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FORCED INTO IT by Throne Bill's wife Margot had been wearing him down, little by little. She sneered at his small dick, made him keep his body hair shaved, and denied him sex, instead making him worship her full figure with his mouth. She loved to have him suck her nipples, eat her pussy, and kiss her ass. She had him broken down enough that he had almost given up on fighting back. Besides, he was addicted to her overly voluptuous body. So now she was ready to take the relationship to the next level. She waited until he had a week's vacation before springing her plan on him. It was Friday evening and he just wanted to relax. When he arrived home, his wife was in a tight sleeveless top and stretch pants. She had on sexy shoes, black and shiny, with three-inch stacked heels. Suddenly relaxation wasn't the main thing on his mind. His small member seemed to vibrate inside the brightly colored jockey shorts she made him wear. Margot put her fingers into her long red-brown hair, cocked her broad hips to the side, stuck out her lower lip, and said, "What's the matter, baby doll? You look a little disturbed." He said, trying to sound manly but instead coming off as weak, "I... you look so..." He took a steadying breath. "I mean, you look fantastic, Margot. So hot. But it's been, um, sort of a long time since you've let me, er... ejaculate." She smirked at him and said, "Yeah, it has been kind of a while since I let you shoot your little shooter." She chuckled. "About three weeks. And when I did let you have some fun, it was by rubbing yourself off on my thigh, wasn't it?" He hesitated before admitting, "That was two months ago. The last time was when you made me..." He really didn't want to say this. "...you made me play with myself while you were lying in bed on your tummy." She told him, "Refresh my memory, sweets. What happened next." Naturally, she remembered it well, but making him describe the humiliations she put him through was an extra kick for her. Already she could feel herself getting wet between the legs. He reluctantly said, "You had me kneeling between your legs and... when I came... it went all over the center of your bottom." "And?" "And you made me put my face down there and lick it all up. I even had to go after what ran down into the, uh, deep part." "Right. You had to clean the crack of my ass and give me a few kisses in there. Even some tongue kisses, right where I'm nice and tight." He felt queasy at the memory but conceded, "Yes, dear. I did all that." She shrugged and said, "So now you're complaining? I let you cum once every month and you're not happy? I mean, with a miniature dick like yours, you should be thrilled that I even let you see me naked." She put her hands on her wide hips and shoved her heavy bust forward. "Right?" His shoulders drooped and he said, "Yes. I suppose so. But I'm a man. I have needs. They're not... being met." "Well boo hoo for you. My idea of a man is all the guys I went with before I met you. They were all taller, stronger, and every one of them had a cock that put yours to shame. I mean, you've got four skinny inches and they each had eight thick ones. Hello? Message received?" He began wringing his hands. She had him reeling, unable to come up with a good defense. It was time to hit him where he was most vulnerable. "So," she said with conviction, "since you're not a man, and you still expect me to take pity on you and let you cum once in a while, you have to do whatever I say to earn that privilege. Or maybe you'd rather I just throw you out of the bedroom completely. It makes no difference to me. I can just pick up a guy whenever I want to. Somebody who knows how to do it in bed, and has the equipment for the job. You've seen how guys look at me when we go to the mall. And every time we go out to the Blue Grotto for a drink or two, and my big round ass is sticking out over the sides of the bar stool, and my tits are halfway out of the top I'm wearing, you KNOW half the guys in there are gawking at me. Remember that time when I made you sit across from me, on the far side of the bar? What happened then?" Bill grimaced at the painful memory. "Some guy... guys... tried to pick you up. They were hanging all over you and buying you drinks and -- you told me later -- patting your backside." His voice was trailing off as he concluded, "And I had to watch it all, for over an hour, before you took me home." She reminded him, "Drove you home, made you undress me, and had you eat my pussy and ass because I was so overheated from having all that cock around me. I mean, I was huffing testosterone, getting off on their sweat and stubble. You, on the other hand, are only good as my