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Art finally came to his senses, and let go of Terry's head. Terry slid back and off Art's immense dong. To his wonder, it did not soften. Terry looked up at Art, and Art down at Terry. Art's radio chose that exact moment to squawk. "Art!
where the hell are you?" It was Ben's voice. "We need you to clean up a water spill in carriage three!" "I'll be right there Ben." Art said into the radio.
"What the hell were you doing?" Ben's angry voice asked insistently. Art and Terry looked at each other. They both shrugged, not knowing what to say. Art snapped his fingers and keyed the radio "I was "previewing" the "experienced". As Art let off the button, both he and Terry laughed. They imagined Ben looking at his radio, saying "What the fuuu...?" Then Ben came back on the radio "(Deep chuckle)"

The call back to work had done what Terry's mouth could not. Softened Art's dick enough for him to stick it back into his pants. He surprised Terry by grabbing him, and pulling him close for a deep french kiss. When their lips broke,
Art pulled him closer and enveloped him in a warm and tender hug. Terry melted in his strong arms and hugged back as best he could. Awkwardly Terry asked " How was the preview?" Art threw back his head and laughed, following it with the statement "Your "preview" was better than any main event. You have a gift my friend, thank you for sharing it with me. I am honored to be your first man." Terry was floating above the floor basking in the love and respect he had received from this beautiful man. Abruptly, Terry became aware of a necessity for further adventures this evening. He shyly asked Art "Is there any way I can get something to clean myself for tonight?" Art seemed puzzled by the request "Ben has already shown you the toilet and shower..." "No" Terry struggled, suddenly embarassed to talk to the man whose fat cock he had just sucked, "to clean out the other end, so you can, you know... fuck me?" "Oh Terry, you worry too much. Did you not notice the bidet next to the toilet? Use the toilet first, read the placard on how to use the bidet,use the bidet, and empty your self of the water into the toilet again. It could not be simpler. Or more refreshing. But I must go now. We will see you just after midnight." With that Art swept out of the room.


Terry looked at his watch. A glob of cum obscured the numbers. Terry licked it off and was quite pleased to tell that it was Art's! The time now was 9:30.
All that happened in just half an hour. Terry wondered if he was still a virgin.
He thought so, even though he felt much more experienced. He was sure that he could take Art's huge cock up his butthole. As big as Art was, he wasn't much bigger than Dana's big dildo. Terry had mastered that, so he was sure that either of the two porters could pound him for quite awhile. He hoped that Ben would go first, just to make it easier. Kind of a warm-up. Terry shook his head, still not believing what had happened,was happening, what would happen. In his wildest dreams he had not expected this kind of a train ride.


"Time to get started on the pretty princess look, I guess." Terry thought to himself. He looked around his tiny cabin as though for the first time. There was a mirror on an articulating arm that would be perfect for hair and makeup. His hair was just long enough for pigtails, so that took care of hair. No time for nail polish, though. Terry rummaged through his make-up and decided on blue eyeshadow, black mascara,and pink bubble gum lipgloss. No foundation, he had shaved that morning, so just a couple good enemas, a shower and slutty train passenger here we come.


Terry decided to shave again, after Ben dropped by with a care package. The bag contained perfume, razors, a toothbrush,toothpaste,girly soap and shampoo, more condoms, and a joint. He said all but the joint was lost and found.
With no lighter the joint would have to wait for later. Terry was not a stoner, but did enjoy a puff when he was playing with dildos. The weed seemed to allow his muscles to relax. Especially his ass. His orgasms seemed more intense too.
Terry got busy with the shower and bidet, feeling more clean than he had in a long time. Ben had assured him that the train was almost empty, and that he could spend
as long as he wanted in the bathroom. A little over an hour later Terry headed back to his room. It took just over an hour to get fully dolled up. Dana had taught Terry plenty about hair and make-up, so he had no problem completely making himself over in such a short time. Since he was not going "out" all that was required was the sexy lingerie already on hand. Terry wished for sexy shoes, but after using the mirror to look himself over, decided that he was just fine as he was. The chance to remove all his body hair was one he could not pass up. Terry had often dreamed of removing what little hair he had. He was not allowed to shave anything at home, so being silky smooth all over was delightful. The stockings and panties slid so dreamily over his legs,ass and cock, he was sure he would continue to be smooth forever. Terry touched up his lipgloss, and looked at the clock. 11:45. Terry took the pink cellophane wrapping from the perfume and wrapped it around the l.e.d light to warm it up a little. It wasn't candlelight, but it would have to do. Terry was happy there were no passengers in the cabins on either side. He hoped to be able to be a little noisy when the time came. Terry looked in the mirror one last time. He was shocked to see Dana staring back at him. The resemblance was amazing. The only thing she had over him now was boobs.


The minutes seemed like hours. Terry waited impatiently. Each time he looked at the clock,time seemed to pass slower and slower. Finally midnight came. And went. Terry began to wonder if the men were coming at all. If it hadn't been for the blowjob session with Art, Terry thought it might all have been a put-on.
After all, he was used to being disappointed. Terry began to wallow in self pity, starting to get moist eyes. He dabbed his mascara carefully with a tissue, subconsciously hopeful that the party was still on. 12:10. Terry was beginning to lose hope. Then he heard the crackle of a radio, coming down the hall. The sound of muffled voices was followed by two clicks. The first was a radio being shut off. The second was Terry's door opening! The party had arrived.

