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Hard Hal's Homage by Pamela [email protected] On a beautiful spring Sunday morning Hal and Debbie rode their bicycles on their favorite path around the town where they lived. The cherry trees were in full bloom and there was an intoxicating fragrance in the air. Hal felt deliriously happy since it was their first good ride of the season, and he was madly in love with Debbie and it was such a pleasure to be spending a romantic day with her. On one part of the route that formed a loop of almost twenty miles, the path encompassed a two-lane road where cars were prohibited on weekends. During this one stretch, Hal liked to ride side by side with Debbie, so they could talk to each other. Since Debbie was the stronger bicyclist of the two and was usually in the lead, Hal had to accelerate when they got to the widened path if he was to get beside her. Though Hal had a rearview mirror on his bike, he failed to look into it before he pulled out to the left and accelerated to catch up to Debbie. To Hal's consternation and surprise, his maneuver caused him to merge partially into the path of a biker who was at that very moment passing him on the left. Fortunately, he was able to swerve back away from a very near collision. He saw that the other biker was a young, petite, slender, athletic woman about ten years younger than himself. She was wearing a skin-tight biker's outfit of black Pearl Izumi shorts and a top that pressed tightly around her unusually large and sexy breasts. "You fucking idiot!" the woman yelled at Hal. "What kind of stupid fuck-head are you?" While Hal might have been partially to blame for the near accident, to his mind the woman was equally responsible. Why was she passing at high speed just a few inches to his side, when there was a whole empty roadway to her left? Hal yelled after her saying, "You're such a moron!" The woman heard Hal's response and suddenly steered her bike in front of Hal's forcing him to brake hard and finally come to a halt at the side of the road. Hal had a sickening feeling that he had stumbled upon some sort of psychopath and wished he had kept his cool and not said anything. The woman got off her bike scowling and stormed over to where Hal had stopped. By this time Debbie had realized what was happening and had circled back and come to a stop near to Hal and the woman. "What did you call me?" the woman said menacingly. Hal looked at her more carefully. She was a good eight inches shorter than himself and at least forty pounds lighter. She was very pretty with long auburn hair and had an especially sexy look that came from having a somewhat slight frame but large, shapely breasts and a perfectly formed rear end. Her arms were thin and graceful, and Hal laughed inwardly at the preposterous attitude of the woman, as if she could intimidate a man who was taller, denser and heavier. "I generally don't like to curse at anyone," Hal started to say, but before he could finish his thought, the woman ran up close to him and punched her hands against his chest shoving Hal backwards a few inches. "Are you crazy?" Hal said rubbing his chest where she had hit him. "I don't want to have to restrain you. There is no rea..." Before Hal could finish his thought, the woman shoved him even harder than the first time knocking him backwards. She scowled at him, "What the fuck did you call me?" "OK, that's enough of that!" Hal said and as he reached to grab the woman's arms to restrain her, she slammed her hand against Hal's chest again knocking some of the air out of him. The force that the woman was able to unleash surprised Hal and his stomach knotted up in fear. He began to panic at the thought that maybe the woman could beat him up if she wanted to. Before she could hit him again, Hal changed gears and said, "Why are you doing this?" Without answering him, the woman shoved Hal again driving him backwards and he had to jump to catch his balance. Her arms seemed like steel rods against the flesh of his chest. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Debbie looking on aghast. "What the fuck did you call me?" the woman said again. The woman stood with her eyes drilling into Hal's and she had a sneer on her face. Hal's eyes darted down and looked at her smooth pubic area as if to convince himself that she really didn't have a penis. It certainly seemed to him that it was as if a very strong guy was shoving him. A bully. Hal thought of running away but was immobilized by fear and the thought that the woman could probably out run him, besides the fact that Debbie would see him as a coward. The woman's arms were raised as if ready to shove him again and Hal backed away slowly from the woman trying to figure out how he could disarm the situation and also save face. Quietly so only the woman could hear him Hal said, "I'm sorry, please let me go." "Please let you go?" The woman said in a loud voice. "You're a pussy," she added and stepping up very close to Hal and making a fist said, "for the last time, tell me what you called me." A wave of fear ran through Hal and he felt a tear on his cheek and wiped it away with his hand. "You're fucking crying now?" the woman said. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call you anything. I, I, got in your way. I shouldn't have." The woman shoved Hal hard again and he staggered backwards and fell down. The woman ran up to him and stood over him. Hal raised his arms to protect himself as if she might punch him or kick him. He saw her breasts sway in her bra and he saw the faint outline of the woman's biceps firmed up in her thin arms. It seemed like it must be impossible that he was on the ground defeated by this woman, but it was true. With a sudden burst of adrenaline Hal attempted to shove the woman out of the way so he could stand up, but instead she deflected his arms and ended up pushing him face first into the grass whereupon she jumped on him forcing her knee against the back of his neck. Thus, pinned to the ground, Hal felt her grab his arm and twist it around behind his back until it hurt. "Owwww," Hal wailed, now terrified that the woman might break his arm. Hal said, "Stop, please stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" "What did you call me?" the woman asked again. The pain in his arm was terrible and his lips were touching the grass. Hal said in a kind of soft whimper, "I'm sorry I offended you. It was just an accident that I got in your path." She increased the pain in his arm and Hal said, "I'm sorry I called you a moron." Shaking with fear, tears ran down Hal's cheek and he prayed that the woman would let go of him. "Pussy," the woman said, "you're a sorry excuse for a guy." "I'm so sorry. Please let go of my arm. It hurts so much!" Hal said. Finally, the woman let go of Hal's arm and said, "Look at me." Hal turned around and looked at her. He couldn't believe how this pretty, feminine woman could be so terrifying. His eyes were moist, and he was struggling to regain his breath. "Who's the moron?" the woman asked Hal staring into his eyes. "You're not a moron," he said. "Who's the moron?" she said. "I am," Hal said and then when she continued to stare at him he said, "I'm a moron." The woman looked at Hal with contempt and then he watched as a smile formed on her face and he heard her chuckling. The close presence of her large breasts, inches from his face, seemed to contradict everything he had just experienced at her hands. "You're like a little girl, aren't you?" the woman said to Hal and he nodded his head. "Do you have a dick?" she said, and Hal shook his head. "What do you have?" the woman said. "I have a pussy," Hal said. The woman laughed again and stood up. "Yes, you have a pussy," she said and turned away and slowly walked over to where Debbie was standing. Debbie said, "Why did you have to do that to him?" The woman looked at Debbie and said calmly, "I don't like men who think