Into the Deep End! by Throne (37 Pages) (Patreon)

Into The DEEP END!

By Throne

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INTO THE DEEP END by Throne

"But honey," Billy whined to his new bride.  "I can't wear this at the swimming pool."

"Hey," said  Miranda impatiently.  She already had on a short belted robe to wear to  the pool.  "Can I help it if that company sent the wrong thing?  You  were the one who didn't want to go shopping with me.  It was you who said I should order something on-line."

He looked forlornly at the  tiny bit of stretchy, pale gold material she was holding.  It was less  like a swimsuit and more like a posing strap.  Or a bikini bottom.   Still, she was making a valid point.  He had balked at going shopping with her.  

So Billy just sighed and said, "Yes, dear.  I can always buy something else later."

"Sure you can.  Later."  She sounded mildly amused, as if there was something he wasn't aware of.  

The newly married guy hadn't  been happy since his wife had talked him into moving there.  Blackstone  Apartments was a nice enough place, but so many of the residents were  Black or Hispanic.  Not that he was prejudiced, but having grown up in an all-white suburban neighborhood left him  feeling uncomfortable around people of color.  On the other hand, as his  bride had pointed out, there were plenty of young white women living  there.  He couldn't deny that.  Yet it unsettled him that they always seemed to be associating with Black men, who were  uniformly tall and well built.  Occasionally a white guy would appear,  except that all of them were short and slim... like Billy.  

His wife told him, "Let's go.  I want to get a good spot for my chair."  

The complex's pool had a  wide concrete apron around it, with plenty of space, but he decided  against pointing that out.  Maybe she just wanted to be able to sit with  her friend Beth.  That was who had recommended moving in here.  Miranda and Beth were both slender but with full busts  and prominent bottoms.  The two blond beauties had know each other in  high school.   

Billy said, "Okay.  Just give me a minute to get changed."  He turned toward the bedroom.

His wife put her hands on  her hips and stepped in front of him, blocking his path.  "If you go in  there, you'll start fussing with your hair and probably get into those  skin products you're obsessed with.  Just change into your swimsuit right here."

He fidgeted.  Her eyebrows  rose questioningly.  Billy shifted his feet, looked down, and then  brought his eyes back up.  She was still waiting.  He reluctantly began  to unbutton his sport shirt.  Miranda watched as he stripped down to his jockey shorts, the pale yellow ones she had  gotten him.  He unhappily shed those as well and stood there with his  limited amount of pubic hair on display.  Worse than that, he had bared  his undersized privates.  He normally made a point to stay covered up for sleeping or, if they were about to have  sex, to wait until the lights were out before getting naked.  Recently  his wife had been insisting on leaving the bedside lamp lit.  That  distracted him and interfered with his performance.  He would either finish much too soon, or else lose his erection.  She  always expressed sympathy but somehow made it sound like  disappointment.  He tugged the swimsuit up his slim legs and wasn't  pleased by how it showed off the smallness of his genitals.  Feeling around in back he discovered that it left his cheeks half bare.   

"Okay," he said, his shoulders sagging.  "Let's go."

"Right.  My chair is over there, with a few other things you can carry."

He swiveled his head and saw  not only the lounge chair, but a blanket, a large, colorful straw bag, a  little cooler, and her wide-brimmed sunhat with its rainbow band.   Billy started to ask for help but she had turned her back.  He did the best he could to arrange everything so it  could all be carried at once.  As he struggled up behind her she turned  and shook her head.

"You're going to ruin my  hat, holding it that way."  Miranda snatched it from him.  "I'll just  put it here."  She set it on his head and pulled it down tight.  The  band passed through the brim on either side, forming long ties.  She took those and knotted them under his chin, then  made a big bow.  "And I don't want you getting too much sun," she  decided.  Reaching into the copious bag she found a tube of sunblock and  a smaller one of protective lip gloss.  "Let's do your cheeks and mouth."  She worked for a minute and declared him  done.  Then she dropped the products back into the bag, opened the front  door, and stood aside to let him exit.  "And please don't drag your  feet," she concluded.

Billy did his best to keep  up with her.  He watched her shapely legs, appreciating how that brief  robe left them mostly exposed.  They  got to the pool, where someone had  that annoying hip  hop music on the sound system.  He was less than pleased to see a number of the big, Black,  male apartment dwellers there.  Miranda snapped her fingers and gestured  for him to follow her.  She was heading for her friend Beth, who was  stretched out on her own lounge chair.  Billy's eyes went wide when he saw the girl was wearing the tiniest of  micro-bikinis.  

Without thinking, he said to Miranda, "That's disgraceful.  It's like she's advertising her body to all the men."

His bride said, "What, Billy?  What did you say?"

He didn't repeat it because  they were close enough now for Beth to hear.  When Miranda stopped he  halted behind her.  She unbelted her robe and slid it off her creamy  shoulders.  To Billy's horror, she had on a bikini as miniscule as her friend's.  There was only a narrow strand  of material in the back, between her buttocks.  She tossed the robe over  her husband's shoulder, pointed to the chair, and then to a space  alongside her BFF.  He clumsily got the chair onto the concrete, set everything else to the side, and opened the  folding piece of furniture, requiring three tries to finish the  job.  Miranda irritably told him to spread the towel on her chair and he  did that too.  She stood for a moment, that almost nonexistent swimwear displaying her charms from the front, back and side.  It  featured only small triangles of material on the centers of her boobs.   Billy saw several Black guys eyeing her.  Two of them seemed especially  interested.  She glanced their way before languidly lowering herself onto the chair.  

While looking at those two  Black men, Billy saw three Latina girls entering the fenced-in area.   They also had brief two-piece outfits but their curves were more  generous than Miranda's or Beth's.   They overflowed everywhere.  He couldn't take his eyes off them.  

Suddenly his wife snapped,  "Yo, super stud.  Do you want to stop gawking at those busty girls?   Hmmm?  I don't imagine they'd be interested in you anyway.  Not with  that look you're sporting."

