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Janice and Moe Childhood memories are funny things. There's no rhyme or reason as to what memories will stick or when they'll surface. Janice and I lived next door to each other in a country setting in the outer suburbs of New York. Our families had lived side by side for many years before our births. Janice and I were the only children in both families. She was two years older than me and though we had been neighbors since birth, my first recollection of the girl next door was from age five. Janice was a tomboy, very active and slightly bigger than me. My first memory of her is that we were wrestling. She was bigger and stronger and had little trouble forcing me to the ground. She straddled my chest and pinned my hands on the ground beside my head. I vividly remembered her leaning over me, her weight pressing on my chest. "Give up," she demanded. I struggled but could not to toss her off. "I give," I said. I felt ashamed; I had let a girl beat me up. I ran home crying and raced to my room. Janice came by later and apologized for beating me up. She said she was sure that the next time we fought she wouldn't stand a chance against me. I confided that I enjoyed our wrestling matches and that I didn't really mind if she beat me. I just didn't want anyone else to know. Janice smiled. She said like me too and wanted to keep wrestling. She promised that she would never tell a soul. Janice and I kept wrestling and she continued to beat me. Janice's parents divorced when I was about ten and Janice moved away. "Too bad," I thought. I was getting stronger and I had continued to hope that one day I would pin her. I missed our matches for another reason; one that had me a little confused. For the last year I had been getting a pleasant tingling sensation in my crotch whenever Janice held me down and straddled my chest. I thought about Janice a lot and one day, a year after she had moved, I was remembering how she would hold me down, and without realizing it; I began massaging my cock through my pants. It felt good and when I became conscious of what was happening, I opened my pants to have a look. To my surprise, a hard-on sprang up to greet me. I played with it while thinking about Janice sitting on me and was soon jolted by my first orgasm. I used the memory of wrestling with Janice as a jerk-off fantasy for a long time, two years to be exact - until Janice moved back next-door. I was thirteen and she was fifteen. She had come back to live with her mom who had remained our next-door neighbor after the divorce. Janice came looking for me the day she arrived back home. She'd had a growth spurt and I had not. She was six inches taller than me and told me how her dad had insisted that she join him in all kinds of physical activities. She was buff and her powerful muscles were clearly visible under her tight tank top. But what really mesmerized me was how beautiful she was. Her hair was styled, her waist was thin, her legs were long and shapely, and her tits were firm and very attractive 34 B- cups. We sat with my parents in the kitchen drinking lemonade while she told us stories of her life with her father. They did martial arts, rock climbed, canoed, and hiked. He was a strict disciplinarian and when she spoke about him it was clear she didn't like him. He treated her harshly and she resented him for it. She wouldn't admit it but I got the feeling that she was angry with all men. When she wasn't speaking of her father, she talked of how happy she was to be back with her mom and living next-door to her oldest friend. Soon she asked me to walk with her. We started through the woods behind our houses and eventually stopped in a clearing. "I've never stopped thinking about our wrestling matches," she admitted when were alone. "Me too," I whispered, slightly embarrassed. "I jerk-off when I think about it," she continued. I couldn't believe she was telling me this. "I want to wrestle with you right now," she said. I had no objection so we squared off. We circled, looking for the other's weakness. Slowly, I became aware of just how physically impressive Janice was. As I said, she was tall and her long hair fell on her shoulder in a very pretty look. Her tits were firm. They strained, without a hint of jiggle, against her top as she moved in a wary crouch. I couldn't keep my eyes off her flat stomach, narrow waist, and alluring hips. She was wearing very short, tight, cut-offs that showed off her muscular yet feminine legs. I was lost in my thoughts, hypnotized by her beauty, and just starting to enjoy the friendly buzz in my pants, when Janice lunged at me. She grabbed my arm and yanked me toward her. She swiftly swung herself behind me and locked her arms around my middle. She tightened her grip and I felt the breath being squeezed from my lungs. At the same time Janice was