that they can treat women poorly." "Yeah, but didn't you see that he was no match for you? He was afraid of you, afraid you were going to hurt him. Couldn't you see that?" Debbie said. "You're right," the woman said, "but I wasn't expecting him to be such a pussy. I mean, I assumed he had a cock, but he doesn't seem to have one, does he?" "All the more reason for not being a bully," Debbie said. "You're probably right," the woman said, "but when I saw him cowering in fear like a little girl, I was thinking that this is the time to teach him a lesson he'll never forget. I probably should have been more sensitive." "I assure you he, and 'he' is my husband," Debbie said, "never mistreats women. I think he just felt hurt by your comment and he was trying to defend himself. Had he known how strong you were he never would have challenged you." "Point well taken," the woman said. Debbie found herself liking the woman despite what had happened. "Well I guess my husband does wear the skirts in our marriage," Debbie said. "This incident has made it a lot more obvious than it had been to me before." The woman said, "He has no dick, that's for sure." "I don't know whether to laugh or cry," Debbie said. Then as an afterthought she said, "He does have a dick, by the way." The woman laughed and said, "I'm Charlotte." Debbie said, "I'm Debbie, and he's Hal." "I'm sorry, Debbie," Charlotte said. Debbie wasn't sure if the woman was sorry for what she had done to Hal, or sorry that Debbie had a husband like Hal. Debbie said, "I guess this is a tough thing to find out about one's husband." "Granted," the woman said. Hal got up and started walking over toward where Debbie and the woman were talking. He couldn't imagine what they might be saying, but he was too scared to go near enough to hear their conversation. Charlotte caught sight of Hal and facing him said, "If I ever catch you being disrespectful to a woman again I'll beat the living crap out of you. Understand?" "Yes," Hal said, and in case that wasn't enough of what she wanted to hear he said, "I won't ever. I promise. I'm so sorry." "I'll have my eye on you," the woman said, and to Debbie she said, "Sorry, I couldn't resist. Anyway, nice meeting you. I hope it works out OK for you," and then she got on her bike and pedaled away. Debbie looked at her husband. He was wiping away some stray tears from his eyes. Debbie noticed that there was a significant bulge in the front of his bike shorts. "You're hard, Hal," Debbie said, "you're hard." Hal struggled to point his boner in a different direction and said, "I'm sorry Debbie." "She gave you a boner?" Debbie said. "I was so frightened. I've never been in a situation like that before." Hal was still shaking. "I never knew you were such a weakling Hal," Debbie said, "and where does your boner come from? Did you like being taken down by a woman?" "Why would I like that Debbie? She almost broke my arm. I did try and fight her, but she was too strong for me." Debbie said. "She knocked you down and you got a boner. She should be the one with the boner. She certainly earned it." Hal didn't know what to say. He couldn't remember being so frightened ever before. "I just think it's because I was so afraid of her. Some kind of reaction." In a tired voice Debbie said, "We'll have to talk about this later. Let's finish the trip. Can you do that Hal?" "I guess so," Hal said, but he noticed that his legs were still shaking a little. "I better rest a bit, at least until my legs relax." In fact, he also wanted to give the woman who had scared him a big head start so that he would definitely not run into her again that day. After a while, Hal felt better and he and Debbie finished the bike trip they had started that morning. After they had put their bikes on the bike rack of their car, Debbie said that she would do the driving. She started the engine and said, "she was like a foot shorter than you. Was she really that scary Hal? I didn't see anything about her that would have scared me. You're a lot taller than her and you're a guy. I know that you've always been kind of gentle, but in this case, I should think that you could easily have stood up to her." In a husky voice Hal said, "I did try and get away from her, but she grabbed me and threw me down. I was scared. She frightened me. I didn't think I could beat her up, she seemed like she was stronger than me." The awful memory of how the woman had demanded that he repeat what he had called her filled his mind and he felt his heart racing. If he had only kept his mouth shut and not said anything then she might have ridden by and kept on going. "Her name is Charlotte, and she told me that she couldn't remember seeing a man cower in fear as much as you did," Debbie said. Hal had no answer to that statement and he remained quiet. After a while Debbie said, "What's the deal with the boner?" "I don't know," Hal said. "Was it because of her big boobs?" Debbie said. "No!" Hal said. "I wonder what else gives you boners," Debbie said. "Listen, Debbie, I think you're making too much of it. I realize that I sort of lost it there, I mean the way she intimidated me, but it doesn't mean that I like it. It was really a horrible experience for me." "She said you have a pussy and not a dick." "I know I heard her." Considering the fact that Hal had become hard, the irony of the woman's comment was not lost on either of them. *** Hal and Debbie had married three years earlier. Debbie was an unusually attractive woman with a sunny disposition and an inquisitive and intelligent face. To those who didn't know the couple well, they might be surprised to see them together since Hal seemed like a relatively shy and somewhat retiring soul who did not come across as very self- confident. He was fairly handsome, however, and people probably figured that Debbie found him to be cute and desirable. A hidden truth buried in their relationship was the fact that Hal was destined to be the sole heir to his Uncle Byron's fortune, once Byron passed away, which was anybody's guess since he was 80 years old and in fairly good health. Byron was quite fond of Debbie and thrilled when she and Hal had gotten married. Another truth about Uncle Byron was the fact that he was a very conservative practicing Catholic and believed in the sanctity of marriage. Under no circumstances would Hal and Debbie receive the inheritance if they were divorced. In particular, he had warned Hal of this when he had first announced his engagement: "You had better be sure she is the ONE, Hal, because if you get divorced all my money is going to charity!" Hal had immediately told Debbie about what Uncle Byron had said. They had laughed at the time; they were madly in love. They were sure to spend the rest of their lives together. After three years of married life Debbie was still in love with Hal, but the events of this morning had shaken her. In particular, they had struck a nerve with her, because for some time now she had been wondering if Hal was sufficiently manly for her. Her private sex fantasies were starting to feature muscular guys with hairy chests who were "real" men. When she made love to Hal, she imagined that she was with one of these guys and not Hal. And what now? Could she really love a man who was utterly scared of a woman half his size? Well, yes, she could love him, but she couldn't love him completely. Something would always now be missing for her: the sexual excitement she felt in the presence of masculinity. It was a turn on for her and one that Hal had marginally provided for her in the past, but she knew in her heart of hearts that he would no longer be able to fulfill that side of herself. And there was the question of the boner. Why in the world did Hal get a boner in a situation in which she imagined that any normal man's penis and balls would shrunk to nothing? Was she crazy to think that? It must be that Hal's twisted mind was enjoying the humiliation. He must