Beth grinned maliciously at him and added, "Yeah, Billy boy.  Is today Dress Like a Fairy Day?"

"You mean the hat?"

Beth told him, "The gay hat  and that handkerchief you're wearing as a bathing suit, but especially  your make-up.  You look so good somebody might just eat you up.  Except  it would be another fairy."

"What?"  He touched the sides of his face.  "What make-up?"

His wife's friend rummaged  in her beach bag and pulled out a compact.  She opened it and held it  out to him with the mirror facing in his direction.  He took it with an  unsteady hand and drew it closer.  Oh no.  That sunblock was pink and made it look like his cheeks were blushing  brightly.  And the lip gloss was yellow, so it looked like he was trying  to revive some out-of-date female cosmetics fashion.  When he turned to  Miranda she didn't react.  

"So?" she wanted to know.   "You want to ruin your smooth white skin?  I don't want to hear about  it.  And leave the hat on for a while.  It's wide enough to keep the sun  off your manly shoulders."

The two Black guys were  still showing interest in the girls.  They got up and took several  bottles from a cooler.  Wearing nothing but trunks, they started toward  the group.  Almost at once, Billy noticed the impressive bulges in their suits.  He thought about his own inadequacy  and his recent unreliable performances in bed.  What he didn't need was  to be compared with anyone like that.  Both guys obviously worked out.   When they got there they offered bottles to Miranda and Beth.

"Thought you ladies might like some sweet wine coolers.  Sweet drinks for sweet girls.  I'm Def and my man here is Yoyo."

Just as Billy was expecting  his wife and her friend to reject the offer, Miranda reached out and  accepted one.  "Well, thanks, Def.  So nice to meet you."  She  introduced herself and Beth.   "I just moved in and have been hoping to get to know some..."  She ran her eyes from his  handsome face to his firm pecs, over his six-pack abs, and stopped at  the juncture of his muscular legs.  "... interesting people."  

Yoyo handed a wine cooler to  Beth.  The guys sat on the foot of each female's chair.  They had  brought beers for themselves and twisted off the caps, as the women did  the same with their bottles.  Everyone raised their drinks in a silent toast and then they all took long swallows.

Def said, "Sorry we didn't bring a soda or juice box or whatever for your little gay friend."

"Oh, him," Miranda said in a  dismissive way.  "He's just my husband.  At first he was behaving and  trying to help, in his own fumbling way.  But then he started goggling  at those three gorgeous senoritas over there.  Acting like he was single.  And like he might actually have a  chance with them."

Looking where Miranda  indicated, Def said, "I know them.  They're cool.  I can introduce you  later.  And then your..."  He hesitated as if the next word didn't seem  right.  "... husband can go and apologize.  You know, cause he was undressing them with his eyes and all.  Even  though he has a bitchin' hot wife like you."

She gave Def a seductive  smile and said sweetly, "Thank you for the compliment.  Now I owe you  one.  I'm sure I'll be giving it to you... later."   To her husband she  said, "Billy, you need to cool off after getting all steamed up from having fantasies about those three girls.  Give me  my hat so you don't get it wet, then go take a dip in the pool."

When Billy hesitated, Def  and Yoyo stared at him in a no-nonsense way.  He took the hint, telling  himself he was obeying just to placate his wife after the way he had  gaped at those girls.  When he got to the edge of the pool he turned, gripped the handles of the ladder, and  descended slowly.  

"Damn," said Def as he watched.  "He goes in like an old lady."

"Truth," agreed Yoyo.  "Stead of just jumping off the diving board."

"I know," said Miranda.  "He's like that about other things, too."

Def was interested in  pursuing that thought.   He glanced over and saw Billy walking in the  shallow end.  When the husband dipped down and the water was level with  his neck, his cheeks and lips all colored up, he could have been mistaken for a girl.  The athletic Black man asked  the young married woman if she liked his swimsuit.  She sat up and  reached out to run the tip of one finger over where it covered the top  of his thigh, not too far from that attention-getting bulge.  Then she said something about how the suit felt well made.  She  was in no hurry to stop touching him there, even if it was with only one  finger.  He was interested in that, too.  

"Now your suit," he said,  lightly fingering one of the ties that held the bottom together on the  side.  "It's real well put together.  Like you.  It could take a lot of  stretching.  And you getting into all sorts of tricky positions."

"Mmm hmm."  Her finger moved  closer to his hidden glory.  "I'm sure someone could stretch it a lot.   And I could get into plenty of different positions.  And then do it all  over again. "

Yoyo was joking around with  Beth.  Being single, she didn't  hesitate to put her foot on his lap, so  that her heel rested gently on what was between his legs.  He playfully  manipulated her toes.  

"You so white," he said, stroking her calf.  "Like a dove.  A soft beautiful dove."

She made an appreciative  sound and moved her foot slightly to send a signal.  From the pool,  Billy looked on impotently.  He was disturbed by Def acting  so familiar around his bride.  Maybe he should get out of the water and at least be present over there.  The interloper wouldn't  go any further if Billy was present.  Right?  But the uncertain husband  didn't want to get his wife any more upset with him than she already  was.  He moved around the pool, catching glimpses of those Latinas again.  They really were phenomenal.  At last he  decided to go back to Miranda.   As he climbed up the short ladder and  stood on the edge of the pool he noticed eyes turning his way.  There  was a buzz of exchanged comments.  Was it because of the products on his face?  

He saw that people were  looking lower than that.  His eyes dropped to the front of his suit and  he understood what everyone was focused on.  Now that it was wet, the  suit Miranda had gotten him was practically transparent.  It was easy to see the outline of his penis and  testicles.  He cringed with shame.  Someone laughed.  That made others  feel it was all right to react, and there were suddenly peals of  laughter.  Plus chuckles.  Giggles.  Guffaws.  He put his hands modestly over his essentials and scampered toward his wife's  chair.  When he got there she gave him a sour look.

"What?" she wanted to know.

