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August 2002
This is a sexually graphic story with adult 
content. You must be 21 years of age to read. 
The characters in this sexual fantasy story are 
imaginary, and are not a representation, in any 
manner, of any real world person or situation.
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THINGS DIPICTED IN THIS STORY.



TITLE: The Group - PART 2 (Chapters 3 & 4)
BY: Es2c

STORY CONTENT: (TV/TG, MM, Mdom, D/s, Wry Logic)

STORY SUMMARY: This fantasy story depicts experiences of 
Albert, a recent college graduate, who discovered months 
earlier, he had latent attractions to men who are well 
endowed.  He also discovered, with some help, that he finds 
an overwhelming joy from submissively submitting to men 
sexually.  It is a long time neighbor, Mr. Wilson, who has 
acted as a father figure in years past, who caused the 
graduate to discover those latent feelings.  Because of 
Albert's amicable and unassuming nature, Mr. Wilson 
continually mentors the graduate in the ways of sexual 
submission, and nurtures the graduate into having positive 
wholesome feelings about being sissified, submissive, 
subjugated, and dominated by men.  Albert, perceiving that 
it's natural for him to accept the path Mr. Wilson has 
guided him down, willingly slips deeper and deeper into a 
relationship, where Mr. Wilson becomes his dominant 
mentor/master.  In conjunction with other neighborhood men, 
they and Mr. Wilson eventually become known as The Group to 
Albert. Additionally, once Albert's mother discovers her 
less than masculine, soft, weakling of a mollycoddled son's 
situation, she comes to the realization that being a 
dominated sissy is best for him. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story attempts to incorporate the 
erotic tonality from such classics as "The Story Of O" (By 
Pauline Reage) and "Philosophy In The Bedroom" (By DeSade), 
as well as from other writings of Leopole Von Sacher-Masoch 
(Masochism) and DeSade (Sadism). The objective is to fuse 
them into a fantasy story dealing with adult sissification, 
or male feminization, and Male Domination, without any 
extreme violence.  My goal is to glue it all together with 
a rich mixture of explicit and earthy erotic language, 
befitting the TV/TG story genre. 

CAST:
Albert/Alberta's Mother
Albert/Alberta - Son (Graduate)
The Group (Neighborhood Men):
Mr. Wilson
Mr. Mitchell
Mr. Lemson
Mr. Jones
Mr. Hudson



(((((( CHP 3: BECOMING A SHARED SISSY )))))))

	"Did it bother you when Wilson first told you he was 
going to share you with the other men in the neighborhood?"
	"Yes it did.  It actually scared me.  He had me over 
to his house one night while his wife was out of town. He 
had them hiding in an adjoining room.  He timed it for them 
to walk in on us as I was sucking him off.  Of course I was 
so embarrassed and befuddled and turned beet red in the 
face to have the men seeing me on my knees with Mr. Wilson' 
huge cock exhibiting the wetness mark of where my mouth had 
been. Everyone was more at ease about what was going on 
than I was.  They were all laughing at my reaction to being 
caught in the act.  Mr. Wilson not only made me stay where 
I was, but actually guided my mouth back to his rigid dick. 
Not knowing what else to do, I let him guide his big  
member right back between my lips.  
"Don't worry, the little sissy fag will clam down once 
I cream in his mouth.  Go ahead and get undress so y'all 
can get you some of this too.  It won't be much longer 
before I'll be coating his tonsils."  Mr. Wilson said in 
the way of greeting the men. In no time, the newcomers had  
dropped their pants and removed their shorts.  It was very 
apparent they wanted some of the same treatment that I was 
giving Mr. Wilson.  
	"Once the neighbors had their big dicks exposed, they 
flopped in front of them as they moved around the room.  
They all were well hung like Mr. Wilson. Compared to mine, 
I was very intimidated by the size of these four additional 
big penises in the same room.  As Mr. Wilson had 
characterized me earlier, I indeed was a "bird dick" as 
compared to all the men in the room.  However, the strange 
thing was that the more I eyed the men moving around me, my 
intimidation faded into an attraction and a strong desire  
to have each of them in my mouth as Mr. Wilson's cock was 
at the moment.  I wanted to suck them all off.  I couldn't 
help but admire the strange new handsome penises now 
encircling me and the way their owners were holding and 
stroking them. The new men looked at me with an obvious 
lust in their eyes.  Their talk also indicated the same:

"You know Albert, I always thought you looked a little 
sweet and pansy like. Often had thoughts of what it would 
feel like to fuck your mouth."  Spoke Mr. Jones, the 
grocery store manager.

"Yeah, that'd passed my mind on occasion too. Them lips of 
your pout just like pussy lips that need a dick."  Said 
Mr. Mitchell.
 
"Wilson, you did the right thing to get us involved with 
teaching him things a sissy needs to know.  In addition to 
his mouth, he's got a nice shake when he walks too. I'm 
sure we're the right ones to help you out son.  Since 
you're from our  neighborhood, we should get the first 
chance to coat that tongue of yours and stuff that sissy 
pussy-ass crack of yours."  Spoke Mr. Hudson.


