Out & In! By THRONE (Patreon)

Out & In! By THRONE

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Out & In!

By THRONE

Joe was having the time of his life. The young husband had taken advantage of his wife Ginger being out at a club with her group of close female friends this evening. Her absence allowed him to indulge in his crossdressing fantasies to the max. At the moment, he had let loose his alter ego of Josie. His outfit was a lacy bra with big falsies stuffed into it, satiny panties that easily contained his rather small genitals, sheer stockings, and stiletto heels in which he hadn't fully mastered his ability to walk. Everything was in red, with black trim. On his head was his favorite wig, the redhead one that fell to his shoulders in waves, and whose color complimented his green eyes. He was strutting from room to room, wagging his hips and licking his lips. With his make-up he had gone into full slut mode, intentionally overdoing the eye shade, mascara, blush and especially that blazing crimson lipstick, with a generous coat of clear gloss over it. He cautiously descended the carpeted steps to the recreation room. Joe drained the glass of wine he had been enjoying.

As he approached the sliding glass door that led to the patio, he wondered if he dared to fulfill one of his most cherished fantasies. He had always wanted to be outside, if only for a few minutes. In his mind, there would be a strong sense of freedom to be out under the starry skies. At the same time, he relished the risk factor. Of course, he wouldn't be seen by anyone in his own backyard, not with the stockade fenced that surrounded it. He stood close to the door, drawing deep breaths as he calculated the pluses and minuses of taking that next big step. The outdoor

space was so near and yet so far away. Feeling mischievous, with his heart pounding, he undid the lock and slid the barrier partway opened. The night was warm and it felt so nice to have the slight breeze against his bare skin. That effect was enhanced by the fact that he kept his body denuded of hair. Since back when they were dating, he had told his wife Ginger that it was a habit he had picked up in high school, when he was on the swim team. She accepted that and also didn't comment about how particular he was in picking his clothes, or how accomplished he was at matching them.

Setting his glass atop a pedestal table, he put one foot outside and giggled. Then he ran his hands over his faux breasts.

"Oh, Josie," he said in a falsetto voice. "You are such a naughty girl, leaving the house. What if some passing stranger heard you and peeked through a crack in the fence? What if he came through the gate and saw you like this? Oh MY!"

His hands drifted down to his slender hips. They moved to his bottom, which was rather plump, slightly out of proportion with the rest of his physique. Other guys on the swim team had joked that he had a 'cheerleader ass'. Outwardly, he had reacted as if he didn't like that, but inside he was thrilled to have such a feminine asset, which was perfect for when he shifted into his Josie identity. He took a deep breath and stepped outside, silently closing the door most of the way behind him, but making sure to leave it open a crack, so the lock wouldn't engage.

"Here I come, world," he announced.

The wine made him raise his voice slightly more than was advisable. Feeling emboldened, he circled the loungers and a table that had four wrought iron chairs around it, with cushions on their seats. Gripping the back of a chair, he stuck out his bottom, in a pin-up pose. Then he stretched out on one of the lounge chairs, on his back, and raised his feet so he could admire his stocking-clad legs. When he got up, he had to take small steps on those heels. Being a touch tipsy from the wine didn't help his balance. He circled the spacious yard two times, on the stepping stones that ringed it, before his ankles began to protest and his nerve failed him. It was time to return to the sanctuary of his home. He tottered along, making a mental note to wear pumps with lower heels if he ever did this again. He made it all the way to the door before his ankle turned unexpectedly. Joe grabbed the door and it slid in its runners. He heard an ominous click. Had it locked? He froze for a moment, afraid of what the answer might be. When he tested it, the door wouldn't budge. OMG! He was stuck outside.

His mind went into confused overdrive. It took him several minutes to calm his panic. The only solution he could think of was the sneak around front and let himself in through the main door, which was unlocked in anticipation of Ginger's return. He mentally inventoried the situation, concluding that the biggest problem was that the porch light was on for his wife's arrival.

