The end of the first night - none too soon for poor John.

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The Weekend (Continued) 

 Then, unexpectedly, Bill's hands were on the back of John's head. Bill pushed John's head further down, his cock entering John's throat. John started to pull his hands off Bill's cock and balls to push his head back, but hearing a 'You'd better not' from Diane, he stopped. Instead, he put his arms behind his back, clasping his hands together, to keep from pushing away.

Giving in to the enevitable, John took a deep breath. And none too soon. Bill's cock had reached the depth where breathing by John was impossible. And, John's eyes began to water from the envasion. It was all he could do to keep from bringing his arms back around and push away to end the torment.

Ever so slowly Bill pushed his cock deeper and deeper into John's throat. To John it seemed he was going a lot slower than he needed. John was afraid he'd pass out from lack of oxygen way before Bill had his dick fully into his throat. And, john knew that's what the man had in mind. A face fuck, that's wht John remembered it being called. Of course, he'd always imagined it being a woman getting it, not himself.

Just as John felt himself getting faint, he also felt his nose being tickled by Bill's pubic hairs. It felt like Bill's cock head had reached John's stomach. And, his wind pipe felt like it would burst from the girth of the man's member. But, the goal had been reached, surely Bill would pull the giant rod out now.

But, Bill held John's head against his crotch a few more seconds. Just when John felt he could stand it no more, Bill quickly pulled John's head back up to wher eonly the head was still in John's mouth. John took numerous breaths, trying to get oxygen back into his system. Just as John felt better, Bill pushed his head back down. Faster this time, but still slowly. Again stopping when John's nose was in his pubics. And, again he held John's head there, though not quite so long.

The process continued, getting faster with each stroke. Eventually John had the timing of his breathing to where he had sufficient oxygen. And, finally getting used to the invasion of his throat, John brought his hands back to Bills balls, massaging them with more vigor. Eventually the speed had reached a point that John was afraid Bill would break his nose against his crotch. But, somehow Bill seemed to know just when to stop.

Then John felt something different. Bill's cock was throbbing. John could tell because his wind pipe felt stretched more than normal periodically. John was sure this meant Bill was about to cum, finally. Bill shoved John's face down hard, and pulled it back up, again stopping with the head in John's mouth. Almost immediately John's mouth was filled with a hot, sticky, sour liquid - Bill's cum.

Suddenly Bill let go of John's head. And, before John could grab the shooting cock with his hands, it escaped his mouth. John felt the hot juice strike his face from his forehead to his cheek. He quickly grabbed the jumping rod and go the head back to his mouth for the next spurt. His mouth full, John swallowed. The sticky mess seemed to ooze down his throat. And, he found he had to swallow two more times as Bill's cum continued to spirt from his hot cock.

Finally over, Bill leaned back. He seemed quite relaxed, yet his cock still stood at attention. It appeared, if possible, harder and longer, than before. But, that could just be imigination, John thought. John began to scoop the cum from his face when Dianne stopped him.

"Oh no you don't. You couldn't manage to handle a real man's cock, you'll have to wear the outcome," Dianne smiled.

John suddenly realized he felt stickier around his little dickette. That could only man one thing. He'd cum himself!!! He'd actually cum while sucking another man's cock. Well, while his throat was being used as a cunt at least. His mind said all this was wrong, but his body kept saying it was enjoying every moment.

"Well, you missed the 2 12 minutes by almost 2 whole minutes," Dianne commented clinically. "And, you let Bill's cock get away and shoot a load all over your face. Two more infractions. Along with the three you've already committed, that makes five. Looks more and more like we really need that book to keep track.

"Oh, and we can't forget cumming without permission! That's six!!!

"And, would you look at that! Bill wasn't lying when he said he could stay hard after cumming.

"Now, Sissy-Boy, you're going to put Bill's hard cock into your wife's more than ready cunt. And you'll stay close so you can see how a real man satisfys a woman."

"Yes, Mistress."

Dianne moved the bed covers from over her body and Bill, kissing her on the face, neck, and lips positioned himself over her. The sight of a well tuned man hovering over his beautiful wife brought wonder and excitement to John. Yes, his wife was finally going to get the sound fucking a woman like she deserved.

As instructed, John once again took hold of Bill's hot cock. He was becoming more familiar with Bill's cock than his own But, his had been in a cage for months. He gently rubbed Dianne's mound with his other hand. It was obvious she was ready for a big cock. Her lips were engorged, open and moist. There'd b no problem with Bill entering her, short of him being much larger than she was used to.

John brought Bill's cock to Dianne's open cunt. With a single thrust He buried his large member deep in her womanhood. Dianne gave out a gasp and grabbed the large man around the neck. A quiet 'Yes' escaped her lips as he rested before beginning the assault.

And, to John's eyes, an assault it was. Bill pulled his cock out to where only the head was in her cunt and shoved it back in. It amazed John how Bill seemed to know just how far to pull out so only the head remaind inside - whether it was John's Wife's pussy, or John's head!

Over and over and over Bill plunged into Dianne's hot box. As he rode her she raised her legs so he could go even deeper. Again, John was amazed. It seemed to him he had to be hitting the back of her cunt before she raised her legs! Just how much cock could she take?

Both were kissing each other all over their faces, and rubbing each other's bodies. They were fully into the violent love match. But, shortly they changed position, going to doggy style.

