I felt so at peace. I watched as Sissy got off the couch and sat on the floor, grabbing Tonya’s stiff dick. Almost instantly I decided to drop to my knees and I shuffled up to Tonya and Daddy—my tongue was straining for Daddy’s immense cock. Tonya looked amazed as she took her lips from his huge muscle to let me swoop over it. I was in awe of its size, but I was desperate to take in as much as I could. I couldn’t take in too much, as it turned out, but I managed to get the head of his cock between my desperate lips. Never had I been that near to a live and aching cock as I was in those moments. The scent of surrender and passion swept over me. I swore that one day I’d swallow that massive organ to the hilt—or as much of it as I could before it tore me apart.
I gagged on it, and the sound made me think of a wave, a tide, a tsunami sweeping up the good and the bad things in my life and washing them away forever. His semen poured into me, my mouth, my throat, my lungs, and my belly, making me feel serene, at peace. I kept my mouth glued to him. I no longer thought of ejaculation as spewing out scum, but as a beautiful spray of nectar which I’d always wanted to shower over me. My image in the mirror? That’s exactly what I wanted myself to see! I’d swallowed all his scum, but my lips still clung to him, sucking up his sacred moisture. I never wanted to let go of that huge, living cock.
I felt only my own bliss, but Daddy eventually pulled out and I toppled backward onto the floor. I was a bit stunned. I wiped my mouth while looking shyly up at him. Sissy and Tonya were still lapping at each other’s dicks. Whose cock? Who cared! Each of us was satisfied with the cock we were sucking. Tonya, Sissy’s, Big Daddy’s, mine—who the hell knew? We were ecstatic!
I sat next to Daddy and was very glad when he put his arms around my shoulders, breathing in and out with me, looking very contented. Tonya broke from Sissy, letting her limp dick slip out of her mouth, as Sissy did the same. We stayed like that for some moments when Sissy said, “Hey, you know we’re on the floor? What do you think of that?” She burst into laughter with Tonya.
“Gotta get up, Daddy,” Tonya said, pushing herself up and holding an arm out to him.
“Yes, yes,” Daddy said, letting Tonya help him up. “Have to get up,” he laughed. “Gotta treat these ol’ nigger bones with some respect, can’t be lying on no floor like some Bowery bum!” He winked at me, then at Sissy and Tonya. They’d gotten back onto the bed, were giggling and caressing each other. Daddy took my hand and we watched them. My prick was stiff again and his was starting to rise, too. Just the sensation of his hand holding mine had gotten me hard. But I didn’t care, I was in my world, surrounded by people who shared my view. We four were queer, gay people in love, and that’s all there was to it.
Big Daddy put his arm around my shoulder as we looked at Sissy and Tonya kissing on the bed, holding and stroking each other. Didn’t I just say that I loved Sissy? But here I was, cuddling up with Big Daddy. His prick had hardened to an awesome size. I was nervous in a way, but I took him in my hand and started jerking him off. But one hand wasn’t big enough, so I wrapped my other hand around him and moved his humongous prick back and forth, back and forth, as he did the same to me. I felt tiny, miniscule, as we tugged each other, him big, me teeny, but he tensed and shivered, and a blast of ejaculate spewed mightily out of him. I felt like I’d need a mop just to wipe it off. The stream slicked my hands and fingers but I didn’t want to let go of his prick. I bent over and rubbed my face on my hands, trying to make his jelly mine.
Sissy and Tonya were lost in their own passions, their faces glued to each other’s, as if compelled by a force of nature— or perhaps because there could be no better place to be.
I smiled and straightened up, contented. I kept playing with his monster cock and tweaking his big balls. He kissed me, also massaging my organ. Oh, the bliss of never wanting to let go of him. I didn’t care about anything else. We fell onto the couch and he moved on top of me.
“I don’t think—” I started.
“Hush, baby, hush.”
I no longer cared; my feeble protests were just that, feeble. I followed every suggestion that fell from his mouth. We kissed with tenderness, my arms around him, him holding my shoulders. He leaned over and picked up a tube from the end table.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Vaseline,” he said, unscrewing the top. “You need some for some real ass-fucking, honey.”
“What?” I tried pushing him off, shaking my head. “No, no ass-fucking, not me!”
Sissy and Tonya were looking at us.