secretly love being forced into the feminine role. But on the other hand, it could have just been an involuntary reaction to fear, couldn't it? On more than one occasion Debbie had fantasized about making love to a guy who had been recently hired to a position at the place where she worked. His name was Raoul and he was strikingly handsome and well- muscled. Despite her fantasies, she had not allowed herself to flirt with Raoul since Hal was her husband and it would be a violation of her wedding vows to do so. Now, however, the image of that small woman standing over Hal, her husband utterly humiliated and scared for his life, and yet sporting a boner, was emblazoned in her memory. She could not see Hal as being masculine any more. Indeed, she was sure now that she was probably more masculine in some ways than he was. She even had to wonder if he secretly desired to be treated like he was a girl and not a man. The next day at work Debbie indulged herself by daydreaming about being made love to by someone like Raoul. And then when she ran into him in the coffee room, she found herself flirting with him. Without missing a beat, Raoul responded in kind and before long, Debbie found herself in uncharted territory. There was definitely something in the air between Raoul and herself. They were attracted to each other and if they followed the trajectory they were on, they would eventually have physical contact. Debbie decided that she needed to do some deep thinking regarding her current relationship with Hal. Find a way to realistically accommodate her marriage and preserve Hal's future inheritance, but also achieve sexual fulfillment with her increasingly exciting relationship with Raoul. The trauma that Hal had experienced due to the "bicycle lady" as he and Debbie referred to Charlotte, lingered in his mood for quite a few days afterwards. Many times he curled up near Debbie in the bed hoping she would hold him, but she didn't, and he couldn't help but think it had to do with the awful events of that fateful day. The horrible way the small woman had shoved him and the terribly mean things she had said to him. He remembered his voice begging the woman for mercy and he cringed with the thought of his total humiliation. Yet, he couldn't think of anything else he could have done. He was weaker than the woman was besides the fact that she was more like a man in the way she was so self-confident about her physical strength. And now he had to accept the fact that Debbie had become distant from him. One day a couple of weeks later, Debbie decided that she needed to confide her honest thoughts to Hal. It would pave the way for finally giving Raoul the green light to begin touching her, every thought of which made her vagina tingle with anticipation. When had she ever had such feelings with Hal? Maybe in the very beginning, but not in recent memory. During dinner one night she said to Hal that no matter what she would never divorce him and deprive him of his inheritance. "Why are you telling me that Debbie?" Hal said with obvious alarm. "Because I've decided that I want to have an extra-marital relationship with a man in my office. He'll fulfill me as a woman in ways that you cannot." Even though Debbie saying this was not a complete surprise, Hal felt like a cinder block had been thrown into his stomach. "But Debbie!" Hal said fighting back tears. "Go ahead and cry Hal," Debbie said, "I know you want to." Just saying that caused Hal to cry in earnest and he fought for control of his feelings. "You're such a dear, Hal. Crying like that is so precious. You remind me of some of my girlfriends when I was in grade school who cried at the drop of a hat. It's just so precious Hal, you are such a tender- hearted soul. But the fact of the matter is that I need more. I need a real man in my life. I WANT a real man in my life. I'm sorry Hal, but you're going to have to share me for the foreseeable future. Down the road, after your inheritance comes, we can rethink the situation." "Who's the man?" Hal said. His crying had stopped, and he sounded somewhat angry. "Raoul," Debbie said. "Who is Raoul?" Hal asked. "A guy at work," Debbie said. "Where are you going to have this affair?" Hal said expecting Debbie to say that she'd be spending some time at Raoul's place. "Why here, where else?" Debbie said. "Here?" Hal said angrily. "I don't think so!" Debbie looked at Hal with amusement. "Hal, you can't stop me. You certainly can't stop Raoul. He's quite a manly man as you'll see." "This is unacceptable Debbie. I'll never stand for it. You'll see," Hal said. "So now all of a sudden you're trying to act like a man? Now you'll fight for me? What about the bicycle lady Hal? What about your acting like a little girl that day? And your ridiculous boner. What about that?" Debbie said. "I might not be able to fight Raoul, but there are other ways I can fight back against you. And I have the moral high ground!" "Not when everyone hears the real story. I can't imagine that any of our friends' wives would tolerate your lack of testosterone, your lack of courage against a woman. I'm a bloody saint for being as loyal and faithful to you as I have been!" Both Hal and Debbie detested yelling and having arguments. That had never been their marriage, and now this awful scene had happened between them and they both felt bad. Hal ached to be back to normal with Debbie and Debbie regretted her harsh words about Hal. But at the end of the day, Debbie had an itch for lovemaking with a virile, masculine man and Hal was never going to be able to satisfy that need. If it weren't for Uncle Byron she would make a clean break from her marriage to Hal, but that would be the worst possible thing she could do to Hal and she would never consider doing that. *** Several more weeks went by during which time Debbie and Hal's relationship remained cold. Debbie no longer signaled to Hal that she wanted him to make love to her and they stopped having sex. Debbie knew Hal intimately and knew that every 2 or 3 days he probably had to masturbate since otherwise he would be continuously distracted by his sexual needs. For Hal's part he felt terribly lonely living in the same house with the woman he loved so much. It was a stressful and sad time for him and he hoped that somehow Debbie would forget her stupid idea of having an affair and come back to him. *** Eventually as time passed Hal was lulled into believing that Debbie had shelved the idea of having an affair. But one evening over dinner Debbie said, "you remember I mentioned that man Raoul at work? Well he and I have decided that the time is right to get to know each other intimately." Hal greeted this bit of news with surprise and could only look at Debbie with bitter disappointment. Hal said, "I'm your husband and I love you and I don't want any changes to our marriage." "I love you too, Hal, I hope you understand that. But this is something that I need. Anyway, who knows but perhaps one day you can become a part of my relationship with Raoul." "What are you smoking Debbie?" Hal said with obvious disgust. "I will never accept your stupid relationship and I'll do everything I can to stop it from happening." "I had hoped that with some time to think about things you'd see why it makes sense for me and Raoul to get together, but evidently not. I guess this means that Raoul and I will have to figure out some way to deal with you, and I assure you that we will figure it out." "Why can't you just do whatever thing you want to do at his place?" Hal said. "He has a roommate," Debbie said. "What? Is he a college student?" Hal said. "It's a long story. He has been helping out his family by staying where he is. He's now in circumstances where he doesn't have to be there every day so he's now going to spend some time with me here. Maybe he might even move in here, that's not yet certain. We'll see." "Yuck!" Hal said angrily. Hal stared at Debbie but was unable to