CD Rebeca Young Tranny p5 Gurl Sharing&Caring

Young Tranny
5. How I Started part 5- Gurl-Sharing is Gurl-Caring

Soon after my "graduation event" with Mistress K, Mr Carlton, and the black stud I was sore and Labor Day weekend gave me time to heal. Then school resumed with Mr. Carlton telling me sternly to work hard in school to make my mom never worry about me and have a reason to curtail potential playtimes.
I was smart, but often school bored me. The idea of doing well to make sure I could still play on the side was actually a strong motivator for me.

With school now part of the day our sex routine had to be heavily modified. I would not be heading up the stairs to the sex loft in the morning to play until Mr. Carlton or I had exhausted ourselves. Instead, our playtimes were scaled down to few hours a couple of times a week. This was nowhere near enough and that is when I discovered phone sex and dressing resumed dressing at home on some days without Mr. Carlton available.
Once he saw me in the same window dressed up and the next time I was over he told me to stop dressing at home and putting myself at risk of being caught. He made a key for me and gave me access to his home when he was out.
Now Mr. Carlton was undergoing the rehabilitation he'd put off over the summer to spend time with me. He wasn't in dire straits, but he needed to fix himself, so we did what we could when we could and he invested in me by giving me a key to a safe place to play.
After he gave me the key I found myself playing at his house by myself after school in the sex loft almost every day. I often hoped he'd come home or that some other surprise visitor would arrive.
Early that fall I had so many recurring fantasies. Most were about Mistress K and her stud, or several of her "stable" boys showing up, others were about Mr. Carlton "making me" fuck someone he knew. I told him about it one day as we watched porn with me slowly reverse-cowgurling his cock.
As the fall progressed I was given new outfits and a second wig (a short-lived platinum blonde that didn't really work for me), and several new pairs of high heels as a means to keep things exciting.
Then Mr. Carlton acted on my fantasy of being shared. After school on weekday just ahead of Halloween Mr. Carlton surprised me by sharing me like a fuck toy for the first time.

I recall coming out of the bathroom, fish-net cat-suit under under a black teddy with red piping but over my new transformation bra with extra-large tits (C-cup silicon prosthetics). My look was completed by high heel pumps and too much heavy striking whore-ish makeup. I strutted over to Mr. Carlton's cock at the small bench to the left of the TV. He had his shirt off but his pants were lowered around his familiar cowboy boots. He was slow-stroking his mature cock and smiled with his eyes in one of the mirrors as I approached him. I lowered the bottom of my mouth and looked as eager a cocksucker as possible as I took the last few steps to his open legs.
On impulse I looked up and saw the now-familiar porn movie that I thought Mr. Carlton had made himself, but since he never really appeared in it, I didn't know. I was pretty sure it was his cock and his moans in the cum scenes, but the man who recorded it from his point of view was a bit more fit. The movie had just begun and was another Mexican beach-resort tranny-fuck movie but with the same two trannies over four scenes. I reasoned he'd probably "kept" them for two nights and imagined him paying them to stay and live on sex and room service for days. It was the longest amateur movie in his collection. The trannies were both cute, like drop-dead cute, one with dark hair the other a bleach blonde, both tan, perfect legs, smooth lady-boy chests, and amazing femme-boy faces. One was a bit too skinny in my opinion, but they moaned loud when they were fucked and were eager cocksuckers. For me their voices were far too flat and deep. After Mistress K's grooming I was biased and had no idea how a sexy gurlie-boy voice would separate me from the pack over time. At that time I just thought they weren't trying hard enough. I was a bit arrogant already. I liked the movie, especially the last fuck scene with one gurl, the really thin one, took it up her ass bent over the edge of a tub as the other pissed on her and fucked her mouth, but it wasn't my favorite. I was still more into the interracial gang-bang movie with the white wife in the liquor store.
After strutting over in my high-heeled pumps I disregarded the movie knowing I wasn't going to really see it. Instead I was going to see cock and lower pelvic areas, maybe a seat cushion if I was bent and fucked doggy-style, and probably at the end I would see myself in the array of mirrors taking it up my tight little ass. My views would be erotic in their own way.