"The suit you got me.  It's wet."  He was too shaken up to say more.

"And?"

"When it gets wet it changes."

She shrugged.  "Am I supposed to guess exactly how it changes?"

"It becomes..."  He lowered his voice.  "... almost transparent.  Do you understand?"

"Not really.  You'll have to show me."

"B... but, Beth will see.  And so will those..."  He pointed at Def and Yoyo.  "They're..."

Miranda scowled.  "Now you're just being difficult.  Either show me or shut up."

His lips quivered as he  slowly parted his hands.  Miranda asked for more.  When he still tried  to block the view of anyone at a different angle, she told him to put  his hands on top of his head.  And spread his feet apart.  He whimpered but he did it.  

Def said, "Whoa.  Somebody got shortchanged."

Yoyo smirked.  "Yeah.  Like the bride on their honeymoon."

Billy pouted and said, "Please, can I at least have a towel?"

Miranda rolled her eyes.   "None of us are embarrassed by seeing your little winkle.  We're all  grown-ups here, Billy.  At least the rest of us are.  We were thinking  of heading back to the apartment  soon.  Maybe Beth and I giving our new friends something to nibble on.  But first you  need to go over to those three girls you were having dirty thoughts  about, so you can say you're sorry.  Like Def suggested before.  Go on.   Now.  And no more of that silly covering up.  I'm sure they've seen one of those before."

"Yeah," Beth said, "but never that small."

Def added, "Like a cooked shrimp."

Yoyo contributed, "Or a pink peanut."  

Billy stood there, unable to  move.  Def rose and got nose-to-nose with him.  Calm but deadly, he  said, "Don't disrespect Miranda, boy.  What kind of thing is that to  do?  You stupid or something?  Get to getting and do what she said."  Billy put his hands at his sides and, thoroughly  mortified, walked to where the three lovelies were relaxing in the  midday sun.  They examined him curiously.  

He said, "I think I owe you an apology."

"For sure," said the first.  "You owe all ladies a big apology.  I feel sorry for any girl who goes with you."

"No, what I meant was that,  earlier, I was sort of looking at you.  Admiring you.  Because you're so  pretty."  He ran out of words and the girls just left him hanging,  while he suffered in silence.

Finally the second one said, "So what's the story, little one?  Did you leave your cock in your other swimsuit?"

"No.  It's just that the water must have been kind of cold and I had a physical reaction to that."

"Aww," the final one said with unmistakable insincerity.   "I'm sure that's it.  Except that the water is warm.  So maybe you're  just having a reaction to being (something in Spanish)."  His obvious  incomprehension made her translate, "A loser wimp."

They all laughed.  He tried  not to notice their dark eyes and full lips, thick black hair, tawny  skin, big round boobs, narrow waists, swelling hips, and shapely legs.   They could see how much trouble he was having.   The three of them got up and crowded around him.  Their fingertips  trailed over his shoulders, back and chest.  One of them made sure to  touch his nipples.  Another teased his ears.  The third patted his  bottom.  He stood there, squirming.  Though he tried not to become aroused, his pecker stiffened.  It got halfway hard and  then they withdrew, to resume their former seated positions.  

He was standing there, those  colors on his face, that bathing suit still mostly see-through, but  now he had a semi-erection.  And without the female bodies shielding  him, others could see it.  He started to move one direction and then another.  Billy was too close to one of the  threesome and she hooked an index finger under the waist of his  abbreviated trunks.  When he attempted to step away from her she tugged  downward, dragging the suit partway off his hip.  He squeaked and grabbed at it.  Fresh laughter erupted from onlookers all  around him.  

"P... please," he said.  "I have to get back to my wife.  She needs me."

"For what?  Looks like she's got somebody better equipped to take care of business for her."

"Like maybe you're out and he's in."

"Way deep in, from what I can see he's got."

"No," Billy bleated.  "I can't leave her with that... with... him."

"Got it.  (Something in Spanish.)  Run back over there and rescue her.  I know that's what she wants."

Billy adjusted his suit and  retreated, almost tripping over a pair of running shoes someone had set  by their blanket.  He got back to Miranda's chair.  

"Hey, Tarzan," his wife said  casually.  "We changed our minds.  We're going in the water before we  leave.  You stay here and watch our stuff."

As the foursome went toward  the pool, Billy sat down disconsolately, pulled his knees up under his  chin, and hugged his legs.  The girls jumped into the shallow end.  Def  and Yoyo went to the diving board and dove in skillfully, barely making splashes.  They all met up in the  middle, where the water was deep enough that the women couldn't touch  bottom but the men could.  Black hands held onto white bodies to support  them.  Miranda wrapped her legs around Def.  Her arms circled his neck.  Yoyo supported Beth on her back while she  floated.  One of his hands was on the back of her neck and the other  under her ass.  Billy became increasingly distraught.  He had to blink  back tears.  For the next twenty minutes it went on like that.  

The four of them emerged  from the pool.  They were chatting and chuckling as they returned to the  chairs.  Billy had to gather and carry everything of his wife's.  He  fought to manage the load.  Yoyo took most of Beth's things and handled them easily, with her taking her bag.  Def  grabbed the few items he and his buddy had arrived with, mainly a small  cooler and two blankets.  Billy struggled to bring up the rear as the  others went toward his apartment.  

When the leaders got there  they stopped to continue their conversation.  Billy went ahead of  them, onto the steps, and turned back.

"This is our unit," he said  with less decisiveness than intended.  "I guess my wife and I will be  going in now."  Maybe the Black guys would take his hint.

Beth pointed to his flaccid  penis, still partly visible through the drying material.  "That's your  unit," she sneered.  "And there's not much to it."

"And we will be going in now," Miranda seconded.  As Billy breathed a sigh of relief she added the unwelcome words, "All of us."

Once they were inside, the  girls mixed drinks and handed them around.  Only Billy was left without  one.  He was at the limit of his patience.  His stress level was off the  charts.  He finally lost control.