Instead of removing his shoes, he prioritized saving time and scampered to the gate. Joe told himself this was going to be simple. He gently raised the latch and peeked out. Leaving the safely of the yard, he inched along the side of the house, where the shadows were thankfully deep. When he got to the corner, he checked the opposite side of the street. No one seemed to be about. The streetlights weren't providing an excess of brightness. He could manage it.

In a stage whisper, he told himself, "You can do this, Josie."

Step by careful step, he rounded the edge of the house and approached the front walk. He was almost there when he saw a car turn onto his street, followed closely by another. To his shock, the lead vehicle was Ginger's sleek ride. As it pulled up to the curb, he backed away, with one hand on the side of the house for balance. Joe turned and slipped through the gate. But where could he go from there? He moved to the shrubs that grew alongside the fence, at the far end of the yard, and crouched between them. The lower branches poked his bottom. He adjusted his position, sinking deeper among the concealing greenery. Why were his wife and her friends back so early? Maybe they only needed to pick something up and then would leave again. At least, that was what he desperately hoped for. How much evidence of his dress-up activities had he left where it could be seen? Too much. He shivered, despite the mild weather.

Even from the backyard he could hear the girls laughing and chattering as they got out of their cars. He wondered how many of her usual companions his wife had invited to accompany her. It could be the core group or all of them. That would mean at least four or, if they had all come, six. He heard the front door open and close. After some uneventful minutes, several of the group entered the downstairs room in the split-level, that led out onto the patio. They were in their club clothes, with short tight dresses that featured scoop necklines, along with silky stockings, and shoes that would have been appropriate for high-class hookers. He whimpered as he saw them through the locked glass door. Ginger went to it and slid it aside.

She called out, "Joey, darling? Are you out there? Is it okay that I came back early?" Then, to his horror, she held up a pair of his favorite panties. He recognized them. They were the ones that he had gotten his girly name stitched onto. His wife said, "Or should I call you Josie? Are you going to show yourself or do we have to play hide-and-seek?"

Joe bit his lips. This was an impossible dilemma.

One of her friends joined her. "Don't hide," she said merrily. "We've already seen the pretty clothes you left out. Plus, all those cosmetics. And a few selfies. Your wicked secret is now public knowledge."

His best bet, he decided, was to wait until the others departed. That way, only his wife would see him as Josie, and he could try to talk his way through the embarrassment of being discovered. It wasn't a great solution but it was better than none.

The two women waited only a minute more. The others had made drinks and handed a couple to the pair who were squinting out into the dark.

Ginger said, "Have it your way, Josie. I can't imagine you went anywhere else. So just stay out there for now. I won't even turn on the exterior lights. Isn't that kind of me?" She took a swallow from her glass. "What I am going to do, however, is to call a guy I met at the club, explain the situation, and ask him to come over, along with a half dozen of his buddies. Maybe I'll have to send THEM to hunt for you."

He pressed his back against the fence. That meant the girls wouldn't leave for a long while. And what was she saying about having met a guy? She was super-sexy but had never done more than some mild flirting. She even accepted his small penis in the bedroom, though he was pretty sure he had never given her an orgasm with it. Joe cowered in his place of concealment, his mind racing, trying to think of a way to save himself. No ideas came to him.

He kept his eyes on the drinking and laughing women. Without a watch or phone, he had no way to tell how much time passed. It

was probably a half hour. The air was cooling down. Then he saw the men arriving, as they streamed down the steps and into the recreation room. They carried bottles and glasses. All of them were tall and fit, with builds that emphasized their raw masculinity. He couldn't miss the impressive bulges that they sported in their tight slacks. Most disturbing of all was that they were Black. In short order, they had paired off with the girls. Drinks were prepared and distributed. He saw plenty of hugging, which led in short order to kissing.

Ginger had been busy playing hostess, making sure everyone had a full glass. Now, as Joe stared in dismay, she went to the one guy who hadn't hooked up yet and opened her arms to him. He embraced her and they shared a lingering kiss. Joe hugged himself. It was like he was having a bad dream from which he couldn't wake up. The big man ran his hands down Ginger's back to cup her full bottom. He pulled her more tightly against him. She ground her pelvis against his in a lewd display. Joe wanted to burst from the bushes and rush to her, try to talk sense to his wife, but how could he when he was dressed more sexily than her and with less on?