Art playfully punched Ben in the arm and said "I told you to turn off that stupid radio!" Ben laughed as he said "Hopefully our replacements will live up to their word and not bother us 'til 6." Ben and Art turned to Terry and really
looked at his outfit for the first time. Their eyes bulged as they took in the lingerie,hair and make-up. They had last spoken to an un-assuming teen boy.
Now they beheld a sexy, confident young slutty princess. Ben chuckled his usual deep chuckle and said "All right slut, stand up and give us a whirl. I want to see it all." Terry stood as directed, twirled and paused at the three quarter view. This showed shapely leg and bubble butt to best advantage. Terry sucked on an index finger and asked "This lady-boy enough for you all?"

Both big men were struck dumb. They had tag teamed slutty passengers of both sexes, many,many times. Both preferred twinks and crossdressers to hunks or bimbos. But Terry was the best of both worlds now. A hot chick with roomy holes,
a cute little package, and no drama. Ben broke the silence first by grabbing Terry by the upper arms,and lifting him off his feet for a deep soul kiss. Art smirked, "I told you he liked lady-boys." Terry was dizzy after the wet kiss. He sat down on the chair as both studs started to rip off their clothes. It was comical to see the burly porters struggle to get naked in the small space. Terry picked up the joint, and asked "Got a light?" Ben and Art bonked heads as they rushed to retrieve their bics from their trousers. Art got his first, and handed it to Terry. "Whoa, there. Let me get the window and the fan." Ben cautioned. As Ben cracked the window and set the heater to medium, Art scooped Terry up like a feather and sat down on the bed with Terry on his lap. Ben took the chair and the trio sparked up. Terry made sure to showcase his glossed lips as he hit the joint. The weed was awesome and soon all three had relaxed a bit. Ben pinched out the joint and said "Okay little lady, time to get busy." Terry slid off Art's lap and reached for Ben's cock. It was thick and long and partway hard already. Terry scooted down to her knees in front of him as Art layed back to watch. Ben stroked Terry's hair tenderly as Terry started to lick the bulbous head. Terry fondled Ben's butt with one hand and wrapped the other around the base of his shaft.
Terry squeezed the giant dick and was rewarded with the head swelling to it's full size. Ben's cockhead was very big,almost the size of a tennis ball and taut when pumped up. Ben relaxed his pucker and the head shrank a little and softened.

Terry was scared at first, but when the head returned to it's normal size he was sure then that he could take all of Ben into his throat. After all, he had deep-throated Art. Ben's cock WAS smaller than Art's but still gargantuan. Between licks of the delicious head Terry asked him "How big is it? Ben answered "Eleven and a half inches, and seven and three quarters around." "WOW" Terry exclaimed, That is big!" "Don't forget about me! I am big too at ten inches and nine and three quarters around" Art added, not wanting to be left out. They all laughed and Terry said "Okay fellas, let's get to work, I like it rough, so if I tell you or show you to go harder, do it. The pigtails are handles for face-fucking, use my throat. If I can't breathe, I will hit you on the leg. So on with the show."
And with that Terry deep throated Ben all in one go. Terry suspected that he could still breathe with Ben's big rod jammed in his tonsils, and was pleasantly surprised to find it true. As Terry moaned with pleasure around the hot, black dick, Ben grabbed Terry's pigtails and began a gentle rocking motion. Terry took that as his cue and began ramming his face hard into Ben's stomach. Ben was surprised and pleased at the enthusiasm young Terry showed and took charge.


Ben gripped Terry's pig-tails tightly and roughly increased the pace and stroke length of the deep-throating. Terry swooned as he relinquished all control to the giant stud. Terry's muscles slackened as he let Ben drive. Terry had always wanted to be used as a fuckdoll. He had never dreamed that his first experience would be with such a powerful master. Ben had loved power-fucking the face and ass of little white boys since the navy. The domination of their small weak bodies was what he got off on. He also liked to dominate small, pale women, but they proved to be less "durable" and less able to accommodate his enormous cock than the boys.
He felt that they had found the best of both worlds in Terry.

Ben felt that familiar feeling in his cock and balls. He knew he would come soon. He stopped the frantic back and forth action to look down at Terry. Terry opened his eyes to look up at the man who started it all. The look of love and devotion on Terry's face lasted a few seconds. Then Terry closed his eyes and got busy again. He sucked as hard as he could both on the upstroke and downstroke, pausing every fifth or sixth time to enjoy the feeling of Ben's huge balls jammed against his chin. Ben's balls felt bigger than Art's, but that may have been because the were set farther forward on his body. Ben now just rested his hands on top of Terry's head, content to let the lingerie clad boy do the work. Ben tensed as he felt the wave of his orgasm cresting. He hissed "Here it comes" and exploded into Terry's mouth. Terry swallowed greedily, enjoying the taste of his second(!!!!) blowjob of the day. He was a cumslut whore for TWO beautiful black men less than eighteen hours away from home.

