung low and did indeed look heavy, full. My meager scrotum was no match that was for certain. How could this have happened? The old man had a tremendous sack on him. As a child I'd watched him urinate sitting in the bathtub. That gene had passed me by like Billy-be-jiggered.

"Christ!" To myself.

She raised her haunches a bit more then clutched her cock. Again she caught me in the mirror, slanted back like a damn stick figure. A slight nod from her and I was in like Flint. She wanted me to look, to see.

"Of course she did, Cully. We both wanted you to see everything. It was your birthday present, sweetheart." That voice.

She must have placed it at the entrance to Girl's honey pot.

"Yes.........." Girl, in the same unworldly tone.

"My-little-girl." Rosie, in the same in control voice. She was our stalwart. Our mother hen.

She flexed and I'd been right all along. The balloon swelled causing the knot to wink at me.

She wigged her fanny just enough to illicit comment from us both.

"Yes........." Girl, in the same unworldly tone.

I blessed the ground Rosie lived on. To-my-self.

"Long way to go, baby. Such a sweet little Girl. I could fall in love with you, angel."

Oh-my-God.

"Yes........." Girl, in the same unworldly tone.

I couldn't see my wife and made no move to compensate. I was exactly where (crick be damned) I wanted to be. Well, within agreed upon parameters, yes.

She was hirsute quite a distance into the crack, the crevice from the vaginal base. I like that in a woman. I've seen 'em hairy almost all the way to the small of the back. That's too much. But, this was perfect. I wanted to tug gently with my teeth that growth of dark brown hair. I wanted to lean in close to the escape portal for a scent of any manner of available fume, I would not differentiate, nor judge, no matter what, no-matter-what, I swear I wouldn't, but, alas, I didn't dare. No. She was giving. I didn't want to take. To grab and then have to "run." Nope. But, I wanted to so fucking bad.

She lifted her hips.

"No.........Girl, in a regretful unworldly tone.

"Deeper.........Girl, in an insistent unworldly tone.

"Do you trust me, little one? Do you trust Rosie?" Then, the kicker she'd attack me with before the clock struck midnight. "Do you trust, mama?"

"Yes.........Girl, in the tried & true unworldly tone.

"That's my little girl. I'm going to take you places you've never been, angel Girl."

Hell, I'd never taken her to this place, let alone beyond. I was always trying to get back to the damn cable.

"Girl, I got like 500 channels & 1000 movies."

"That's good, Cully."

She wiggled it again, this time more majestically.

"Yes.........Girl, in an insistent unworldly tone.

She gyrated it at a more pronounced circuit.

"Rosie........." Girl, in an insistent unworldly tone.

"Yes, baby, tell Rosie. Tell her everything."

"I'm going to be able to cum so easily. I can feel it everywhere. I'm hot, Rosie. I'm so hot. If you just touch me there it will be enough and I'll explode. Please, Rosie, touch me, there. I'll do anything you say. Please, Rosie, please?" - un-worldly-tone.

I was enthralled. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. What the fuck was she doing to her under there? And it wasn't fake. I knew fake. I knew Girl. And this was not fake.

"It wasn't fake, Cully. It was all real. It wasn't like your Professional Rasslin'. I-was-not-faking."

I was going to put her to the test. She'd never tell an untruth when I'd asked to (swear to God).

Shit, me? Please. After the first couple of blatant failures, Girl never brought Him into it again.

I did not put her to that test on this information and I'll go to the grave not doing so.

"Are you going to sleep in my arms after we're finished, Girl?" Rosie.

"Yes, I can't wait, Rosie. It's so warm and cozy there in your embrace. You're so warm and safe, mama."

"A quick one then, baby. Just a quickie since you've been such a good little girl. I'll get a good rhythm going, a good stroke, about 1/2 it and then I'll set you free. Understood, baby-girl?"

Oh-my-God.

"Where's Cully, mama? Is he okay, Rosie?" A mystical quality to the tone.

"Yes, baby, our Cully is right here, close by. I promise, sweetheart."

I leaned more to clear the side and nearly lost my beacon. No good, still couldn't see the youngster. Came back & lodged myself once again in the sweet spot. My lower back had begun to cramp. Crick & cramp. For God's sake.

"Good. I'm ready, Rosie." I could not discern the state of that tone. My back was throbbing.

She drew her hips back and her cock nearly out.

"I could only feel the tip.
I felt empty.
I felt forsaken.
I felt barren.
I wanted to die, Cully. I needed her buried inside me, or, I-would-die."

Girl-did-not-die.

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Rosie's corkscrew maneuver was simply incredible to behold. The corkscrew in slow motion is adequate, but, frustrating in the long run. Sustain the corkscrew, remove your governor and it's decimating. She'd refined the practice and the result was astounding. It was her signature move.