lifting me off the ground. With little effort she spun me around and slammed me face down on the ground. Before I could move, Janice flipped me onto my back and sat on my chest. Her weight on me felt good. I remembered the feeling from years earlier and I felt my cock harden right away. She smiled devilishly as she took each of my wrists and held them tight against the ground the way she had done when we were younger. I tried to buck, to throw her off, but it was no use. She weighed more now and she was also stronger. Her strength had developed through her activities with her father while mine had not. Where she had been twice as strong as me before, now she was four times stronger than me. I could not compete with her physically. "Give up," she ordered. "Not yet," I said, still struggling. I didn't have a prayer of escape, she held me tight and I was nearly immobilized. My struggling barely resulted in a pathetic wiggle. But in attempting to slither out of her grasp, I felt the pleasing sensation of my cock rubbing against my pants. "Give," she demanded again. "No," I said, twisting furiously. The buzzing in my crotch grew stronger. Janice must have sensed it because she shifted her weight so that her crotch rubbed against my stomach. Her breathing deepened. She started scraping her pussy up and down my body from my stomach to my crotch and whenever she touched me near my cock, I gasped. Janice was getting off too. Soon she was moaning and grinding her pussy harder against my crotch. "Yes. Yes," she groaned breathily and she mashed herself against my cock. Soon we were both bucking wildly. The pressure on my wrists, where she still held me, became firmer as she bounced forcefully on me. I felt pain from her squeezing so tightly but I didn't care, the sensation in my cock was all that mattered. Finally, when I felt that I could stand it no longer, my whole body tightened and I erupted in a tremendous orgasm. Janice let out an animal-like howl that went on a long time. I had finished shooting cum into my underpants but she kept writhing on top of me while still squeezing my wrists and digging her nails into my flesh. "You're hurting me," I complained. "Shut-up," she spat furiously and slapped my face. "I'm not finished with you." Janice continued using me, rubbing against me so hard that it hurt. She was completely wrapped up in her own pleasure. I felt like I didn't matter at all in her sexual world. Her eyes were closed tight and she pressed so powerfully against my wrists that I felt like she would crush them. She humped me like I was nothing more than a device whose only purpose was to please her. After what seemed like hours of being abused, she coaxing herself to another orgasm. Her body shivered as she came she howled again. Slowly Janice opened her eyes. She looked at me like she had forgotten I was there. She released one wrist and gently touched my face where she had slapped me. She stroked it softly. "Did I hurt you Moe?" she asked sweetly. "A little," I answered honestly. "Not enough to spoil our fun though," she said. She nodded her head in a way that I knew meant she wanted me to agree. "Not that badly," I agreed. "That's a good boy," she cooed, reassuring. She left her hand on my cheek and released my other wrist. She swung her free hand behind her back and slipped it into my pants. It glided over my shriveled, cum soaked cock. She worked her hand over it for a short time and then withdrew it and held it between our faces. I could see the cum glistening in the sunlight. "I'd say that the pain you felt was a small price to pay for all that pleasure." She paused as if waiting for me to answer. I remained quiet. She turned her wet hand toward me, showing me the cum clinging to her fingers. "I said the pain was worth the pleasure. Wasn't it?" she demanded raising her voice and displaying anger with me for not answering. "It was ok," I said. Slam! She slapped my face again, much harder this time. "Say, I enjoyed the pain Miss Janice," she said in her sweet voice. I didn't understand. But I didn't want her to slap me again so I answered, "I enjoyed the pain." "Miss Janice," she said and slapped me again. "Call me Miss Janice." "I enjoyed the pain, Miss Janice," I said quickly. "Good. Now open your mouth." I did as instructed and Janice pushed two cum soaked fingers into my mouth. "Suck them," she ordered. I didn't need to be told twice. I closed my lips around her fingers and sucked my cum off them. "Good, Slave," she cooed in a satisfied voice. "You're doing very well." That night I couldn't sleep. I replayed the events in the woods over and over in my head. I was frightened but also excited. I couldn't sleep. My cock hardened like a rock when I recalled being manhandled by Janice. I stroked it while thinking of Janice rubbing her pussy against me. When I pictured her slapping my face, I came. I