Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2000 02:59:25 -0700 (PDT) From: Selena Anders Subject: Steven Learns a Lesson Some weeks after my first and only boy-slave's arrival, I am relaxing on the toilet as Amanda slides my douche nozzle in and out of my cunt. She is usually wonderfully attentive in this process, using the gushing little cock to bring delight to every bit of my horny vagina. Normally she leans toward me every once in a while to give my clitty a quick lick, which makes me shiver all over. But today she seems distant, performing her task in a graceless and mechanical way. I hook a finger under her chin to lift her face. "What's the matter, my lovely little slut?" I ask her, and she gives me a worried look. "It's Steven. I don't like what's happening to him." Amanda tells me. The years have taught me that disagreements among my sex-slaves always lead to poor fucking, so I encourage the girl to tell me more. "He says he shouldn't be here, that he is becoming a super sex machine, and he should be able to go out and have sex anywhere and anyhow he wants. He says there are lots of women who would let him fuck them, and he doesn't need us any more." I should have seen this coming. Steven has experienced a bit of sexual freedom, and it is natural for him to want more. I think for a bit, then order Amanda to hand me the cordless phone. I poke the buttons of a number I haven't called in a long while. "Hello Shannon! It's Gloria. I need a small favor, and it's worth a few hundred to me... It should only take a couple of days of feeling uncomfortable, then an hour or so on Friday evening... OK? Good! I need for you and your sister to not have a shower or do anything to clean up, so you are really ripe by Friday. That's right. I want you both to be totally disgusting when my new boy Steven walks past your place..." I finish giving instructions to the neighbors who live near the general store. A bit more than 48 hours later I summon Steven, and I notice a distinct swagger as he enters my presence with his perpetual hard-on leading the way. I carefully avoid looking at his young manhood, framed as it is by pink lace garter-belt and stockings. "Steven," I tell him, "We have run out of whipping cream for Crissy to spread on my pussy. I want you to get some regular clothes on and get some from the general store. It's only half a mile, and Crissy will tell you the way." Steven is astonished that I should send him off the estate, and his sense of self-importance is reflected in the happy bouncing of his cock. He grabs the few dollars I hand him and rushes to change into normal clothes for his unusual outing. It is almost a month since he has worn anything but ultra-feminine lingerie. Once he is out the door, my three delightful girls join me, and Crissy asks if I am sure that my plan will work. They all want the softer, more subservient Steven back, instead of the cock-sure bully he has started to become. "You'll see." I tell them, and perhaps the best way to tell the story is to quote Steven's own words when he eventually got home: --------- "I went to the store just like you said, and I was walking home with the quart of cream, when this tall thin lady came staggering out of a big front yard. "Eshcuse me, mishter!" she called to me. She was obviously totally plastered, and I was going to try to go around her, but she got right in front of me. "Eshcuse me," she repeated, "Would you pleash shtick your fingersh up my cunt?" 'Hey lady," I told her. "I think you need to go home." "Home?" she asked as if the idea surprised her. "Ain't nobody at home but my limp-dicked hushband. I need a real man like you to make me cum." The woman had long scraggly hair that looked reddish in the moonlight, and a short black dress that showed her elastic top stockings. Her face looked like she was 40-something, but her body was toned and athletic looking. Well, you didn't say I had to be home right away, so I decided what the hell, and slipped my hand under her dress to grab her pussy. She was hot and dripping wet, with fuck juice saturating her satin panties. "Oooohhh, that feelsh nice!" the woman cooed as she threw her arms around me, mostly to keep from falling over. "I bet you have a nishe big fat dick, not like that no-good hushband of mine. Don'cha, Dick." It was like she thought my name was Dick or Richard or something like that, but I wasn't going to bother correcting a woman whose alcoholic breath almost knocked me out. Partly to get her face away from mine, I told her "You bet, and I'm going to fuck you with it just as soon as you get it out and suck it real nice." I gave her pussy some extra hard rubs, using my middle finger to cram her panties up inside her fuck hole. "Oh, Dickie boy," she breathed as she slid down to her knees and started to fumble with my zipper, "I'm just gonna gobble you right up!" Somehow she managed to undo the fly of my jeans, and pull them down enough to let my cock spring free. My cock-head almost smacked her in the mouth, and she looked up at me, "Ooohh Dick, you're so big!" Without a moment's hesitation she sucked almost my whole tool down her throat. Being drunk out of her mind sure didn't hurt her cock-sucking ability, as she took me so far down her throat that her nose bumped against my pelvis. I grabbed her auburn hair and started to slide in and out of her mouth, fucking her hard and trying to ram my tool even farther