I'd tried it at the start with Girl, but, I did not have near the technique, nor 1/2 the stamina that Rosie possessed & exhibited. She never lost her breath, or, was even short. She never cheated the protocol, but, saw each and every one of the multiple, consecutive campaigns thru to it's finish, leaving Girl totally ravished. She put Girl quickly on the edge of orgasm and kept her there. Only release remained. "Such a sweet little one to open up her pussy for Rosie. Such a beautiful little pussy you have, Girl." Girl was panting to beat the band. She implored Rosie to finish it.

"You're eyeballing me, angel?"

"I love you, Rosie. I want to cum and I love you. You're everything, Rosie." That voice.

She tried to snake her hand between their bodies to her nest to bring an end to her glorious suffering.

Again, Rosie foiled the attempt, laced their fingers and pinned her hands above their coupling.

"Okay, baby girl."

The grace in her re-positioning was amazing. She like climbed, planted her feet anew & took fresh root. She wasn't goin' anywhere.

"Oh, no, no, Rosie, please."

"You wanted it, youngster. You're going to get it."

"Cully!!!" Her panicked wail. I was powerless in the presence of this woman.

I rearranged my position in the hubbub of Rosie's re position. She rolled Girl's legs up, spread them and then trapped them with her own. It happened so quick I audibly gasped.

"Nooooooooo, please, you'll hurt me. No. Cully, please, no. Make Rosie stop. Stop, Rosie, stop! No!" Girl tried to break free, but, Rosie had a strength, an agile power that was out of this world, I'll tell you. Some people are like that I've learned. You'd never know it till you touched them, been in their aura, their grip, their station of power. Rosie was that kind of person. I know whence I speak.

I didn't know why "no" didn't mean "no" in this Vegas hotel suite, but, it didn't. It meant yes. "I wanted to egg you both on, Cully. (No) meant (Yes). Was I positive? No. Did I want it precisely like that? Yes. Was I afraid? Yes. Was I terrified? Yes. But, I wanted to be. I wanted to be frightened. I wanted to be stuck out on a limb, for you, boy. For you. I wanted to give you everything I had. I'd made a commitment and I was going to see it thru, for you, for Rosie and for me. I trusted Rosie. I thought I might get hurt, but, I knew Rosie would never hurt me. I realize that doesn't make a lick of sense now, but, when she was above me like that and I was trapped helpless to stop her and I saw that cock at the ready I wanted it and not only the 1/2 I got in that attack, but, the whole enchilada which I received in the last attack."

Girl continued: "Neither of you would let me take that cock up the ass, but, I regret letting you make that decision for me. I could have taken it, Cully. The smaller one was fine---you found that out as well, right? But, I could've taken the big one in both holes."

Rosie collected & she palmed the frothy juices that had formed in Girl's heated crevice and smeared them at the opening to Girl's wonderland. I wanted that froth, that food of the God's, that potent mixture of everything good & pure. It was super food. I wanted to feed on it, but, Rosie put it to better use.

All I could do was watch as the assault took place. The only way I could differentiate Girl's screams from the wages of the attack and righteous release was when Rosie's hand dipped into the fucking place. Where man and woman fuck. And where woman and woman fuck. There was no difference, none appreciable in the decibel reading had there been such a reading. And how Rosie managed to keep the entire length of that cock from driving deeper into Girl's adorable quim remains a mystery to this very day.

Girl's cries in the immediate aftermath of pain & pleasure, of the unknown & total rapture were haunting. I'd held fast in the ranks. I too trusted Rosie. We'd both fallen in love with this woman. It would be a trust that would test me.

That test was on it's way. It's vehicle? The girl & the woman.

Turns out both drove shotgun.

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"It's been taken care of, sir. By Zenda's. Ms. Antonius has seen to it."

Greedy me, I couldn't resist---they'll never know I asked: "The room bill?"

"Yes, sir, everything is complimentary. Your money is no good in this hotel. Oh, and have a most pleasant day. Good morning, sir."

I saw him out the door, tossed the blanket, grabbed my sack and hopped up & down like a mad man. "My money is no good in this hotel!"

I could calculate on the fly with the best of 'em and calculated my naked ass off to the tune of...well, a lot of smackers. "Check it!" They'd left the bed, hand-in-hand, bottoms pink, white & full.

She'd been direct: "Cully, Girl and I are going to bathe, please change the sheets, tidy the room and have coffee, tea and crumpets brought up." Rosie, closed the door behind them, but, I was almost certain she'd not thrown the lock. I scooted over and pressed my ear to the door. Damn thing was too solid. I could hear muffled female voices and water running, but, that was it. I dared not try the lock.

I figured out the televised room kiosk, and depressed the crucial button after closing my eyes. I peered thru. -0-. Zero, zero, zero. My Crème Brule zeroed out. It was all true. We'd been comped!

A stay at home dad I could change sheets and tidy a room like the wind. I'd no sooner accomplished my tasks than the lock slid & the bathroom door edged open, steamed heat puffing thru the sliver of opening.

"Cully." It was Ms. Antonius. Rosie's voice.

"Come in here, Cully."

I adjusted my blanket and padded over. It was a bathtub built for two. "C'mon, Girl, let's splurge, it'll be fun to take a bath together." That-would-not-happen.