Couples found seats, from which their making out would be easier. He had to witness that for what must have been an hour. When his wife appreciatively rubbed her companion's crotch, Joe nearly swooned. It was pure mental torment. Then he saw her showing the guy those incriminating panties and the photos. The big man laughed. He took the lingerie and came to the door.

As he stepped outside, he called, "Hey, Josie. Everybody wants to see you. Some of the babes want to borrow some of your clothes. If you don't show yourself, I'm going to take that as disrespecting me, and I don't like to be dissed. What's it going to be, sissy-boy?"

Joe felt threatened. He was paralyzed by fear. He was also seized by an otherworldly sense of actually being someone else, of being Josie. He experienced unfamiliar sensations, ones that his mind couldn't process. Why was his dick tingling? Why were his nipples responding the same way?

"You take a little time to think it over, panty-princess. Me and my homies might be able to make your sissy dreams come true. We know what goes along with you playing dress-up. Your wife and her friends say they'd like to see us turn your fantasies into reality. I'm Baron. Just holler my name when you're ready to let the games begin."

The man in the bushes had to put his hands over his mouth, to keep from moaning loud enough to be heard. Baron went back inside and resumed groping Amber, who obviously liked what he was doing. She eased down onto her knees in front of him. Taking her time, she opened his pants and freed his cock. Joe gawked at it. The thing was so long and thick. As she stroked it, the monster grew until it was alarmingly large, with heavy balls hanging under it. Ginger licked the underside, from root to knob. She fitted her mouth over the fat knob, stretching her lips to their

limit. Joe couldn't believe what he was seeing as she swallowed more and more of it, until her pert nose met his tight pubic hair. She backed off, before starting a bobbing rhythm. The woman appeared to be in ecstasy as she continued to service that super-size organ. Joe's own penis throbbed as the scene continued. Why was he reacting that way?

Baron ran his dark hands over Ginger's lustrous hair. She turned her eyes lovingly up to him. Joe sniffled. He was painfully aware of how inferior his own dick was to that cock she was devouring. He saw the other women getting busy with the guys who they had hooked up with. She at last ceased her ministrations, giving the end of his tool a farewell kiss before tucking it away. After suffering through the sight of those activities, he hoped he would get some temporary respite. That hope was dashed when Baron opened the sliding door again and came outside, accompanied by three of his buddies. They fanned out, peering into the shadows.

"We can do this easy or hard," the group's leader declared. "You can come out now, Josie, and surrender yourself to our sissy-police patrol. If we have to come and find you, it might get nasty."

Joe wanted to get through this as quickly as he could, with a minimum of disgrace and whatever physical punishment accompanied it. nevertheless, he was terrified by the intimidating Black men. Even in the half-light, he could make out their

packages straining at the fronts of their pants. He wrung his hands and shuddered.

"Time's up, pixie," announced Baron before Joe had more time to think. "Now we're gonna have a manhunt. Or is it a pansy hunt?" He laughed at his own joke.

The four searchers moved around the sizable yard, checking alongside and behind the gardening shed, examining the screen house, and circling the dome that served as a sauna. It was almost as if they were intentionally avoiding Joe's hiding place, to prolong his anxiety and inevitable capture. But then Baron stopped directly in front of him. He unzipped his fly and took out that imposing cock, which he aimed straight at Joe.

Baron said, "I hope nobody minds if I water the plants. All that drinking I been doing means I have to take a wicked piss."

It was too much for Joe. In a panic, he sprang clumsily to his feet. He squealed, sounding like the girl he resembled.

With his hands over his faux breasts, Joe pleaded, "Please don't tinkle on me. I surrender."

From the house came gales of laughter. The husband put one hand over the crotch of his panties, with an arm across his bra and bust, in a classic pose of feminine modesty.

With a chortle, Baron told him, "I wasn't going to give you no golden shower, little quail. Just wanted to see if the threat of one would flush you out."

"I'm... oh... thank you..." the trembling figure said, and then added, "... Sir."

"Now let's get you inside, so you can explain to your hot wife why you're all dolled up in your own backyard."