	"It then sort of made me feel special that they all 
wanted to stick their swelling dicks in my mouth and give 
me their jism.  Being that I respected them so much and 
that they were such upstanding men in the community, I felt 
a strange sense of acceptance by them since they wanted to 
use me to appease their lust and spurt their jism down my 
throat. I-I hope I'm making sense here mother, that is, in 
trying to tell you how I felt at the time." 
	"You're making perfect sense sweetie. There you were  
thinking that your secret was secure with Wilson.  A secret 
about your new found desires for hard dicks and taste for 
dick cum.  Discoveries that also basically validated that 
you were a pansy pantywaist and an inferior male too.  Then 
all of a sudden you're given the opportunity to be of use 
as a penis pleaser and semen receptacle for some of the 
community's finest gentlemen. No Albert, with such 
outstanding real men coming together and lowering 
themselves to stuff your mouth with their hard dicks, you 
indeed should feel privileged to have your mouth used by 
them to soothe their erections as well as the chance to be 
a vessel for and to digest their ejaculated sperm."
	"Mother you're so articulate.  That's exactly how I 
felt. In addition, since the men insinuated they'd had 
thoughts of doing this to me before I realized I was a 
sissy dick lover, I, uh, well, I felt as though I owed them 
since I'd caused them to have thoughts of me pleasing their 
dicks. Mr. Wilson later told me I was quite correct about 
this.  He applauded me. He let me know that he and the 
other men had stooped very low morally to deal with me, and 
that I should indeed feel honored in appeasing the lust 
that I was responsible for causing in his and their loins, 
even though I wasn't aware of it before.  He told me that 
even though we both knew I was unworthy of being called a 
man since I was a scum sucking faggot, he praised me for 
having virtue to know what is right." 
"Albert, I have to agree with him on that also.  But 
I'm so delighted that you know you have to take 
responsibility for your actions.  Now go on with telling me 
what happened after all the other men had their dicks out 
and waving them at you."  
	"Uh, Okay, well as I was saying, I couldn't help but 
be focused on their handsome tools.  They were all big long  
things and by this time were all swollen and erect.  By 
this time, they had encircled the me where I was kneeling 
between Mr. Wilson's legs. I was surprised, but all my 
fright of being found out by them was gone.  I had a desire 
to do exactly as they desired of me.  I wanted to suck on 
these new dicks and taste their gooey jism. I wanted to 
appease  their lusty desires as well as give them the 
opportunity  to use my mouth.  I proceeded to finish up 
Mr. Wilson as he directed me too.  The men all applauded me 
as I gathered Mr. Wilson's ejaculating jism.  I didn't miss 
a drop as I gulped every down every drop of his hot slimy 
discharge.  
" "Look at his Adam's Apple bob up and down.  He must 
really love that dick scum slop the way he's guzzling it 
down."  Mr. Lemson said.  "Yeah, he's a pansy fag 
allright", Mr. Mitchell replied.  "Yeah and he milks better 
than any bitch that's done me", Mr. Wilson added as I 
entered the post orgasmic, soft suckling milking stage of 
blowing his dick.
"I was pleased at Mr. Wilson's compliment.  However, 
as I continued my oral actions, Mr. Wilson told the group 
that he'd trained me well as to how please dicks and balls.  
After a few moments more, and at the urgings of the other 
men, Mr. Wilson motioned for me to stop suckling his 
softening dick.  They were anxious to take his place and 
have me do for them what I'd done for him.
" "Well Alberta, where are your manners. Don't forget 
them just because we have company", Mr. Wilson said as I 
looked up slightly up at him and at the dicks of the other 
men.  I was trying to avoid their faces. I knew what he 
wanted of me.  I didn't want to do it.  I was still ashamed 
at being found out by my other neighborhood men, even 
though I wanted to suck them all off.  Those are the kinds 
of contradictory feelings I was experiencing mother."
"As I told you dear, it was perfectly normal for you 
to be somewhat confused then.  It's good that the men kept 
you thinking straight.  Now honey continue with what you 
were saying.  What did Wilson want of you?"
"He had taught me to always thank him for letting me 
suck him off.  The only thing was that I'd never done it in 
front of others before.  However, he kept after me until I 
did so.  I was really beet red in the face as the room 
became silent.  Everyone heard my soft utterances of "Thank 
you Sir.  T-Thank you for letting me suck you out and eat 
your cum."  The laughter of the other men made me even more 
flushed in the face.
"Now, the others were quite all primed to use my mouth 
after seeing all that went on before them.  Every one of 
their large manly tools were taunt and very rigid.  There 
were big drops of glistening pre-cum at the opening of each 
of the men's pinkish colored, blood gorged dick heads.
"Even though I knew I was being abjectly humiliated by 
Mr. Wilson, I still had no will to resist doing what he and 
the others expected of me.  My wanton effeminate desires 
were ruling me.  I was theirs to use and they knew it."
"Albert, Sweetie, Mr. Wilson was right.  You were too 
hard on yourself back then. If you'd just accepted sooner 
that you were simply inadequate as a man, but ideally 
suited to be treated like the pussy you are, you would've 
experienced so much less apprehension and confusion."
"You're so correct mother.  Now I know better."
"Good.  Now go on, tell me what happened next."
"Well, Mr. Jones was determined to get his dick in my 
mouth first, as he claimed he was going to lose his load if 
he didn't stick it in me right away.  He won out as 
Mr. Wilson gave him the go ahead.  I could see 
disappointment on Mr. Mitchell's face. He was next to me 
and had indicated to the others that he was next after Mr. 
Wilson.  However,  he didn't say anymore but just waited 
his turn to get off in my mouth.  I responded to Mr. Jones' 
concern as I quickly engulfed his shiny dick head and 
covered as much of his stiff shaft as I could with my jaws.  
As I did so, I closed my eyes in ecstasy as I broke another 
milestone by sucking on my second ever dick. 
"However, mother, that first experience with the group 
of men made me feel more important than I ever have before.  
The fact that they all were anxious to get something I had 
to offer really elated me, and sort of made me experience a 
strange sense of pride.  I was ashamed of it at the time, 
but it made me feel good to be of use to them that way."
"That's exactly what I mean by the inner conflict in 
you Albert.  If you had just embraced and accepted your 
femininity without a fight sooner, much of your earlier 
consternation and self-indignation would have subsided 
sooner."
"Again, now I see your point, but as you and Mr. 
Wilson have both told me, I have indeed come a long way 
with my sissification."
"Yes you have darling, but pray tell me what happened 
next with the Mr. Jones and the other who were standing 
around with straining throbbing pre-cum leaking dicks."
"That's a very accurate description too mother, for it 
was just as you described.  Well I soon got Mr. Jones off.  
It didn't take long because he was close to getting off.  
His heavy dick goo was very warm and viscous.  There was a 
lot of it too.  But nevertheless, the taste was quite good.  
I didn't milk him long and barely got time to thank him for 
the opportunity of sucking him before Mr. Mitchell quickly 
pushed his hard meat in my open mouth.  He was urgent in 
his effort to use my mouth.  For some strange reason, I 
liked his stronger, but gentle movements between my lips as 
I sucked him.  It also didn't take him long to get off 
either, but I did get a chance to milk him longer than
Mr. Jones and also to fully thank him also.   I continued 
kneeling and sucked Mr. Lemson and then Mr.Hudson off.  As 
before, the other men cheered and shouted  words of 
encouragement me as I slobbering and slurped on inch after 
inch of hard dick meat and even louder when I swallowed the 
rich creamy output jetting up out of each man's dick."
	"Albert, were they satisfied with just one go round 
with you?"
	"I was about to mention that.  No they weren't.  I 