I could barely make out thru the steam the lay of the land. The toilet and bidet were on my left, the Jacuzzi tub straight ahead. A glass enclosed shower to my right with a rain shower head. Twin sinks to the left of the tub.

"Close the door, Cully." Girl---giggles all around. Except for the giggles it sounded a lot like at home when I'd come into her bathroom as she bathed to talk about Michael. "Close the door, Cully, it's cold. You have the A/C too low."

I obeyed.

The bathtub, built for two, held two, a woman & the girl. They were so wet & shiny, their hair wet, straight & shiny. Girl was near unrecognizable, but, it was Girl. It was.

"Come here, sweetheart." Rosie

I was her "sweetheart?"

They were in each other's arms, a massive bubble extravaganza covering their nudity, Rosie's breasts floating, breaking thru the bubbles, or, so I imagined.

"That's far enough." I halted, head almost too far in front, the steam made the blanket a bit scratchy. I wanted to cast it off & climb in. I quickly judged there was indeed room for me, room for 3, easy.

They were lounging against the long side. "Wow." I choked out.

"Have you done as requested?" Rosie

"Yes, yes, I have. The rolls and fruit are on the cart along with the coffee, tea and cream. Everything is in order, uh, Rosie."

"And the bed?"

"Oh yes, I've changed the sheets, pillow cases, what not and redid up the room.. All in apple pie order."

"Isn't he adorable, Rosie?"

"That's all. You may go." I was crestfallen, undone, not wet, nor shiny, but, I turned, I had no other choice.

"Oh, one more thing, Cully." Rosie. "Two more of the bath towels please, there." She extended her arm and pointed to the closet next to the sinks. Her breasts were indeed floating on the bubbles.

"We'll serve ourselves. You may avail yourself, do not loiter, then shower, not here, there, then remain there and your wife will collect you. Understood?"

I understood that the other shower didn't have a rain head. But, I didn't squawk. I obeyed with a dab of informed sass:

"Yes, Ms. Antonius."

A giggle emitted. Girl

Score one for me.

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As I scrubbed down in the squalid shower conditions afforded me in the off bathroom I conjured all manner of expectation as to what would befall me upon my collection.

Standing stock straight I wolfed down a coffee and a cheese Danish, careful not to spill liquid nor crumb. The Danish was to die for. Fresh, quality abounded in the pastry & the cheese alike. Absolutely scrumptious. The coffee nothing to write home about. I tidied up a last time, secured fresh clothes, pressed my ear a last time and fled their bed chamber closing the door behind me. I imagined Girl's scream from the other side of that fortress of a door, but, it was just that & no more.

I washed my hair twice, shaved twice, the second time going bottom to top, careful not to draw Castleberry blood upon the twin blades that Wilkinson Sword had manufactured.

Combed it straight back, utilizing a substantial portion of a small tube of hotel hair gel; now my hair too was wet & shiny. Dressed quickly in a white t-shirt and blue jeans, my finest pair of Levi Strauss & Co./full seat. Fruits pulled to snug my steadily filling sack. Barefoot I approached their bed chamber door. It remained closed. I checked the floor beneath to make sure one of the girls weren't standing there listening to me. No, natural lighting was evident. Female voices murmuring in girlish conversation. They were doing as I had: breakfasting, dressing, primping, applying powder & make-up. Making themselves presentable, more beautiful, gorgeous if they did it just so, just right.

Yes, Girl's hand held hair dryer ignited in life. I knew that sound from a thousand mornings. It gave me cover to sneak and peek. She always blew it naked. Bend this way and that way so each portion would be affected. Swish it, then a deeper, then the deepest bend to stretch her body. "I like to stretch in the mornings, Cub." I'd hide at the advantage. She'd catch me occasionally and purse her lips, go on about the familiar method. I wouldn't come out from hiding at discovery. No, just watch a bit more than retreat to make her breakfast. "Girl's it's ready."

She'd come to the table and never scold me for peeking, or, catching me at it. Finished, she'd bring her dishes to the sink. I'd be wrist deep in Dawn. "Gotta run, sweetheart, I'm late, he's waiting." A peck on the cheek and out the door she'd go. I could see her departure thru the open kitchen window onto the porch. Sometimes she'd meet my gaze thru her sunglasses and laugh knowingly.

I kept the television off, couched myself and with thoughts of what I was saving (your money is no good in this hotel) dozed off.

"Cully? Baby?" Girl

I awoke with a bit of a start. I'd been dreaming of stealing off and going to that place where they let you shoot the sub machine gun. It was off the Strip, on Koval Lane.

I'd come to: "Oh, hi, honey."

She was naked, hair done to a t, make-up applied to a t, extra eye liner, black, her lashes long---she was bare butt naked.

"Cully, we have something for you. It's a special surprise just for you, darling. Do you want it? Do you want to come with Katie-Girl? Rosie is waiting for us. She's naked too, well, almost naked. Rosie's top is off and she's waiting for you. Do you want to come with me? I'll show you how it's gonna be. C'mon, baby."