Joe cringed but stepped out from the shrubbery. Baron pinched his prey's ear and held on, walking him toward the recreation room, where everyone was enjoying the action. The other Black guys from the search party fell in behind them. One of them swatted Joe's rump, making him yelp. Baron tugged hard as he escorted him back into the house. Ginger stood there with her hands on her hips, scowling at her sissified spouse.

She said, "Look what the head cat dragged in. Aren't you glad I got home early, Josie?"

"I'm sorry, dear," he began.

"Don't call me dear. Looking like that, you're no longer husband material. Not that you ever qualified much before. And now that I'm without a proper partner, I'll have to get together with someone else." She glanced around as if seeking someone to fill that position. "Who could it be?" she wondered out loud. With a

feigned flash of inspiration, she decided, "I know. It can be my new friend, Baron. He's certainly equipped for the job. Tell me, Josie, did you have a good view when I was gobbling his cock?"

Joe choked on the words as he confessed, "Yes, Ginger."

"You can't call me that, either. How about if we make it informal and you just address me as Miss?"

"But we're married and..."

"And nothing. You cancelled out wedding vows by trying to be sexier than me. Speaking of which, I love your taste in lingerie. It's a bit tacky, but appropriate for what a failure you are as a man. And those knockers..." She reached out and squeezed one of his spongy falsies. "... so lifelike. I can see that you're eager to attract male attention. Bet you got a cheap thrill out of seeing Baron's cock."

"No exactly... um... Miss."
"That wasn't a definite no, so I'm going to count it as a yes."

Joe shifted his feet nervously, the high heels putting a strain on his calves. Baron let go of his ear and draped a long arm over Joe's shoulders. He told Ginger, "Now, you got to go easy on your fruity hubby, girl. He can't help it if he got the sissy gene. I know his type. They try to hide it but then something happens and sets

free their inner-slut. In this one's case, it was the sight of my trouser-snake." He pulled Joe closer. "I know that's true. Right, Josie?"

"I'm not sure." The panty-wearing husband had meant to give a firm denial but the wrong words had emerged. He tried to correct it, saying, "Dressing like this is just something I do to relax."

Baron squeezed his shoulder. "Keep telling yourself that, honeybunch. Maybe you'll even believe it, at least until you get your first taste of dark meat. Once you eat Black, you'll never go back."

"You don't mean..." Joe made a feeble effort to break free. "... performing fellatio, do you?"

"Hell, no," the big man said. "Not at all." Joe sagged with relief. "What I mean is sucking cock. After the first time your mouth gets used like a pussy, you'll be hooked on it. Turn you into a real size-queen. Give you an appetite that you can never fulfill. Always be hunting for big, thick, dark ones."

Before Joe could recover from that bad news, his wife joined in. "I've always wondered about his sexual orientation. It wasn't enough that he was no good in bed. There was also how particular he was about his wardrobe. My husband had as much fashion sense as me, if not more."

The other women nodded agreement. They had all met Joe when they stopped around the house, individually or together. One of them commented on his choices of cologne, which she opined smelled more like perfume. Another one brought up his preference for wearing his hair at collar length. Ginger revealed his liking for products to use on his locks.

Joe's wife continued, "Even his jockey shorts have always been colorful designer ones. None of those boring plain whites with the saggy bottoms for him. It always amused me, too, because the style he went for showed off how small his pecker is." To Joe she said, "Why don't you show everybody what I've had to put up with, instead of a proper cock like Baron has."

Her husband stood there quivering. "I can't do that. Not in front of all these girls... and men."

Baron told him, "Sure you can, Nancy-boy. We could all use a good laugh, and from what I can see with those panties hugging you down there, your peter must be awfully funny looking." He grabbed Joe's soft bicep and applied punishing pressure. "Unless you don't want to cooperate. I'll fully understand, if that's the case." He dug his fingers in even harder. "It's up to you, Josie."

Joe winced. He nodded. "I'll do it," he agreed, his voice strained.

Baron released him, leaving vivid marks. Joe sniffled and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his red panties. Every eye was

on him. The couples who had been locking lips had stopped. Shamefaced, he began to lower the flimsy bit of material.