As Ben's spurts tapered off, he pulled his cock slowly from Terry's mouth.
"Best ever!" Ben said. Art said " Benjamin my friend, are you now to be doubting that the boy truly is experienced?" Ben thought for a moment and proclaimed " I would like to personally thank each and every one of the men who broke you in right. You, young man, are truly a master at sucking big black dick." Terry and Art exchanged sly glances. "What?" Ben questioned. "Let me in on the joke"
Art lifted Terry from the floor,and placed him lovingly on his lap again.
"Tell my friend here just how many cocks you have sucked now Terry."
Ben looked at them both expectantly. "Counting yours, Mr. Art?" Terry asked, with a devilish grin. "Yes, you little vixen. Counting him." Art said, as he began to rub Terry's little cock. Terry looked up at the curious porter, still rooted to the spot where he had recently orgasmed. "Two" said Terry impishly. "No No No, Not just today, How many total in your life?" Ben asked. Terry and Art looked at each other again. Art rolled his eyes. Terry looked at Ben and said "Two. Total. In my whole life. Two. Art was first and now you. Two."


Ben was stunned. He had fucked and been sucked off by hundreds of people.
Never before had it been done to him in a more skillful manner. Or with as much enjoyment for both parties. But that also meant... "Then you are a virgin too?"
Ben queried. His astonishment was comical, Art and Terry barely suppressed their giggles. "Yes Ben, I have never had a man's penis in my ass." Terry said. "But I have plenty experience with rubber cocks, some almost as big as yours."
Ben's increased excitement was visible, mostly by his rapidly hardening dick.
Terry noticed the salute, and asked "Is that for me? I really want YOU to be my first, Ben. After all, It was your idea..." Ben strongly agreed, and motioned for Art to release the boy to him. Art shook his head no. Art then flipped Terry like a toy. This presented Terry's panty clad bottom to Art's face. He held Terry with one massive arm as he probed Terry's crack with his tongue. Wonder of wonders, Terry's panties were crotchless! Crotchless in the back, that is. Art looked up at Terry's face with a question implicit in his raised eyebrow. Terry looked back with a shrug, "I'm good with a needle and thread, and have no other hobbies"


Art and Ben laughed and Art got back to work spreading and lubing the smooth pink buttcrack. Art began to work one of his cock-sized fingers into Terry's butthole.Terry stopped him and said " I have lube." Art saw the tube, reached for it with the arm not holding Terry, and opened it. He squeezed out a healthy dollop, and began to insert his now lubed finger into Terry's dainty anus. Terry willed his ass muscles to expand like he had taught them. Art's finger sank easily to the root. Art,no longer shocked by anything Terry could do, quickly added a second finger. Then a third. Still finding no resistance or signs of discomfort from Terry, he added the pinky for the complete set. Art briefly considered the thumb, but Ben was starting to get fidgety, so Art lifted the boy,and stood easily, as if holding Terry while standing up were no more difficult than breathing. Art pivoted, placed Terry on his knees at the edge of the bed, and motioned, voila'. Ben took this as his cue.

Terry could hardly believe his good fortune. The day had been more than wonderful so far. But now was the main event. The thing he had wanted most for many years. To actually be fucked by a man. And not just any man either. An incredibly masculine black giant of a man. With a huge cock. Terry put his head down and arched his back. He wanted to be as sexy as he could be for Ben. Ben looked down at Terry's bubble butt, framed beautifully by the red panties and garter belt. He noticed that the panties were over the garter belt, just like a good little whore SHOULD dress. Ben moved forward and pressed the fat head of his cock into Terry's crack. Terry moaned and pushed back. The head of Ben's dick was hot, very hot. Terry did not expect that. He thrilled to the different sensation of his initial penetration. He stopped Ben, and asked for more lube. Ben was glad to oblige, using a generous amount to coat his cock, and Terry's hole. As Ben re-positioned, Terry reached back to spread his cheeks even further.

Ben pushed his way back inside, savoring the tight smooth confines of Terry's inner workings. He could not believe that he was taking Terry's cherry so easily.
Ben had been the first for many young men when he was on ship. Most of the virgins screamed and cried, trying desperately to get away from the giant invader terrorizing their bleeding asshole. Terry, however, was taking it like a pro. After easily accepting the first seven inches, he asked Ben to hold position.
Terry wiggled his ass around, getting it used to the new feelings. The width was not a problem for Terry. He had shoved bigger things up his bum almost every day for the past two years. He was unsure about the length, though, and wanted to take it slow and easy to start with. Within a minute at the seven inch level, Terry started to want more and began to push back on Ben. Ben let him drive for awhile, staring down in disbelief as more and more of his thick cock disappeared inside Terry's panty covered ass. Terry felt a strange sensation on the back of his thighs and butt and realized it was the hair on Ben's legs. Terry pushed back as far as he could without falling off the bed. He felt the pressure from Ben's body against his own body. He had done it! He had taken all of Ben's huge cock. Terry ground his ass against Ben, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being penetrated to the hilt. Ben reached down and grabbed the boy around the waist. His large hands reached almost all the way around Terry's waist. He lifted Terry and positioned him a few inches in from the edge. Terry pushed his head down and arched his back to give Ben the best angle. Ben knelt on the edge of the bed and started to grind his hips into Terry's tight butt. Terry moaned with pleasure as Ben reamed his no-longer virgin ass. He rotated his hips just like he had seen Dana do, as she practiced her dance routines.