She kissed me, her lips dressed in deep artery red stick. She left some, I could taste it. But, being a careful, anal type I queried thus: "It's not a trick is it? You're not going to hurt me, are you guys? You're not going to throw me out into the hallway, into the street?"

Was my money going to be good in this hotel again?

"No, no, angel. We're going to be loving and gentle, slow, time will stand still, even go back a ways. Girl promises."

Girl in the third person? I was careful, yes, but I'd also bent to the risk. Loitered parts of towns where I could get rolled, or, worse, killed, guns drawn upon me. A turning radius of my car from being shot to death. I'd went back. The black of night had a rapid fascination for me. A secret. My secret.

She straightened and held her hand out. Her little beaver, soft brown muff, laundered now, justified at rest. I took her hand and at equal parts of pull I reached my stature.

"C'mon, birthday boy, a present awaits." She held my hand firmly and led me into their bed chamber, her pink bottom undulating, with a purpose? The crevice impossibly long, that furrow deep. Rosie was there, as promised, topless as promised, a fresh pair of white cotton panties her lone garment, a substantial full cut.

Nevada light rifled thru the windows, the finest of dust particles highlighted.

"Make him naked, Girl, then bring him to me."

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"They'll be no hurry, Cully. You can take as long as you want, as long as you so desire." - Rosie

I felt different. Both women were talking to me so sweetly, so, lovingly, both at the same time it seemed.

One woman was undressing me.

"Put your arms up, sweetheart." Girl

"That's a good boy."

My perfectly white t-shirt was pulled up and off so easily. My head didn't get in the way whatsoever.

"Now your jeans." Girl

She was right in front of me, her breath festive like she'd been drinking something tropical. Her hands were busy below. I heard my belt smack itself, then when she pulled hard, my Alabama buckle gave way. I watched as she shot the Levi Strauss metal button clear and with both hands pulled my zipper down, all the way. I never had the patience to go all the way down.

"Do you need my help, little one?"

"No, Rosie, you stay right there. I'll have his jeans off, lickity-split. Then it's just his briefs left. He's about ready, aren't you, Cully-boy?"

Girl was naked & warm. I steadied myself on her shoulder as she removed my jeans one pants leg at-a-time.

"My goodness, he's tented his briefs, Girl."

"That's okay, Rosie, isn't it, Cully?" Girl sling shot my briefs over my erection initiating a twang effect before the organ slowed to a wavering stand-still.

My briefs pooled at my feet.

"Lift your foot." I obeyed.
"Lift your foot." I obeyed.

"Voila!" Girl

"Come here, Cully." Rosie crooked her finger at me. But, I was frozen to the spot.

Girl patted my naked bottom. "Go to Rosie, Cubby."

I couldn't move.

"I'll lead him, Rosie." She held my hand in hers and we started. I never thought we'd get there. Rosie kept getting further away.

"Cully, come nestle here." Rosie patted the spot and made room for me though I couldn't move again. I was frozen to the new spot.

"Climb in next to Rosie, Cully. She's waiting for you."

I had no idea what Rosie had in store, but, I knew it wasn't intercourse. Her panties, at full cut, were a statement. And I was right.

Girl finally dislodged me and assisted as I closed my eyes and nestled in. All at once I knew where she was headed. And I was right.

I'd begun to find a place of comfort there as she gracefully moved about to facilitate my maneuvering. Sweet spot achieved I kept my eyes shut, determined to wait her out. To brazen it out. She knew me.

"Darling, you may suckle, you may nurse." Ms Antonius

& so I did.

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I was perfectly content to keep my eyes closed. I wanted nothing more than to suckle and nurse as Girl had earlier. An unworldly sense overtook me, like I was drifting on a cloud, not one care, or, concern in the world. I had everything I'd ever had, but, had lost a long time ago. And I knew when the time had been and lost, but, I was able to let go of that weight, able to release that recognition without a second thought. I felt both thrilled and almost embarrassed, but, what embarrassment, if there ever was any, even a modicum disappeared as I suckled & nursed my hearts content. This woman, this wonderful woman, encouraged me, cooing close to my ear to slow my feeding, that we had all the time in the world.

"Watch, little one, Cully is feeding as you have, so many times before."

There was no nervousness, no second thoughts, or, guilt, just pure joy & seamless contentment.

"Cully-boy." Rosie held her breast while I fed. I'd found heaven on earth and would be content to stay there forever. I had no urge to go further, to reach with juvenile curiosity. Grab & test. No, my deliverance was within my reach. All I had to do was suckle & nurse.

"Open your eyes, Cully-boy." I obeyed Rosie. I'd a hopped off the Stratosphere if she'd a made such a command. She-was-everything.

"Yes, little one, help Cully."

Girl parted my knees. I was so relaxed they just fell apart splaying my loins. "Tie his scrotum off, Girl. Like I taught you."