I sank to my knees and started to open his trousers wider and took him in my mouth. After two or three cocksucking head-bobs I twisted a bit a few more times and noticed another man in one of the mirrors. He was fully dressed and watching me suck cock from the top of the stairs with a grin. For a painful moment I was shocked and worried we'd been caught and came all the way up and off the mature thick penis. But then I saw that the man had his cock was out and he was stroking himself with an approving smile. He both nodded approval and urged me on with a couple of sharp downward head nods meaning, go on you slut, suck his cock. I smiled back at him in the mirror and took Mr. Carlton's six-ish inch cock in my mouth, sinking down on him and feeling it go just barely into my throat passing my gag-button.
In seconds the man stepped over to join us. As I sucked cock they exchanged greetings, then Mr. Carlton said, "This is Rebeca," to the man as he stepped to my left shoulder. Then he said, "Rebeca, this is Mr. Moore."
As I'd been trained, I continued to suck cock and merely looked in his eyes using the mirror reflection.
"A very good gurl," he remarked recognizing the gesture, or, rather the fact that I didn't pause the blowjob to say "hi." Then he went on, pulling his ample balls forward and outside his open fly, "Hello Rebeca, Mr. Carlton says you have come a long way in a short time and I've been looking forward to this. I adore special little gurls like you." Mr. Moore looked down, still fondling his mature cock, but now going down and under his hairless scrotum also.
I smiled with my eyes and continued the up-down motion of my cocksucking and looked him over. He smiled and was handsome. He reminded me of a television star, a banker, or maybe a serious teacher or perhaps a professor. He had distinguished light gray hair swept back and perfect, a nice button down oxford shirt, loose, open-fly trousers and the complete look of a professional escaping the drudgery of the office, including a thick gold wedding ring. A second or two after looking him over I figured out who he resembled- the nice man on that quiz show ever night, not the wheel show, but the one where everyone knows everything and are still somehow in peril...yeah, not HIM, but a lot like him. Nice but cutting. Handsome, but distinguished. Fit, not muscular. Very straight...except...not.

Mr. Moore moved Mistress K's throne to the corner on Mr. Carlton's right and faced me and the porn playing on the TV. He dropped his trousers to his shoes and sat patiently fondling himself to stay hard as he watched until Mr. Carlton sat forward, took my face in one hand and pulled me up and then to my left to Mr. Moore's wide shiny cock-helmet. No words were needed and I slurped him down, immediately noticing how much larger he was than Mr. Carlton, at least a full inch longer and maybe a bit thicker too. His cock was "meaty" and heavy, clean cut with thick veins twisting outward and around over the sides.
The two men were now close enough, knees close but not quite touching, that I simply turned and sucked each them until they got close, then I was sent back to the other.
Over the next hour I was passed back and forth between them like a toy, just as I'd told Mr. Carlton I wanted. I loved more than I'd imagined! I was a sex toy! I fought the urge to stroke myself and instead placed my hand in a position to pinch the head of my cock, but rubbed three fingers down and up over my panties in line with my shaft, teasing my own cock head and drawing precum through my black panties. Between the cock sucking, pinch-rubbing my own cock, and the perverse mental excitement of being used the way I was being used I neared the wonderful edge of orgasm and held myself on the edge as I worked them.
Occasionally I relaxed my mouth-cunt and deep throated each of them, but mostly I concentrated on sucking hard, deep, twisting, and using my tongue and trying everything to impress them both. After a while Mr. Moore's cock easily slid past my tonsils and into my throat. I was proud of myself and knew I liked his larger cock quite a lot.
After what felt like and hour, about half-way into another scene in the amateur porn, Mr. Moore took lead and got Mr. Carlton to move. I paused cocksucking as they removed their clothes and shifted positions to sit on the wide bench-like arm rests of the love seat. They were now up a little, facing each other, one leg on the loveseat, one on the floor for stability and thrust power. Then, instead of being on the floor, I was placed on hands and knees in the center of the loveseat facing Mr. Carlton. Like a conditioned a****l I sucked the cock before me as I also felt Mr. Moore's cock rubbing on my asshole five or six times in a circular fashion. Then I felt his hardness stretching my rim as he pushed into my body. With some effort he went into my tight petite body, opening me wide then going deep and directly into my anal curve, causing a blinding white-hot pain.