"Sissy-Boy," Dianne clled out. "I expect you to thank Bill each time we change position for fucking your wife so soundly. And, of course, you are to position his cock for easy entry. I don't want you to miss a thing!"

"Thank you kind sir for giving my wife th satisfaction I could never give her," John said sweetly as he held Bill's cock at the now wide open entrance of Dianne's love box.

This continued for what seemed hours to John. And, in fact it did end up being about 1 ½ hours. Dianne and Bill finally laid back, spent.

"Sissy-Boy," Dianne whispered. "Your job's not done. We seem to have a bit of a mess here. And, since you're already familiar with the taste of Bill's cum, I'm sure you wouldn't mind licking his cock clean of our love juices, and then licking clean my cunt. And, don't forget to clean the pubic hair area, too."

Bill's cock was limp, but still large to John's eyes. They'd worked some of their love juices into little white balls, and quite a lot of the balls and juices were in both their pubic hairs. John knew from his oral sex with Dianne that licking in that area subjected one to getting the tiny hairs in their throat. But, he supposed he had no choice.

John leaned over the spent man and his spent member. He lifted Bill's flacid cock and began licking on its underside. He lifted the balls, and found some of the juices had dripped into his ass crack. Squinching his nose, John applied his tongue there and licked what he could see. But, on closer inspection he noticed some had actually got to the ass hole itself. Again, he curled up his nose and licked the area clean.

"Better lick a bit deeper. I think some got inside," Bill chuckled.

Unwillingly John poked his tongue into the other man's ass hole. An acrid taste assulted his taste buds. But he persisted. And, going as deep as he dared, he worked his way back up Bill's balls and cock.

Finally, all that was left was the pubic area. With lots of licking and sucking, John finally got the sex juices clear of that area as well. His tonge felt raw and his cheek muscles were sore. But, he still had Dianne to clean.

Meekly John walked to her side of the bed. He had to admit his wife looked absolutely stunning with that afterglow of a good sex session. Something he'd not seen until now. Her crotch was swimming in Bill's cum and her own juices. John realized this would be his supper. He'd not need anything else after consuming all this.

He decided to make sure her cunt was totally clean before chasing the slick liquid anywhere else. He didn't want to inadvertantly give her an infection - he was sure this infraction would cause a pentalty he'd never want to experience. Her pussy lips were open and it was relatively easy for him to get his tongue deep inside, much deeper than he'd ever been.

Once he was satisfied with Dianne's pussy, he began work on her pubic area. It was actually harder than Bill's due partially to her red hair. And, it took some time to get all the little balls sucked out. But, finally, it too was clean.

Lastly he began work on her ass crack and hole. Much more liquid had slipped into her crack than Bill's and some of it had dried. Much had spilled on the sheets. He decided he would clean that last as he knew he'd have to anyway.

Once he had completed cleaning the couple and the sheets below Dianne, John stood, waiting for more instructions. He didn't have long to wait.

"Tell me, Sissy-Boy, how many times did Bill cum while fucking me?" Dianne asked.

"Er, uhh, three times, I think, Mistress," John meekly replied.

"You think? So you don't really know? I expect an answer to that," Dianne sneered.

"No Mistress, I don't really know." John saw another infraction coming. But, no one had told him to keep track. How many would that be 6, no 7.

"Well, any decent Sissy-Boy would keep track of something that important. And, I suppose that means you can't tell me how many times I had an orgasm. Can you Sissy-Boy?"

"No Mistress, I can't." Eight.

"But, I'll bet you can tell me exactly how many time your pathetic peter shot it's drop, can't you?"

"Three times, Mistress." John had been amazed at how his own cockette had stayed hard and shot it's own load. The shorts were totally soaked around his little tent. It wasn't near the mess the couple had made, but for John it was a major accomplishment.

"A husband that can't satisfy his wife, and a sissy-boy that can't do his duties. Isn't there anything you're good at?"

"I..I, no Mistress I guess there isn't." As John answered his eyes begn tearing. And before he finished, his sight was so clouded he lost eye contact with Dianne. Nine, or maybe 10!

"I'll tell you what. You're going ot have plenty of time to practice your sissy-boy skills this weekend. Because I've decided that Bill can spend the weekend with me, if he would like to, that is."

"I'd love to," Bill replied.

"That means you'll sleep on the sofa. Only my lover gets to sleep with me. It also means you'll be dressed as a sissy the entire weekend. That you'll talk in that sissy voice at all times, and that you'll be constantly available to do our bidding. Any questions, Sissy-Boy?"

"Where will I get my sissy clothes, Mistress?"

"For now, I'll pick out some of my older things for you to wear. I think we might take a shopping trip Sunday to get you some of your own things. We'll see."

Dianne grabbed the cock cage and lock from the night stand and handed it to John.

"You put it on yourself. I don't want to touch that nasty area. Then take a hot bubble bath in the common bathroom. Bill and I will wash the sweat off each other in the master bath.

"I expect you to get up at 6 to prepare coffee and a light breakfast for us. I'll have put out something for you to wear on the coat rack in the foyer.

"Oh, you can turn off the dildo and take it out for the night. I expect it, and the bells to be in their proper place when you wake us I the morning. New batteries in the dildo, of course. And, it should be set at low.

"Now get down to your bath. Grab a pillow and blankets rom the hallway closet. We'll see you bright and early in the morning."

Saying nothing, John turned and gingled out of what used to be his and Dianne's bedroom. Even the dildo now turned off.