come up with anything else to say. Instead he decided that he'd just have to be a huge pain in her ass until she realized that Raoul cannot stay there at all. "Raoul's coming over tonight so he and I can get to know each other better and also because he wants to meet you and get to know the house." "So, you're going to fuck him, in my own house!" Hal said in a loud voice and fighting back tears again. The doorbell rang at that moment and Debbie said, "Speaking of the devil," and she left to answer the door. Hal looked out the window and saw that there was a late model BMW parked in the driveway. His wish that Raoul would not materialize was not to be granted and when Raoul entered the house he found Debbie with a tall, handsome man. Debbie said to Hal, "Hal, I want you to meet Raoul. Raoul, this is my husband Hal." Raoul smiled and extended his hand. Hal ignored the hand until Raoul lowered it. Unfazed, Raoul said, "I've heard so much about you Hal and it's a pleasure to finally meet you." Raoul had an engaging way of looking sympathetically at Hal which made it hard to display immediate dislike for him. "What have you heard about me? That I like being cuckolded?" "Of course not Hal. Debbie told me how much you mean to her. How much she loves you." "Really? She has a terrible way of showing her love," Hal said. "Of course, Hal. I understand, but no doubt once we get a chance to know each other things will be more comfortable. We hope that in time you'll agree that I can supply essential things to Debbie that you cannot while you can certainly supply things to her that I cannot." "Yeah, like my future inheritance," Hal said sarcastically. "That's not fair," Debbie said. "You're the one who is terrified of girls, who acts like a little girl. I feel stifled as I..." "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Hal said cutting her off. "You've already made that point a hundred times. Regardless, it's wrong to have an affair and I will not take it lying down!" Hal glared at the two of them and tried to decide if he had any hope of physically forcing Raoul out of the house. Clearly not, he realized. If he couldn't take on the bicycle woman, then he certainly had no hope against Raoul who was a few inches taller than he was, but also much more physically fit, with a broad chest and obvious biceps. He probably works out at a gym Hal thought. No, he would have to find other ways to break up the couple and with that thought Hal stormed out of the room. *** A short while later Debbie and Raoul entered the master bedroom suite where Hal was reading in bed. "What are you doing?" Hal said. Ignoring him, Debbie began collecting some of Hal's clothes and said, "You're moving to the guest bedroom down the hall Hal. I'll help you gather up some of the things you'll need." Hal quickly got out of bed and ran to Debbie to try and stop her from what she was doing. But she brushed him aside and said, "Really Hal? How are you going to stop me?" Hal looked at her and then Raoul who politely bided his time from a corner of the room. "Damn you Debbie!" Hal said and then added, "You two might take over my bedroom, but you'll never have peace!" Debbie ignored him as she went back and forth making several trips carrying Hal's clothes to the other bedroom. When she was done she stood at the door signaling Hal it was time for him to leave. He said, "shit!" and stormed out of the room. Hal heard Debbie close the door and lock it. Hal stood in the hallway breathing hard and trying to think what he could do. He slumped down onto the carpeted hallway and listened to the muffled voices of Debbie and Raoul coming through the door. After a half an hour he was startled by the sound of laughter and he quietly put his ear to the door. He heard Debbie saying in a distinct voice, "Oh God Raoul, you've got such a big one, it must be twice the length of Hal's!" "Oh, please," Raoul said, "you exaggerate." "Not at all," Debbie said, "and it's so pretty or should I say handsome. It's such a nice one." "They're all the same, aren't they?" Raoul said. "Not at all Raoul. Everyone is different. I've only seen a few, but they are definitely all different. And you've got the kind I want so bad. I'm going to put that whole thing down my throat!" Hal heard Debbie and Raoul laughing and then more muffled sounds and then Raoul suddenly groaned loudly. She must be sucking his dick, Hal thought. Debbie had only rarely ever given him oral sex. He snuck away from the door and went down to the kitchen and grabbed a pot and a large wooden spoon and went back up the stairs to stand outside his former bedroom. He could hear the sounds of Debbie and Raoul having sex and Hal began banging the pot as loud as he could. He heard Debbie yell out "goddamn it Hal!" A minute later Debbie opened the door and confronted Hal. She was wearing a bathrobe and her hair was disheveled and her face was red. "Cut the crap, Hal," she said. Hal banged the pot again and Debbie took a step toward him and he ran backwards. "I don't have the time for this," Debbie said and she went back into the bedroom. After a few minutes Hal figured they had started up their lovemaking again and he banged the pot a few times. This time the door opened, and Raoul came out. "I understand your frustration and anger Hal," Raoul said in a calm, even affectionate, voice. "If I was in your situation I'd probably do the same thing. But the fact of the matter is that Debbie has needs that you can't fulfill..." "Jesus Christ," Hal said, "I am so sick of hearing about how I can't fulfill my wife. I've fulfilled her for years, this is all such bullshit!" Raoul calmly regarded Hal and said, "Well, your drumming is annoying, but Debbie and I need to finish what we started, so bang away and we'll let you know when we're done so we can all get some sleep. Good night Hal." He turned and went back into the room. Hal banged the pot a few more times and then went to his new bedroom. He got into bed and tossed and turned for a long time until he finally went to sleep. *** For the coming week Hal laid siege to Debbie and Raoul. He did everything he could think of to annoy them. He continued to bang a pot outside the bedroom door whenever he knew that Debbie and Raoul might be making love. Occasionally Debbie would come out and ask Hal to please grow up and stop the childish protests. But instead of convincing him to stop, her entreaties had the opposite effect because it proved to him that his strategy of annoying the new-found lovers was working. Outside of his pot banging, Hal went out of his way to be mean and curt with Raoul and Debbie whenever he ran into them. He badgered Debbie asking her intimate questions about she and Raoul and then when she wouldn't answer he'd make up answers. Hal took to having his meals in front of the TV while Debbie and Raoul had a fine dinner at the dining room table. Hal would leave his dishes in the living room in order to frustrate Debbie who he knew loved the house to be neat. One day Hal went downstairs to dinner naked and stayed there the whole time that Debbie and Raoul had their dinner. Then, when they wanted to sit in the living room and watch TV, Hal made excuses to walk back and forth naked in front of them. At first Debbie had laughed at Hal and then she had become pissed at his behavior. Just when it seemed like Debbie was going to yell at Hal, Raoul took off his clothes and stood next to Hal. The difference in their physiques caused Hal to cringe with frustration. Raoul was like some kind of Greek god with rippling muscles. His cock in a rest state was much bigger than Hal's. Not being able to stomach the obvious superiority of Raoul, Hal left and ran upstairs to his room and slammed the door shut. It was clear to Hal that his behavior was having a corrosive effect on Debbie's determination to have Raoul stay with her. She was starting to look haggard and she was short tempered and often fighting back tears of