I struggled to focus as Mistress K had taught me and I did the kagel squeezes and shifted my bubble-ass left and right quickly until inside of my tight little bitch-body relaxed and accepted him. After only a short eternity of agony, maybe three or four seconds my young anal curve shifted to make my lower colon an extension of my boi-cunt and accepted his mature cock fully.
Then the two dirty daddys fucked me for a long while. I reached back down and carefully edged myself as I was fucked in my ass and sucked cock. As one dirty daddy got close to cumming, he would pull it out of my mouth or my asshole and have me turn around and trade fuck-holes. After all the cock-sucking I'd already done my mouth was tiring, but I relaxed as I'd been taught and minimized my efforts, making my "mouth a cunt and accepting cock all the way back," as trained by Mistress K. I let my tongue, lips, and jaw be lazy. I knew one of them, or possibly both would want to cum in my mouth, so I kept a little effort in my reserve tank and enjoyed being used by them. Though I'd had threesomes with Mistress K and Mr. Carlton, this was different and far more intense.
It was so intense that the first orgasm among the three of us was my own. My body went, "Surprise! I'm cumming!" I was kneeling on the padded loveseat, pinch-edging myself. My black fishnet-clad knees were flexing as I was fucked by Mr. Moore's big cock and sucking Mr. Carlton's cock. The large cock was deep in me doggy-style and popping downward into my ass. Every time he pumped me he was popping my prostate g-spot and at the same time stretching me wide and deep and hitting my cock from the inside. The mix of pleasure and pain was amazing and quickly the pain died out and became a wonderful intense erotic stretching that took me toward orgasm. The "full" feeling combined deliciously with my own cock-pinching masturbation and I was on edge for a while. I would frequently get really close and let go, my cock swaying untouched and uncontrolled left-right and up-down in time with the face and ass fucking movements.
One of these times, cock flailing I felt myself being fucked by Mr. Moore's ample seven inch. He went in-out-in-out-in- over and over and then...all of a sudden...cum and the "Surprise!" moment. I really didn't expect it. My cock shot hard and long on one of his deep punching fuck thrusts. Cum reached one of my wrists and coated the fishnet sleeve and my skin underneath. I was orgasmic, but wasn't sure until my gaze sneaked downward and saw the semen-rope line. Then my sexual brain figured it out, and all of a sudden my body exploded and a acknowledged myself in orgasm, vice just seeing it happen. I dropped my slack mouth off Mr. Carlton's thick stout cock and looked in a mirror to my side and saw my cock shoot hard and then leak and then jerk up twice in time with Mr. Moore's pumps. In the mirror my eyes met Mr. Carlton's and saw he knew what was happening. He looked over at my cock in a mirror and then grabbed my face and pushed his cock back into my open mouth. I gasped for air and relished the orgasmic rush as he began throat-fucking me.
Mr. Moore soon realized what he'd done and got really close and pulled out to edge, leaving me finishing my orgasm with no other stimulation, one of Mistress K's ruined orgasms, but "ruined" too late- I was in ecstasy.
As I enjoyed myself Mr. Carlton was close to orgasm and pulled out of my mouth, leaving me the only one in orgasm.
As I came I fought the urge to stroke myself, just like I'd been groomed to do. I dropped my hands on the sides of the loveseat's cushions to support my torso and breathe. I processed through the mostly-anal orgasm and heard Mr. Carlton say with pride, "I told you she's perfect. Fuck yeah, cum little bitch, fucking perfect. "Yeah, she is a cum-slut. A total whore for it. She just, fuck, she came on your dick and is nowhere near done. Its like that one who came and wanted it even more the next time, but she's here and white." He paused and then added toward me, "You want more don't you Rebeca?"
I simply breathed hard and kept cumming, nodding slightly like a good gurl. I was both not inclined to answer but, now brain-locked, I really couldn't respond. Instead I moaned in a high full cum-moan and just quaked in orgasm with the slight nod. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I did want more.