decided that the best thing to do was to stop all this nonsense. I didn't want to be dominated by Janice and I certainly felt odd being sexually excited by it. I fell asleep determined never to give into these frightening impulses again. The next day I tried to avoid Janice but she ambushed me in the afternoon. She tackled me in my yard when I was raking leaves. I couldn't believe she was doing this in public. I fought as hard as I could but soon she had me on my back and pinned between her legs. "Why are you hiding from me?" she asked. "I'm afraid," I admitted. "I wont hurt you," she said. "Unless you disobey me." "Let me up," I insisted. "I'm not doing this anymore." "You'll do what I tell you or I'll tell everyone at school I beat you up and you came in your pants." There it was. Was her threat the excuse I was looking for? I agreed to do whatever she wanted, but did I agree because of the threat or because I really wanted to? I'll never know. But I did go with her - back to the clearing in the woods. "I'll tell you what," she said when we stopped walking. "If you can pin me, I'll do whatever you say. But if I beat you, you're still my slave." I guess I didn't answer quickly enough because she slapped me. "I'm giving you a chance, Slave. What do you say?" "OK." She slapped me again. I started to cry. "OK?" she demanded the proper response. "I agree, Miss Janice," I whimpered. She pushed me and I skittered across the clearing and fell on my ass. "Get up and let's see if you've got the balls to fight me." I faced her sheepishly. I was afraid that she would really hurt me this time. She rushed toward me and drove her shoulder into my middle. She straightened, lifting me off the ground. The next thing I knew, I was slamming into the ground and Janice had pounced on top of me. In a flash my wrists were held tight and Janice was celebrating her victory by laughing in my face. "You're as weak as a girl," she teased. "Maybe you are a girl." Her hand slipped into my pants. "No, you have a cock. It is a small one though. I doubt if it's good for anything." She released my hands. "Don't move," she ordered. She stood, her legs still straddling me. She loosened her shorts and pulled them off. She wasn't wearing panties and her cunt glistened with moisture. She sat on my chest again and sidled up until her pussy was touching my lips. "Lick it," she commanded. I hesitated, but just for a second. I pushed out my tongue and tasted my first pussy. It was musky and smelled of damp and dark - but not in a bad way - I liked it, and judging from the groans that began to immediately escape from Janice's throat, she liked what I was doing too. Janice used me, however she wanted, over the next six months but then she lost interest. She was very popular at school. After all, she was one of the prettiest girls and was sexually uninhibited. She attracted all the boys and had her pick. I was just her runty neighbor and she tired of me even though I was a willing slave. I never had sex with her again and satisfied myself by jerking off while I fantasized about her using me a masturbation tool. At some point, I even began to substitute other girls for her in my fantasies. There were other girls in school I was attracted to but I was too shy to ask them out. So I just jerked off, imagining myself pinned under them while they rubbed their pussies against me. Janice graduated and went off to college without saying good-bye. I graduated two years later and moved to the City. Every girl I had approached in high school had rejected me and after a year on my own, I was still a virgin. I was miserable and completely frustrated sexually. I feared that I would never get laid. Work was all that kept me going. I worked as a sales associate in major department store and I was doing well. My bosses liked me and I was in line for a promotion. At the company Christmas party I occupied my usual lonely space on the periphery. I studied the girls from a distance trying to memorize how they looked in their sexy party clothes so I could fantasize about them that night at home. Across the room a very tall woman dressed in skin- tight leather mini-dress and five-inch high heels had just entered. I assumed she was in the wrong room because no one that looked like that worked for the company. One of our head buyers rushed over and greeted her. He took her arm and escorted her into the swirl of the party. She was stunning and many of the men lined up to meet her, the wives scowled as they watched their husbands fawn over her. She was taller than almost everyone in the room and the men buzzing around her seemed like toys. I watched them make fools of themselves for a while and then turned my thoughts back to creating fantasies - ones that featured my co-workers. I was waiting for a drink at the bar when a strangely familiar voice said my name. "Hello, Moe." It was