“Slow down, good buddy,” Daddy said. “What did you think was happening with all that kissing and smooching? Did you think I was going to let you get away with just that? I want my dick up that ass of yours.” We looked at each other. I could feel Tonya’s and Sissy’s eyes on me. “Let’s do this the proper way, okay? Roll over, sweetie.” His voice was soft, gentle. What was the big deal, anyway? It was just a dick up the ass. I rolled over. A cool streak probed my asshole.
“That’s right, honey, put your ass up in the air,” he said softly. “That’s it, you like that, don’t you?”
I pulled my knees under me and pushed my ass up, feeling a bit stupid. But I knew it was a sexy pose, at least. Just as I’d stared at Sissy, at Tonya and lusted after them, my ass was pulsing and throbbing for Big Daddy.
The Vaseline made my asshole feel luscious and smooth. A finger entered. I quickly twisted away, squirming and looking at him.
“Don’t do that, that hurts,” I breathed out, a bit ashamed.
He sighed, looking back at Sissy and Tonya.
“Of course it hurts,” Tonya said, then shrugged. “All of life hurts. You have to take the good with the bad and just go on.”
“She’s right,” Sissy nodded. “Take it any way you can, just take it. Never met a sissy who wasn’t able to take it.” She looked at Tonya. “They cry at first but later they beg for it, isn’t that right, sister?” They were both looking so expectantly at me. I rolled back over and shoved my ass up in the air, this time a little higher. Sissy and Tonya smiled, as I waited eagerly, feeling a little smug with myself.
“Go to it, Big Daddy,” I said, sounding hopeful. “Shove it in me.”
But Daddy rolled me onto my back, spreading my legs and pushing them up, settling my knees over his shoulders. I thought it probably was the best position for a deep ass-fucking. What could be better? The ass and cock in beautiful alignment, coming together as one. Ass and cock, one on top of the other. Lovely!
I felt him pushing into me. “Easy baby, don’t resist. Just let go, relax.”
I melted, feeling my thoughts ease into nothingness, relaxing in a bliss of emotionless sensation. Then I felt him shove harder and I held back, setting up a wall between us.
“No, I can’t, please, don’t,” I pleaded. “You’re too big!”
He glared at me then. “Quiet, you little pussy. Take it up your ass like you want to.” He started shoving into me. “Be a good girl, you pussy!”
I knew my resistance only increased my pain, so I tried to stop fighting. I felt something pierce me, and then it wasn’t my resistance but a wall of pain preventing the pleasure from sweeping over me.
“You know, he’s probably still a virgin, don’t you?” Tonya said. “That’s probably the problem.”
“A little virgin, eh?” Daddy hissed. “Are you?” He leered at me. “Oh, yes, a little virgin, I’d die for a little schoolgirl like you. Oh, honey, no wonder I didn’t know what was wrong! Your silliness makes sense now.” He loomed over me, smiling wickedly. “Get ready for the ass-fucking you’ve been waiting for your whole life!”
“No!” I screamed, but he had me trapped. He dropped onto me, pushing my thighs into my chest. His cock drilled into me and my sphincter ripped apart, then opened as a wealth of otherness streamed into my body. It was as if the ocean had flooded me, drowning me in the euphoria of a newness I’d never dreamed of, but here it was—sublime pleasure and peace!
“Oh, God!” I moaned, not from
pain but from glorious satisfaction. “Oh, God, oh, God, yes, yes, yes!”
He pounded into me, back and forth, his huge cock having tasted my virginal flesh, almost becoming one with me.
“Lovely bitch, take that cock, yes!” he shouted. “You fuck, you pussy bitch, take it, take it!”
He kept pounding into me. It was almost like pain, but not quite. Pain signifies hurt, but I wasn’t hurting. It was more like discovering a new me that I never knew existed. It wasn’t pain, it was surprise that such pleasure was real, an awesome sense of wonder. He kept thrusting into me, calling me names, which I was starting to believe and adore.
“Yeah, you bitch!” His fists gripped the bedclothes as his face clenched in pain—or was it pleasure?—but then I felt him bursting inside me, flooding my insides as if signifying an inner blessing. I’d been fucked in the ass, his semen deep inside me.
But then he pulled out, and the pain flared up instantly.