"Miranda," he said,  somewhere between anger and desperation.  "You can't do this.  Why did  you invite these... these people into our apartment?  I saw you in the  pool.  You were acting like a tramp.  You're a married woman."

Everyone else fell silent as  she glowered at her spouse.  "Oh?  I have a little fun and that's what  you think about it?  It's okay for you to fasten your eyes on those hot  Latin girls and act like a pig.  But if I let a nice guy hold me up when I'm in deep water, that's a sin.   Thank you, Mr. Double Standard.  Maybe if you're going to call me a  slut, I should just go ahead and act like one."

"I'm sorry."  He was suddenly contrite.  "I didn't mean it that way.  It was just... It's only that..."

"No," Beth broke in.   "Miranda's right."  She got behind Billy's wife.  "If you're going to  insult her like that, she doesn't have to be all nice and proper."  Her  fingers were doing something against her girlfriend's back.  "And the first step is for her to get out of this wet bathing  suit."  Beth had untied the strings back there and now she reached  around to pull the bikini top up and off.

Instead of being shocked or  upset, Miranda laughed.  She turned around and, after some pretend  tussling, got Beth's top off.  Def and Yoyo looked appreciatively as  each girl raised her breasts with her hands.  Billy almost went into some sort of brain-freeze shock.  His wife went  to Def and put her arms around him.  Her naked boobs were flattened  against his firm chest.  The sound that came out of Billy's throat was a  tortured moan.  Miranda closed her eyes, parted her lips, and tilted back her head.  The invitation was unmistakable.   Def turned his face toward Billy for several seconds, giving him the  opportunity to object if he had the nerve.  When the stunned husband  didn't protest, Def pressed his mouth to Miranda's and they shared a long deep kiss.  Not to be outdone, Beth did the same  with Yoyo.  

"So?" Miranda asked her spouse.  "Am I being enough of a dirty girl for you?  Anything you want to say, Romeo?"

"It's just...   I don't think you should...   Could you at least put your top back on?"

"Why?  Weren't you imagining those girls at the pool with their tits out?  Weren't you?"

"Yes, but..."  He realized too late what he had just confessed.  Billy hung his head.  "I'm sorry."

"If you really want to show that you mean it, stop griping.  Okay?"

"All right."

"Promise?"

"I... promise."

"Swear?"

He didn't like making that commitment but still agreed, "I swear.  No griping."

"No matter what?"

"No matter..."  This was definitely moving beyond his control.  "No matter what."

"Fine.  But just to be sure, let's test you."  

She got her thumb and  forefinger on the bikini bottom's tie at her hip.  Billy opened his  mouth but his vow prevented him from saying anything.  All he could do  was to shake his head at half speed.  Miranda gave him a fake look of pity, as if she felt sorry for him.  Then she yanked  on the string and undid the knot.  The front of her swimsuit fell  forward on one side, revealing part of her neatly trimmed pubic  triangle.  She moved her feet apart, untied the other side, and took hold of the loose material in front.  Then she reached  behind and got the narrow thong in the back.  Dancing her hips around,  she pulled the tiny piece of cloth forward and back between her legs,  like an old school strip tease artist using a scarf, except that there was no G-string underneath.  Everyone got peeks  of her pussy.  

Def gave a lopsided grin and  encouraged, "You go, girl."  When she turned around to roll her  backside at him, he said, "Work that thing.  Work it good."  Def got  closer to her and began moving his own hips.  "Back it up now, bitch.  Bring that booty to your daddy."

Miranda laughed and closed  the space between them.  As Billy looked on in helpless defeat, his  wife's bottom bumped against the Black man's crotch.  She still  held  the bikini's lower section over her pubes.  Def got his dark hands on her naked hips and ground against her rump.   She pulled the bikini bottom away and tossed it at her spouse, who  reflexively caught it.  Billy stood there holding the scrap of bright  material against his narrow chest.  He sniffled.  Swallowed nervously.  Took a deep breath.  His wife faced Def and  wrapped her arms around him.  He lowered his hands to her bare backside  and squeezed.  She rubbed her breasts against his broad chest.  They  kissed again.  Billy whimpered.  

Billy's wife, still locked  in an embrace with Def, turned her head to the side and smirked at her  spouse.  "If I'm undressed, husband dearest, you should be too.  You  didn't like that bathing suit anyway.  So now lose it."

Yoyo gave him a scowling  look.  "Do like she says, snowflake.  Show everybody what you got.   Maybe your wife going to leave Def and come back to you, once she sees  your junk.  If it's big enough."

Close to tears, Billy worked  his bathing suit over his hips and down his unmanly legs, so he could  step out of it.  He now had what he'd been wearing, along with the lower  half of his wife's bikini, in his hands.  

Beth looked at his dick and  snickered.  "Jeez, Miranda.  How did you ever put up with that?  It's  like The Incredible Shrinking Dick."

"I know."  Miranda sighed.   "When they were handing out cocks he got in the Junior Size line."  She  reached between her body and Def's.  "Unlike some real men, who must  have gone to the Super Size department."

Def chuckled.  "It is what it is, baby.  I got it and I know how to use it."

"Mmmm," she purred.  "And I intend to find out all about that."

"Hey, if you got about an hour to spend with me..."

"OMG.  With my teeny  wienie husband it was more like two minutes.  Tops.  And he certainly  didn't know how to use even that little pickle he's stuck with."

Billy made pathetic sound  like a neglected puppy.  His wife stepped away from Def, crouched down,  and began inching down the Black stud's trunks.  Before her husband's  disbelieving eyes, she uncovered inch after inch of thick dark cock.  It just kept coming and coming.  The top of  that swimsuit was halfway down the big man's solid thighs and it was  still covering something.  As she lowered the swimwear another two  inches, the inverted bell of Def's cockhead appeared.  His organ was only partially hard and already it had passed the ten inch  mark.  She used her small hands to coax it to full arousal.  It stood  up at a mind-blowing, full foot long.  She got into a deep crouch  to lovingly kiss the underside, starting at the base and working her way up to that big knob.  When she engulfed the end  in her mouth, Billy could only wring his hands and tremble all over.