Ben loved the feeling of Terry's tight ass twerking on his fat dick.
It was so nasty to see this little boy slut pushing back into him, trying to get even more of the fat black dick up his little hole. When Terry reached back and squeezed Ben's fat balls, Ben lost it. He orgasmed with no advance warning at all,
something that had never happened before. Terry felt the warm jism flooding his ass and came in his panties, without ever touching his small cock. That had never happened to Terry, though he had read about anal orgasms. Ben pulled hard on Terry's hips as he shot blast after blast into his bowels. Ben pulled back and out of Terry's still tight hole. They collapsed on the bed together. Art reached into the pocket of Ben's trousers and brought out a package of baby wipes. As Terry cleaned Ben's cock, he realized his panties were sticky. Terry un-tangled himself from Ben and removed the soaked red undergarment. Now clad only in matching bra and garter belt, he cleaned himself up.

Art said to Ben "Get off that bed, you big lazy man. It is my turn now with our luscious lady-boy." Ben laughed and said "I'm old and worn out. You are young and strong. He is light as a feather. Surely with your giant muscles you can hold him while you fuck him." Ben knew that Art liked to bear-hug his lady-boys, basically holding them in front of him, while he jacked them up and down on his fat cock. Ben thought that Terry would like being slid up and down that oh-so-thick prick. Especially if Terry were being held immobile while it was happening.
True. Terry loved being a fuck toy. Just a hot wet hole to be used by a strong man. Completely powerless against an irresistable force. Terry stood staring, looking back and forth at his two powerful black lovers. Art stood up and grabbed Terry under the buttocks. Terry spread his legs and placed them on Art's massive shoulders. There was a crease between Art's neck and shoulder muscles. Terry placed the back of his ankles into that crease. It was almost like ob-gyn stirrups. Resting his ankles this way allowed Terry to completely relax his legs.
He still held Art lightly behind the neck, but only because he wanted to. Art bore his whole bodyweight as easily as if he held a cup of coffee. Terry got the feeling that Art could do this indefinitely. Art said "Relax Terry, I got you. I can hold you with one arm. (as he then demonstrated)Just enjoy the ride." Art used his now free hand to guide his monster cock up to Terry's freshly fucked hole.

Terry was momentarily scared that he was dry after the baby wiping, but then remembered the copious lubrication provided thoughtfuly by Ben's filling his butt with come. As Art began to push into his rectum, Terry felt no pain from the tremendously thick cock only a satisfying pressure. His sphincter spread easily over the head and shaft as Art allowed gravity to pull Terry down. Terry hugged Art around the neck as he slid further down. They kissed enthusiastically as the last few inches slid home. Terry felt the gently increasing stretch, letting him know he was close to taking all of Art. As he hit bottom, he felt his own cock swell and press against Art's navel. They both looked down, and Art said "What a pretty little cock. Have you ever had it sucked?" Terry was flustered by Art even noticing he HAD a cock. "N-N-N-No" he stammered. "Not ever." "Well, we will take care of that before we reach San Francisco." he declared confidently. "But for now, it is my cock that we are concerned with." Art told Terry "Cross your arms on your chest." Terry did so. Art rewarded him by beginning to power fuck him. Art lifted and lowered Terry so fast the room began to blur. Terry concentrated on the feeling in his abused ass. with every downward thrust, the fat black cock in his ass jammed hard against his anus. The feeling was fantastic. Wonderful. Satisfying. He never imagined it was even possible for a man to use him this way.
Art was masturbating himself, using Terry as a human fleshlight. Terry felt so fulfilled to be used as nothing more than a hot, wet hole to bring his favorite cock to orgasm. This went on for at least five minutes. Terry noticed Art beginning to sweat. He swooned at the thought that he was the cause of the body-builder's exertion. Terry leaned forward and licked some of the salty deliciousness off Art's chest. Art looked down, smiled and began to pound Terry's ass even harder. Terry couldn't believe it. It was as though Art was a machine and had just hit another gear. Terry's pigtails flopped wildly as he crashed down on Art's fat shaft. Taking it to the three-inch wide hilt over and over and over.

Art slowed and Terry expected an imminent climax. "Not quite yet," Art said," I want to try something new. I saw this position in a magazine. I want to try it on you." Terry put his feet down as Art carefully lowered him to the ground. He stood as Art wiped his face with a paper towel. Art sat in the chair, and motioned for Terry to sit on his lap. Terry began to straddle Art's legs, but Art put out a hand to stop him. "No, boy. Face away from me" Art said. "Reverse cowgirl? Not too kinky..." Thought Terry. But Art had other plans. "Lean back on me and lift you legs to your shoulders. No no. With your arms behind your legs."
He counseled. Art now lifted his massively muscled arms under Terry's thin legs.
He continued on until his hands intertwined behind Terry's neck. This put Terry in a "Full-Nelson" wrestling hold. Terry's arms were completely immobilised. All he could move were his hands, feet and head. "Now THIS is kinky!" Terry thought.