frustration. Raoul for his part, was always the same. He seemed to have a philosophical attitude that if he merely waited long enough, eventually Hal would give up and he and Debbie would be able to have a peaceful, loving relationship together. He did his best to comfort Debbie and he assured her again and again that he loved her so much that the wait was worth it. Finally, one day Debbie reached her limit with Hal. Alone with him, she accosted Hal, demanding that he stop harassing them. When Hal smugly told her that he was glad she was miserable, Debbie blew her top. "So help me God Hal, I'm going to find a way to stop you from this stupid, immature behavior of yours!" "Get rid of Raoul and then I'll stop. I'll even forgive you for having had an affair," Hal said. "The problem Hal is that you think that this is about two men battling for their woman, but you know as well as I do that you're no man. There is just Raoul here. He's the man. You're just some sort of little girl Hal. That's why the bicycle woman could beat you up and why you're carrying on like a little spiteful girl right now!" Though Hal felt stung by Debbie's words, he inwardly felt happy that he was driving her to the point of saying things like that. "Girl or no girl Debbie, get rid of Raoul if you want to be happy here," Hal said. Livid with anger, Debbie said, "Mark my words Hal, you're going to regret this!" She then went back to her bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her. *** One of the more difficult aspects of Hal's new life was the fact that he was alone on the weekends. During the week he went to work, but on the weekends, Debbie was no longer available to him for companionship. She was either off with Raoul playing golf or bike riding or else camped out in the bedroom with the door closed. At least Hal had the satisfaction that Debbie and Raoul couldn't enjoy the public areas of the house, since he made a point of being annoying any way he could. The Sunday after Debbie had reached her "limit," Raoul and Debbie went for a day long bike ride and Hal took a long walk around the neighborhood. An hour or two after Hal returned to his room he heard Debbie and Raoul returning in the late afternoon. Debbie called out to Hal saying that they were going to order out for pizza and would he like to join them? Her pleasant tone surprised Hal, and he called out, "Are you crazy? Why would I want to eat with you two?" "Because we're having a dinner guest that you might like to meet," Debbie yelled back. Hal came downstairs and said to Debbie, "Who is it?" Debbie smiled. "It's a new friend of mine, well a friend of Raoul and mine. A woman, she'll be here any second." "Jesus, Debbie, what in the world are you doing?" Hal said. "If you think you can fix me up with someone so that I leave you and Raoul alone, you're out of your mind!" Hal yelled the last part of it. He was feeling angry that Debbie seemed to have gotten past her anger at him. Debbie laughed joyfully and by doing so she shocked Hal because it had been so long since he had heard her laughing like this. "Why the fuck are you laughing?" Hal said annoyed. "Because my problem with you is over and done with, that's why!" Debbie said. "You're full of it Debbie. I haven't even started to be obnoxious!" Hal said. Just then the doorbell rang. "Great! That must be our guest," Debbie said. "Go ahead and answer the door Hal." "Why would I do that?" Hal said. "Just go open the door Hal," Debbie said. "Jesus Debbie, I don't know what ridiculous game you're playing," Hal said and he walked over to the front door and opened it. Standing on the step in front of the door was a relatively petite, very attractive woman who seemed vaguely familiar to Hal. She was wearing a tight, white blouse and very tight jeans and had a very sexy figure. She had pale pink polish on her long fingernails and her hair was long, full bodied and attractively cut. She had on pink lipstick and her eyes were finely made up. When her eyes met Hal's, he felt a cold sweat of recognition seep into his chest and then into the pit of his stomach. He felt an unnamed terror as his mind processed the sight in front of him. It was the infamous bicycle woman from the terrible encounter a few months ago. Hal recoiled in fear. "Is that any way to greet a guest?" Debbie said. "Come in Charlotte, I apologize for Hal. He looks like he's seen a ghost." Hal's mind kept short circuiting as he desperately tried to figure out how it was that Debbie knew the bicycle woman and had even invited her to come over. Seeing his puzzlement Debbie said, "Raoul and I ran into Charlotte today on the bike path. It was quite a coincidence. We were stopped at a traffic light together and we recognized each other. I told her about what had gone on with us since the day we met her and she offered to help Raoul and I. Hal, you do remember my warning the other day. You ignored it at your own peril and now judgement day has arrived for you." "This is my house," Hal said to the air. "Yes," Debbie said, "and Charlotte will be visiting with us and you're going to have to deal with it." "But Debbie, it's not fair," Hal said. "I don't have to remind you to be very careful what you say in front of Charlotte," Debbie said. Hal looked at Charlotte and cold chills ran down his spine. It was like his worst nightmare had come true. Charlotte looked him over and then their eyes met and Hal immediately looked down at the ground. He could sense Charlotte's gaze upon him and he backed off away from her. Raoul entered the room saying, "Hi," to Charlotte and she said, "Hi Raoul. You and Debbie have got a nice place here." "Yes we do," Debbie said, "except for the living hell that Hal has created for us." "Hal," Charlotte said, "look at me." Hal raised his eyes up and tried to look at her face. "I don't like what I've heard about your behavior toward Debbie and Raoul," Charlotte said. "Well, you see Debbie and I are married and she invited ..." Hal started to say and Charlotte cut him off. "You're not going to behave like that anymore," Charlotte said icily. "The house is also mine and ..." Hal said looking away and then looking at her again. Charlotte took a step toward Hal and he raised his arms as if to protect himself from getting hit. He saw Charlotte straighten her posture, so her breasts projected even further out. It also looked to him that she had momentarily clenched her arm muscles exposing her biceps for him to see. "You know Hal," Debbie interjected, "your problem with me and Raoul is all about the fact that you think you're competing with Raoul, one man against another for my affection, but the reality is that there is no competition." "There are lots of ways of being a man that have nothing to do with how well I can fight or how strong I am," Hal said. Debbie shook her head and said, "this is exactly the problem. You're entirely wrong yet you keep on fighting this because you don't know it." "I know I'm every much a man as Raoul is," Hal said defiantly. Debbie looked at Raoul and then at Charlotte and shrugged her shoulders. "You're so full of it Hal, and you say these absurd things," Debbie said. "It's not absurd," Hal said. He was determined to never give into allowing anyone to think that Raoul was better than he was. "I've seen enough Debbie," Charlotte said. "It's best if you and Raoul let me take care of Hal. I know I can convince him to be respectful to you two and your relationship." So this is Debbie's revenge, Hal thought. She just gets Charlotte to beat me up? Well, as soon as Charlotte is gone I don't care how much she hurts me I'll just go back to my old ways. "Not so simple Hal," Charlotte said as if reading his mind. She turned to Debbie and said, "like we discussed earlier, I think that the only permanent solution here is to create a new equilibrium, one in which Hal gets to experience the truth about himself." Hal wanted desperately to say, "What in the world does that