pussy slave. Or body slave, since I have you licking and sucking all over my hills and valleys." She laughed at the clever way she had put that before saying, "So now, licky-licky boy, I've decided to make you look like what you are, which is a wussy fairy." His eyes went wide. "You don't mean...?" "I mean put you into panties and other pretty girl things. I mean make your face cute with lipstick and eye liner and stuff. I mean have you flounce around like the weakling wimp fag-face you really are." She set her jaw and gave him an intimidating stare. "And you aren't going to do shit to stop me. Are you?" He stood there feeling numb. His mouth opened and then closed. He hung his head in defeat and said, "No, darling. I'll go along with... all that." "Damned right you will. Spineless little no-dick. Sorry- assed ass kisser. Now let's go to the bedroom and get started with the New You." He followed her meekly, unable to stop ogling the two big halves of her sitter as they rolled in those skintight slacks. The problem for Bill was that, instead of imagining himself with her kneeling on the bed so he could do her doggy style, he was picturing himself with his face buried between those hills, pleasuring her insatiable ass with his tongue, degrading himself for her pleasure and proving that he was everything she said. Worse, it was getting him aroused. What was she doing to his mind? In the bedroom she made him get two shopping bags that were in the bottom of her closet. He noticed that they were pink and bore the logo of Veronica's Secret, that women's clothing store that carried so much fancy lingerie. He set them on the edge of the bed and she peered into them, snickered, and retrieved a pair of panties, which she held up for him to get a good look at. Oh no. They were bright pink, cut high, and had a bright red heart printed on the crotch. He looked at her imploringly, not wanting to have to put them on, but she just held them out to him. He accepted the filmy bit of material with thumb and forefinger. "Well?" she said with impatiently. "They're not supposed to go on over your trousers. Strip down, Bill. Or maybe I shouldn't call you by a man's name. Soon it won't fit you anymore. How about...? Bill? Billy? Baby? BIBI!" He was visibly upset, so she knew it was a good choice. His wife said, "Margot and Bibi. We could be lesbian lovers. You're my pussy licking sex toy. Ha!" He began to undress, cringing under her unwavering gaze. He was ashamed of his hairless body and undersized penis. As he slipped the panties up his smooth legs a shiver ran through him. He had a feeling that he would never be able to turn back from what he was doing. Once they were on, Margot took a good look at him. She made him stand in front of the full length mirror mounted on the inside of the closet door. It distressed him to see how unmanly he looked and how that heart on the crotch made it harder to tell that he had male genitals underneath. His wife ran her hand up and down his bare back, patted his soft bottom. She said, "This is even better than I expected. I want to drag you into bed right now, but it'll be even more fun after I finish the job. She reached into the second bag and produced a silky chemise that was a paler shade of pink and told him, "You are going to be so girly in this, Bibi." Hating every second of it, Bill held the article over his head and let it slither down over him. As he settled the slender straps on his shoulders he checked his reflection again. Now he appeared even more feminine. His bride guffawed as she got a hairbrush and scissors. With an economy of effort, she parted his blond hair in the middle, gave him bangs, and on the sides combed it over the tops of his ears. Her efforts changed the shape of his face, and drew attention to his blue eyes. Next she got busy with cosmetics, using lipstick, rouge, eye shadow and liner. When she was done he resembled a teenage girl who was trying to emulate a professional model. Having his image altered so much undermined what was left of Bill's confidence. His wife slapped him on the butt and said, "All right, sweet cheeks. Time for me to find out what it feels like to have a budding lezzie go down on me. A lezzie who knows how to lick me all over." Bill was badly shaken but lacked the willpower to stand up to her. Instead, he watched wordlessly as she stretched out on the bed on her back. Margot snapped at him, "Move it, pretty princess. Get my shoes off my feet and peel down those slacks." He did it with unsteady hands. Then he removed her panties. As usual, his wife hadn't bothered to wash down there. Her pussy smelled unpleasant and he wrinkled his nose. She spotted that and said, "Once you get past the smell, it's no worse