ended up giving another round of blowjobs before the 
evening was over.  By this second time around, I felt so 
much better about them knowing my secret.  I even believe 
my "Thank You's" were more heartfelt and sincere.  Each of 
them also responded more affectionately to my thanks and 
let me know they planned to come back to use me again.  It 
was Mr. Lemson  who sort of led the group's response.  He 
told me: "Yeah fag, that suck job was good.  You can count 
on us coming back to cool our dicks off in your pansy pussy 
mouth."  The others concurred with him by speaking similar 
sentiments.  As They were leaving, it was Mr. Hudson who 
said: "Wilson, if it's okay with you, maybe we oughta pull 
a fucking train on the little he-bitch as well as fucking 
his pussy face."  Mr. Wilson responded so quickly, it 
caught me by surprise.  He replied "Sounds good to me.  I'm 
just getting his tight pussy trained for fucking.  Don't 
worry, he'll be ready for your dicks".  The men just 
chuckled as they left. 
"Overall mother, it really made me feel good that they 
thought I was good enough to be of future use to them - not 
only to use my mouth for their dicks, but also to pull a 
train on my pussy-ass too."
	"I can see why you would feel that way sweetie.  What 
happened next with you and Wilson?"
"Mr. Wilson and I talked about several things after 
the men had departed. For one thing, he wanted me to 
describe how I found the taste of the abundant loads of new 
and strange hot sperm I'd swallowed. He thought it would do 
me good to talk with him about this."
"Was it easy for you to discuss dear?"
"At the time, I was still a bit shy at doing so even 
though I had been filled with 10 full loads of the stuff in 
the past few hours.  I really didn't realize how full I was 
until I thought about the fact that I wasn't hungry. The 
only thing I had eaten that evening was the creamy semen 
from the five men's dicks."
"I guess you could say you dined on "Cream of Dick".  
Hee! Hee! Hee!"
"Very funny mother, even though I guess your 
description was accurate."
"I couldn't help the pun sweetie.  Please go on."
"Well, as he got me to talking about each time I 
tasted each of the new men's jism, it became gradually 
easier for me be very candid and matter-of-fact about it 
all. Doing as he wanted made me less ashamed and more at 
ease at all that had happened to me.  He said it was good 
therapy for me. I ended up having to agree with him. The 
more I talked about having been an eager and very receptive 
dumping port for 10 loads of hot dick cum, I felt not only 
a cozy sense of achievement, but serene sense of well 
being."
"So my sissy son, I guess it's very safe to say that 
sucking dicks and guzzling down several loads of men's 
scummy cum agrees with you?"
"Yes mother it does, very well.  I love the slimy, 
creamy aftertaste and syrupy film that remains after 
swallowing a load of semen. After a man pulls his dick from 
between my lips after flooding my mouth, they often look at 
me in disgust as I smack my lips as I slurp down any 
remaining jism goo clinging to my lips, tongue, roof of my 
mouth, and gums.  Mr. Wilson says I look very happy, even 
radiant, at these moments. He's helped me understand why 
men react the way they do to my actions.  And just like he 
said, even though they may think I'm a lowlife for feasting 
on their dick scum, they'll gladly bring me more when the 
need arises in their balls."
"Hee! Hee! I know you're thankful for that."
"I sure am mother.  Just like I am that men love me 
licking and lapping on their balls too.  They look at me 
with surprise as I delight in deliberately and slowly 
running my tongue and lips over their soft hairy sacs, but 
they never stop me, only grant me full and open access to 
their big balls and delight in my affectionate treatment to 
their nuts."
"This can only make you more popular with and endear 
you to the men who adore the lovely way you tend to their 
horny lusty needs."
"I like to think so too mother.  They certainly seem 
to like me using my mouth to nuzzle in their crotches to 
make them feel good."
"I'm certain they do.  But please go on with what else 
you and Mr. Wilson talked about."
"Oh yes.  We talked about my taste for cum a bit more.  
I of course had compared the new jism tastes to that of his 
jism, several times.  I remembered some minor difference 
between each man's spend, but the only common thing was 
that I could attest to was that I found each of the copious 
loads of hot, sticky, slimy, rich fluids delicious.  As 
I've mentioned before, I love the way it coats my tongue 
and the interior of my mouth.  I often had to take sips of 
a drink, after sucking each dick, to keep my mouth from 
becoming gummy and muckish from all that frothy, gluey, but 
very tasty man cream."
"I can see you love your dick cum sweetie, but please 
continue dear.  This is all so much more interesting than I 
ever imagined it would be.  It is good that Mr. Wilson had 
the foresight to draw you out from your mama's boy's shell 
and help you develop into the sissy woman you are now." 
"Yes, I must give him credit too.  I've never been 
happier.  Well to go on with what happened next.  Well, 
after Mr. Wilson was satisfied that his therapy had the 
desired effect, namely to make feel more open and delighted   
at my sweet tooth for jism, as well as having a gang suck 
pulled on me.  After that topic, he made me brush my teeth 
and use mouthwash, as he got tired of the strong smell of 
dick and semen on my breath.  "You smell like a fucking 
pussy-mouth gutter fag who's blown a boat load of sailors."  
He said as I went to freshen up my "pussy-mouth".  I found 
his comment flattering as I gleefully waltzed off to do as 
he commanded.  When I returned, I brought up the subject of 
his not asking my permission to share me with other men.  I 
knew it was a moot point at the time, but the more I 
thought about it, he should've at least given me a hint."
"Did you really think he had to get your consent dear?  
After all, by your own admission earlier, because you're a 
faggot cocksucker, you agreed he was superior to you both 
as a man and a human being.  Does a king ask permission of 
a peasant?"
"You're right mother, I was very naive at the time. He 
made it crystal clear to me that my consent was not needed 
for him to share me with the others. He made me feel mixed 
up, downtrodden, and insignificant about not having a say 
so in his decision. However, he reaffirmed that I had 
committed to being his obedient sissy woman, so if he 
ordered me to give myself to them, I was expected to obey. 
I couldn't fault his logic. As he talked on, he was even 
more convincing that it was the best thing for him to make 
all the decisions since he was a real man, more mature and 
much wiser about me being a sissy than I was.  Anyway, I 
eventually concurred with him that the meeting with the 
other neighborhood men had been a very positive experience, 
for both them and me. In the end, all I could do was agree 
with Mr. Wilson and accept that it was proper for me to 
obey him without question.  I also accepted that I was 
then, and now, basically in sexual servitude, and to be 
used by him and the other neighborhood men at their 
discretion.  It was very odd, but the more I thought of 
being a sort of "kept sissy" and that I'd been manipulated 
into surrendering myself into sexual enslavement for the 
pleasure of five men, a strange feeling swept over me.  It 
was a pleasant, not a negative, feeling of capitulation and 
resignation.  Mr. Wilson told me I had to obey them.  A 
part of my mind also told me I had to obey. It seemed to 
tell the rest of me that my submission and servitude to 
these men was important. It told me that their will should 
be my desire.  It told me that I should respond to their 
strength with admiration and submission. It told me I 
should respond to their masculinity with femininity on my 
part. It told me I should respond to their superiority with 
courageous expressions of my natural inferiority. After 
thinking of all this mother, in the end, I experienced a 
sensation of peace and contentment about myself in this 
role of subjugation."
"That is so enlightening Alberta." His mother replied.
"Mr. Wilson said something too about me having reached 
a state of self enlightenment when I told him about my 
experience.  He hugged me and said:

 "Alberta, it's a wonderful state of mind when a person 
realizes the reality about oneself.  You have, through 
enlightened self-reasoning, come to the conclusion that you 
are worthless as a man, but have purpose, function and 
utility as a sissy faggot, when given proper guidance. Who 
better to give you that guidance  than me and the other 
neighborhood men who know you the best.  Nature has 
equipped you for this calling in life. You have simply 
discovered that you no longer want to refuse Nature's 
call."


"Wilson certainly has a way with words.  Did you feel 
any despair because of them?"
"On the contrary mother, I accepted his statement as a 
revelation.  He went on to tell me things that I felt, but 
had never revealed to him. This is what he said:

"Alberta, when you're on your knees before me and I present 
you with my swollen aching throbbing dick, I can see the 
delight in your eyes at such an opportunity to submit, 
serve, and suck. An opportunity to show your true worth, 
that is, as a sissy fag. An opportunity to demonstrate your 
cocksucking and ball lapping skills.  An opportunity to 
show others you're in your element and where you're most 
comfortable at, that is, at the feet of a real man and on 
the end of a real man's hard dick.  I see the look on your 
face.  It's a look of anticipation and anxiety to please me 
and provide pleasure with your tongue lips and the warm 
wetness of your mouth. I see the supreme joy you get from 
flitting your tongue tip in my pee slit as you hungrily lap 
up the drop of swelling pre-cum forming there. I watch you 
continually lapping my dick head until you've coated it 
with the wetness from your drooling tongue and finally cap 
the top of my dick as your mouth engulf my shiny bloated 
dick head. You do all this with dignity and pride, as you 
happily and nosily slobber and slurp on my erect manhood.  
When you receive the fruits of your oral labor, namely my 
load of hot slimy jism, it's so apparent you feel 
accomplished. The look of pride on your face tells me you 
feel so useful and needed, even if it's just as a 
receptacle for my hard dick, and a place for me and other 
men to shoot off their cum in.  In essence, you know now 
you are somebody with a purpose and meaning in life as you 
proudly smack your lips and savor the taste of my creamy 
slimy sperm coating the interior of your mouth and throat."

"So you never told him before you had all that bottled 
up in your mind?"
"No I hadn't mother, he said he saw all that in my 
eyes and body language each time I knelt and sucked his 
stiff dick."	
"You are somewhat transparent dear.  I know I could 
always tell when you were lying to me when you were a teen.  
Well, was he on target with his descriptions?"
"It's scary mother, but I have to confess. He was 
correct, down to the last detail he articulated.  Mr. 
Wilson, typically sits down while I kneel to suck him off.  
When I drop to my knees before his parted muscular thighs, 
and legs, hairy crotch and looming manhood jutting up, I 
can't help but admire and feel wonderfully overwhelmed at 
his beautiful masculinity spread before me. I don't know if 
you understand what I'm saying here mother, but I also feel 
a strong sense of inferiority at the same time, which 
drives me to feeling very comfortable being submissive as I 
pay sexual homage to him.  It's the same way with other men 
who are well endowed too."
"Alberta sweetie, yes I do know where you're coming 
from.  The woman in you is simply responding to the 
masculinity before you.  You said you were attracted to 
well endowed men, hence your feelings.  It's a very natural 
response for a sissy fag.  And as far as your feeling so 
inadequate in reference to such masculinity, well the mere 
fact you were on your knees with your head in the man's 
crotch and handling and licking his dick answers that. I'm 
proud that you feel joy and pride doing your duty to men's 
dicks, but nevertheless, to them, you're still a lowly 
cocksucking sissy faggot. Feeling submissive, subordinate, 
and worthless as a man, as Mr. Wilson has told you, is just 
Nature's way of helping you be a better sissy. Understand?"
"I didn't quite think of it that way before, but yes 
what you're saying makes so much sense.  Thank you mother."
"You're welcome dear, now continue telling me more 
about Mr. Wilson being on target about you."
"Okay, well, uh, oh yes, as Mr. Wilson said I did, I  
indeed did always feel awed and very honored as I begin to 
handle and administer to his genitals with my soft small 
hands, moist lips and flitting tongue. It's a superb 
feeling for me to pay homage to him this way, and the other 
men too for that matter, as I perform my sissy faggot 
duties.  He was so correct.  I do feel a strong sense of 
dignity, respect and pride in what I do for him, and the 
other men, when my mouth is stuffed with their dicks. I 
love the utter sheer joy of when he and the other men 
ejaculate their hot seed in me.  It's a magical moment when 
the first spurt of hot jism hits the inside of my mouth, 
because I know at that moment I'm most needed and useful to 
him and other men.  It's at that moment that I become a 
recipient for his masculine essence, his hot sperm.  I see 
my receipt of his spurted creamy gooey man spend as 
validation of my womanly role and function for him in 
response to his manly need. A function, as he so correctly 
stated, that does seem to give my life focus, purpose and 
meaning.  Additionally, it gives me the utmost pleasure as 
I willingly perform this act for men."
	"Now sweetie, that is a profound statement, that 
is very articulate.  You have every right to be proud of 
expressing yourself so well." 
"Thank you mother.  I must admit at the time, the 
entire experience was a valuable lesson for me.  I'll never 
forget one of the things he told me. He said: 

"Alberta, you must remember, when you're in a group of men 
and they know you're a cocksucker, they just want you to 
suck them off too.  All that matters to them is you 
wrapping your lips around their dicks and doing what you're 
suppose to do.  That's the respect they're looking for from 
you. You giving them head and them getting their nuts in 
your mouth is what's important.  Remember, they're men and 
you're just a set of fleshy holes for their dick scum. 
Albert, I'm doing you a favor by exposing and sharing you 
with other men.  You may not fully understand it yet, but 
you need men, not one man, to help you be totally happy 
with yourself. You'll discover that a sissy needs men even 
if he has one man that cares about him."