A band of some sort was produced and quick as you please my sack was forced next to my penis. It was as if my cock belonged to another man. The effect was near instantaneous. A raging red color pronounced itself. The veins on my cock bulged magnificently. I knew my cock as a trusted friend, every square inch of it at rest, or, at erection. This was not my cock. My balls strained against that thin membrane of skin that contained & protected it's precious cargo.

Recognition, but no fear. I nursed as I watched Girl tend to this fascinating contraption.

"Bully for you, Girl. Great job. Yes, there is the loose end. You'll pull and snap that at the moment of truth. I'll make myself understood, Qui, Mademoiselle?"

"Qui, Rosie." The French dialect causing veins to bulge grotesquely. What if it blew apart? I couldn't have cared less.

I switched breasts, altering the position of my head. I met eye with Rosie. I'd caught her by surprise I believe and for just the tiniest moment I felt a shiver thru my timbers. But, then that feeling was tamped down and exited my body. Just-like-that. All I had to do was dismiss it at hand. What a powerful new feeling I possessed. My head felt like a giant balloon.

A familiar sound. a sound of love and pleasure. The cap on my bottle of KY Warming Lotion was flipped. They must have found it.

"Use lots, Girl, in both endeavors, Qui, Mademoiselle?"

"Qui, Rosie." Their shared French tone laced ever so delicately this time with the slightest of edge. Again, my notice disappeared thru the winds in my mind. Poof! Gone.

The soft stroke of Girl's hand liberally coated with the warm thick syrup gently slathered up & down my monstrous erection. "Use more, Girl. Lot's more."

I remembered wanting to protest, the cost of that product is prohibitive. But, money mattered not. I was going to second that command by Rosie, but, it was not my place. She-was-everything.

A fire, deep in my center harmlessly ignited. Then quickly spread. My pelvis was engulfed. A load of stars, bright and beautiful white charged my eyes. & I knew what was coming before she uttered those words. "That's it, baby-boy, cum for mama."

"Pull it!" Then almost immediately: "Look, Cully, look at the ensemble hanging on the back of our boudoir door, Monsieur."

I obeyed. It was the same nighty & panty set like the ones the girl's had had on, white with blue piping, but, this set was larger than theirs. Much larger.

Girl obeyed.

I heard the snap of that band somewhere deep in my lobes. The expansion of my mind was at Max q. Somebody screamed. I'd never screamed like that before.

"3" Like John Huston's calm order to "Fire." that cannon on his land locked boat -Man in the Wilderness-

Somehow Girl got her first three fingers up my unsuspecting ass hole at Rosie's command.

The white stars crashed into my eye balls. The last thing I remember?

"Don't worry, Girl, I won't let him swallow his tongue.........I got it."

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I awoke flat on my back, dressed in a white shortie nightgown & matching panties. I immediately looked to the back of the bedroom door. "You're wearing it, bud."

I was tethered to their bed, side-to-side. I was spread. Not full eagle, but, far enough.

"Now how do I work this bidet again? I need to wash my booty, Rose. Help me!"

Their commingled laughter was alarming. I tried to move. Bells sounded.

"Rose! He's awake!"

"I'll get it, sweetheart. Like this. Just move that gorgeous bottom and catch the fountain. You'll get the hang of it. It's like the one at my place, remember?"

"Stay still, buster." She stood directly over head. Her kind countenance had gone, somewhere.

"Rosie, what's going on? Where's my wife?"

"You belong to us."

"Girl!!!" Me

"Oh, Girl!!!!! Rosie

"Help!!! Me

"If you yell again I'll tape your mouth shut with this." She held a large roll of what I surmised was duct tape, black duct tape.

"What's this all about? C'mon, turn me loose." The more I struggled the tighter the tether became.

"The more you struggle the less freedom you'll have. Just a warning, buster."

"You figure it out, honey?"

"Yes, and I am clean as a whistle."

"I'll be the judge of that." Something had happened to Rosie. She was no longer adorably feminine, but, rather a measure of masculinity had fallowed her body language, her mannerisms, her speech pattern.

Girl appeared in the frame above me.

"Hi, Cully."

"Girl, help me. Make, no, just turn me the fuck loose."

Rosie ripped off a piece of duct tape. I knew that sound.

"Last warning. You raise that voice again and that paddle you brought down from Phoenix? We won't be able to hear your cries. Savvy, buster?" I clammed up.

"I-want-an-answer."

"Yes, I understand."

"That's better."

"Butch!" To-my-self. "Yeah that's it. Oh-my-God. A man hater. I told you!" All to-my-self.

"Should I show him, Rose?"

"Rose? What happened to Rosie?" To-my-self.

"Yes, we might as well get started. I want to have you in bed yet tonight."

"Cully, these are just a small sample of a vast collection." Girl appeared in the frame above me. She proceeded to flash one snapshot after another into my "view finder."

"Let's bring the Polaroid, Cully, okay?"

"Oh-my-God." To-my-self.

Each picture was of me performing sex acts with what looked like dildo's, their dildos. Kissing them, licking them, sucking them. The girls wearing them, feeding them to me.

"That's enough, save the rest. Cully have you ever heard of WAM?"