Art lifted Terry as though he were made of paper. "Give us a hand, Boss?" Art said to Ben. Terry looked across at Ben and was happily surprised to see that not only was Ben hard again but was jacking off to the erotic show Art and Terry were providing for him. Ben leaned over and grasped Art's fat cock and placed the glistening head at the entrance to Terry's bottom. Art began to lower Terry onto his huge weapon. Terry gasped at the naughty feel as he was again spread wide open by Art's width. The way he was being held tightened up the muscles around his anus, causing him to feel every bump and ripple on Art's dick.
It didn't hurt at all, only added to the already mind-blowing sensations of being fucked by Art.

Art loved it too. Terry's boy-pussy was already the best he had ever felt, but this new style was even more awesome. Art rocked forward, and said "OK, here we go! as he rose to his feet in one smooth motion. The act of standing with the extra weight caused Art to clench his muscles, making his huge, fat cock even wider and harder. At the same time,being lifted this way caused Terry to clench HIS butt muscles, gripping Art's dick even harder. This, along with the twisting and angle changes, caused both of the players to cry out in ecstacy. "Can we do that again?" Terry panted. "No, my little friend, not unless you want me to come right now." Art answered.Art began to lift Terry up and down. At first slowly and gently. When Terry began to moan with obvious passion, he became more violent.

Terry was beside himself with ecstacy. The new position hit all the right spots inside him. Physically, his prostate and sphincter were stimulated like never before. Emotionally, he was driven to distraction, by just the thought of what was being done to him. He could barely move at all, there was no way at all he could get away. His only choice was to submit completely to the strong man punishing his hole as he jerked him up and down. Art turned the duo towards the window. The darkness outside created a perfect mirror for what was happening inside. Terry could not believe his eyes. In the mirror he saw a hot girl,dwarfed by the massive stud holding her. Art's shoulders and chest stuck out a good four inches on either side of Terry's upturned thighs. His chest was at least twice as wide as Terry's. Art picked up speed again, jamming Terry down onto the fat root of his monstrous cock with a startling ferocity. Terry enjoyed the violent pounding immensely. His little cock, waving like a flag, sprayed precum all over the window. Terry had not known that such pleasure existed. He would gladly submit to forceful poundings like this 24-7-365 if he only could. Art began to grunt and groan as his second orgasm with Terry approached. Terry closed his eyes and gave himself over to the absolute pleasure of his violation by fat cock. Terry began shooting jism towards the window as he came again and again. Long after he stopped ejaculating, his cock and balls continued to jerk and jump. The contractions in the teens' boy-pussy sent the hunk power-fucking him over the edge. Art bent a little at the waist and forced Terry down harder than at any time before, then held him there. He moaned as Terry felt hot sperm shooting into him again. Art ground his cock into Terry's butt as he shot over and over again. Art stood as if he were a statue, savoring the best fuck of his young life. This made all those times people had made him feel like a freak worth it.

Terry started to feel a twinge of discomfort from his contorted position.
"Funny. My ass feels great, but everything else is starting to cramp." He thought to himself. He said out loud, "Art? You okay?" Art jerked back to reality. He sat quickly and disengaged Terry. He laid him on the bed next to Ben, and said "Sorry
Terry. Are you ok? You are not damaged I hope?" Ben began to massage Terry's tired arms,legs,and back. Terry stretched like a cat and said, "No, I'm fine. just sore." Art looked relieved and said "I am not surprised to hear that your formerly virgin hole is sore. Your lady-boy cunt has had a big day, handling Ben and myself." "Oh, no" Terry laughed, "It's not my butt-hole that's sore. It's fine. I could go again, if you're ready. It's the rest of me that's sore." Ben and Art looked at each other in stunned surprise. The only other man who had taken a fuck from each of them in one session had slunk away crying, clutching a wad of toilet paper to his ruined and bloody hole.


"Can I see it?" Art asked incredulously. "Sure" answered Terry. Terry got off the bed, and turned his butt toward the light. He then bent over and pulled his cheeks apart. Art leaned in for a closer look. Sure enough other than one small scratch on his butt-cheek (from Art's fingernail)Terry's ass looked great. The asshole itself was none the worse for wear. In fact it was just as pretty and dainty as before. Terry broke the silence with: " I am going to have to use the bathroom, though. I feel like I've been stood on my head and had a pitcher of cum poured into my ass. You guys must cum a LOT." Terry put on his pants and shirt and headed for the bathroom. He debated whether to use the men's or the women's
then decided it didn't matter as they both had bidets. He found out later from Ben that the coaches were made in Europe, and they were originally unisex bathrooms.



Terry sat down on the toilet and let what felt like a gallon of cum flow out of his ass. He checked to see if his hole was slack from the vicious pounding he had enjoyed. Terry was most gratified to find he could easily stop and start the flow of slimy cum from his ass. When he was reasonably empty, he wiped several times, then sat on the bidet for a quick rinse. After he expelled the water in the toilet Terry was happy to find no cum, no poop, and most importantly, no blood.
Without thinking about it he thanked his asshole, then laughed to himself "I'm getting like Art. Thinking of a body part as a person. Well why not?" Terry thought. "Why not think of my boy-pussy as a person. It, no, SHE did all the work.
And I'm going to think of myself as a girl, too. I'm dressed as a girl. A slutty girl that just sucked and got fucked by two of the hottest men ever. And they both said I was the best ever. I was never ever best ever anything as a boy." Terry made up HER mind "I'm TERRI now. I want to live as a girl permanently. Full time."
Terri cleaned up and went back to her dates.