	"What he told me in that one conversation was so true, 
for even I was surprised at how easily and quickly I 
adapted to being the devoted cocksucking sissy for 
him as well as the 4 other men he decided to share me with.
	"Mr. Wilson and the men rented an apartment for us to 
meet at for their sexual liaisons and use of me.  It was 
also my responsibility to keep the place clean in addition 
to my being the group's sissy.  I didn't mind, because as 
you know mother, I'm very good at doing domestic work."
	"You took to it very early.  At 13, you could cook, 
clean house, iron and do laundry better than many 
housewives do.  And yes, you do it very well.  It was from 
your desire to do women's work that made me have suspicions 
that you might be leaning toward sissyhood, dear Alberta, 
rather than manhood, when you grew up.  However, don't 
think I'm disappointed because you're not manly.  I'm not.  
I'm just glad you're so happy with being a sissy and 
pleasing men's needs."
	"Thank you mom.  And yes, with me working with my two 
dearest passions, that is hard dicks and domestic 
housework, I was very happy being the group's maid and 
sissy concubine. It does me a world of good serving the 
group of men in  these roles.  I saw this as another aspect 
of Mr. Wilson's wisdom when he told me that a sissy needs 
men even if he has a man."
	"Yes, apparently he is wise dear and so are you for 
doing as he tells you."
	"Yes I feel the same way too.  I look upon him as the 
alpha male and my man, even though I'm serviced by and obey 
the other men too."

(((((((((( CHP 4: LIFE AS A SISSY SERVING FIVE MEN )))))))