He pleaded to Ginger with his eyes. "Please... Miss. Tell him to let me stop."

The Black man laughed. "Get a load of that. Begging his wifey to defend him against the big bad intruder."

Ginger confirmed, "I'm not on your side, Josie. Now peel those down and give us all and eyeful of what you don't have."

His last hope for assistance was gone. He sobbed and continued baring his minimal assets. When his essentials were exposed, the sight was met with waves of laughter. There were also comments from the onlookers.

"It's the size of a pinky-finger." "And those balls are as small as acorns." "He's all bald down there, like an infant." "That fits, since he has baby parts."

Ginger offered, "You can imagine what a disappointment he is in the sack."

Baron told her, "I can fix that for you, once I take over your marriage bed."

"For sure," she confirmed. "But I don't want Josie to think of it as losing his wife. I want him to see this as gaining his official sissy status."

"Yeah," chimed in Baron. "Earning some sissy merit badges. Me and my bros can make that happen." He snapped his fingers at Joe. "Get on your knees, bitch-boy."

"But I can't... I'm not..."

"Bitches get bitch-slapped," snapped Baron as he suited his action to those words.

His broad palm connected with Joe's cheek. Then he backhanded

him on the other side of his face. Joe was left reeling, tottering on his high heels. His cheeks were crimson. Without a word, he sank to his knees in slow motion, putting his face level with Baron's crotch.

"That's what I'm talking about," the Black stud said.

Baron had Ginger free his cock. Her being the one to do it, to facilitate what was to come, broke Joe's heart. The husband had truly ruined his formerly ideal marriage. She fondled Baron's member into rigidity. Putting one hand on the back of Joe's head,

she brought his face forward. Still holding that killer cock with the other, she rubbed it suggestively against her life-partner's lips. A bead of clear liquid formed at the rounded end of Baron's cock, and was applied to Joe's mouth by Ginger. A circle of watchers tightened around the demeaning display. Baron grinned down at his victim.

The Black man said, "Your pretty wife is going to let go of my Johnson now. Thank her for helping you get started on your first blowjob."

Joe turned his eyes up to his unsympathetic bride. "Thank you, Gin... I mean, Miss."

"You're more than welcome, Josie," she said in return. "I'll do whatever I can to make your secret fantasize come true, sweetness."

He sighed. They had passed the point at which his objections would carry any weight. The best he could expect was for this to be over quickly.

As if reading Joe's mind, and not liking what he found there, Baron commanded, "Take your time, cocksucker. Make it last. That BJ your wife started was good, but with your natural inclination, I'll bet you can outdo her, finishing it. Think of this as a friendly competition." He paused a beat before ending with, "Now open wide and show me what you can do, tramp."

Outnumbered and underdressed, with no path that would allow him to escape, Joe spread his jaws and brought his face forward. His wife watched intently. The other audience members leered in anticipation. Baron didn't help him. Instead, he made it Joe's job to be the active partner. With no other option, the self-sissified guy got his lips around that more-than-a-mouthful knob. He now experienced what his wife had when she took it in. Suddenly, he had to breathe through his nose, which made him inhale the manly musk of Baron's genitals. Joe took in a second inch and then a third. He could barely believe that he was able to do that. The head entered his throat. He had to pause to gain control over his gag reflex, but managed to do it.

From the crowd a chant started. "Deeper. Deeper."

It was joined by more voices. Fearful of displeasing them and earning discipline from Baron, he kept going. Gagging sounds escaped his occupied gullet. He paused with air hissing through his nostrils, in and out. Then he went the rest of the way, until his nose met the dark growth above the dominant man's root. Baron's heavy balls rested on Joe's chin. It was too much. He retreated. When his mouth was emptied, he sucked in oxygen. The recipient of is attention grunted angrily. Joe understood and fitted his lips around the thickness behind the head of Baron's cock. He sucked hard and steadily, swirling his tongue around the corona and rubbing it against the frenum. He was rewarded with a growl of approval.

Ginger squatted next to him. "You just might beat me, Josie. I guess a sissy is the best at knowing what a man wants, having been one at some time." She ran her fingers over his wig and brought them down to invade his bra and tease his nipples behind those fake tits. He moaned around the meat he was mouthing.