the tall woman in black. Now she looked familiar too. "Janice?" I asked. "It's been a long time Moe," she said. "Let's you and I go some place quieter." My body shivered. I was speechless as she handed me her coat check stub. "Get our coats and meet me by the exit. After I say my good-byes, we'll go some where and talk about old times." I easily fell back into the old habit of doing as she ordered. I waited an hour by the exit with the coats. When she joined me there, I helped her on with her coat and followed her out the door. She hailed a cab and we were whisking down the avenue before I had spoken a word. She told the driver an address and when I asked her where we were going she ordered me not to speak. The cab stopped in front of an East Side high-rise. Janice paid the driver and climbed out. I followed her past the doorman and into the elevator. We rode silently to the 50th floor and she led me into a luxury apartment. "Make me a vodka and tonic," she said as she dropped her coat, walked across the room and sat facing me on a plush white sofa. I stepped to the bar and poured two drinks. I carried them to where Janice was sitting and handed one to her. She took it in her left hand, said thank you, and slapped me across the face. "I didn't say you could have a drink," she scolded. "Put it down and sit on the floor beside my feet." The blow had jolted me back to age thirteen when Janice had so easily dominated me. Fearing another slap, I quickly sat. Janice smiled; she seemed pleased that I was quick to respond to her commands. She sipped her drink and leaned back getting comfortable. "Remove my shoes," she said. I wrapped my hands around each of the black high-heels and slipped them off. Janice lifted one foot and held it inches from my face. She pushed the toes of her other foot firmly against my cock. "Massage my foot," she ordered in a stern voice. I did as I was told. As I kneaded one foot she ground the other against my hardening cock. It felt so wonderful I didn't think I would be able to hold back an orgasm for more than a few seconds. Sure enough, after less than a minute of her foot working my hard-on, I came with spasaming jerks and small grunts of pleasure. Janice must have known what had happened but she ignored it and went on speaking in a slow deliberate way. "I love what you've done to your hair, Moe." I had grown my hair quite long after moving to the City and I always kept it in a ponytail. I was very pleased that Janice liked it but I was taken aback by the complement. "Remove the band. I want to see it fall naturally," she said. I removed the rubber band that held my hair back. I ran my hands through my hair and shook my head so that the hair billowed and fell to my shoulders. "Lovely," she said. "Now I'm even more pleased that I ran into you tonight. You are as obedient as ever and you already have a very girlish hair-style." I looked at her, puzzled. "And I assume you're not too sexually experienced. Not if you cum from a couple of seconds of footsie." I looked down, attempting to hide my embarrassment. "Are you still a virgin?" she asked. I looked up sheepishly, not wanting to answer. "You don't have to hide it from me, Moe," she said in a very tender voice. I shook my head, yes. "Wonderful," she said. "This will be even easier than I thought." My puzzled expression returned but Janice paid no attention. She stood and slipped the high-heels back onto her feet. She took my hand and told me to follow her. She led me across the apartment to a bathroom where she began to unbuckle my belt. I resisted and she slapped me across the face. "You'll do as I command or I will hurt you," she said in a quiet but firm tone. "Now take off all your clothes." I had no choice. I had to obey. Not only would she hurt me if I didn't, but I began to imagine sex with Janice. If she had to be in control, I guess it would be all right; at least I would finally get laid. When all my clothes were off, Janice turned on the shower and ordered me in. She lathered me with soap from a plastic bottle. It was lilac scented and it made my skin tingle. She scrubbed every inch of me very firmly with the soap. She explained that it had to be worked deeply into the skin to achieve the best results. She worked it especially aggressively around my balls and cock. I was already hard just from being naked in front of her and I came again in her hands as she cooed about how much fun we were going to be having. "Bend over," she said softly after she had rinsed the cum off her hands. I bent at the waist, my face toward her. "Turn around," she said, more firmly. I turned so that my ass was toward her. She placed a hand on my back and bent me more. "Grab you ankles," she said as she squeezed more of the flowery soap into her hand. She began massaging it onto my ass cheeks. It felt good but when she began working it between the cheeks