"What's the matter, Billy with the dinky-dick?" Beth inquired.  "Don't you like what you're seeing?"

"N... n… no," he stuttered.  

"Are you sure?  Because that tiny joke between your legs tells me differently."

Not understanding, he  checked where she indicated.  His mouth fell open.  Billy's undersized  pecker had risen to its full unimpressive size.  All four-plus, but  less-than-five, skinny inches of it.  He didn't understand what had happened.  Sure, he was always excited to see his  wife's body.  But not under these circumstances.  Yet he was stiffer  than he'd ever been before.  His small balls were drawn up tight.   He  could even feel it in his nipples.  

"Go on," Beth told him.   "Don't be shy.  Get your hand down there and give it a few tugs.   That'll be damn funny.  You with your cheeks and lips colored up so  pretty, yanking on that poor excuse for a prick.  Go ahead, wimp."

"Yeah," added Yoyo warningly.  "Or else."

Afraid of being touched by  the frightening Black man, maybe even hurt by him, Billy caught his  member between a thumb and forefinger.  He started pulling on it with a  slow rhythm.  Beth snorted derisively.  She brazenly removed the rest of her micro-bikini and flaunted herself at  him.  

Yoyo suggested, "What that freak likes, I think, is seeing Black on white.  Like you and me."

"That's probably right.  So let's not disappoint the pervert."  

Beth cheerfully got on her  knees to remove the second Black guy's trunks.  His cock was almost the  equal of Def's.  Beth licked it unhurriedly, giving long strokes with  her pink tongue.  Billy masturbated faster.  He bit his lips, fighting to maintain control.  Beth took the end of  Yoyo's enviable organ into her mouth and then her throat.   She didn't  stop until his heavy balls were touching her chin.  Billy's attention  flitted back and forth between the two blowjobs in progress.   With an effort, he stopped playing with himself.  But  then his fingers moved to his sensitive nipples and he stimulated  himself by playing with those two spots of pink.   Miranda got up and  lapped the center of Def's chest.  

To the Black stallion she  said, "I really need that monster cock of yours in my pussy.  How about  if we get busy in the bedroom?"

"Right on.  But your wuss  husband is getting off so good from watching, we got to take him along.   Let him see the main attraction.  You know, to help him with his hand  sex."

She flashed an evil grin at  Billy.  "Sounds perfect.  He can use the practice.  From now on, the  only pussy he'll get is hand pussy."

Miranda linked arms with  Def and led him toward the bedroom.  Billy followed in obedient  silence.  He couldn't stop staring at his wife's flawless ass, how her  cheeks moved so invitingly as she walked.  As if struggling against some invisible force, he moved his hands from his  chest and pressed them to his soft tummy.  His betraying penis refused  to relax.  Miranda sat on the edge of the bed she usually shared with  her husband.  Def put himself in front of her and she nuzzled her cheek against his thigh, tenderly kissed his  scrotum, and used both hands to hold his rampant tool upright while  lowering her chin and pressing her forehead against the underside of  that considerable length, as if committing idolatry.  Then she got onto her back and spread her legs in willing surrender.  

Def moved onto the mattress,  kneeling between her smooth thighs.  He aimed his weapon at the  vestibule of her sex.  When the head made contact and parted her nether  lips, she gasped loudly.  Billy flinched.  She moaned with pleasure as Def fed more and more of it into her, until she  had accommodated the entire thing.  Miranda writhed on the impaling  shaft.  She murmured wordlessly.

When she finally regained  the power of speech, she said,  "This is incredible, Def.  I've never  felt so full.  No one has ever gone that deep.  Certainly not my failure  of a husband.  Look at him standing there, looking more like a girl than a man.  I wouldn't be surprised if he  turned out to be a pansy."

"Yeah.  That maybe could be true.  But right now we got something else to deal with."

Switching from speech to  action, he began a slow in-out motion.  Miranda exhaled audibly and held  onto his strong arms.  He gradually increased tempo until he was  thrusting fast, fully in control, and she began meeting his jabs with jerks of her hips.  Billy's wife licked her  lips.   Her eyelids fluttered.  She arched her back slightly, raising  her chest.  Def eased back, stopped pumping but didn't withdraw all the  way.  He lowered his head to suck on her engorged nipples.  Left and right.  Left and right.  He nibbled on her neck.  She  made soft yipping sounds.  He bit harder, bit and sucked, until he left  a vivid welt.  It was as if he was marking her as exclusively his with  those love bites.  

Without fully knowing what  he was doing, Billy got his fingers back on his pecker.  He rubbed it  underneath and then massaged the tapering head with his thumb.  His  other hand returned to his chest to diddle his nipples.  From the living room he heard Yoyo and Beth getting into some  sort of noisy sexual involvement.  Though he tried, the newly made  cuckold couldn't keep images of the other couple out of his head.   Everything was intensifying his need to ejaculate.  But he didn't want to do it.  Jerking off in front of his bride was  demeaning enough.  But finishing himself would be utter disgrace.   Besides which, he was concerned that doing it without being told to  would get him into still more trouble.  

For the rest of the hour  that had started with Def and Miranda getting on the bed, the Black man  expertly pleasured her.  He had her get up on elbows and knees, in the  doggy position.  Gripping the sides of her butt he alternated long and short strokes.  It kept Miranda on edge for a  while but then sent her into a shrieking orgasm.  By the time she  settled down, Billy was on the verge of collapse.  Then Def got her onto  her back with her legs up, ankles on his shoulders.  He drilled her slowly until she was begging to be put over the top.  He  made her ask for it in the lewdest terms.  Without being encouraged, she  also pledged her body to him and reiterated that her spouse would not  ever have intercourse with her again.  Def gave her a second climax.  In the calm afterward they could hear Billy  sobbing.  