Chapter 32 As he pulled out I felt myself caving in, as if a wall was being pulled down inside me, collapsing into myself, an utter emptiness. I felt devastated, abandoned, and I believe that was the real root of my hurt—not that he’d fucked me viciously but that he’d pulled out and abandoned me when I wanted him so much to be a part of my life.
Daddy lay there a few moments, then pushed himself up from the couch and staggered to the bathroom. Sissy and Tonya looked at me. I was surprised by how motionless they were.
I tried moving, wanting to close my legs, but the pain was too intense. If I lay open-legged like some prostitute, then I didn’t hurt. But the slightest movement was excruciating, each time I moved it hurt more than before. I raised my arm and let it drop over my eyes.
“Psst,” I heard Sissy say. “Vinnie, how you doing?” Sissy and Tonya were looking at me nervously. “Okay, I guess. Just can’t move my legs, it hurts real bad.” Tonya spoke up. “Only natural. I knew Daddy was too big
for you. The first time is murder and you swear you’ll never do it again, but the second or third time and your ass will be up in the air and you’ll be praying he shoves it in deep again.” She lit a cigarette. “Mark my words, your ass was flat before, but it’ll perk up just waiting for him to do it again.”
“Is that true?” Sissy asked. “How come mine ain’t up there? I been fucked in the ass many a time.”
Tonya blew out smoke. “Yeah, but not by Big Daddy. If you had been you’d be marked for life. Your ass would be in the air every time he walked in the room. It’s an ass-fucking you’ll never forget!”
Big Daddy came back in and looked at the girls, then at me.
Tonya sat up and put out her cigarette. “Where’s that other Vaseline you said was the medicine kind, you know?”
Big Daddy looked at me. “Do you hurt, baby?” he asked, going to a side table and retrieving a jar. “This will help. It’s cooler and more mediciney than that other crap.” He handed it to me.
I looked at the jar. Its pink label read Vaseline Petroleum Jelly Healthy Intensive Care for Aches and Pains. Mentholated, too. I shrugged. Manufacturer’s bullshit, I knew.
“Turn around,” he winked. “I’ll rub it onto you.”
I shook my head. “No fucking way!” I hissed, trying to move my legs, but once again the pain was brutal, like knives twisting deep inside me.
He shrugged. “Have it your way.” He tossed the jar next to me. “You want to lay there, then lay there. No skin off my nose.” He went over to the table near Sissy and Tonya and picked up their cigarette pack.
“Listen to him, honey,” Tonya said. “It’s for your own good.”
I sheepishly rolled over and put my ass up in the air. Daddy smiled, stubbing out his newly lit cigarette and came over. I could see his massive cock starting to harden again.
“Nice baby,” he cooed, pinching and fondling my ass cheeks. He took his hands off me and I heard him open the jar of cool petroleum jelly and scoop out a glob. Then his slicked fingers slid along my ass and probed into my anus. He was finger-fucking me and I already wanted more and more of it. But he withdrew the creaminess and I felt the walls collapsing on me again. I sulked but he scooped out more jelly and shoved his hand in again. But I didn’t care what he was doing with his fingers. I wanted that massive cock, not a finger, shoved into me and brutalizing me! God, did I want that cock of his!
He pulled his hand out and I felt that collapse again. Incredible that I wanted more of his dick up my ass!
“Hmm.” Daddy mused. “I must say, you have beautiful buttocks. Evenly proportioned, almost feminine in their roundness. You ever think of wearing tight girls’ clothes? You’d look amazing in those, I know that.” And he went on massaging my ass, running his fingers under my buttocks and softly squeezing. I lay still, my penis once again hard and throbbing. He tenderly patted my ass cheeks and rolled me over, my penis standing up on its own. There was some pain, but not as much as before.
“Yes, well,” Daddy said. “Hard again, I see.”
I blushed and got up, feeling unsure of myself. But I was able to walk, slowly, and headed for the bathroom. Daddy was right behind me.
“Be careful when you’re sitting down,” he said. “It’ll still be very sore no matter how much jelly you put on.”
I nodded. “Just going to pee, hey, but thanks for telling me that.” I held my penis as my urine streamed loudly into the toilet.
Daddy came in behind me. I was worried he might start something again, but he just cupped my ass and tenderly tweaked my ass cheeks. I shook myself dry.
“I’m gonna have to get home.” I wanted to leave the bathroom, but he blocked me.