and behind my balls it felt even better. My over-worked cock started to tingle again. It was a surprised when Janice pressed a finger against my ass-hole. I gave a start and straightened up. "What are you doing?" I shouted. She slapped my bare ass, it stung terribly. "Back in position," she ordered. "And open up your hole." I was frightened and confused but I bent over and grabbed my ankles. Janice applied more liquid to her hand and tenderly rubbed my ass where she had slapped me. "I'm sorry I had to hurt you but you left me no choice. When I give you an order you must obey without question. Do you understand?" "Yes, Miss Janice," I answered. "That's wonderful," she said happily. She returned her attention to my ass-hole. Slowly her finger penetrated me. I loosened my hole as she had instructed and her finger slid completely into me. "Oh, you are such a good girl," Janice practically sang. "You're going to be my beautiful girl aren't you?" I moaned. Janice's finger was sliding in and out of my ass causing me much pleasure. I was lost in the enjoyment and answered without thinking. "Yes, Miss Janice." "Yes, Miss Janice what?" she asked with an extra firm shove of her finger. "Yes Miss Janice, I'm going to be your beautiful girl," I said. "That's right," she agreed. "Now it's time to wash your hair." Her finger slid out of me and she washed her hands. She squeezed gel from another bottle into my hand and I shampooed myself. When I had finished, Janice rinsed all the soap off me. I gasped as all my body hair washed off me and floated down the drain. "What did you do?" I started to shout but stopped in mid-breath when Janice smacked me hard on the ass. "You do not speak without my permission," she said. "Do you understand?" I hesitated but Janice raised her hand to hit me again so I blurted, "Yes, Miss Janice," very quickly. " Now step out and I'll dry you." Janice toweled me off and handed me a pink terry robe. I looked at it not comprehending. "Put it on and follow me," she ordered. I put on the robe and followed her back into the apartment. Janice lifted the phone a dialed. "I'm coming down with Missy's replacement," she said into the mouthpiece. "Have everything ready." She hung up and motioned for me to follow. She went to the front door, opened it and stepped out. She stopped and waited for me. "I'm not going out there dressed like this," I said. Janice glared at me so I knew she was dead serious. "If you don't get out here this instant, I will break every bone in your body," she hissed. I practically jumped out of the apartment. She led me to the elevator. When it arrived, we stepped in and she pressed the button for 23. The elevator didn't stop until we had reached the 23rd floor and we made it to apartment 2322 without being seen. Janice opened the door with a key and led me inside. A beautiful girl with shoulder length wavy blond hair was waiting for us. "Ashley will take you to your room," Janice said. "She's going to fix your hair." Ashley took my hand and led me to a bedroom. She closed the door behind us and sat me at a make-up table. I watched her comb and style my hair. She was wearing white with pink trim. Everything matched; her lacy bra had pink trimmed frills. Her panties, also pink trimmed, attached to pink garters that held white and pink stockings on her lovely thighs. In five-inch white high-heels she towered over me on my stool. I wanted her badly, but I was oddly confident, for the first time in my life, I would get a chance to fuck her. She hummed happily while working my hair with a brush and dryer. I closed my eyes and let her sweet voice and gentle touch put me into a relaxed trance. When I heard the door click I opened my eyes and saw myself for the first time with a very feminine hairstyle. It was off the shoulder and curled inward, I think they call it a bob. Reflected in the mirror behind me, Ashley was still fluffing my hair. Behind her, a figure in black walked back and forth between a dresser and bed, lifting clothes from the dresser and laying them carefully on the bed. It was Janice, as I had never seen her before. She was wearing a black leather corset that barely contained her large breasts. Lacy black stockings peeked out above the tops of her thigh-high black boots, which had 5-inch heels. Black garters held up the stockings and contrasted against her muscular, tanned thighs. She strode across the room like an Amazon and looked over at me each time she lay another item on the bed. "Nice job, Ashley," she said as she stepped behind us. She held out a hand for me to take and I did. She led me to the bed and I saw what she had laid out, a complete set of pink women's lingerie. "Your going to look lovely in these Moe," she said in a tone that left no room for comment from me. Ashley slipped my robe off and I stood naked in front of the two women. Ashley lifted the pink