After that, Def got on his  back and encouraged the married woman to mount him, cowgirl style.  She  eagerly 'saddled up' and rode him until his overgrown cock triggered a  third finish.  Miranda was wrung out.  The  air reeked of sex.  Billy, despite his recent history of premature  ejaculations, was still holding back.  Clear fluid appeared at the tip  of his cock and he used it for lube.  As the hour drew to a close, Def  got Miranda back into the missionary position.  He started slow and, in a bravura performance, built toward a crescendo,  varying his speed and technique, until she was pleading to be satisfied  one more time.  He chortled and drove himself home with energetic  fervor.  She had a volcanic fourth explosion and he let himself spurt just as she was at her peak.  They rode out  their shared ecstasy and slowly descended from the heights.  Def got  onto his back alongside her and they held hands through their long  afterglow.  

As the happy couple returned to normalcy, Billy gasped.  He was reaching the point of no turning back.  

"Hey," said his wife.  "I don't want you shooting your gunk all over."  

There was a small shallow  bowl on the bedside stand.  Miranda had been snacking on filled  chocolates the night before.  Any that she bit into and didn't like got  spit into that bowl.  There are always some of those flavors a person doesn't favor.  Maple cream.  Maybe a coffee one  that isn't quite right.  And something that nobody is sure exactly what  it is.  There were six of those, bitten in half, that had been lying  there all night and until now.  She took the bowl and held it out toward Billy.

"W... what?" he asked nervously.

"What do you mean?  I told  you I don't want you getting your gook all over.  So aim your little  squirt gun in here and let loose."

He was absolutely humiliated  but knew that he was going to finish momentarily no matter what.  Billy  accepted the receptacle and held it under his dick.  He felt the  inevitable approaching.  Nearer and nearer.  And then it happened.  He shot his load all over the rejected sweets.   His wife and her Black lover laughed at the foolish sight he made, and  at his unmistakable shame.  Plus, it was still funny seeing him in the  colored lip gloss and sunblock.  By the time he had milked out the final sticky drops, Billy was a quivering wreck.

Not giving him any time to  recover, his wife ordered, "Clean it up, loser.  And I don't mean in the  kitchen sink.  You made a mess and now you have to lick it up, you  disgusting pig.  Ugh.  Beating off in front of your wife and her new lover.  Don't you have any class at all?  Hurry  up.  Get rid of that icky goo.  NOW!"

Billy gagged as he brought  the bowl up to his mouth.  He poked out his tongue and tasted his own  spunk.  His nose was running and he wanted to weep.  With his wife and  her lover waiting for him to complete the job, he swallowed the remnants of his pride and then chewed up and  swallowed a piece of the candy.

"Ha!" his wife hooted.   "Some people eat cream filled candy.  But my sicko husband like its with  the cream on the outside.  Nice salty cream, fresh from his baby size  balls."

The sickened young man  picked up a second piece with his lips and suctioned it onto this  tongue.  He bit into it, sobbing at the same time.   Def marveled at his  weakness.  He knew that after this, Miranda would never be able to respect her failure of a partner.  Def was already  thinking ahead about how to take further advantage of the weak-willed  wuss.  It was fascinating to see Billy choke down the remaining pieces  of semen-decorated candy and then, quaking  from stifled crying, slurp up all the remaining mess in the bottom of the  bowl.  

"Crazy," Def observed.   "Your sissy white boy do anything you say."  He gave her delightful  breast a squeeze just to drive home how defeated Billy was.   When the  cuckold didn't say a word, Def told Miranda, "Yo, girl.  You better get some rest after all that jamming.   My dog Yoyo  took real good care of Beth.  I heard her wailing along with you.  I'll  send that girl on in and the two of you can take a nap.  Me and Yoyo  will keep an eye on cream-licker Billy."

"Thanks, lover," she answered sleepily.  "Yeah.  Beth and me need some recovery time."  

Def waved at Billy to follow  him as he exited.  Minutes later Beth joined her friend and they both  slipped into a deep sleep.  Billy was standing in front of a naked   leering Yoyo, who was considering the nude white guy and nodding.  

"Yeah," Yoyo said as Def returned.  "He'll do just fine."

"Right," seconded the other  Black man.   "But we got to pretty him up some more, so he looks like  the available faggot we know he is."

"Got it," Yoyo said.

"So let's take the fruity cutie into the bathroom and she can do some hamper diving.  See what's in there for her to wear."

Billy was in a tizzy.  They  couldn't be serious.  But Def got a viselike grip on the husband's  slender upper arm, digging his dark fingers into that soft pale bicep.   He walked him to the bathroom and made Billy open the hamper.  After digging, the cuckold came up with a belly shirt  and a pair of dark, patterned stockings with elastic tops.  Yoyo grabbed  some cosmetics from a plastic basket on the top of the toilet tank.   Back in the living room, they made Billy don the snug belly shirt.  It was new and had to go through the  wash before Miranda would wear it, so the front wasn't stretched out at  all.  It was bright pink and had a string of fat red hearts printed on  it that looked like a necklace.  It took Billy a few tries before he got the stockings on properly but the guys didn't mind.   They enjoyed his struggle and it gave them an added chance to check out  his girly physique.  His gently rounded ass kept drawing their  attention.  

Yoyo gave him the make-up  and pointed him toward a decorative mirror inside the front door.  "Make  your face real cute for us, my white angel.  Cute but trashy, too."

"What he said," Def amplified.  "And do a special good job on your mouth.  Make it stand out... like a bullseye."

The hapless husband did as  he was told.  His hands shook as he put on eye shadow and mascara.  Then  he used lip liner to make his mouth more noticeable, followed by shiny  red lipstick over the paler color of the gloss.  His cheeks were still tinted pink.  When he was done his  reflection was disturbingly feminine.  Yoyo came up behind him and  tousled his hair, giving it a flirty mussed look.  Then the Black man  led him to the couch, where Def was sitting comfortably.  Def's bare knees were far apart and his recently used cock was well  displayed.  Billy could see the mingled male and female fluids that  were partly dried and sticky, all over its considerable length.  Even  flaccid, that big tool was intimidating.  Yoyo patted Billy's bottom, making the white guy shudder.  Then a heavy black hand  settled on his shoulder and applied downward pressure.  The defenseless  victim sank to his knees, which bought him eye level with Def's hanging  hose.  