	"So you were like a cow being serviced by 5 bulls.  
Hee! Hee!"
	"I never thought of it that way mother, but your 
comparison is fairly correct."
	"Wilson told me about the apartment, but you'd moved 
out of the dorm and in to it by the time he informed me.  
As best I can tell, you'd been a concubine to your five men 
for almost a year by the time I was told of your lifestyle 
change."
	"If Mr. Wilson told you 6 months ago, that's about 
right mother, because I was in the apartment for 18 months 
until I recently graduated."
	"So sweetie, how was 18 months of apartment living as 
being the little woman for 5 virile men?"
	"It really did me good mother.  Mr. Wilson or one of 
the others were always dropping by unannounced to check on 
me, to see that I was doing my domestic chores and school 
work, and of course to have sex with me.  If they were in 
need, I had to stop whatever I was doing and get them off.  
This was my top priority at all times.  At first, it seemed 
that there was not enough time to do all I had to do for 
them, but as time went on, I was able to efficiently manage 
my time and do what was demanded of me by them, as well as 
do well in college too."
	"That's so wonderful dear."
"The Group also started me wearing more feminine 
attire around the apartment.  They even had me wearing a 
maid's uniform, which I really got to be quite comfortable 
in."
"I think a maid's uniform does look good on you. In 
one of the pictures Wilson showed me, you were dressed in 
it.  In it you were kneeling and apparently had just 
finished giving one of the men juicy head because there was 
a ropy strand of jism between your mouth and the dick in 
front of you."
"Oh I think I remember when that was taken too.  I 
believe that was when I'd just finished swallowing a load 
of Mr. Hudson's cum.  Thank you mother, I also felt that it 
was fitting for me to wear it too, as I went about my 
duties of taking care of the house and the men.  I just 
loved the large pinafore, whether it's gravy splatter or 
cum drop splatter, it was so handy to be wearing that 
apron."
	"Sweetie, you certainly looked the part of being an 
efficient sissy maid."
	"I believe the experience of being sissified under the 
supervision and control of 5 caring, but stern and lusty 
men, made me a better person.  I say that because they not 
only re-structured my lifestyle and helped me developed my 
strengths as a sissy, but also rewarded me with good sex 
too."
	"I guess their 5 dicks were in you more than you 
wanted."
	"Oh, I don't know about that mother.  When all 5 of 
them would gang up on me at one time to bang me, yes, they 
would tire me out occasionally.  However, even then, it was 
a very wonderful kind of tiredness.  It really pleased me 
to be, as you say, a "cow" for all those bulls.  One of my 
greatest pleasures was in being surprised by one of the men 
when they would drop by unannounced and needed, or wanted, 
their dicks sucked.  To my delight, this happened rather 
often.  As I've already said many times in our talking,  
I'm a consummate cocksucker.  Giving my men some emergency 
mouth pussy, makes me feel so complete and whole, not only 
as a sissy, but as a person.  It seems that every time I 
did that for each of them, their hot nut cream was even 
tastier.  It really made my day to have their hot creamy  
jism gusher in my mouth and coat my tongue as I'm 
swallowing it all.  To my joy, they always seem to shoot so 
much of it too. Many times, the men don't stay, they're 
gone in a flash, but what they leave behind in me, or 
rather in my tummy, makes me feel oh so good for a long 
time.  Some times, some or all of them will come by on the 
same day for quickie head.  It's not as frequent as when 
they want me for head, but if they want a piece of ass, it 
doesn't take me long to douche and freshen up my pussy for 
their hot hard dicks.  A quickie fuck is even more 
delightful and satisfying if the men have time to do me 
that way. There have been several times where they demand a 
blowjob, sort of as an appetizer, that is to reduce their 
sexual anxiety, as I prepare myself for intercourse. There 
is nothing better than one of them taking his time to put 
his hard man meat with a good slow fucking.  It's so 
enchanting to be under these men, who as you know all are 
of much larger build, than I, and to feel their moans and 
sighs of pleasure as they thrust themselves with abandon 
into my much smaller body as they appease their lust. I 
just love them doing me missionary style.  You know, with 
my legs parted and high up in the air.  It makes me feel so 
womanly too.  Besides, in this position, I'm facing them 
face to face and can embrace and kiss them  as they thrust 
and penetrate me so lustily.  It's such a sweet feeling to 
feel their fullness in me while I whisper sensuous words of 
encouragement as they drive on in their quest to shoot off 
their seed in me.  Just knowing the man could've been 
giving his wife this joyous pleasure instead of little old 
sissy me, really adds to my emotional esteem, as well as my 
sexual fulfillment too."
	"Sweetie, attaining a feeling of being whole is 
extremely important psychologically.  In your case, this is 
proof positive that you are needed and useful to these men. 
So since them dropping by to use you as a walking sperm 
dump or sucking scumbag is good for both you and the men.  
It's good they often need to use your mouth and ass 
pussies."
	"It's funny you use that word.  Mr. Lemsom and Mr. 
Hudson always seem to like calling me that too - that is, 
their little sissy scumbag.  I find it very affectionate 
for them to say that to me after I've been fucked or I've 
sucked out their load, and am milking their softening dick.  
I love the feel of the men's warm copious scummy contents 
in me.  It's a part of them in me.  That is so special for 
me."
	"Yes, my dear sweetie pie son, you're so right, it is 
special."
	"Another thing I adore is the sight of several or all 
of them there at once walking around wearing a robe or 
simply with nothing on below the waist.  Their big manly 
tools are on display and really add to the atmosphere of 
the apartment.  It does wonders for me to have all those 
flopping and swinging dicks around me.  It just makes me 
feel good to be around them.
	"Mother, I love everything about being around the 
group, even when they scold and punish me, because even 
then, they're showing their care and concern for me.  Sure, 
one might say I've surrendered my will to their custody.  
However, I like to think I have invested it with them.  For 
you see, they've shown me time and time again, that it's 
for the best that I obey them fully as well as remain under 
their control, dominion and guidance.  I feel cared for and 
protected by them too.  They make all the decisions and 
that suites me fine too.  Actually, it gives me a feeling 
of great freedom to be governed by them, since in this way, 
I can't make any decisions that I can be blamed for.  I can 
only make mistakes in failing to carry out decisions they 
have made for me. When I do make mistakes, the men in the 
Group will quickly correct me through scolding or 
punishment so that I don't repeat them again."
	"Do you truly feel comfortable having them 
disciplining and punishing you as they do?"
	"Oh yes mother, I do, I really do.  Not only do I feel 
untroubled with them chastising and disciplining me, 
they've convinced me it's their responsibility because 
they're concerned about my well being as a sissy. They've 
demonstrated that I need their masculine oversight, 
direction, and firm rule. They're really good to me, and I 
believe, for me too."
	"So you feel good about surrendering, uh, or investing 
your free will with them, to determine what's best for you, 
or act in your best interest?"
	"Yes ma'am, very good about it all.   Earlier in my 
relationship with these men, I was somewhat concerned in a 
few instances about them running roughshod over me and 
manipulating me into being their slavish sissy slut.  
However, now, almost 2 years later, there is no doubt in my 
mind that Mr. Wilson and the Group have done the right 
things for me. Over this time, after being with these fine 
men and knowing them better than I ever did before, I know 
that I'm truly so much more inferior than they are and see 
that I can only benefit from their supervision and 
direction. By being in servitude to them and obeying them 
closely, it can only help me achieve the respect I need as 
a sissy.  Respect that I see only comes from being under 
the management of such men.  Besides, they've also proved 
to me that I'm more comfortable following orders than 
trying to make even the smallest of my own decisions.  
Overall mother, I know it's probably not the best for 
others, but I've concluded that it's best for me to accept 
my position of enslavement to the group. I have committed 
myself to their happiness, and it makes them happy for me 
to be subjugated to them in the manner I am. And not only 
am I happy about my subservience to the Group, it's really 
been a privilege to serve them and be under their 
authority." 
	"Alberta, it thrills me that you're spoken so strong 
and confidently about your obedience, commitment, and 
subjugation to the Group.  It shows me that you've matured 
even as a mama's boy, not to mention as a grown up, 
experienced sissy slut, that knows what he wants and needs. 
I have to agree, it can only be goodness for you to be 
protected by the Group, as well as in servitude to them for 
the supervision, guidance, training and sexual pleasure 
they can give you."
	"Thank you for being so understanding mother.  I know 
you're concerned about some of the spankings and whippings 