Mr. Moore, outside my ass, slow-stroking himself to stay hard but allowing the edge to die a bit agreed, "Yes, she's fucking perfect. I love that little ass-cunt, so tight and...fuck...what can I say...perfect. You've found a rare one here."
As I completed my anal-orgasm they eased me around and traded their sex holes. Mr. Carlton's cock pushed in easily and filled my boy-cunt. My familiar friend was inside me and in only about thirty seconds of fucking he was too close. He paused a moment and then seemed to decide to cum inside me. He assfucked me for about thirty or forty more pumps and then he drove into me hard and he popped. He seeded me deep and with a lot of cum and his body pushed my face into Mr. Moore's slick ass-to-mouth face-fucking cock.
Seconds after Mr. Carlton completed his fuck and pulled himself out of me, Mr. Moore shoved his cock in my mouth hard. Really hard. He made me deep-throat him a bit rough for my tastes, but he was the boss, and I went with it, again, as I'd been taught to do. Mistress K's command that "You're not done until he is done with you," rang in my mind as I was used. Then he went deeper and I gagged on it, then choked a bit and felt my own thick nasty saliva coating his cock and being drawn up and into my sinuses. He heard the distinct choke and obstruction and pulled out long enough for me to cough and clear my airway. Then with no verbal or other obvious concern he shoved it back in, but not as far that time.
Mr. Moore fucked my face hard for about another minute, a loooong minute or in-out-in-out over and over. Then he then held my head in a nasty dominant grip with his cock half-way in. I thought he might cum in my mouth with one last deep throat-thrust, but instead he gripped me tight and pulled me off the loveseat and made me kneel on the floor facing the loveseat. Mr. Carlton was long-gone from his opposite perch on the arm rest, so Mr. Moore sat in the center of the love seat and pulled me up, then bent me into a perfect "Fuck-Me-L" making me suck him straight-on and deep. After about twenty cocksucking head-bobs Mr. Moore held me in place, face-fucking upward into my eager bitch-mouth till he got close again. Then he pulled me off and commanded, "Back up and turn around little gurl. Show me your bitch-boy body."
I stood, stretching a bit and in doing so struck an extremely erotic pose of a freshly-fucked gurl, chest out, ass out, tummy in, legs straight and strong, cock semi-hard and still orgasmic and dripping, and face upward and proud in a kinky way. My added on hair was back and my tits bounced a little and in perfect time with my body. Next, I bent a little to get my bearing and then turned to face the TV and backed up like a super-model-gone-porn star. It was the last scene and the thin gurl was being fucked right before I knew she'd be pissed on. I sat on Mr. Moore's lap and slid back toward his cock.
Mr. Moore, in a very erotic state mumbled, "Yesss, hoe-fuck-yess, that's right, good gurl. Get my cock in you," as I wantonly bent him forward toward my tight pale little asshole. I reached his cockhead and then slid back fast to take him up my petite asshole.
I knew he was close to cumming. I slow-fucked him at first and then throttled up and began pounding my ass cheeks down onto him. Now I considered how I was also working myself toward another anal orgasm and went harder, allowing the selfish bitch in me to take over.
He pulled back into the loveseat and also pushed me off and forward to stop himself form cumming.
Mr. Moore commanded, "Get on your knees and suck me nicely, gurl. Slow and nice."
I did as I'd been told. I dropped and wantonly and on instinct took him all the way into my throat on the first cocksucking move. After only a few perfect sucks he had regained his control and pulled me off his cock.
Mr. Moore, now off the edge commanded, "Get on and fuck me bitch!"
I slowly and in a sensual, erotic manner rose to stand, seeing myself in one of the new mirrors on the back wall and behind the loveseat. I was orgasmic and stunning in my black fishnets and baby-doll, tits heaving, cock swaying. Perfection. I paused and then placed my left knee and then my right to the outsides of his thighs. I reached down and under my own cock, gripping his cock like an airplane joystick and then briefly held my five-inch slick cock in line with his, comparing the two and then stroking them together for a moment. His was far larger than mine and I loved the fact that he'd been in me. Cock-stroking two cocks looks hotter than it feels, so after ten strokes I released my cock and passed my soaked crotch over his cock to fuck myself. I lowered myself even more and then settled downward onto his ample cockhead. I held him there as I made final adjustments and pushed outward, ready to embrace the stretching pain and soreness as he pierced into my body. The familiar pain came, flashed, then went as he advanced an inch or two inside me. I actively dismissed the remaining pain in favor of the promise of a certain orgasm for him, and a likely orgasm for me. I knew I was really close and knew if his cock didn't take me over the edge a second time, I would reach down and stroke myself to make myself cum on him. No, no, wait, to give myself, yes, to give myself the pleasure of a cumshot all over his smooth toned tummy.