"So let's do the thing," the  seated man said.  "I had to take care of your wife, cause you can't do  it.  Which left my Johnson all dirty and smelly from spunk and pussy  juice.  So if it's your fault that it got like that, it's your job to clean it up.  Get them lily white hands  working.  And when I'm up and ready, you can do the clean-up with your  fairy mouth.  Show me your skills, queer boy."

"B... but, I'm not gay," Billy pointed out with a lack of conviction.  "I've never done anything like that."

"Sure you ain't.  Never  snuck around behind your wife's back to get a taste of cock.  That's why  you got hard before, looking at my business.  Cause you ain't gay and  don't like no black anaconda.  I believe you.  But just to check and be sure, get to work.  And I mean without no more  backtalk, snowdrop.  Not unless you want to go over my knee and get  spanked like a naughty girl."

"No," Billy said in a strained whisper.  "It would wake up my wife.  She can't see me like this."

"That's what I'm saying.  Me  and Yoyo are doing you a favor.  Helping you with your faggot  confusion.  But not letting your wife see what it is.  So we'll all  three of us be quiet and she won't be none the wiser.  Unless you'd rather have her come on out and judge for herself whether  or not she's stuck with a homo husband."

"Please, don't do that.  I'll..."  He looked and sounded full of distress.  "... I'll do what you want."

He got his fingers on Def's  superior cock.  The hard working equipment that had just given Miranda  so much satisfaction.  And driven her to swear off sex with her  husband.  As Billy gingerly handled that double helping of man-flesh, it returned to life.  How could that be happening  so soon?  After Billy finished, he had always needed at least a day  before he was ready to perform again.  But Def had no difficulty  attaining his full -- foot long with wide girth -- dimensions.  Billy stroked it lightly with one hand, cupping Def's heavy balls in the  palm of his other.  The recent groom saw his life spiraling out of  control.  He wanted to stall but the Black man's stern expression told  him not to even think about that.

So Billy opened his mouth  and extended his tongue.   He inhaled the mixed scents of Def's body,  Miranda's secretions, and the Black man's cum.  Then he tasted it all.   The salty organic flavor made him gag.  But he kept going.  The threat of his wife seeing him feminized and in this  compromising position was too much.  He was already rationalizing that  she would get past her momentary poor judgement and see the value  of Billy's stable lifestyle.  He would redeem himself in her eyes.  She would concede that it was better to have a good man  like him for the long run, rather than a superficially more desirable  one like Def for a brief fling.  Everything would soon be back to  normal, he promised himself as the bulging head of that potent cock pressed his tongue to the floor of his mouth and he  began to suck hard on it.  Billy failed to see the contradiction between  his combined denial and rationalization, as opposed to the reality he  was undergoing.  

"We own you, bitch," Def  told him.  "So just keep on with them lips and that tongue.  Keep  everything going down there.  I know you can't get my shaft into your  throat, white boy, so just use your hand to pump it.  That's right.  Even though you can't get them short fingers all the  way around me.  Slow and steady.  You look real natural with a black  cock in stuck in your face."

Yoyo knelt behind Billy and  ran his hands up and down his back.  He stroked his thighs and pawed his  ass.  He even stuck a blunt finger between the cuckold's cheeks and  prodded his hole.  Through it all, Billy kept sucking and pumping.

"Day-am but you're soft,"  Yoyo told Billy.  "It's like handling a girl."  He reached around, felt  for Billy's nipples, found them and began tweaking the twin points,  though not too hard.  Then he moved one hand down to check for a response.  "And now your miniature pecker be all  hard again.  You really getting a kick out of being fondled and having  your mouth stuffed with black cock."

Billy wanted to contradict  him but was unsure of his own feelings.  Why was he aroused a second  time?  And so soon after ejaculating?  It didn't make sense.  Not  unless...  But he didn't want to entertain the obvious possibility.  Yoyo went away and returned with two fat joints  and a lighter.  He and Def started smoking.  The seated man made a joke  about Billy having a different kind of joint between his lips.  He kept  the cowering husband where he was for a long half hour.  Then he gave him a breather, except that Billy had to kiss  Def's balls while he was catching his breath.  Then Def got one hand on  the back of Billy's head and commanded him to suck harder and use his  fist faster.  After that it didn't take long before the Black man blasted his load into Billy's mouth and down his  throat.  The kneeling husband's stomach roiled as he consumed the  generous feeding.  For several more minutes he continued sucking,  stroking only every two seconds or so, while Def grew soft.  At last Billy took his mouth off that gigantic pole.  At last his  ordeal was over.

"My turn," announced Yoyo.   "Swing around to the side and get your head down, little white bunny.   Ass up.  I want some of that sissy backdoor-pussy."

"No!" Billy protested, even as he was assuming the position.  "Not that.  I'm a married man.  Please.  It's not fair."

"What's fair got to do with  it?" Yoyo asked rhetorically.  "Just do what you're told, white boy.  I  know your type.  Make a big fuss but deep down you want just what we're  giving you.  That's right.  Show me that girly ass."

Yoyo got on his knees behind  Billy, still smoking his spliff.  He took it out of his mouth long  enough to spit on his fingers and use the saliva to wet Billy's pucker,  making sure to get some inside.  Then he put the end of his rigid cock against that tightness and leaned in.

"Wait," Billy pleaded.  "I won't be able to keep quite.  Give me a throw pillow from the couch to bury my face in."

Def told him, "I'll give you  something to help you stay quiet, pillow biter."  He got on the carpet  in front of Billy and lay on his belly with a couch pillow under his  hips.  "Now put your face against my butt."