they've given me.  Please don't be.  The men have never  
punished me in ways I couldn't endure or didn't deserve to 
be treated.  They care for me. In each past situation when 
they've punished me, they've satisfied me that what they 
did was right. I feel confident that any future punishment 
they give me will be appropriate as well as deserved by 
me."
	"Dear, I can't help but feel better about you being 
punished after hearing you defend them spanking and 
whipping you.  As long as you know it's good for you and 
that the men exercise due restraint, I'll abide by your 
wishes not to be concerned."
	"Thank you mother, I appreciate that.  It makes me 
feel good that you're concerned, but the men have also 
assured me they too are concerned about my well being too."
	"Wilson and the others also have expressed the same to 
me, but I wanted to make sure I got your side of the story 
too.  I do feel much better about things now."
	"I'm so glad you do mother.  Through their guidance 
and discipline, the Group has defined what is appropriate 
behavior for me and the limits of my behavior.  By doing 
so, they really have helped me deal with my sissy nature in 
a way that only men who care about me could."
	"I'm so relieved that your being a pansy was 
discovered by Wilson, and that he has been assisted by 
others who have great concern for you as they guide and 
nurture you as to how to become a proper, respectful, 
unpretentious, but meek arousing sissy woman for men.  And 
a sissy woman that knows her place too, I might add." 
	"You're so right mother.  Other men could've easily 
taken advantage of me being that I was so vulnerable at 
that point.  Mr. Wilson and the other men have given me 
what I needed and when I needed it.  I sincerely believe 
that only by them, as caring individuals, taking me under 
their wings and forcing themselves on me as they educated 
me in the ways of sexual submission; unquestioning 
obedience; and acceptance of my unworthiness from society's 
perspective, have things turned out so well for me.  I 
really have to be thankful for them condescending to guide 
and train me, a lowly scum bag sissy, who loves to eat 
men's hot slimy ejaculate and enjoys the feel of hard dick 
meat in me."
	"Yes sweetie, I see your point.  You do owe them."
	"Yes I do mother, that's why I'm very comfortable with 
the Group being my benevolent overseer, decision makers, 
rulers, and of course being real men to me where it counts 
- that is, when they push their dicks in me.  I love all 
the men in the group.  They've been so wonderful to me.  
I've learned to cook all their favorite dishes, so when 
they come to see me, they leave not only with a satisfied 
dick, but also having eaten their favorite meal too.  It 
does me good to be the woman to them that even their own 
wives can't be."
	"What do you mean by that sweetie?"
	"Well for one thing, none of their wives get the ultra 
pleasure from sucking their husband's dicks, not to mention 
licking and tonguing their balls, as I do.  Many of the 
wives see cocksucking as a necessary evil to foreplay, not 
as a truly pleasurable act in itself. Secondly I'm much 
more appreciative of the men sticking their dicks in me 
than their wives usually are. 
"The men have all told me the same story in one way or 
another.  Sure, their wives put out.  But so often their 
attitude lacks enthusiasm and excitement as they engage in 
intercourse.  The men all have told me that with me, it 
seems I seem to cherish each time they poke me, which I do, 
and seem so appreciative afterwards, which I am.  One of my 
favorite ways to show that is to slowly suckle the last 
dribbles and dregs that seep from the man's dick after he 
fucks me.  Don't worry mother, between the douche I use and 
me wiping off their wet dicks, it's safe.  But I can tell 
such a simple gesture of appreciation makes them understand 
that what they do for me is special to me.
	"I can see that the men would relish your thanking 
them in this manner.  And what you said about their wives 
is very interesting."
"Speaking of that, the men say that with me doing  
what their wives would consider freaky, or out of the norm 
stuff, it helps them as husband give their wives the 
straight sex they are satisfied with, while using me as 
their freak fuck."
	"That's very interesting, and very intriguing 
sweetie."
	"One thing about my relationship with the men in the 
Group is their complete comfort in saying or talking to me 
about anything, or talking to me any way they please.  They 
generally don't, or are required, to apologize for what 
they say or do, and I don't expect them too. If they talk 
down to me, curse me and call me all sorts of names, that's 
just the way it is.  It's automatically assumed I deserve 
their treatment of me that way.  They and I understand 
this.  That is just the way it is in my loving subservient 
relationship to the Group.  They are the masters and I am 
their subject, pure and simple.  If they talk to me in a 
way other than as if I'm lesser than they are, I accept 
that as an acknowledgment of their benevolence. I'm not 
doing a good job of articulating what I mean, but what I'm 
trying to say mother is that the men and I have a sort of 
special relationship when we converse, that we both accept.  
My life is an open book to them, and they and I both expect 
me to truthfully answer any questions they ask. It is not 
the same with them.  I accept that I have to ask their 
permission to even speak, and then to ask them questions.  
I also fully understand I have no right to an answer.  They 
are free to share with me what they choose. I accept all 
this as a matter-of-fact. Now this is what I was leading up 
to. And it all goes back to doing freaky stuff for my men.  
You see, Mr. Jones expressed a fantasy of taking his wife 
across his lap and spanking her.  As he spanks her, it is 
his desire for her to plead for mercy and forgiveness for 
some act of disrespect to him as master of their household. 
Of course, Mr. Jones knows he couldn't get Mrs. Jones to do 
this, and wouldn't dare revealing his fantasy desire to 
her. However, he felt totally comfortable describing it to 
me.
"He told me his fantasy one day as we were enjoying 
each other's company and eating dinner at the apartment.  
He had come by for our weekly Tuesday night date.  I'd 
already sucked his dick once and we were now eating the 
lasagna - his favorite dish, which I'd prepared for him. I 
knew after dinner, he'd want his second blowjob, one for 
the road, so to speak.  He chose not to have intercourse 
with me tonight, only for me to mouth him off.
"As he talked on about his fantasy, he said he hadn't 
ever told anyone else about it before.  The mere fact that 
he shared something so private with me made me feel closer 
and more bonded to him beyond our already special bond of 
his being a member of the Group and me being the Group's 
sissy maidservant slut.
"Mr. Jones sort of gave me some more background on his 
fantasy.  It was based on the way things use to be, not a 
few years ago, like in the Fifties, but in the 1750s, where 
a husband was truly king of his house and his word was law.  
Back then, it was legal and accepted for a man to beat his 
wife for any infraction of her husband's rules.  As 
Mr. Jones lamented about his not being able to exercise his 
fantasy.  It then dawned on me that he might be indirectly 
giving me the opportunity to assume the role of his fantasy 
wife, so as to present my ass to him for a reason other 
than which he normally used it for.  I didn't want to be 
beaten on, but I hated to see him so sad and unhappy that 
he didn't have a nice fleshy ass to paddle for his 
pleasure.  As you know mother, I'm really a people person 
and I want people to like me, and to be pleased with me 
also."
	"Yes sweetie, that is both one of your strong points 
and one of your weaknesses.  But that's part of your 
makeup.  But please go on."
	"Well what I'm about to say probably is a good example 
of which you spoke of.  As I said, a part of me wanted to 
help Mr. Jones with his fantasy desire.  The other part of 
me was concerned about the possible pain I'd have to endure 
to help him with his fantasy.  I was struggling with my 
conscious.  The men in the Group had at various times, 
whipped me as part of their discipline program for me.  So 
I had experienced pain on my bottom several times and was 
no stranger to it.  But that pain was to correct my 
behavior for some mistake or misdeed I'd done.  But to give 
myself to one of the men solely for his pleasure and to 
make him happy, was something I had to wrestle with 
mentally.  If he ordered me to come across his lap and be 
spanked, I knew I wouldn't refuse him, otherwise I'd be 
breaking my vow of total obedience to Mr. Wilson, which he 
in turn transferred to the Group.  Hence, now my vow was to 
them all, not just Mr. Wilson.  I then reasoned that since 
he hadn't ordered me to be his fantasy wife for the obvious 
spanking he wanted to give her, he was waiting to see if 
I'd volunteer myself.  The light came on in my head that he 
maybe testing my devotion to the group.  I for sure wanted 
to pass the test.  What had originally caused me so much 
consternation was now crystal clear. The decision I had to 
make now was so obvious.  As I thought of how good the 
Group had been to me, I knew that a little bruising and 
pain on my butt was but a small, if agonizing, way to repay 
them.  I really did owe them for their compassion, 
kindness, understanding, guidance, training, and many other 
things they've done for me, a lowly sissy fag.  If it 
hadn't been for them,  who knows what turmoil I'd be in 
now.  I confidently asked Mr. Jones permission to speak and 
ask a question.