"Hi guys! What now? I am ready for more if you are." Terri said as sluttishly as was possible. Art and Ben exchanged glances. They had cleaned themselves with the baby wipes and water and were ready to go again. Ben said, "Everything go ok in the bathroom? No internal injuries or second thoughts?" Terri quickly responded with "Oh, no. Nothing like that. I just decided that I am going to think of myself as a girl from now on. A cute, slutty girl named Terri." "But that was your name before, wasn't it?" asked a confused Art. "No, boy, her name is Terri with an I at the end, like a girl's name." Ben said with a smile. "I'll bet you will even dot that I with a little heart, won't you." He finished. Terri ran to the bed and jumped on Ben, kissing his face and chest. "I knew you would understand, Daddy" she cooed. Art laughed and said "You k**s!" That cracked up Ben and Terri both.

The clock said 2:27. They still had over three hours to play. Terri lay on top of Ben and played with his wiry salt-and-pepper chest hair. What to do, what to do.... She felt him hardening underneath her and said "Should I suck you Daddy,
or take your big, fat, black cock up my little pussy again." Ben chuckled his special chuckle and said,"Go sit on Hercules's lap over there, that will put you at the right height to deep throat me." Terri jumped off him and hopped onto Art's lap. Even soft, Art's huge dick was a lump to sit on. Terri squirmed around, and said over her shoulder to Art, "Can you move that so a girl can sit comfortably?"
Art complied by reaching between her legs and hauling it out from under her. It jutted up between her legs and rubbed on her package. Terri began to stroke the fat vein on the underside. Art responded instantly to her talented touch.

Ben had gotten off the bed and now stood between her knees. He rubbed the fat head of his dick against her forehead. Terri tore her attention away from Art's rapidly thickening unit, and focused on the behemoth head coating her face with pre-cum. She began to lick all over the head, savoring the salty taste. It was like cum but subtly different. She opened her mouth and tongue bathed his whole cock head. "Do that again!" murmured a startled Ben. "Do what again?" she said
"That swirly thing with your tongue, I want to watch." He said, breathlessly.
Terri again swirled her long, agile tongue all over his knob. It jumped and swelled in her mouth. "You got a wicked tongue on you,girl. It must come five or six inches out of your mouth!" Ben piped up with:" You could be very popular with the ladies with that tongue." Terri had never gotten any attention from any lady.
Only scorn and derision. It was not that she was not attracted to them, she would just rather BE them. Now that she was a hot chick she wondered,"Could I really make love to a pretty woman, as a woman myself?" Terri decided to think about that another time.

Right now she wanted to suck the cum out of Ben for the third time. She grabbed his butt with both hands, and rammed his whole length down her throat. As fast and hard as she could. She opened her mouth wide and did the swirly thing all over his balls. Ben's eyes rolled back in his head as he got off on the slutty little whore laving his scrotum while deep-throating him. This was hotter than any porno he had ever seen. Terri moved his hands up to her ears and encouraged a face fucking.
Ben grabbed her head like a soccer ball, and started pounding away. He was determined to find the outer limits of what he could do to this nasty little tramp. He had not found those limits yet. He did not yet know that he never would find those limits. Over and over he rammed his slick cock into her face. He ground her nose into his wiry pubes. She took all of that easily, and with enthusiasm. She moaned around his cock, tantalizing him even more with the vibration from her throat. Once she realized he liked it, she began to sing. This turned him on even more, as he knew she was doing it to please him, even as his scrotum banged away on her chin. He was going so fast now, she could not lick his balls. He did not care, nor did she. Ben realized she had not once gagged or choked on either of the fat cocks. He slowed down and asked her "How do you do that without gagging?"
Terri said "I trained myself not to. Is that bad?" "Oh no baby, you're just the first one who was able to get all of it without gagging or choking." Ben said with appreciation. Terry thought it over and said "I still know how, though, I could ACT like it was hard for me, would you like that?" Ben considered this, and said "I don't know, let's find out." Terri assumed a submissive posture and started to role-play.


"No, Daddy! It's too big around, you'll choke me to death! Here, let me stroke you off instead, like all the other times." The one good thing about Terri's father is that he never SEXUALLY abused his family. Ben was taken aback at first by the m*****ation game Terri was playing, but rapidly warmed to the idea.
"Shut up, you little whore! You'll take it and like it!" Ben was really getting into his role of Big Bad Daddy now. He grabbed her head and jammed his fat cockhead against her closed lips. "Take it, bitch" he yelled, and raised his hand as if to slap her. All at once, Terri found herself on the ground without knowing how she got there. She looked around was shocked to find Ben pinned to the wall. Art had him by the shoulders and was shouting up at his friend "You will NOT strike her!!!" He hissed, seething with anger. Ben did not move a muscle. He spoke softly to Terri. "Tell him it's just a game baby-girl, before he rips me limb from limb." Terri jumped up and pounded on Art's back to get his attention. "It's just a sex game. He wouldn't ever hurt me. Would you Ben?" Ben shook his head no, vehemently. Art let Ben down so his feet were on the floor but still retained full control of the larger man. "You would not hurt her? ever?" he asked with a quiver in his voice. "Hell no, youngster. Just a game. I'm Bad Daddy and she's naughty little slut. A sex game. I'd rather die than harm a hair on her pretty head."
Art released Ben and said ruefully, "I did not want to thrash you, but I felt it my duty to protect the little one." Terri burst into tears at that point. The two men she loved most in the world would fight to protect her. She sniffled into a tissue and said "Nobody ever cared that much about me before." Ben thought it best to lighten the mood a little, and said " OK everyone, group hug. Bring it in."
As both men enclosed her in their strong arms, Terri had a wicked flash of desire.