"Look at that," his wife remarked. "The tiny thing between Josie's legs got all stiff. Now there's no doubt that my prissy husband likes what he's been doing." She looked past Joe, at the gathered Black men. "I sure hope you other dudes will help to make this an unforgettable night for my Josie."

There were calls of assent. Joe groaned. One of the men assured his date that, after being sucked off, he would take longer to finish afterwards, when he had intercourse with her. She liked that idea and the other females concurred. Joe realized that now they all desired to have him empty the men's balls. He also could tell that everybody was enjoying the show and wanted it to go on and on.

Baron snapped at him, "Stay focused, Miss Hoover."

Joe concentrated on the man who had mastered him. He swallowed him to the hilt several more times over the next ten minutes. Then he held only the head in his mouth as he stroked the girthy shaft with both hands, feeling how wet it was with his own saliva. To make everything worse, Joe's unbidden erection refused to subside. Sure, he liked to dress up in lingerie. But did

it mean that he inwardly wanted to be taken to his level of submissive sissy behavior? Yesterday he would have said the answer was negative. Now, he wasn't so certain.

The Black man's hips twitched. His breathing deepened. Oh, no! He was on the brink of finishing. Abruptly, Joe's mouth was being filled with spunk. Because only the knob was in, the mess didn't go straight down his throat. Instead, he had to voluntarily swallow it, making pitiable sounds as he did so. Even then, there was so much that part of it leaked out, ran down his chin, and dribbled onto his bra and phony jugs. The taste nauseated him. He wanted to rush to the bathroom and rinse his mouth.

When Baron finally pulled out, Joe tried to rise. The bigger man put his hands on his prey's shoulders and easily prevented him from standing.

"Where you think you're going, pretty boy?" "I need to wash out my mouth." "Why? It's just going to get filled up again." "Nooo."

Despite Joe's upset, the other Black guys were lining up and freeing their cocks. Every one of those muscles-of-love was way bigger than average. Any one of them could dwarf Joe's laughable

endowment. There was a mix among them, with different lengths and skin tones. Joe coughed and warm semen, mixed with his own spit, drooled into his cleavage. The first party-goer in line stepped up and used his enviable rod to slap Joe's face several times. That was enough to get that tool hard. He grabbed Joe by the ears and shoved it between his writhing lips, burying it deep.

"I'm too nice to do this to a girl, but when it comes to sissies, I like to deliver a good face-humping."

He demonstrated by pumping hard, hurting Joe's ears and throat at the same time. He plowed away, with his scrotum bumping the wet chin. Several onlookers clapped their hands in time with the tempo he set. Joe felt totally dehumanized, reduced to a human cock-sleeve. His view was filled by the shaft as it withdrew and was thrust back in, again and again. Unlike, Baron, this one didn't want to take his time. He just wanted to get his rocks off.

"Gonna bust my nut!" he called out.

His cream blasted out. Because he kept slamming, lots of it got forced out around Joe's stretched lips. He was dimly aware that phones had been produced and pictures were being taken. As soon as that cock was withdrawn, there was another waiting to be pleasured. This one was shorter but more girthy. When it was inserted, the hinges of Joe's jaws were elongated to their limits. This horny bastard wanted special treatment. After some spirited sucking, he pulled out.

"Lap my balls, Josie," he ordered.

Aware of all the eyes on him, and the cameras at the ready, Joe nevertheless did as he was told. He slurped those plums, tasting the sweat on them, along with the flavors already in his violated mouth. One of the girls tittered. He was ordered to take the balls into his mouth. Another got down and whispered into his ear that even most sissies wouldn't do that. The guy being serviced at last let him Joe back to mouthing his BBC. The husband's head was swimming. He couldn't get rid of the smell of semen that clung to him. This was madness. The guy he was cock-slobbering on decided he was ready to pop his cork, and told Joe to open wide and jerk him off, making sure that the entire load went into his gaping mouth. With phones capturing that disgrace in videos, he pumped while aiming, to make a fresh load fly straight between his lips. He struggled to gulp it all down.