than eating cat food." She laughed and ordered him to put her shoes back on her. Margot knew that the footwear she favored always turned him on. Just handling it accelerated his already racing libido. He finished that and faced the waiting cleft between her thighs. Margot had fleshy labia, rippled and rising up from her mound. Her pubic hair was thick and dark. He swallowed hard as he moved his face closer. She sniggered and said, "Get those sexy red lips where they belong, Bibi. Now that you look like that, I bet I'm going to want you to spend even more time with your head between my thighs. And other places." He began his usual devoted job, trying to ignore the unsavory taste and the revolting stickiness. She simply lay there and sighed, not even having to issue instructions because he was so well trained. It took a long time but eventually he gave her two very satisfying orgasms. His own needs remained unmet and he was left yearning. Margot turned over lazily and sleepily told him to put a pillow under her hips. His pillow. That raised her thick rump into the air. He knew what was expected next. It was disgraceful but he worked his face into the narrowness between her warm buns and got his nose all the way down to the sweaty floor of that deep valley. His mouth was pressed against her puckered tightness. With his head swimming from all that had been done to him, he began to lick, to rim, and to probe. Deeply. His bride drifted into contented sleep and he had to continue until she awoke... after two hours. TWO MONTHS LATER. As usual, Bill had gotten up early. Margot had him sleeping in a fuzzy yellow-and-black, zebra-stripped, dog bed, between her bed and the wall. He had to be extra careful not to wake her. Longingly, he watched her, the way her extreme curves were shown off by the shiny chemise she wore. The frustrated husband ran his hand over the pink plastic chastity tube that tightly encased his penis. His poor balls ached. He tip-toed away and went to the spare bedroom, where she had overseen him the night before, as he selected and laid out his outfit for today. Of course, she simply rejected anything she didn't want him to put on, and steered him toward whatever she did want him to dress in. So it was that he now faced a one-piece bathing suit and bathing cap, both of them a shade that was almost flesh-colored. There were also tight-fitting rubber booties without heels, and matching gloves that would reach nearly to his elbows. These too were close to his own flesh tone. He stripped out of the shorty pajamas he had been wearing, cotton ones with bright cartoon images all over them, and the loose net that had covered his hair, which was now collar length and had been put into springy curls. He unhappily squeezed himself into the swimsuit, donned the cap and fastened the chin strap, and then covered his feet and hands. He checked himself in the mirror and saw that he resembled a mannequin or maybe a sex doll. It was disturbing. Then he went to the small vanity she had found for him in a thrift shop. Margot had gotten the legs cut short and also bought a child-sized stool, so that he had to sit with his bottom less than a foot from the floor to do his face. The previous evening she had 'suggested' that he would look good with bee-stung lips, long artificial eyelashes, and vivid circles of dark rouge on his cheeks. As he transformed his face to match her wishes, he felt what was left of his male identity slipping away. He felt that a lot these days. At last he was done and went padding to the kitchen, his hips swaying in a movement that was present all the time now. Bill started coffee brewing for his wife. He wouldn't be permitted to drink any of it himself. As its robust fragrance spread he was busy laying out miniature Danish pastries on a plate. They had been in the fridge and he wanted them to have time to warm up, because his wife didn't like them too cold. Not that it would matter to Bill personally, because they were something else he wasn't allowed to have. He accidently got a smear of their icing on one fingertip of his glove but was too cowed to lick it off and get a taste. Instead he washed it away under the tap. He busied himself cleaning up, checking his work to make sure he hadn't made any slips, and finally felt he was ready. Margot appeared, wearing a brief robe, belted at the waist. She was fresh from the shower, her hair only partly dried, and had nothing on under that garment. He caught flashes of her intimate areas and felt his dick try to enlarge inside its sheath, to no avail. She sat at the table and waited to be served. As he brought her a mug of coffee and set it next to the cream and sugar, she said offhandedly, "Oh yeah. Steve is