She wondered what it would be like to be sandwiched between them. feeling their huge black bodies covering her from head to toe. Her lust increased when she realized that would mean taking both their massive pricks up her tight little cunt. What a fantasy! For the time being, she probably could only handle one at a time. Ben had lost his hardon in the struggle, so she turned to Art. He was hard as a rock, and gleaming from the sweat of adrenaline. No man had ever looked sexier. Terri's mouth watered as she pushed him towards the armless chair. He sat down and looked at her expectantly. She grabbed the lube from the counter and greased him up. When she was satisfied, she lubed her crack and straddled him face to face. Terri moved her little ass over his prickhead and held herself there. Art reached up to grab her hips, and she swatted his hands away. "I do it" she pouted in her best little girl voice. Art smiled, and returned his hands to his sides.


Terri slowly dropped lower, her squat tightened her ass-pussy enough that Art's huge dick didn't just slide in. It pushed against her entrance, then popped in all at once. She went from pressure on her tight little hole to being impaled on six fat inches all at once. She goose-bumped all over at the rush she got from such a violation. "Oooooh, "Uncle" you're so big and fat! Even Bigger than Daddy's huge thingy." she purred. Why not involve Art as the perverted uncle? Show him how to play the sodomising sex game. "Oooh, Daddy, you're brother's even bigger than you! I don't know if my little pink pussy can handle such a big........fat.....hard....cock like his!" Terri spoke the last with a barely suppressed scream. At each pause she had slammed herself down, ignoring her protesting anus, until at the end, right when she said the word "cock" she was completely impaled on Art's steel hard dick. She was spread open like never before. She flushed a light pink all over, savoring the sensation of gripping his fat cock so tightly. Terri relaxed her legs and placed all her weight on Art. As she did so, her ass loosened and she began to grind on Art's crotch. Art gripped her hips and began a random up-down,side-to-side, and round-and-round motion.
It was all good, but the round-and -round was the best. He was reaming her. Stretching her tight hole even bigger. Art said to Ben "She is a naughty, naughty girl my brother. Is this punishment enough, or should we do more?" Ben was pleased that Art was on board with the idea of role-play now. He said to Art "Spin her around so I can use her too." Art liked this idea. He enjoyed the closeness and camaraderie he felt when he and Ben fucked someone at the same time. He spun Terrie, without removing his gargantuan dick from her ass. "Wheee" cried Terri as she spun.

She was now facing Ben as she ground her ass on Art's fat shaft. It was at least an inch wider at the base than the head, and she greedily sought all the girth she could get. Ben stepped forward and said " Ok baby, we were here before. Time to open up and suck." Terri knew that everyone knew the score now, and felt safer indulging her "forced" fantasies. "No Daddy, it's too big! I might die" she said in her best scared voice. Ben was not taking no for an answer this time. He pulled the rubber bands for the pigtails roughly from her hair. Terri "screamed" and shook her head. It re-assured Art that while this was happening she continued to ream herself harder and harder on his fat cock. He still held her hips down, but she was doing the grinding. Ben grabbed a handful of hair and jammed Terri's face against his cock. "Suck it, I said" Terri continued to squirm and keep her mouth tightly shut. Ben winked at Art and pantomimed a swat. Art lifted his hand and pointed to Terri's ass. Ben nodded sagely. Art whacked her a good, stinging shot.

The spank came as a complete shock to Terri, and she opened her mouth to protest. As soon as she did, Ben rammed half his dick in. Terri looked up in surprise, then re-assumed her role. Ben held her hair, while Art shifted grip to Terri's upper arms. His thick fingers easily met around the skinny girl's arms.
Art was able hold her in place while still pushing her down onto his cock.
Terri was completely controlled now, as Ben began to force more cock into her screaming mouth. Terri remembered the conversation from earlier now and began to gag and choke with startling realism. Ben leaned back and made eye contact with Terri. For a moment they all froze, unsure if Terri was still enjoying. Terry made the ok sign with one hand and thumbs-up with the other. Ben went back to forcing his cock in. Art ground and reamed her ass like never before. As Terri felt her nose hit Ben's pubes she stopped thrashing around as much. She was trying to simulate being broken. She hoped that they understood what she was emoting wordlessly.