rubbish mean?" but instead he kept his mouth quiet. Needlessly provoking Charlotte seemed like it would be a big mistake. "Would you do that for us?" Debbie said. "That will be so nice." "I'm happy to," Charlotte said. "Just gather some things like we discussed." She then turned to Hal and said, "take me to your room." Surprised by her changing the subject, Hal said, "what?" Charlotte walked up to Hal and he backed up until he reached a wall and couldn't go any further. Charlotte looked into his eyes and in a low voice said, "take me to your room, now." "OK, OK," Hal said and he walked to the stairway and climbed the stairs leading Charlotte to his room. Once inside the room, Charlotte closed the door and said, "Get undressed and I'll be back in a few minutes." "What do you mean?" Hal said. Quick as a wink, Charlotte slapped Hal's face causing him to cry out in pain. Fighting back tears he sat down on his bed and rubbed his cheek. "You hurt me," Hal said. "I'll be back in a few minutes and I expect to see you naked," Charlotte said. Charlotte left and Hal heard her go back downstairs. It was clear that something weird was underfoot. Why would she want him to be undressed? He did as she ordered him since he was in no mood to deal with her psychotic impulses to hurt him. When he was naked Hal got under the covers of his bed and waited. A short while later Charlotte and Debbie entered his bedroom and deposited two large piles of clothing on his bed next to him. Hal could plainly see that they were women's clothes, in fact clothes that he recognized as being Debbie's. Debbie left the room without saying anything and Charlotte said, "these are your new clothes Hal. Bras, panties, girdles, dresses, the whole shebang. You're now going to dress appropriate to who you are and not what you mistakenly think you are." Horrified, Hal said, "You've got to be... I mean I am a man! You know I'm a man." Hal got up from underneath the covers and stood up naked in front of Charlotte and said, "you see that?" pointing to his penis which was in the beginning stages of a boner. Once again Charlotte took a step toward Hal and he quickly fell back onto the bed and held up his hands to protect himself. To his horror he realized that a full boner had now formed and was sticking out from his loins. "As I was saying, you might have a dick which makes you think you're a man competing with Raoul for Debbie, but we all know better and now you're going to know better as well. Debbie and I have decided to make you very pretty, since that's the kind of girl you are. So, what are you going to do about it?" Charlotte said. "I, I, um,..." Hal said. "Just like I thought, Hal," Charlotte said. "Now stand up." Hal got up and stood next to her with his penis fully erect. "I want to see you take possession of your new clothes," Charlotte said. She picked up a pink bra and said, "Whose bra is this?" "Debbie's," Hal said. Before Hal could raise his hand to protect himself Charlotte smacked him on the cheek causing him to cry out in pain. "Ow," he wailed, "why did you do that!" "Don't play dumb Hal," Charlotte said, "now I'll ask you again, who's bra is this?" "It's my bra," Hal said. Charlotte picked up a pink pair of lacy panties and asked Hal, "whose panties are these," "They're my panties, Charlotte," Hal said. "What about this?" Charlotte said holding up a white open bottom girdle with 6 garters dangling from it. "I think it's a girdle, my white girdle," Hal said. "It's an open bottom girdle," Charlotte said. "It's my open bottom girdle," Hal said. Charlotte said, "what else do you see on the bed?" "My dress, my stockings, my blouse, my skirt. I'm not sure what this is, is it a petticoat, is this my petticoat?" Hal said. "No, it's your crinoline Hal," Charlotte said. "Now put your panties on." "Charlotte, I mean seriously, you can't mean that..." Hal said. Charlotte smacked Hal again on the cheek and he once again yelled "ow" and began sobbing for real. Tears came down his cheeks and Charlotte said, "get a tissue Hal and blow your nose." Hal did as she said and then he held the panties up in front of himself and stepped into them and pulled them up his legs. It was weird putting on Debbie's old panties, a pair he recognized from once having seen them in the back of her drawer, and particularly such feminine underwear. When he had the panties on, his boner poked out creating a tent. "I'm wearing the panties now," Hal said. Charlotte stepped back, crossed her arms underneath her breasts and stood squarely facing Hal. He gazed upon Charlotte with anguish trying to frame some words that might cause her to stop this from happening. Hal saw Charlotte take a quick glance at his penis and look away with a smirk. Charlotte picked up the lacy pink bra and handed it to Hal. "Put your bra on." "I've never worn a bra before," Hal said. Ignoring him, Charlotte helped him on with the bra and then handed him breast forms to place in each cup. "I don't know Charlotte, but this doesn't seem ..." He wanted to say "right" but the expression on Charlotte's face made him realize that she was about to smack him again, so he stopped and looked down at the ground and said, "I'm sorry." Charlotte next had Hal put on the white girdle. Charlotte directed Hal to unzip a side zipper and unhook a few hooks and then have Hal step into the girdle, pull it up to his waist and then rehook the clasps and zip the girdle back up. It was snug, close to the point of being uncomfortable, but not painful to wear. The firm material of the girdle had the benefit of finally holding down Hal's boner, so it was no longer pointing straight out, though it showed up as a bulge in the front of the girdle and it caused him pain whenever his penis rhythmically stiffened. Hal had a dim memory of seeing the girdle among Debbie's clothes. "I'll help you on with your stockings," Charlotte said. She took them out a cardboard package and guided Hal as he carefully put them on. Then she had him clip the stockings to the garters. Dressed in a bra, panties, girdle and stockings Hal stood facing Charlotte. "This is your underwear Hal. Every day, every week, every month, every year you'll be wearing a bra, panties, girdle and stockings. Got it?" Hal nodded his head and fought back a new round of tears. Charlotte said, "Now put on your dress." Hal picked up a pink, cotton dress that he remembered Debbie wearing to do house work years ago. He had always thought it made her look particularly sexy. A few times the two of them had made love while she wore it. "Put the dress on over your head and I'll zip up the back," Charlotte said. Hal followed her instructions. The dress was a little snug around his chest, particularly because of the breasts that filled his bra. "Now put your crinoline on underneath the dress to give you some fullness." "Fullness?" Hal said mouthing the word. He wondered why his skirts should show fullness. Hal stepped into the crinoline and pulled it up over his hips underneath the dress. Charlotte helped him straighten out the skirts. "That's a good look for you," Charlotte said. "Turn around." Hal slowly turned. He saw the wide presence of his skirt in his peripheral vision and looked down at his swelling breasts in the somewhat tight-fitting dress. He realized that Charlotte had made him wear the clothing of a little girl who might be going to a party or to Easter mass. "This is good. It'll do for now Hal," Charlotte said, " and now we'll go down and show everyone." "Everyone?" Hal said with some alarm in his voice. "You mean Debbie and Raoul?" "Of course," Charlotte said. "But, Charlotte..." Hal said feeling suddenly exhausted. He sat down on the bed causing the skirts to puff up around his waist. "Get up Hal, we're going down to show you off now," Charlotte said. Hal got to his feet and adjusted his girdle and skirts until he felt they were comfortable. Charlotte handed Hal an old pair of Debbie's shoes and he put them