coming over. He should be here soon. I guess he wants some early morning sex, that horny bastard." She laughed softly. Bill felt his stomach turn over. Steve was her lover, who she had found and brought home. He was tall and powerfully built, with rugged features and perpetual five o'clock shadow. He wore his black hair very short. There was a tattoo of a skull on his right bicep and one of a bat on the back of his left shoulder. He frightened Bill. With the announcement of Steve's impending arrival, Bill was all in a flurry. He should make more coffee but couldn't until the current pot was emptied. Steve might want something to eat other than pastries. And Steve would see Bill in that especially shameful outfit. What kind of person would think of making someone wear something so bizarre? The harried husband did what he could but all too soon he heard Steve opening the front door with the key that Margot had gotten him. In fact, she had made Bill go out and have it made, which was a deep insult for the husband. It was as if he was agreeing that he wanted that rugged brute in the house, in the bedroom, with Margot. Steve strode confidently into the kitchen and went straight to Margot, leaning down to give her a wet invasive kiss, his rough hand going inside the front of her robe to paw one massive breast. When he straightened up she looked drugged with desire. Bill had gotten out Steve's mug, which Margot had purchased on- line. It was black with white letters that said MAN OF THE HOUSE. He timidly waited for Steve to place his order, which turned out to be, "Dammit, you pansy-pants. Get me some freaking coffee." The quivering husband did it and wordlessly set it before their frequent visitor. Steve ran a construction crew. He worked right alongside them and was skilled in a number of building trades. It was him who had cut down the legs on Bill's vanity. He jerked his head toward Bill and asked, "What's with the bathing beauty?" Margot laughed. She said, "I thought you'd like to see Bibi in something different. It really shows off how soft she is." Steve responded, "Ha! You really get off when I give your sissy husband the sex eye. I gets you hot when I swat his bottom or pinch his nipples. So I guess this is supposed to give me more ideas." "Well...." She licked her lips meaningfully and said, "You and I have been talking about turning our bedroom games into threesomes, so I figured if Bibi looked extra cute, it might get us there." He smirked. "Right. And I know it gets you wet to see me make him uncomfortable and hit him and stuff. You had me thinking about it so I came up with some toys. I brought them in from my truck and they're on the easy chair in the living room. I bet Bibi can't wait to see what they are." The sissy husband was visibly worried. That made Margot's nipples hard. Steve said, "But first I want one of those breakfast burritos. Hey, Bibi, you dickless wonder. Get one out of the freezer and nuke it. Better yet, make it two." He sat there like a king and took a swallow of coffee, while Bill hurried to obey. After their meal, the couple went to the recreation room to watch TV. Steve sat on the couch, Margot lying alongside him with head in his lap, her cheek against his crotch. He idly stroked her long auburn hair while Bill had to fetch his little vanity stool and sit on it in the corner. The hard seat was uncomfortable against the husband's bottom. Soon his legs and lower back hurt. The couple ignored him, occasionally kissing, their hands roving freely. Steve glanced at Bill and shook his head, saying, "I still can't believe how spineless your Bibi is. What a wussy. I mean, if I did decide to... take advantage of her... it wouldn't be like it was a guy I was touching." Eager to encourage him, Margot said, "That's totally true, lover. And, you know, it would get me so hot that I'd be burning when you and me got it on. In fact..." She thought for a few seconds and then grinned. "... how about if we did it THIS way." She squirmed herself up his side, making sure to rub her big tits all over him, and began whispering into his ear. At the same time, her hand gently massaged his bulging crotch. He liked what he heard and nodded, telling her, "Sounds good. That would be a cool way to break him in with me. And it sure wouldn't be like... faggy." "No," she said, sounding like she was in the middle of foreplay, "it would be like the big dog showing the runt dog who was boss." "Exactly," Steve agreed. "That's what it would be." He was sold on whatever Margot's idea had been. Bill was filled with dread. First Steve made Bill retrieve what was on the living room easy chair. It was a crumbled paper grocery bag. Steve opened it and took out something Bill couldn't