Whatever they thought, they were doing a fine job of fulfilling her domination fantasies again. She thrilled at the thought of TWO powerful men using her at the same time. Face-fucking and Ass-reaming her unmercifully. Them not caring whether she enjoyed it or not. Being a fucktoy to jack off with. Not a person at all. She realised that every time she gagged, her ass tightened on Art's fat cock. So she added extra gags and chokes. Her eyes started to water, and as she looked over at her reflection she saw her mascara running down her face. That did it for her as her clit exploded,spraying all over the floor and Ben's feet.
Ben then unloaded down her throat, smashing her face against his stomach. She gagged for real now, the v******e of the usage of her throat more than she expected. Again, Terri had multiple and continuous orgasm as the emotional and physical arousal coincided in waves of incredible pleasure. As her cunt spasmed continuously, it sent Art over the edge. He threw her roughly from side to side as he shot more sperm into her gripping hole. They wound down slowly, Ben releasing her now crazy hair. He then pulled out of her throat, and wiped his drooling cock on her mascara stained face. Art relaxed his hold on her biceps, belatedly realising he had squeezed hard enough to leave bruises. Ben gently lifted her off Art's stiil fat pole. Terri was mumbling incoherently, so they laid her on the floor and covered her with a blanket.

Twenty minutes later, Terri awoke to an acrid smell. She looked at the clock, and saw it was 4:20. Obviously the men were smoking another joint. Terri looked at herself in the mirror and saw a well-used slut. She took two big puffs off the joint,and excused herself to use the rest room. She washed her face and wet her hair. That helped a lot. She did her cleanout routine again and looked at her pussy in the mirror. Still good as new, to her surprise. "What am I? A superhero? Super-Terri with the indestructible butthole" she giggled to herself. "I wonder if the guys are done with me?" she thought. "I hope not, I'm still horny." She reached up to touch herself, and found her anus looser than she had ever felt it. She had played with her butt before, but only as a prelude for jamming dildos up it.Now she wondered, "How loose am I?" She licked her fingers and slid all four easily up her bum. There was no pain at all, so she went to the thumb. It felt goooood.She folded her thumb in and slipped in all the way to her wrist. No pain. Just that naughty feeling of sluttishness.

She removed her hand, washed both of them and returned. The guys had saved half the joint for her. As Ben lit it for her, she asked " How are you two doing?
Are you all used up?" Ben handed her the joint. As he did so, the towel obscuring his midsection fell away, exposing his rock hard dick. She turned to Art as she pulled on the joint. She questioned him with an eyebrow, as she held the sweet smoke. He did not need to remove his towel, the circus tent he was pitching obviously held "Jumbo" the elephant cock. She finished the toke, and took a drink of water. Art was laying on the bed. Terri moved onto the bed with him, and started to jack his fat cock. "In the mouth, or in the pussy?" she asked. Art pondered for a moment. Both were great, but he didn't get to fuck very often. At least not more than a couple inches worth. Most people could take the head and maybe a little more. But the taper stopped them quick. The first three inches of Art's cock were only huge. The next seven got progressively wider. Like a tree trunk. Art had never had anyone take it hard to the root and grind like Terri.
Only a fat African mother of nine had ever taken it all, and then only because Art's father had payed her to do it. She moaned like a dying cow the whole time and had shit herself from the pain. She said later that it was like giving birth again. Not such a pleasant memory. Not like Terri at all.

Art looked up into Terri's expectant face and said "I would like to put him up your silky pussy again. It squeezes me most wonderfully." Terry reached back to Ben to take the lube he had ready. Ben knew what Art would say. He enjoyed Terri's pussy too. He also hardly ever got all his huge dick inside anyone, much less a hot sexy bitch like Terri. He watched Terri lube her butthole. Terri said "Oh hey
look what I can do now." Ben watched in amazement as her whole hand disappeared past the wrist. In a kneeling straddle, Terri could get another two inches farther than she had in the bathroom. Art could see in Ben's eyes something was happening, but did not know what. "What is it?" he asked. Ben closed his eyes and shook his head. It must be an optical illusion, or the pot. But no. There it was when he opened his eyes. Their slutty princess, fisting herself. After all that hole had been through tonight. Ben's response to Art, "Fisting." Art was struck dumb, unable to believe that this virginal innocent could be jamming her whole hand up her own butt. Terri smiled and mounted the baffled body builder. She reached back and felt the girth of his big cock. "I wonder if I could get a finger in next to Art's dick. Apparently I'm awful stretchy." She rubbed around his shaft and easily slid in one, then two fingers next to his ridiculous thickness. "Here, you try Ben." she said, eager to experiment with her new toy. Ben got up in a daze. He was used to going first with their conquests, both to grease the way and to act as a guage.If they couldn't manage Ben, there was no point in even trying Art.


And here she was. A virgin yesterday, and now able to take on the mountain that was Art. Easily. And now with room to spare? Ben was not freaked out by touching Art's cock. He had many times. But forcing his fingers into an ass alongside the mammoth dong? This was a first. He lubed all his fingers, and easily inserted one, then two,then three(!!!) next to the cock. He asked Terri,"How's that?" "Great!" she purred, "Got any more?" Ben had already thought of what to do.
He got on the bed behind Terri and lubed his cock. "We're in uncharted waters here." he said. "Art pull out unti just the head is in." "Ok Boss, I hope you know what you are doing." Art said cautiously. "Now Terri. You know what I am about to do. Are you sure you want this?" "Oh yes, Ben. More than I've ever wanted anything in my life!" Terri proclaimed. "You promise to stop me if it hurts?" Ben asked.
"I'll stop you if I can't take it anymore. How about that, instead." She said. They compromised. "Spread her cheeks Art, here I come" Ben said. He was afraid she would rip, and that would be the end of fun for this trip, if not worse.