Not fully comprehending,  Billy did it anyway.  He was beyond thinking very much.  Yoyo helpfully  got his hand on the back of Billy's head and shoved his face deep into  the cleft of Def's ass, so that the white guy had his mouth against Def's pucker.  

Yoyo told his prey, "Start  kissing that asshole, you asshole.  Lick it.  Run your tongue around  it.  And then get your dirty queer tongue inside."

Too scared to not obey,  Billy followed those disgusting orders.  When Def told his buddy that  Billy's tongue was all the way in, Yoyo slammed the bulbous head of his  cock past Billy's tight anal ring.  The white guy cried out but the sound was muffled by Def's suffocating ass.  Yoyo  jammed more of his cock inside.  Billy reflexively struggled but the  back door intruder held him by his squirming hips and forced the rest of  his eleven inches in before he paused.  Then he began the old push-pull, riding Billy heedlessly, not caring  about any pain or damage he caused.  It was like Yoyo was using the  lowliest of whores.  He banged away while Billy groaned steadily yet  kept servicing Def's ass.  Billy rimmed and jabbed as if his life depended on it.  After a time that Billy was too far gone to  calculate, Yoyo froze, grunted loudly, and gave a half dozen violent  thrusts.

"Going to bust my nut," the lustful attacker hissed.

He jetted his spunk into  Billy's defenseless ass.  It was sickening to the human receptacle to  think that another man's sperm was entering his bowels.  He choked and  muttered and blubbered.  Finally Yoyo came to a full stop.  His fingers were digging into Billy's hips.  Slowly his  grip relaxed.

Yoyo cursed  happily, volubly, finishing with an especially loud, "Good goddamn!"   Then he asked, "Did I just pop your sissy cherry, white bread?"

"What?" Billy said through his soreness and confusion, his anus still stretched out by the deeply implanted rod.  

"I said was that your first time, Billy white girl?"

"Yes," Billy croaked.  "I'm not gay."

The next voice he heard was  Miranda's, saying, "You sure look gay to me, husband mine.  I heard  Yoyo's 'good goddamn' and it woke me up.  And look what I find.  You  offering your sissy ass to my new friends."

"That's not what happened," Billy insisted.  "It was...  I didn't want to..."

She got down on one knee and  looked under him.  Then she used her forefinger to give his cock a hard  flick.  "And that's why you're little dingus is standing up straight  and not very tall... again."

"B... but..."

Def broke in, "I'm sorry,  babe.  Me and Yoyo got a little high and your sissy husband turned all  flirty.  Showed his true colors.  He was looking at our cocks and  slobbering.  Wagging his pink and white tail at us.  Taking advantage of me and Yoyo being stoned.  Kind of like doing  date rape on us.  Gobbled down my cock and still wanted more.  He had to  have my man Yoyo up his tailpipe.  He got us when we were at a  disadvantage."

To Billy's shocked surprise  she told Def, "I believe you.  No wonder my husband was always such a  dud in bed.  It wasn't just his dinky dick.  He was thinking about  sucking bones and having guys slamming his ass."  She peered hard at Billy and said furiously, "You are nothing but a  faggot.  I was always willing to give you one more chance, but this is  the end.  I'm doing to dump you like the lying sissy piece of crap you  are."

Beth had also woken up and  been listening in.  She suggested, "Don't get rid of him so fast,  Miranda.  He owes you big time.  Keep him around to pay the bills and, I  don't know, clean the house.  Run errands.  And buy you sexy clothes to wear for Def.  Make him pay for how bad he  disrespected you."

Miranda calmed down enough  to listen to that advantageous plan.  She touched her chin and opined,  "You're right, honey.  Thanks.  I needed to hear that.  Why just  toss the queer-bait out so he can go hurt someone else?  I'll keep the jerk around."

Def contributed, "And now  that you're with me, girl, I'll make sure he stays in line.  Me and  Yoyo.  Besides which, we can give him all the sissy sex he can stand,  but make it rough so he remembers what's what."

Billy was trying to make  sense of that thinking when his wife went to Def, put her arms around  him, and declared, "That's perfect.  Thank you for being a real man and  sticking up for me."

"Hell, girl.  I'll stick up for you any time you want.  All twelve  inches of me will stick up.  And it'll be there for sissy Billy whenever  he needs it."

"Yeah," offered Yoyo.  "And  I'll help out with that second part, too.  Ramming and cramming.   Learning him how to swallow us whole.  You know, to remind him of how he  lied to you, girl."

Beth chortled nastily.  With  his head reeling, and all four of them against him, Billy couldn't  think straight.  He tried to absorb and process everything that had  happened since early afternoon.  And to digest what his life was going to be like from now on.  His marriage to a  stunning bride would include no sex life.  Well, no sex life that he  wanted.  Just being used like a plaything by two horny Black men with  seemingly inexhaustible drives.  

"Stand up," Miranda suddenly  snapped at him, with more authority than she had ever shown before.   "Let's have a better look at your faggy get-up.  Jeez, Billy.  Look at  you.  Really?  One of my newest, hottest tops?  And those stockings that you thought might be too daring to wear  when we went out?  You are so two-faced and such a sad freaking excuse  for a man."

Def soothed her with, "Calm  your pretty self down, Miranda.  I'll take care of your problem pansy.   Hell, if we want to go out I can get somebody to watch him.  Like those  three girls from the pool.  Or a couple of my boys.  It's going to all be good for you from now on.  But not for  bad Billy.  Or maybe we should call him Bill-Linda.  Belinda.  Or if  that's too close to Miranda, he can just be Billy Bimbo.  A dumb slut  who can never get enough Black cock.  How's that sound?"

"It sounds exactly right,"  she enthused.  "And you can loan Bimbo out to as many of your pals as  you want.  For all I care, they can pimp her ass on a corner downtown."

Yoyo put his arm around  Beth's back.  His hand stole under her arm to grab onto some side-boob  and deliver a friendly squeeze.  "That's what I like to see," he summed  up cheerily.  "A damned happy ending."

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