identify. It was a wooden dowel, a round length about eight inches long, with something wrapped around it and stapled in place. Margot looked on in fascination as her lover told her husband to lower his bathing suit's top and pull everything down past his bottom, and then kneel on the couch across from the sofa. He did. His bride, still on the sofa, had a perfect view. Bill knelt there, chin on the cushion, bared ass sticking up. His wife had the best seat in the house to watch what was about to happen. Steve took the stick and held it parallel with the cleft of Bill's bottom. He smiled crookedly as he pressed it down into the groove and said, "You're not going to like this, Bibi. It's going to hurt. What's on this rod is sandpaper. It's a fine grade so it won't do too much damage, but..." To demonstrate what he was saying, Steve applied pressure and began rubbing it up and down in the narrow space. Bill yelled as blazing pain exploded in that sensitive area. He wept as his tormentor bore down. Margot watched, open-mouthed. It only lasted for a minute but when it was over, Bill was blubbering and burying his face in the upholstery. Without pausing, Steve tossed his clever implement of punishment aside and reached into the bag again, this time bringing out a long wide paddle, fraternity house style. He had made it himself, in his basement workshop, and cut a name and an image into it. The name was 'Bibi' and the image was a heart. He rotated it so that the unmarked side was facing his victim and delivered a solid swat that produced a loud meaty sound. Bill hollered and bit the cushion. Steve chortled and Margot felt her pussy get very wet. The paddle rose and fell another dozen time, leaving its target bright red and slightly swollen. Then Steve tossed away his implement. He grabbed the sobbing husband by his narrow trembling shoulders and pulled him easily upright, got him on his feet, and promptly pushed him down onto his knees. Between the damage from the sandpaper and the paddle, every part of Bill's rear end was on fire. The big man made him raise the swimsuit again and put the straps back over his shoulders. The material clung to his abused flesh, compressing it and concentrating the pain. At that point, Margot rose and knelt alongside her weeping husband. She said, "All right, Bibi, here's the deal. I'm going to give Steve the blowjob of his life. At the same time, you're going to get your face into the middle of his butt and start kissing his asshole. Like you do for me so often. You're going to keep it up the entire time I'm sucking him off. Your tongue will not stop moving. It will go up and down, round and round, and in and out. Got it?" Overwhelmed, he could only nod and sniffle. What she was saying was unthinkable but he knew that if he resisted, Steve would slap him around and then, after that, Bill would still have to perform the degrading act. He choked as Steve stripped out of his pants, revealing his above average cock, and stepped in front of him, offering his uncovered buttocks. Bill gagged but still leaned forward to plant several humble kisses on the proffered flesh. Margot knelt in front of the standing man and eagerly tongued his member while she fondled his balls. She reached around her lover, grabbed her husband's ears, and tugged his face into the divide of Steve's muscular sitter. At once Bill began to lick, swirl, and then probe. He was nauseated. His wife was in no hurry to finish what she was doing. It went on and on, while Bill felt his male ego being ground down into dust. After what seemed like an hour, Margot at last made her stud blast his load into her talented mouth. She took it all but did not swallow. Instead, when he was completely drained, she bent low, reached between Steve's firm legs to push her husband over backward, and then crawled through the arch to sit on his hips. Bill squirmed under her but was too beaten to put up any fight. Her cheeks were bulging with cum and spit. She lowered her face to her husband and used the thumb and forefinger of one hand to press inward on the side of his jaw. He opened his brightly colored lips. Wide. Wider. She brought her mouth close to his and opened it, letting the creamy mixture flow out and run onto his tongue. It was revolting but he accepted it. She pushed more out with her tongue, then gather fresh saliva so she could spit still more. He made a retching sound while simultaneously, he was gulping down the whole mess. She spat several additional times, to be sure he got every drop she could feed him. Afterwards, Bill was ordered not to clean his mouth in any way until the next morning. SIX MORE MONTHS LATER. Margot called the office where Bill worked and got him an extended leave of