The rest of the guys had their fun with him too. By the end, he had cream on his face and in the wig that he had previously been so careful to take care of. He was a bedraggled sight. They allowed him to get stiffly to his feet.

Baron gave Joe's bottom a squeeze and declared, "You got another fun-zone that we haven't even started on yet. Them-there cheeks are so squishy. Like they say, the softer the cushion, the better the pushin'."

"You don't mean..." he said worriedly. "You aren't going to... Not there!"

"Imma do whatever I please, Josie. You better get used to that. But right now, I got to give my loving to that hot wife of yours. She been patiently waiting for her turn. Now that I fed you a load, I'll take plenty of time to shoot again. She's going to get the one-hour treatment. Won't that be nice for her?" When Joe didn't respond, Baron repeated his question, with more emphasis.

Realizing the he was expected to agree, and concerned about what would happen if he didn't, the harried husband said, "Yes. It will be terrific for my wife." When the Black man appeared to expect more, Joe improvised. "She... err... will be so happy because sex with me is... uh... a big zero."

Baron chortled. "You said it man, not me." He took Ginger's hand and walked away, calling back, "Follow us, Josie. I'm not done with you yet."

The beaten man staggered after them, the heels hurting him more than ever. When they reached the bedroom upstairs, Baron went to the window and looked out. He opened it wide.

With a sneer he said, "Out you go, Chubby Cheeks." "I can't do that."

"Sure, you can. There's enough roof there for you, and the slant isn't too steep. You can kneel out there and hold onto the window sill. I don't want you in here with that jizz all over your front. Move it!"

Ginger smirked as he exited the house. He cowered outside, the dropping temperature making his skin prickle. Baron closed the window most of the way. He embraced Ginger and kissed her firmly on the mouth. They undressed each other unhurriedly, with plenty of touching as it progressed. When they were naked, she laid on the bed and smiled up at her new lover. He knelt between her knees. After he briefly pressed his member against her mound it was ready for action. Joe began to blubber uncontrollably. He knew he would have to live for a long time with the consequences of what happened next. Baron eased into the willing wife. She murmured happily. He set a slow rhythm, occasionally varying his speed and the angle of penetration. It was plain that the man was accomplished at satisfying a woman. He soon had Ginger panting and moaning, while Joe saw his future with her being irrevocably altered. There was a long period of the Black sexpert keeping her under his spell and giving her two orgasms in the process.

She wrapped her legs around Baron. He moved faster, building up to a frenzied pace. Joe had a white-knuckle hold on the window. His wife cried out. Baron growled. No effort was made to mute the sounds of their passionate joining. They came at the same time, in a rapture of sexual fulfillment. After their shared

peak, they relaxed by stages, until they were calm again. He withdrew and stretched out alongside her with his flaccid cock still so much bigger than Joe's was when it was erect. The newly cuckolded man felt enervated. To his surprise, his tiny dick was hard. He put his hand into his panties so he could hold it, applying pressure and relaxing it repeatedly. How could he be doing that while dressed in lingerie, wearing his wig, and having so recently sucked off all those Black dudes, and after watching his wife willingly taken?

"All right," Baron decided, getting out of bed. "You can come back in, Josie. I'll even let you onto the bed. What the hell. It's you who'll be cleaning the sheets tomorrow morning."

"Yeah," seconded Ginger. "And doing the rest of the housework. A sissy like you should adore having that job. I have my French maid costume from last Halloween, for you to wear."

Baron opened the window, half dragged Joe inside, and then closed it. With his hand clamped on the back of the husband's neck, he walked him to the bed.

"I left quite a mess in Ginger's pussy. Why don't you be a sweetheart for her and clean it up?"

"You mean with a washcloth?"

"No, fool. I mean with your tongue. After all the cream you ate before, this will be no big deal."

Joe was so defeated that he didn't fight back. Getting into position, he muttered something about never having used his mouth there before. His wife pointed out that, since he would never be permitted to put his pathetic dick into her, it made sense for him to substitute his mouth from then on. He surrendered to the inevitable and lapped her furrow from bottom to top, gathering cum and eating it. He kept on like that, swabbing up the generous deposit and even giving her mild stimulation. When he was allowed to stop, he was relieved.