on. They had a low heel and were snug, but he managed to get them on. "How are the shoes?" Charlotte asked. "OK," Hal said, "a little wobbly." "You'll get used to it," Charlotte said, and then led Hal downstairs. *** Every step walking down the stairs Hal felt more and more pained at the thought of Debbie seeing him in her dress. There would be a time after Charlotte was gone and he'd never be able to live it down that he was reduced to being a girl in a dress in a crinoline in front of Debbie. And then there was the awful prospect of Raoul seeing him dressed like this, and under the thumb of Charlotte. Despite everything, he was a man just like Raoul. What he lacked perhaps in strength he was sure that he more than made up in being smart and maybe artistic. At the foot of the stairs he could hear Debbie and Raoul talking in the next room. His stomach knotted up with anger at himself for letting himself be in this position. Suddenly, he realized that he could just run out the front door, a few steps away, to his freedom. He glanced at Charlotte who was looking toward the dining room and Hal suddenly let go of her hand and ran to the front door. "Where do you think you're going" Charlotte snapped. "To freedom!" Hal cried and stepped outside and began running awkwardly in his heels and dress down the front steps and toward the circular driveway that lay in front of the door. His progress was slow and almost comical. He looked over his shoulder and saw Charlotte easily catching up to him. Nearby in the neighbors' yard were a couple of gardeners who stopped to watch the chase. Hal tried to run faster but in an instant Charlotte was upon him. In full view of the gardeners, she grabbed Hal's skirt forcing him to a halt and then slapped him hard in the face. "You nasty little pansy fucker! How dare you run away from me!" Charlotte snapped at him. Hal held up his hands to protect his face and Charlotte lifted up his skirt and crinolines and spanked him several times hard on his bottom. Hal used one hand to protect his bottom and the other to protect his face. "I'm sorry!" Hal wailed with tears gushing down his cheeks. Charlotte grabbed Hal's ear and forced him to walk bent over back toward the house. In front of the gardeners, Charlotte stopped and said to them, "he's a pussy." The two men, laughed and nodded and then shook their heads. Charlotte continued on her way with Hal shuffling along in his heels as fast as he could to ease the pain in his ear and so that he wouldn't fall down. He looked imploringly at the gardeners to somehow save him as Charlotte half dragged him past them. When they got back inside the house Hal dropped down on the floor crying and Debbie and Raoul came running in to see the commotion. "What did you do now Hal?" Debbie said. "He's pathetic," Charlotte said. "He tried to run to his freedom, can you believe it? He's wearing heels, a dress and stockings and he's trying to run down the block." Debbie laughed and Charlotte coldly starred down at Hal. Hal timidly looked up at her and said, "sorry, I'll behave." Her expression made him think that any second she might hit him again and he looked down expecting to receive a blow. "Stand up," Charlotte said and Hal got to his feet. "Hal looks incredible, Charlotte," Debbie said. It looked to Hal that Debbie was suppressing laughter. She walked up to Hal and lightly put her fingers on his protruding breasts and said, "the dress fits you pretty well Hal." She felt his breasts and said, "and my bra fits him. Oh, this is so perfect." Debbie lifted up Hal's skirt and then reached in and lifted up the crinoline, "oh my God, Charlotte, he looks so good in my old girdle and what pretty stockings Hal." Hal's boner was bent down by the girdle and Debbie noticed it and said, "and mark me surprised, look at that boner." Charlotte said, "Before we went upstairs Hal, you said, and I think it's an exact quote: 'I know I'm every much a man as Raoul is.' Now tell us if you still think that that's true." Hal began to sob uncontrollably, and Charlotte said, "Go ahead Hal tell us." Debbie fetched some Kleenex and gave them to Hal who dabbed at his eyes and blew his nose. "No, I don't," Hal said. "Tell us why you're not a man like Raoul," Charlotte said. Hal looked at her and said, "Raoul isn't wearing a dress." "No, he isn't Hal," Charlotte said. "So who's wearing a dress?" Hal said, "I am." "I'm sure Raoul would love to know what else you're wearing," Charlotte said. "You mean my crinoline?" Hal said. "Yes that's true, isn't it Hal. You're wearing a crinoline with your dress. What kind of look do you have with your dress and crinoline?" "It's very full," Hal said. He felt tears coming on again and fought the impulse to cry. "So what else Hal?" Charlotte said. "I'm wearing a bra and panties," Hal said. "Yes, very good Hal. What else?" Charlotte said. "And a girdle and stockings, and I guess I'm wearing a pair of Debbie's heels," Hal said. "Excellent, Hal," Charlotte said. "So how are you dressed?" "I'm dressed like a girl," Hal said. "And who made you dress like a girl?" Charlotte said. "You did, Charlotte," Hal said. "So you're not really a man at all, are you?" Charlotte said. There was a long pause while everyone looked at Hal until finally he said, "I guess not." "Then what are you?" Charlotte said. Hal burst into tears again and sobbed so hard he had to sit down on the sofa. He fell over crying into the cushion with his back heaving up and down as he struggles for breath. "Get up Hal," Charlotte said. After a minute while he struggled to compose himself he got up. "Do you think that Debbie is entitled to be married to a man, if that is what she wants?" Charlotte said. "Yes," Hal said. Debbie said, "I knew it Hal. You see why I have every right to be with Raoul? I want a man. What's wrong in that?" "Nothing, Debbie," Hal said. "I'm glad you finally understand Hal, and I hope that this means that you'll give up the ridiculous idea that you can compete against Raoul as one man to another for my love and affection," Debbie said. Hal didn't say anything and then Debbie added, "I want complete clarity about that." "Yes, Debbie," Hal said. Charlotte intervened saying, "we need to have Hal pay homage to Raoul to show us all that he accepts Raoul's role as Debbie's one and only love." "Homage?" Debbie said. "You know, in medieval times," Charlotte said, "a man gave homage to his lord so that everyone knew that he had declared himself to be a servant to the lord. I think it's a good idea to have Hal pay homage to Raoul by showing him that he'll never again compete against him." Debbie said, "What kind of homage would he have to give?" "I'm thinking paying homage to Raoul's cock," Charlotte laughed. "Seriously?" Debbie said. "Yes," Charlotte said. "What better way to have Hal accept his new role here then to serve Raoul's cock?" "So how is that Hal?" Debbie said. "You pay homage to Raoul's dick and we can start over putting all the vitriol of the last few months behind us." Fighting back a new round of tears, Hal said something incoherent. "So how do we do this?" Debbie asked Charlotte. "First thing is for Raoul to get naked, so Hal can admire his body and get a good view of his cock," Charlotte said. Raoul lowered his pants and boxers and took them off and then took off his shirt. Thus revealed, Raoul was a formidable specimen of manhood. He had many well-developed rippling muscles and large square shoulders. His pubic hair was shaved off clearly revealing, in a relaxed state, what was a considerable male organ. Hal felt overwhelmed by Raoul's body. It was much nicer looking than he had remembered, and it was easy to see why Debbie swooned over it. Raoul's penis particularly alarmed him. He was not used to seeing other men's penises and the stark setting of the large member jutting out without the benefit of pubic hair to soften the image somewhat terrified him. "Hal, get on your knees," Charlotte said. Hal