down her throat. Suddenly a voice called out from the back yard where this drunk lady had come from. "Sheila! Where are you?" Instantly my drunk woman yanked my cock out of her mouth and reached up to try to indicate to me to be quiet. Unfortunately, in her inebriated state she grabbed my quart carton of cream. She grabbed it so hard it exploded, showering my stomach and her face and shoulders in the thick white contents. I threw the now-useless carton away. "Thash my shishter!" she said with a conspiratorial wink. "She doesn't even have a usheless hushban' like me. She could use a good fuck too!" Somehow my drunk lady managed to climb to her feet, using virtually every part of my body for support. Dragging me by the cock, she pulled me through the gate into her big yard. There we were met by a younger version of my captor, with paler reddish hair but the same lean and stringy figure. "Thish ish Dickie-boy," my woman announced, "an' he'sh gonna fuck me shilly! Arn'cha Dickie boy?" The younger woman looked horrified by the sight of her older sister drenched in what must have looked like a quart of cum all over her. Then she looked down at my erection and said, "Sheila, I don't know where you found him, but I want him after you!" I figured that it was time for me to assert myself, so I told them as I stretched out on my back on the soft grass, "No need to wait! Both of you just pull your panties off and Sheila can have my cock while you," I nodded to Sheila's sister, "can sit on my face. I promise I am an excellent clit-licker!" The two women thought that was a great idea, so I lay down on the thick grass under the full moon, with my cock sticking straight up in the night air. Sheila pulled my pants off, so I was naked from the waist down, and enjoying the cool night air on my balls. Meanwhile Sheila's sister pulled her light cotton dress up over her head, then pushed her cotton panties down her scrawny legs. Sheila didn't even bother to remove her satin thong. She just lifted her skirt, pulled aside the crotch of her underwear, and squatted down; impaling herself on my raging erection. She was hot and she was wet. As she began to bounce up and down on my cock, her cunt gave off constant slopping and glopping noises. I never fucked such a sloppy noisy pussy before! Sister meanwhile imitated Sheila by lowering her hairy twat onto my face. She had the most awful stinking fucking cunt in the world! I started to retch as she mashed that horrible pussy down on my mouth. In desperation, I figured that maybe if I licked her pussy clean, it wouldn't smell so bad. So I attacked the loose lips of her sex with my tongue, sucking and pulling on her pussy lips just like you've been teaching me, as I tried to find her clit amid the putrid folds. Sheila's hot wet cunt felt so wonderful as she frantically rode me up and down, her strong vaginal muscles feeling like they were trying to rip the jism out of my cock. I felt myself about to explode, and that indescribable feeling of having the swelling cum welling up in my cockhead sent me into a madness of lust. But the revolting stench of the sister's drooling pussy kept making me gag, so that I couldn't actually squirt my load into Sheila's hot sopping box. The totally repulsive conditions at my nose were keeping me right at the peak of ecstasy in my cock! I never had the peak of orgasm last so long in my life!" ("You never had the peak of orgasm at all until you got here a few weeks ago." I interjected dryly.) Steven paused and looked at me, then continued, "Finally my tongue managed to probe far enough to sweep across the sister's hard swollen clit, and she came with a great spew of fresh, clean fuck-juice. Oh, the relief from the stench of stale crotch-rot was amazing! It almost washed clean the previous stink. Suddenly my cum erupted from my deliciously aching cock, flooding the wonderful wet grasping vagina that was still bouncing up and down on me. I couldn't believe the blessed relief as Sheila screamed something about cumming, and her cunt muscles rippled up and down my shaft as she went rigid on top of me. Her sister fell away from me to lie on the midnight grass. The sweet night air returned, and I was left with an aching heat in my cock where my cum had built up until the moment of release. But it turned out that Sheila hadn't had enough. She wanted me to suck my cum out of her cunt, so she got up on top of my face, facing my dick in case she wanted to suck it some more. I started to lick up and down her pussy folds just like you told me. Then she told her sister, "Look at his cock! It's still ready for you. You can fuck him with your ass if you want!" The sister perked right up at that, and crawled over on top of me with her back to Sheila, who managed to hold my cock steady while her sister ground her dry ass down over my tool. Oh Mistress, that woman must have been eating nothing but peanuts for days, because the shit inside her ass hole scraped up and down my cock, and it was really painful. Then just as I was sort of getting used to it, Sheila let loose the biggest fart in history, with her ass hole right at my nose. I thought I was going to die. I'm sorry I didn't come back with your whipping cream. Please forgive me. I promise I won't ever fuck anyone without your permission again!" When Steven finished his story, I glanced around at Crissy, Amanda and Toni; my three little female fuck-slaves, and winked.