absence, citing a 'nervous' condition he was supposed to be suffering. One evening, Steve was having five buddies over to watch some sporting event. Bill didn't know specifically what it was, only that his wife had driven him to several stores to buy beer and snacks. She had made him wear terrycloth mini-shorts and a belly shirt, along with clear plastic sandals. It had been utterly humiliating to be stared at and to half hear whispered comments. Now Bill had everything ready. To make him fit the night's theme, Margot had told him to strip and then dressed him in a racy cheerleader's uniform. The top was just two vertical straps and the skirt was so mini that it almost wasn't there. That latter feature was especially difficult for Bill because the costume came without panties. His bare ass and penis were on display. His hair had reached his shoulders and been dyed yellow-blond. It was braided into twin pigtails on either side of his head. His face was decorated with too much eye make-up, including plenty of blue shadow, and much more than enough plum- colored lipstick. He looked like a coed slut. He had on white anklets and matching Mary Janes with three-inch heels. Attached to both wrists were bouncy pom-poms, which left his hands free for serving. But that wasn't the worst. What was most devastating for Bill was that, shortly after he had been made to worship Steve's ass, the big man had gotten in touch with a friend who was doing a building job in Mexico. When that guy returned, he brought a generous supply of the latest cocktail of female hormones. Margot had immediately begun feeding them to her spouse, also adjusting his diet to encourage more body fat and less muscle tone. Now Bill had modest breasts, which the narrow straps of his outfit didn't halfway cover. His partly exposed butt was round and girly. His hairless legs were shapely. Most devastating, however, was what the drugs had done to his male parts. His penis had shrunk to almost nothing. His balls were similarly reduced. His wife loved to tease him sexually because she found his tiny erections to be hilariously funny. He hated to be looked at while he was that way and after Steve's buddies arrived, they ogled him openly. They already knew that he was regularly sucking Steve's cock and had no respect for the man inside Bibi. All evening the feminized cuckold had to race around grabbing beers, serving snacks, and cleaning up. The guys openly grabbed and pinched his vulnerable bum cheeks. He was close to tears and fearing even more to come. One of the men, a hulking Black stud named Tony, pulled him down onto his lap during a commercial and slipped his meaty hands under those straps to manipulate those delectable mounds. He told his captive that he sure would like to sample more than just that. Too soon for Bill the game was over. Margot brought out a bottle of whiskey and a half dozen chilled cans of soda. She snapped at her husband to go and get glasses, adding, "Move your sissy ass or somebody might stick something up it." Soon the men each had a mixed drink and got even more into the party mood. They checked the stats for the game they had watched and did some quick math. It turned out that, based on how well they had guessed what the figures would be, they were entitled to less or more service... from Bibi. Margot looked on avidly. The first guy was due for a blowjob and having his balls licked. He sat there arrogantly, drink in hand, and made Bibi open his jeans and work them all the way down, then tug his jockey shorts to his ankles. How Bill wished he could even once more put on male underwear or jeans. The guy grabbed Bibi's pigtails and pulled his face toward the large dangling prick that waited to be served. Bibi had learned a lot from taking care of Steve's needs so often. Now he began with several light kisses to the shaft, followed by licking of the head and, as the organ rose, sucking on the impressive knob. The other guys laughed and cheered. Bibi ducked down and began kissing the heavy scrotum, with the cock pushed upward and against his face. He lapped his way up and down the underside of the meat and finally engulfed it in his practiced mouth, taking it all the way until there was pubic hair mashed against his nose and balls resting on his chin. He worked steadily, never stopping, deep-throating, disgusted with what he was being made to do. While he had just the head in his mouth, Bibi tasted pre-cum and felt the rod twitch. He paced himself, afraid of getting into trouble for rushing. In the end the man shot a heavy load of cream into his mouth, rather than straight down his throat, and Bibi had to taste it and feel its sliminess before managing to force himself to swallow. It added new