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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 my girl with that 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 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 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
obedient dale's favorite BLT used to be a sandwich
obedient dale's favorite game is "call of doody"
obedient dale's favorite bird you ask?
the swallow
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Rosie raised her hips a measure. I had a sneaking su ion 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 . 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 ing 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."
, 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 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 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).
, 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 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.
(to be continued)
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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 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 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 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 ing place. Where man and woman . And where woman and woman . 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 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."
(to be continued)
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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 modi 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 belonged to another man. The effect was near instantaneous. A raging red color pronounced itself. The veins on my bulged magnificently. I knew my as a trusted friend, every square inch of it at rest, or, at erection. This was not my . 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, 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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PART 4.
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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 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 ed like a woman, so you should be dressed as one.
"Uh, oh."
To-my-self.
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Part 4 Continued.
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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 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 mother er though, by God."
"Ha! You'd lose that bet. You're both alike!"
"You'll be permitted to lubricate our s before we 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 ed 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, 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 .' Like it's some gift from ing 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 ed, -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 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 in' livin' end, the absolute bitter irony? I'd begun to tent my in' 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 in' bend over, and...
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Part 4 Continued.
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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 & , 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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Part 4 (Continued).
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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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Part 4 Continued.
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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 . I'll be doing the ing. 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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Part 4 Continued.
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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 it & those white panties were going back to Phoenix with me come 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 , Cully, c'mon, honey." Rosie
I was hangin' probably close to 9 inches---the kicker this time? I was in' leaking pre- 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 ing 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 , 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 , 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, ed & 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. , 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.
(to be continued)
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