lace panties off the bed and knelt in front of me. She held them for me to step into. Ashley's sweet face, imploring me join her lingerie party was a hard to resist. But it was Janice's silent, commanding presence, demanding that I dress like a sexy woman that I obeyed. I stepped into the panties. Ashley pulled them up my legs and my cock sprang to life. "None of that now," Janice said. "Take care of it Ashley." Ashley opened her mouth and pulled my cock into it. My knees nearly buckled. I recovered and was concentrating on the pleasure Ashley was giving me when I felt something brush against my chest. Janice was holding a pink corset in front of me. "Put out your arms," she said. I put my arm out and let Janice slip the garment onto me. She laced up the back and then I realized that there was a pair of false breasts in each of the cups. They had a fair heft so when Janice told me that I now had a pair of 36 C's, I believed her. Janice cupped my tits and tweaked the nipples. I was surprised by a jolt, like electricity, that ran down my chest to my cock where it reminded me that Ashley was still giving me a fantastic blowjob. I came and Ashley swallowed my load and without missing a beat. She slipped the panties over my shriveling cock and then caressed my balls through the thin material; as if to say, see you guys later. Ashley lifted a stocking off the bed and began sliding it up my leg. She clipped it to the garter that hung from corset and repeated the process with the other leg. "Now the shoes," Janice said. I looked down and saw a pair of pink 4-inch high-heel pumps in Ashley's hand. Ashley guided my feet into them. With the stockings on, it felt like nothing I had ever experienced before. The leather of the shoe tickled my arch slightly. The shoes transformed my whole body, I felt light and airy. Suddenly 4-inches taller, I stood straighter, my head was high and my chest thrust out proudly. Ashley led me to a mirror and when I looked into it I saw a sexy, confidant woman looking back at me. I was desirable and I basked in confidence for the first time in my life. I felt empowered and realized why women had always made me feel insignificant. They controlled what I, and every other man, wanted. They doled out sex only when they chose to, with whomever they deemed deserving. Now, I realized, I was going to have that power. I knew that Janice commanded me, but I would command everyone else. "You are progressing beautifully Moe," Janice said. "Isn't she Ashley?" "Yes, Miss Janice," Ashley answered. "I feel wonderful, Miss Janice," I added. " I'm pleased you've accepted your new position so easily. Now that you have the look, all that's left is to fill you wanton desire." Janice opened a drawer and removed a large dildo. She strapped it around herself and faced me. "Suck my cock," she ordered while staring into my eyes. I think she was expecting some resistance but I offered none. I had decided that I would do everything that Janice commanded because it was through her strength that I would wield my power. I dropped to my knees and maneuvered Janice's cock into my mouth. I twirled my tongue around it and slid my lips up and down the shaft. I tried to do everything that Ashley had done to me only moments before. "Ashley," Janice called. "Moe needs guidance." Ashley's face suddenly popped up beside mine. "Slower," she said. "It's not a race. You have to love it, never want it out of your mouth. Tease it. Feel it throb. Tickle it. Remember, it's attached to a man and you can make him so crazy that he'll do anything you want. That's it. Get to know that cock. Memorize every inch of it. Milk it." My own cock was growing again from Ashley's sexy, whisper. "Show her," Janice said. Ashley gave my face a gentle push and the cock slipped out. She took it up in her own mouth and I watched with lusty desire. Ashley sucked Janice's cock as if in a trance. It was Zen. She was in love with Janice's cock and each move she made was a declaration of that love and a burning desire to please. "Switch places," Janice ordered. Ashley moved away reluctantly and I took over. Remembering her example, I was much better and Janice acknowledged it. "That's better, Moe." Janice said with delight. I kissed and sucked Janice's cock while imagining the joy I was giving her. All I wanted was that she be pleased and that she would allow me to continue sucking her beautiful cock. "She's hard again Ashley," Janice said. "I have the only the cock here girls." Ashley pulled my cock from my panties and the warm wetness of her mouth surround it. I was building to another orgasm and that caused me to suck Janice more fervently. I thought I could feel Janice nearing an orgasm too. Her cock seemed to grow larger. Suddenly, Janice shot a load of thick cum into my mouth and then I came again in Ashley's mouth. Ashley swallowed mine and I swallowed