"Mr. Jones, may I speak and ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Well sir, I know I'm not anywhere as pretty as your wife, 
but are you offering me the opportunity to play the role of 
your fantasy wife?"

"Are you interested?"

"Only if you want me to be.  But, may I speak freely sir?

"Yeah, go ahead."

"You could've ordered me to be the recipient of your 
spanking and I couldn't have refused.  Since you didn't 
order me to play the role, I wasn't sure if you deemed me 
worthy of the part, even if it's just the spanking part of 
your fantasy you're interested in performing. But if you 
think I'm worthy of being spanked for your fantasy 
pleasure, I readily submit myself to you."

	"Mr. Jones accepted my offer and let me know that he 
wouldn't bruise my rear too badly, but he was intent on 
spanking me until he felt he had done a good job in 
achieving his fantasy.  His statement made me cringe 
slightly, but I knew it was too late now.  My ass was his 
now.  Therefore, now I had only to rely on Mr. Jones' care 
and concern for me, nothing more, as I committed my ass to 
him to be beaten for his fantasy pleasure.
"Mr. Jones had a cabin home far out in the rural. It 
had a wine cellar.  He was going to perform his fantasy 
there because he wanted to hear my cries and pleas of mercy 
as he spanked my bottom.  Therefore he needed a place where 
he could control the sounds of his fantasy, namely my cries 
for mercy. He was going to drive us up there the upcoming 
Saturday.  The trip to the country was about 50 miles and 
it was in a rather desolate area.
"Mr. Jones was really excited about having my ass to 
spank.  He was so happy and elated that he was going to get 
a chance to thoroughly spank a real live tender fleshy ass 
- namely me - to his hearts content.  Even though, I was 
somewhat terrified at hearing him talk about all he was 
going to do my ass with his paddles and hardwood hair 
brushes - he never used my name or addressed me as the 
recipient of swats to be inflicted.  Despite this, I was 
still very happy for him.  At the same time, I also was 
somewhat excited that I had the pleasure of giving him this 
opportunity.  So as you can see mother, my mind was 
besieged with conflicting thoughts and trepidation, but I 
knew I had no will power or strength to stop what was to 
happen to me. It's a feeling I've experienced several times 
as the Group's servant and slave.  Enduring each such 
event, has helped strengthened me for the next event of 
submission, which seems to always be around the corner."
"Well sweetie, did the spanking turn out worst than 
you expected?"
	"Mr. Jones really enjoyed spanking me and hearing me 
beg for mercy and forgiveness of my fantasy infractions - 
namely not cleaning the cabin and cooking his meals on 
time.  As his fantasy wife, I begged and begged, but to no 
avail.  I wailed and tossed as I rolled to and fro on his 
lap, but his strong arms kept me subdued to received all 
the licks he desired to give me.  My ass was burning so 
badly.  Several times I begged him to let me rest.  Again 
he wouldn't relent.  After what seemed like an eternity - 
really 20 minutes - he released me and I got a chance to 
rub my stinging swollen and bruised ass cheeks.  They 
literally felt as if they were on fire.  I was crying so 
profusely as I walked around the floor in an erratic 
pattern seeking to find some way to ease the burning pain.  
He seemed to really enjoy seeing the tears streaming down 
my face and the uncontrollable sobbing and wailing I made 
as he plied into me unmercifully.  He smiled in delight at 
my plight.  He was even more delighted when I performed, at 
his command, the next to last part of his fantasy.  That 
is, to kneel, and thank him for his punishment to help make 
me a better fantasy wife.  I did so through my 
uncontrollable sobs and tears that didn't seem to want to 
stop.  Mr. Jones had the most pleasant smile on his face as 
I knelt proclaiming my undying thanks for his firm painful 
spanking. It was the oddest thing, but I was happy for him 
even in all my misery.  I also felt another strange type of 
pleasure, which came from my doing this for him. I was 
pleased that he was enjoying doing this, even at my own 
expense of being in pain caused by him.
	"His last act of his fantasy really pleased us both.  
It was when Mr. Jones took out his really stiff dick.  I 
mean it was pointing almost straight up to the sky, the 
mere sight of him being so aroused and horny made me feel 
so happy, even though my but was still in pain. Mr. Jones  
caressed and kissed me so passionately.  That made me 
almost forget about all that had happened earlier.  Next he  
mounted me and pushed about half of his 8 inches of very 
hard and hot dick meat in me.  It was oh so pleasurable and 
the nagging pain on my bottom seemed to intensify the 
pleasure I was getting from his heavy thrusts into me.  It 
felt so wonderful to be under my masterful fantasy husband 
after having atoned for my fantasy infractions and his very 
real ass whipping."
	"I've heard of similar situations where people who've 
been spanked or flagellated saying the sex was super 
afterwards."
	"Well mother, it was good for both of us that night. 
He had two good comes and I came automatically when he shot 
his hot pent up load into me the first time.  As we drove 
back to town, it was clear to both of us that I'd better 
get use to this fantasy, because I knew Mr. Jones would 
want me for his fantasy wife again.  Knowing I had no 
choice, I had to resign myself to doing that as part of my 
duty and devotion to him and the Group. The consolation for 
me was that it pleased him to do this to me.  The second, 
that it would probably result in good sex for both of us 
despite the pain that I was certain to endure to make it 
all possible. As far as Mr. Jones and I, I really felt 
closer to him than before.  That is for having endured his 
fantasy ordeal.  I was even gratified that it occurred, 
because it was proof positive of my dedication to his and 
the Group's pleasure."
"After all that, and what's certain to be a repeat of 
the same in the future, I can definitely see your point 
about your role in respect to them and their wives.  
Sweetie, no wonder their wives brought you such cute 
gifts."
	"I'm not sure his wife knows of this fantasy thing, He 
finally told the other members in the group about it 
recently.  Now I'm worried of them also having similar 
fantasies. However, in regard to the men's wives, I'm 
really going to be embarrassed facing their wives. That is, 
with them knowing that I've been the sort of like the other 
woman to their husbands."
	"Sweetie, I suspect that the way you've explained 
things about you doing things they didn't want to do in the 
bedroom, you may be the only one embarrassed, especially 
since you're not really another woman, but a sissy slut.  
Believe me, it makes a difference.  They still see you as a 
male and their husbands as just having a different kind of 
night out with the guys."
	"Hmmm, Mother, that is so insightful. I never thought 
of it that way before.  I definitely see your point.  I 
wonder if the men's wives will get involved with me and the 
men's sexual activities now that they know about me being 
their sissy concubine?"
	"Why do you say that Alberta?"
	"You see the men have shared many of their fantasies 
with me.  Mr. Hudson talked about me watching him fuck his 
wife.  Then after he was through doing her, he'd fuck me 
while I sucked out her messy creamed in cunt."
	"I'd have to say, only time will tell.  By the way 
sweetie, you think you'd like sucking a sloppy used pussy?"
	"Oh I think I could do it, and especially so since 
it'd be jism flavored."
	"Maybe, I'll bring you my jism flavored pussy sometime 
and let you practice.  Hee!  Hee!"
	"That would be great mother.  I've never see a woman's 
pussy up really close before."
	"Well sweetie, me must definitely get you exposed to 
that since you might have to put your face in all their 
wives' fucked cunt, especially since you are committed to 
obey the Group's wishes."
	"You're right about that mother.  And I know I 
definitely will if they tell me to."
### END OF PART 2 ###