“Tonya!” he called, still looking at me. “You have a pair of those pants you wear?” He turned back to the other room. “You know, those leggings? They’d be perfect for his sweet ass cheeks.” He looked back at me, once again fondling my buttocks.
“What leggings? For who?” Tonya shouted back.
He cupped my ass while he escorted me back to the living room. I marched obediently with him, our hard dicks bouncing before us, mine small and childish compared to his immense, manly one.
“You know, those leggings you wear? They’d be a perfect fit for our cute little big-butt friend.” He patted my ass cheek. I tried to squirm away. “They’d hold his ass very nicely, don’t you think?” he added.
“Leggings for him?” Tonya said, going over to open the closet on the other side of the room. The closet was full of beautiful women’s clothes, all seeming to pant, “please, please, put me on, I beg you.”
“Sure, I have a bunch,” she said, holding out a few pairs of leggings. “What color do you want?”
Purple, red, orange, and other colors flowed over her arms.
“Oh, yes,” Big Daddy said, picking out pink leggings. “This color will be perfect for him.” He turned to me, blinking a little dreamily. “Please put these on.”
I frowned, displeased. Pink wasn’t the color for me. What did they think I was, a sissy faggot?
“Oh, I love pink!” Sissy shrieked. “I was wearing pink just yesterday.” Then she pouted. “We could’ve been the Bobbsey Twins together in pink. Too bad I wasn’t wearing those today.”
I was furious. “Wait a minute, I’m not wearing that!” I waved the leggings away. “I’m not walking down the street in those, that’s for sissy girls.” I felt myself blush and looked at the floor.
“Oh, fiddlesticks,” Big Daddy said. “No one’s telling you to wear them down the street. Just put them on under your jeans. No one will know. They’re just like tights, see?”
He’d put one hand into the leggings and was stroking the panty. I couldn’t take my eyes off his hand moving inside the material. It was very erotic.
“These will fit you perfectly,” he breathed. “I know they will. Please, try them on.” He looked at Tonya and reddened. “Of course, if Tonya doesn’t mind. Do you?”
Tonya shook her head. “Of course not, Daddy-o,” she smirked at him. “You’ll just
get me another pair, won’t you, Daddy?” He nodded quickly. “No, I don’t mind at all.”
Sissy was watching me. Daddy held the leggings up to my face. The material was soft and I was certain they were scented with perfume. I breathed in the scent and touched them.
“Wow. They’re so soft. And they smell nice, too.” I felt myself blushing.
Tonya shrugged. “I always put a dash of perfume on my clothes when I put them in the drier. Keeps them smelling so pretty and fresh.”
“You do?” Sissy interrupted. “So that’s why you always smell so nice.”
“Hey,” Tonya said, shrugging, “a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” She grinned and winked at Sissy.
I ignored their chatter, holding the pink leggings to my face.
“Put them on, baby,” Daddy prodded.
I bit my lip. “I think they might be a little too small,” I protested.
“Oh, ridiculous. They stretch, you know,” he winked. “Go ahead, try them on.”
I slid my hand into one pink leg. “Hey, there’s a foot.”
Sissy and Tonya sniggered at me. “Of course there’s foot, duh. What did you expect?” Tonya laughed, then turned serious. “Go ahead, do what Daddy says. Try them on.”
They were watching me eagerly. I sat on the couch and took one leg, a thumb on the inside as I bunched it up to the toe. I felt myself turn red, remembering how I’d spied on my mom putting on her stockings when I was little. I felt myself flush as I remembered watching detective thrillers where the women pulled up their nylons or peeled them off. I’d gotten hard-ons watching those women, as if I’d been trying the nylons on. Had I gotten a hard-on watching Mom? Because that’s exactly what was happening now!
I’d pulled the first leg up to my knee, and I carefully pulled the other leg up to my other knee. I alternated pulling each leg up just an inch or so, enjoying the sensation as they crept upward. When I’d gotten them halfway up my thighs, I had to stand. I kept pulling them up an inch at a time, shifting one leg forward to slide the material up, then the other, inching them up slowly. The three of them were staring open-mouthed, Daddy with his big dick in his hand and slowly jerking it, and Tonya and Sissy doing the same to each other. I smiled as the leggings reached the tops of my thighs and quickly rolled the panties up, snapping the elastic waist at my belly.
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