"You mean w.h.a.m.?"

No. W.A.M.."

"No, I haven't heard of that.

"WAM Women Against Men."

"Oh-my-God." Aloud.

"You've heard of us."

"Why, why me? Girl, why me?"

"My number came up. Simple as that."

"What do you want, money? Our money?"

Rose broke in: "You would think that, you grubber, you."

"I'll handle this, sweetheart." Girl backed out of the view finder.

"Submission, voluntary submission. If we have to take it, you'll suffer greatly, though not as much as you deserve, you ugly, vulgar man. That's why you're dressed. You're going to be fucked like a woman, so you should be dressed as one.

"Uh, oh."

To-my-self.

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"Count your lucky stars, Cully. Being less of an asshole husband as I usually correct you'll be afforded some benefits that the others do not receive."

"Like what?"

"Lubrication. You'll be permitted to lubricate your hole before we fuck it. You will. We won't. Rose doesn't lubricate an asshole's asshole."

God, she was so mean and vindictive. I felt just awful being called such vile names. Reminded me of Girl, at cycle. "You deserve it, Cully."

"I bet you don't call Michael a motherfucker though, by God."

"Ha! You'd lose that bet. You're both alike!"

"You'll be permitted to lubricate our cocks before we fuck you."

"Gee, thanks bunches."

"Don't be a smart ass, asshole. You've been a pretty decent guy up to this point."

I saw some light. "Then, Rose, please forget this. I am a good guy, a fine husband. She's very independent. She even has her own lover, right, Girl? Tell her, honey, please. And I don't grudge it. I know my place, you can see that, right? Girl?"

I couldn't see Girl, but, she piped up: "My number came up." What did that even mean?

"I've fucked most of them with a single dab of toothpaste set on the cleft."

"Oh, my God." Aloud. "That's monstrous." To-my-self.

"How could they stand it, Rosie..." She bristled at the kindness of (Rosie), so, I quickly amended myself..."Rose, Rose, how did they stand it, survive it?"

"You'd be surprised, loser. I've corrected over a 100 such men; husbands, boyfriends, assholes, whatever. Lots over half are begging for it at by half-time:"

"Oh, fuck me, Rose."
"Deeper, Rose."
"Don't stop, Rose."
"'I'm so sorry, Rose,' as they move it to get more of it."
"I'll never treat her like that again, Rose. Just don't stop, I beg you." As they stroke it off. Yep, you're not denied release. That's another way you're complicit. The photos, the woman's account, the mess you assholes leave when you squirt your 'precious cum.' Like it's some gift from fucking God. You baby making assholes, you! You all make me sick!"

Ah, Christ, she was working herself into a state. "Calm her down, boy, calm her down." To-my-self.

"But, why me?" At least Girl didn't respond with her boiler plate reply. Rose did: "Her number came up."

"What does that even mean, Rose?"

"It means you're getting fucked, fuck-face. Girl! Let's strap. I'll fix you, you fix me, doll."

Even her terms of endearment for my wife were tawdry & squalid. "Doll?" I adored lesbians as long as they didn't look like 4x4 lady truckers, with that hideous buzz cut thing they did. And now that my rose colored glasses had been taken off and would soon be shoved 1/2 way up my ass that's what she looked like; a 4x4 lady trucker. "Why the fuck couldn't you see that at first glance, you a-hole?" To-my-self.

They were out of my LOS, but, I could hear them shackling up.

"When we're finished with him I'm taking you to bed, little one." At least "little one" still lived. I so loved that pet name in particular, but, it meant very little now.

"I can't wait, Rose." I God's, I heard them kissing. This was really going to happen. I was going to be sodomized by my wife & her butch lover. And the fuckin' livin' end, the absolute bitter irony? I'd begun to tent my fuckin' white panties!

"GD it!" To-my-self.

Immediate laughter/Rose. "Look at this, Girl!" Immediate laughter/Girl.

"Trust me, girlfriend, your husband is going to love this."

Immediate giggle/Girl.

"Now here's how it's going to work, buster; you're going to fuckin' bend over, and...

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I decided just to bend over for them. What was I going to do, fight them, physically fight them over this? I wasn't a fighter. I detested fighting. And if I fought there'd be blood and hurt feelings, probably hotel security and they'd most assuredly kick me in the balls. Getting porked with lubrication couldn't be that bad. Get it out of their system anyway. And I would be able to jack off and they'd be naked, especially Rosie. As mean and vindictive as she'd become I was still in love with her, totally. + I'm sure if I submitted voluntarily they'd let me watch them couple again. That alone was worth the porkin'. And Girl and I would just sort it out on the long drive back to the valley.

"Are you sure?" I asked myself. "No, but, physically fighting 2 women, one my wife in a hotel room is preposterous. I cannot do it. I'm just incapable." My mind was made up.

"Girls, I'll relent. I won't fight it, just go easy if you can find it in your hearts. I've been a pretty good sort so far. Please?"

Dead silence. I thought I heard whispers, but, I couldn't be sure.