dimensions of disgrace to have to be doing this to a stranger, while all the others watched. Margot was practically drooling from witnessing his debasement. The next four, including Steve, were variations on that. All of them were getting sucked off. As extras, one got his toes sucked, another had his ass licked, the third crammed Bibi's startled face into his sweaty armpit, and the last had the sissy fill his mouth with shaved ice before having it jammed full of cock. That left only Tony, the hulking Black dude. He grinned as Margot announced that he had earned the privilege of pounding Bibi's virgin ass with his tremendous cock. The dark-skinned giant got completely naked and even struck a few bodybuilder poses. His shaft was a monster, with balls to match. When Bibi finally broke down and cried at the indignity to come, Margot said, pretending to be shocked, "Little girl, you have insulted our guest. That gives him the right to punish you." Tony guffawed and decided, "Bad girls need to be spanked. Hard." He seized Bibi by the slender upper arm, sat down on a wooden chair, and pulled the horrified cuckold across his lap. Up went Tony's broad hand, and down it came, hard, to crack loudly against Bibi's smooth white bottom. The helpless husband squealed and kept doing that as blow after blow fell on that delectable target. Bibi's legs kicked and he squirmed, but there was no escape. Tony didn't cease until he had landed three dozen smacks, leaving that expanse of tender bottom thoroughly tanned. The randy man stood, lifting Bibi with him, and marched his victim to the end of the sofa, so he could bend him forward over the arm of it. With his backside uppermost and his tiny skirt flipped up, Bibi was utterly accessible. Tony laughed and spit on his fingers, rubbing the saliva over the bulls-eye that he was about to assault. Then he placed the thick head of his cock against that tightness and leaned forward, cheerfully pushing past the clenching ring. Bibi wailed but to no avail. Tony's dusky piston slid further and further inside, taking his anal cherry, until it had vanished within Bibi's former virginity. Tony paused to give her a moment to settle, then began slowly and purposefully to move, pumping steadily, making his own pleasure build as he robbed Bibi of the final vestiges of masculine dignity. Tony kept his hands on those smooth plush hips while he rode his mare skillfully, like a prize stallion at his work, but with great control that allowed him to make it last much longer time than any of the other men had gone. At the end he jetted forth the largest load of the night, deep into Bibi, finalizing the sissy cuckold's emasculation. It was done. Tony eased out and, grabbing Bibi by the neck, forced her to leave the room with him. He called back, "I'm going to get a shower and this little filly is going to wash my back. And everything. With her soapy little hands." Bill/Bibi never recovered from that gathering. She thought of herself as not male or female, but a dweller in some gender limbo in between the sexes. She was available to Steve or Margot equally, and they found many ways to vary their sexual encounters with her involvement. Sometimes Bibi would have to go down on Margot while Steve took her from behind. Other times the half-sexed husband might have to eat Steve's ass while Margot did her with a strap-on. It was endless. Somewhere inside him, Bill's masculine persona tried to reassert itself. His wife could see the attempt, taking place over and over, always doomed to fail. For her the joy was watching him in a struggle that he couldn't give up but also could never win. She summed up his fate one night when the three of them were in bed together. She and Steve had just screwed like wild animals. Bill had licked a generous helping of spunk from her well-used gash. Now Margot was lying on top of her lover, kissing him and telling him how much she loved him and craved him, while Bill knelt awkwardly in the bay of their outstretched legs, alternately providing oral worship to her ass and dipping down to lap mixed sex juices off Steve's cock. Just as Bill/Bibi tunneled his tongue into his/her spouse again, Margot observed, "You know, Steve, it was a lot of work to completely ruin my husband as a man and turn him into what he is now. But it was fun, too. And worth it most of all because I know -- I'm absolutely certain -- that there's no way he can EVER get back what we took from him, even though he'll never stop trying. Bibi is our sissy now and forever." ****** (Thanks to all those readers who left reviews of my other recent stories. There were requests for the sissies to have to suck cock. I hope this effort fills the bill. It certainly filled Bill's mouth.)