His relief was short-lived, however, when he heard Baron say, "You still got me to clean with that sissy mouth, Josie. It ain't like you haven't done a bunch of that already."

The panty-wearer shifted to the other side of the bed. He began to polish the knob with his overworked tongue. To his amazement, Baron grew firm again.

"Holy crap, sissy," the dominant Black man said. "See what you went and did. Now you have to help me get off again, so I won't go to sleep with my balls full. I'm gonna do you a solid. Since your mouth got to be hurting by now, I'll stick my Johnson somewhere else. Up on your knees, girl, and move up to the head of the bed."

"Please, Sir," Joe said weakly. "Don't do that. Use my mouth. Let me suck your cock again. I'll be happy to do it, if you just don't... don't..."

Joe was dazed. He didn't want that final degradation to occur. When his pleas failed, he went where instructed. That put his face alongside Ginger's. She blew an air kiss at him. Baron got behind his bedroom plaything to wrench down his panties. He pawed the buttocks that had drawn his attention earlier, then spread them with his large hands. The business end of his battering ram touched Joe's nether pucker.

The distressed loser wept. "You can't do it. Your cock is way too big. Please, let me just suck you off again, Sir. I'll do a super job. Honest I will."

"Hush up," Baron soothed. "Relax and enjoy the ride."

He pressed more firmly against the bullseye. With a jerk of his pelvis, he jammed the knob inside. Joe wailed but with the Black Master's fingers digging into his hips, he could not break away. Ginger blew into her spouse's ear.

She said, "I know you'll enjoy having him inside you as much as I do, faggot."

Joe did not enjoy it as that jumbo sausage penetrated him, inch after inch, until Baron was planted up to his balls. The

conquering invader eased back almost all the way, then made his reentry. As he continued the unrushed in-out, Joe's perception of it was altered. His overstimulated nerve endings sent a message to the sexual center of his brain. Joe's cock became harder than he could remember it ever being. It hadn't gotten that aroused with Ginger or even when he dressed in his favorite baby-doll nightie and played with himself. Baron was raping his butt and he was responding like a natural homo. Ginger reached under him to confirm what was going on.

"Yep," she said. "Just like I figured. My queer hubby's miniature prick is hard as a rock." She patted it before withdrawing her hand. "Have fun, Josie. This is the only way you'll get your jollies from now on."

With hot tears running through the spunk on his cheeks, Joe endured that pain that somehow was also pleasure. He gasped. He pushed back against Baron's assault, to make sure his cock probed as far as possible. Joe was in a trance.

"Don't stop," he begged. "Please, Sir. Make me your ass-slave. I'll belong to you. Don't slow down. Don't stop. I'm going to... going to... explode!"

He did exactly that, while Baron's nozzle drenched his bowels with fresh cream. Joe's panties were still in position, in front, to catch his own output. After he had attained his apex and began to come down, he understood the enormity of what had just happened, the

words he had said, and how he would never be able to deny being a sissy, desperate for the next cock that he could milk. Baron stood up. He tugged the sheet under Joe, to use it like a full-body sling. The muscular man easily lifted his boy-toy and deposited him lightly in a corner of the room.

"You can stay there all night," he said with finality. "I'll be where you used to sleep, next to this gorgeous woman." He bent at the waist and reverently kissed each of Ginger's nipples, angling his body so it wouldn't block Joe's view. He made a quick visit to the bathroom to clean up his monster cock after having it up Joe's fundament. When he reappeared, Joe's wife had replaced the soiled sheet with a fresh one. Baron got back into bed, next to Ginger.

She cuddled against him. Then she told Joe, "I'm sure Baron and I will be going at it again before morning, Josie. We'll try to be quiet so we don't disturb you -- NOT."

The pair on the bed enjoyed a laugh at Joe's expense. Then they drifted off to peaceful sleep in each other's arms. They would need some rest before the subsequent bouts of lovemaking that would take place soon. Joe could only lie where he was, in his place of shame, waiting with an eagerness he didn't fully understand, for that to happen.

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