"Well, I'll be damned, he's going to give it up. Can we trust him, Girl, is he telling the truth, or, will he bolt for the door as soon as we take off the tether?"

"He sounds contrite, Rose. I know my husband, he does sound resigned."

Yes, that was the correct word (resigned). I was resigned. "I am resigned, yes. Get it over with. I just ask as a favor that I be allowed to remain during your lovemaking that you were proposing there before, Rose. I would be very quiet and respective. I'd consider it a great favor. Please, girls?" I was begging and I wanted to beg.

These women. I was between heaven & Hell, but, much closer to heaven.

There were giggles, shared giggles. They were laughing at me. Damn them. But, I didn't care, the quality of these giggles seemed friendly instead of the cold and abusive giggling I'd been subjected to for so long. For too long.

"Fine, under one condition: that you also submit to an ass whipping with the black leather paddle you brought down here, and it is agreed we will not get carried away with the ferocity of that spanking. You submit to that, you bend over and let us give it to you, yes, in a less than wicked fashion and we'll allow you to sit in the bed as my little one and I have a last tryst. Qui, Girl?"

"Qui, Rosie."

"Rosie!" To-my-self. They were softening. There was a lyrical waft to their speech patterns now. They'd come to their senses. The crisis had passed.

"Yes, Rosie, I submit to those terms." I held my breath as I waited to see if my address to her as "Rosie" would be rejected. It-was-not. The deal was done. I was set free and allowed to use the facilities "to collect yourself" while "we make preparations."

I turned to go.

Rosie: "Leave the panties on, Cully."

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I closed and locked the bathroom door and tried to listen thru it, but, it was impossible. Too thick.

Took off my, I mean the matching camisole & panty set and tried unsuccessfully to empty my bowels. I didn't want to embarrass myself out there. "Look Girl, do-do." I could just hear them laughing at me.

But, there just wasn't anything in there. Stuck my middle finger in to double check, but, could locate nothing of merit. The finger came out clean as a whistle. I took a precautionary sniff of same and though it was indicative of it's prior dank location there was no overwhelming evidence of immediacy. None.

I quickly showered using that nice shower head, washed twice, my about to be porked rump a third time & stepped out to dry off.

"Knock/Knock."

"C'mon, sweetheart, Rosie and I are waiting."

"Be right out. Just finishing up."

"Okay, darling."

I used I believe Rosie's brush to comb my hair. Straight back, the wet dark brown looked damn good. I sniffed & kissed that brush before setting it back exactly where I found it.

I could see in the mirror's reflection that camisole & those tap pants waiting patiently for me. I'd taken care to hang them up so they wouldn't wrinkle.

"If I'm goin' out there I'm wearing both the camisole and the panties."

I did not look bad as I stood in front of the wall of mirrors in that bathroom. If I kept my paunch sucked in it was almost flat. I practiced sucking it in a few times and then on the last I left it in.

"What one man can do another man can do."
"Anthony Hopkins" - "The Edge"

I had the ass for it. Plump with a decent crevice. "Cully, you have a nice ass. Even nicer than Michael's and his is quite sweet." - Girl, on more than one occasion. Twice to be exact.

I turned sideways. With nary chest hair, the gut sucked in, the hair wet and slicked back I didn't make a bad girl, the pouch in front withstanding. But, didn't the panties hold my diminutive sack quite splendidly?

"It's an adventure. You're on an odyssey---it's your GD birthday. And you're gonna see those darling girls together again. Bend over and take it like a trouper." To-my-reflection.

I brushed my teeth with someone's toothbrush, rinsed out, did a last check, exhaled a last time, inhaled a last time, threw the lock & stepped into their bed chamber.

Preparations had indeed been made.

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Girl must have retrieved it because Rosie was holding the paddle at the foot of the bed.

Girl was on the opposite side toward the head. The bed had been stripped down to the top sheet and a towel laid side ways across in front of the mirror.

"Thought you'd never come out. And doesn't he look cute, Girl?"

I shouldn't a done it. I felt immediately embarrassed. I cast my face to the floor.

"He's adorable. I could eat him up."

"C'mon, Cully, come to Rosie. Come here, baby." I shuffled on over, looking at no one.

"Just bend over here, lay your hands on the bed and Rosie will get to work." I was bamboozled. "Yes, like this." She set the paddle down and bent me over, placing my hands about shoulder width apart. I was now at the bottom facing the mirror.

"Up or down, wife?"

"I don't know, Rosie."

"Does he behave himself? Is he good husband? Does he beat you?"

"Goodness, no. Boy is a good husband, though at times mischievous, but, that is one reason why I love him so. I say panties up."

"I don't know. I have the deciding vote and I believe down is best. That way he won't forget and he will remember. If you'll do the honors, little one."

"Good Lord, they were going to beat me bare ass. I just shut my eyes and for the duration.

"Just to his knees, little one." I felt Girl's gentle touch begin to lower my panties. Bless-her-heart.