Janice's. "Now kiss," Janice ordered. Ashley moved her face to mine and gave me a long, lingering kiss. Our tongues danced together, mixing the cum. We pulled each other's tongues deep into our throats, swallowing them, seeking to share every drop of cum. We wrapped our arms around each other and squeezed our bodies tight. Our tits rubbed and our crotches burned against each other. "You can fuck Ashley after I fuck you, Moe," Janice whispered. Ashley and I separated and looked at each other with burning desire. "Would you like that Moe?" "Yes, Miss Janice." Ashley smiled and turned me toward the bed. She positioned me so that my head rested on the bed and, thanks to the extra height provided by my high-heels, my ass was high in the air. "Prepare her, Ashley," Janice said. Ashley spread my legs, slid my panties down to my ankles and gripped my ass. Her lips and a wet tongue began caressing my cheeks and lightly skipping over my ass crack. Occasionally, the soft tongue slid into the crack and brushed against my hole. I moaned loudly whenever it did. After a short time, the teasing stopped and Ashley's tongue began bathing my asshole. She parted my cheeks with her hands and pushed her tongue into me. Her tongue was long and strong and she penetrated deep into me, my moaning became louder and more frequent. "That's enough, Ashley," Janice said. Ashley pulled her sweet tongue out of me and I nearly cried from the loss. "Don't worry Moe," Janice said sensing my sadness. "If you liked that, you'll love this. " A slippery finger slid into my ass. It was Ashley. She worked it in and out and my moaning resumed. Soon, a second finger joined the first and Ashley worked them in and out in a gentle rhythm. I was on the border between pain and pleasure. Quickly my ass-hole relaxed and pleasure won out. Just as I was losing myself in the wonderful feeling, the fingers were removed and I braced myself for Janice's big cock. I felt it press against my hole. It was much thicker than Ashley's fingers and I worried that it wouldn't fit. I wanted Janice to fuck me and I started to feel inadequate. Pressure built as the cock pressed against my ass but my hole resisted and I nearly cried from the disappointment and guilt over letting down my Mistress. I willed my hole open and Janice's cock glided in to its full length. The feeling of being filled was exquisite. My happiness was enhanced when Janice praised me for the second time that night. "Ohhh, that's a girl. I'm deep in your ass, Moe. Doesn't that feel good?" "Yes Miss Janice," I answered completely delighted. "Now, just enjoy being fucked. Look at Ashley. See how jealous she is?" I looked at Ashley who was fingering her cunt with wild excitement. I began groaning and moaning loudly from deep in my soul. "That's my good girl. You love my cock," Janice reinforced. Every time Janice spoke my moaning grew louder. I began rocking back and forth, throwing myself back to meet Janice's thrusts. This made her even happier and she started spanking my ass. The room resounded with loud smacks and I grunted and ground my ass against her so the cock penetrated deeper after each slap. Ashley was groaning too and our deep animal moans mingled. Janice was screaming, calling me her bitch and her slave. Suddenly, she plunged her cock deep into my ass and held it there with a firm, steady force. She pushed relentlessly and gyrated her hips, mashing the dildo's balls and her thighs against my ass cheeks. I ground against her, hoping to press even more of her cock into me. I grunted from the effort. Janice was as firm as a wall against my pushing. Her superior strength allowed me to drive her cock deeper and deeper into myself. I forced my ass to spread open wider with each push against her powerful legs. I wanted every fraction of on inch I could get. Janice jerked her cock once and it seemed that she would split me open. She leaned across my back and whispered in my ear in the sweetest softest voice imaginable. "A girl that loves fucking as much as you can only be named one thing. From now on you will be Mona. You will live here, with Ashley. She's submissive and you can do anything to her that you want. I'll take care of you. All I require is that you obey me and assist me in my work." "Yes, Miss Janice. Anything you ask." "I entertain many men here. Some of them like to fuck girls like you. Some of them will want blowjobs or to suck your cock. You'll enjoy all of that. Won't you Mona?" "Yes, Miss Janice," I answered truly happy. My answer pleased Mistress Janice and she resumed fucking me until she came again. She filled my ass with her cum and had Ashley eat it out of me. That night, after Janice had left us, I fucked Ashley and we fell asleep in each other's arms. We were the two happiest girls in the world. Hope you liked the story. I love to hear from all T-girls and admirers. [email protected]