looked at Charlotte hoping to see that she was joking but her look was serious. He wanted to beg her to not force him to do anything with Raoul's cock, but he sensed that one peep of complaint would land himself another slap. Hal collapsed onto the floor at Raoul's feet. "Straighten out your skirts, Hal," Charlotte said and Hal arranged his dress and crinoline into a neat circle around him. "Now get on your knees and face Raoul's dick," she said. Hal got up on his knees and as he turned his face toward Raoul he noticed his powerful bulging calf muscles and then in front of his face was Raoul's partially erect penis. Glancing up at Raoul's face Hal noticed his firm abs, broad chest and large biceps. "Okay, Debbie," Charlotte said, "help Raoul along." Debbie got on her knees next to Hal and used her hand to gently touch Raoul's penis coaxing it to lengthen and harden. "See how big it is Hal," Debbie said smiling. "To tell you the truth I can't get enough of it." Inches away from Hal's face she opened her mouth and put it over Raoul's penis and began sucking on it and licking it. Raoul let out a sharp moan and after a minute Debbie removed her mouth revealing Raoul's now fully erect member sticking out straight as an arrow at a slightly upward angle. "Isn't it just beautiful," Debbie said excitedly. Hal felt crushed to watch his wife sucking Raoul's dick. She seemed crazy in love with it, like it was her favorite dessert. "Now use his dick to anoint Hal," Charlotte said to Debbie and to Hal she added, "bow your head, Hal." Hal lowered his head and Debbie used her hand to guide Raoul's dick as if it were a sword. She tapped each of Hal's shoulders with the penis, and then, laughing, used it to tap each of Hal's cheeks, his nose, eyes and forehead. "Give it a kiss Hal," Debbie said and she held it in front of his lips. Sobbing, Hal, gave the penis a slight kiss. "Now you must anoint Hal with the sacred fluid," Charlotte said. "You're right, Charlotte," Debbie said. She resumed the blow job she had started on Raoul. And now Hal and Charlotte watched as Raoul's big phallus slid easily in and out of Debbie's mouth. As she sucked it went further and further down her throat to the point that she had to gasp for a quick breath each time she pulled her head back. Raoul moaned and the muscles in his thighs and calves tremored with his effort and the intense pleasure he was feeling. As Hal lay on the floor watching the spectacle of Debbie giving Raoul a blow job, he reflected on how his whole life had turned upside down in one day. Where this had been his house and life with Debbie, he was now being ruled by Raoul's ridiculously perfect penis. Everyone wanted him to be a girl, so he wouldn't be able to compete against Raoul man to man. It was Charlotte who was responsible since he was powerless to resist her and so she had pushed him around and hit him and now he was frozen with fear in anticipation of the next blow she might give him. And she loved watching him cower in fear, so she would always keep him afraid of her. And he had this never-ending boner with his poor balls hurting and begging for release. While Hal sobbed lying on the ground at her feet, Charlotte reflected on how thrilling it was to see Hal helplessly facing Raoul's cock. It had made her vagina wet thinking how she had masterminded Hal's homage. He was exactly the kind of man that she liked. A man who cowered in fear at what she did and said. It gave her goose bumps to think of Hal's inability to stand up to her. He could easily be molded into doing whatever she desired, forced to do whatever thrilled her, and knowing that his cock would always be hard, and harder still the more she demanded of him. While Hal might not have Raoul's perfect dick, it had been good enough for Debbie and she guessed that it would be good enough for herself. She just needed the right moment to avail herself of it. All the better while Hal's prick poked up out of his crinolines and girdle. Hal, helpless and pinned to the bed she would have her way with him as long as she wanted. Raoul's biceps bulged as he now forcefully held onto Debbie's head and his hips pumped ever faster until he screamed in orgasm, shooting one pulse of semen into Debbie's mouth. Then Debbie quickly took the orgasming penis out of her mouth and directed the subsequent squirts so the cum landed on Hal's face so that in short order his eyes, nose, forehead and mouth were covered in semen. Debbie laughed and embraced Raoul. "Oh, God, Raoul, I love it!" Debbie said. "Eat the sacred juice, Hal," Charlotte said. Hal opened his mouth and licked his lips tasting Raoul's emission. Then he used his fingers to bring more to his mouth. Debbie exclaimed, "I hereby declare Hal to have paid proper homage to Raoul's penis. He will now forever be within its care and he will forever owe it allegiance as a devoted subject!" Raoul said laughing, "Welcome, vassal, to my cock!" "Congratulations Hal," Charlotte said. "Now you'll be forever subject to his penis, and in return it'll take care of you." While Debbie, Raoul and Charlotte congratulated each other on the ceremony Hal wondered where he could go from here. It all depended on whatever Charlotte had in store for him. Could he just get up and wash his face off? He had no idea if Charlotte would let him. "May I stand up?" he asked Charlotte. Charlotte responded, "Get up Hal and we'll wash the rest of Raoul's cum off your face." Charlotte led him up the stairs to his room and into his bathroom where he washed his face. When he left the bathroom Charlotte said, "sit down on the bed." Hal watched as Charlotte pulled down her pants and yanked off her panties. She pulled her top off over her head and reached behind her back and undid her bra which fell away from her body as her two large breasts fell forward and down. Charlotte picked up her breasts one in each hand and caressed them briefly as if rubbing away the effects of their day long confinement in her bra. When she turned a bit sideways Hal was amazed at how long her nipples were. Definitely a rarity to have such nice nipples on top of such shapely breasts. "Lie back," Charlotte said. "What are you going to do with me?" Hal asked. "What I'm going to do is smack you if you don't lie back," Charlotte said. Hal lay back now and Charlotte lifted up Hal's skirt and crinolines and reached inside Hal's open bottom girdle and finding his panties, pulled them aside so Hal's hard penis popped up and out. "Oh, my God Charlotte!" Hal exclaimed. "I like to fuck pretty girls Hal. You just lie here and I'm going to fuck you," Charlotte said. She then launched her vagina over his dick and wiggled her hips driving his penis inside herself. Then with slowly increasing fury she pounded her hips up and down fucking Hal. As she did this she leaned over Hal, grabbed his flailing arms and pinned them back to either side of his head. Thus helpless, Charlotte took advantage of him. The taste of Raoul was still in Hal's mouth and now Charlotte was having her way with him. In all his years with Debbie he had never seen her as hot as Charlotte appeared. He watched the concentration in Charlotte's face with her teeth gritted and her eyes staring off into space. She was beautiful but there was a steeliness and coldness to her face and he felt that she was just using him. His boner was just a prop for her. Though his pleasure was intense, his balls ached and he knew it would take quite a while before he would climax. Charlotte increased the speed of her thrusting and pushed Hal harder into the mattress. As she approached an orgasm, Hal felt helpless in the face of her powerful thrusting and the force of her hands holding him down. He had the distinct impression that he was the one with the vagina and she was shoving her cock inside him. He wondered how long his "pussy" could hold out against such an assault. Surely, it would be worn out by her effort, but the pleasure he was feeling s