"No, check that, Girl, take 'em right on off." Christ-all-mighty, I immediately flashed to "Deliverance" when that damn bugger told Beatty to "take 'em right on off." Then packed his hemorrhoids. At least Rosie looked a damn sight better than McKinney.
"But, your hemorrhoids are still going to get packed like Ned's." To-my-self.
"But, I've got no hemorrhoids." To-my-self.
"You will?" I queried myself.

"It can't be helped." To-my-self.

Girl dropped my panties, lifted my bare feet in turn & viola, I was bare ass.

And I was long & hard. My balls in-the-sack hard & tight. Though the women had the decency not to laugh nor giggle.

"Cully-boy?" Rosie

"Yes?"

"We're going to give you a break and use the furry side of this implement. That way you'll be broke in and ready for the cock. I'll be doing the fucking. Girl will be doing the milking."

"Thank you?" To-my-self.
"Thank you." Aloud.
"Milking?" To-my-self.

"Little one, if you'll be so kind as to give Rosie a 3 count I'll get started on this boy."
I peeked and watched as she raised the paddle over her head, bless her soul she'd told the truth I'd be getting the furry side. "Thank Christ." But a frail whisper.

"Will do, Rosie:
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"Happy Birthday, Cully-boy!!!" In sync.

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"What?!!!"

Their laughter genuine & from the gut.

Though Girl quickly took some pity and placed a blanket over me.

"It's another birthday surprise, Cully-boy." She'd come in close as I'd remained in my assigned position-bent over, sans white panties. It was better this way. I could see nothing but, the top sheet. "We wanted to play with you. Don't be mad, Cully, it was all in good tidings. Cully? You're my little birthday boy." The baby talk piercing the bile that had begun to roil. I felt like ripping off that camisole, but, I knew sure as Hell it & those white panties were going back to Phoenix with me come Hell or high water.

"I looked damn good as a girl for being a man. Didn't I?" I queried myself.
"You did." To-my-self.

And by God, Girl would confirm that assessment on the long ride back that was to come.

"You dressed me up as a joke?" To-my-self.
"Threatened to sodomize me as a joke?" To-my-self.

What else had they'd done? I couldn't think straight. There was more but, I couldn't name them to save my life. Girl could sense my hurt, but, Rosie couldn't:

"Look at your cock, Cully, c'mon, honey." Rosie

I was hangin' probably close to 9 inches---the kicker this time? I was fuckin' leaking pre-cum like-a-sieve! When I came out of that john I was dry as a bone.

"Cully, are you okay?" Rosie.

I remained still & silent. If I were quick and smart I could work this to my advantage.
"Keep your cool, play it cool. Whatever you do, don't over play it, like you always fucking do." To-my-self.

"I know what to do in cases like this. And there have been cases like this in my travels and wide experience." I started to rise. "You stay there like that. And I will ask you one simple question. Then you may get up at your leisure, I promise."

"Uh, oh." To-my-self. Advantage gone, just-like-that.

"You must answer truthfully, because I'll know if you're not and then that would hurt me, Cully. I would not think well of you then, or, ever more. Do you understand what I'm saying, Cully? I'm serious, honey."

I knew. Of course I knew. "Yes."
And perhaps it wasn't going to be the question I thought she was going to lay on me. Miracles do happen.

But, it was.

"Cully, you still want it, don't you? You want the spanking and the cock, isn't that true? And you want Girl to milk you. Isn't that all true?" - Rosie

"Girl milk me?" To-my-self.

"Is it, Cully? Is that true?" Girl. If her tone had been any other I would've lied my ass off. And I knew how so it was going to be nary problem to lie said ass off.

These GD women had me in complete befuddlement. I didn't know whether to shit, or, go blind. I loved them both so much I could barely stand it. So, I had to come clean like "Alabama" had ---True Romance---No way were these women "Drexl." just like they weren't McKinney. No way.

Yes, I was crestfallen when they'd revealed but a ruse. Even before my conscious state held that payoff, my subconscious went Code Red. I've had other Code Reds so I knew whence I spoke. I was set to get spanked, fucked & milked/whatever that meant by 2 beautiful women. One gloriously portly, the other my pretty wife.

Sure, I wanted to watch them lay together one last time, but, without the other activities I didn't much care. Well, that's not true; I still wanted to be there for that, but, without the other treats I'd put this disappointment into the pantheon of Cully Disappointments (CD) along with the closing of Euclid Beach Park and the trading of Rocky Colavito + a host of other disappointments I held dear to me heart & soul.

So, I did the only thing I could and not live in regret. Only these two would know I'd taken the van leader meat pipe. Girl surely wouldn't rat me out (to who, Michael? No way, Jose'.) & Rosie was from out of town once I got back to my town.

So, I came clean, even cleaner. Hell, why not: "Yes, I do still want it. And, I want those white panties back so I can be dressed in them when I'm getting it."

"Thank you, for a straight answer and for your honesty, Cully. I always admire an honorable man, there are so few in the world. And I believe that can all be arranged, don't you, little one?"

"Oh, most definitely, Rosie."

The tone had sustained.

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