Mr. Moore read my mind, at least partially and said, "Do it, fuck yourself on me!" His voice was loud and filed the room.
I was shocked and immediately pulled my hand out and fully sunk down his cock like a whore in heat. Immediately I went up and then, almost too far up, I fucked downward onto his lap again, then again...and again, over and over and over. I rolled my hips back and forth and fucked up and down on him.
"Oh fuck...so tight," combined with a tell-tale exhale and his eyes narrowing their gaze he essentially told me he was going to cum. I'd held off long enough. He was going to cum in me, so I joined him, using his cock for myself. I reached in between our body's and joined him in orgasm. It only took ten or fifteen light, loose strokes of my cock and began to shoot on his tummy. The sight of me cumming on him took him over the edge.
"Ohhh! Fuck yess!!!" he said and thrusted upward into me and began slicking my insides with his seed, adding to Mr. Carlton's sperm.

Twenty minutes later Mr. Moore said shaking the last of the shower water from his neatly kept wavy hair, "Exceptionally nice job with this one. I'm sure everyone will enjoy her and I can't wait till I'm back in L.A. again."

That was what became a familiar experience with several of Mr. Carlton's circle of "special friends." I recall there was Mr. Moore, Mr. Jackson, Mr. Jack (totally different person), Mr. Fairmont, Mr. Smith, Mr. Reynolds, and so on. Always Mr. so-and-so. No first names or maybe they were all fake names. At one point I heard one of them call Mr. Carlton by "Mr. Killian." Whatever the deal was, I was instructed to not try hard to remember ANY of their names or faces. I was totally bought-in and really thought that I would somehow be in trouble and held accountable if the whole little circle of special friends got caught, so, I obeyed without reservation. I really like what was happening and didn't want it to stop. Wrong, I suppose, maybe, possibly, but I loved it. The compliments I received fed me too. It seemed everyone wanted to congratulate Mr. Carlton as Mr. Moore had. Apparently I was the "Best ATM gurl" and the "Hottest ass of all of them," and "Cutest of the bunch," and other complimentary comparisons to thus-far unseen mysterious "other gurls." Over time I did meet a few of them.

I think that almost every weekend that fall I was involved with multiple-partner sex. 3-somes, 4-somes, and a married couple (Mr. and Mrs. Black) twice. I was popular and Mr. Carlton loved sharing me. I don't think he actually whored or prostituted me, but he may have. I do think he "traded" me for experiences with other gurls. I quickly caught on that he was part of a private club of people who liked younger gurls, boys, and gen-girls. The entire notion of what I now know as being objectified turned me on.
Occasionally, Mr. Carlton allowed some of these people, mostly older men, to await me in his sex-loft for after school play. On three occasions there was a married couple in their fifties or so and that was intense too.
I recall one day I was typically excited while I was in school and came home to find a message that my mom would be later than expected. A rush shot though me because I knew I had time to play. I ran and looked out the window and saw that Mr. Carlton's kitchen window blinds were open wide, his invitation to play. I was over there in no time. Up the stairs as a boy to see a couple that I had played with once before with Mr. Carlton.
The first time I met them I'd serviced Mr. Carlton, then the man, I don't recall his name, but something like Mr. Anders, and then the wife jerked me off as he came in my mouth. She made me cum in her hand and then slicked my mess all over her pubic area and had me clean her up until she came in my mouth. I was bent forward on my knees and as I got Mrs. Anders to orgasm, Mr. Carlton stuffed his cock in me and began fucking me.
The couple, who may not have been an actual couple as I reflect on it, was in their fifties and in pretty darn good shape. She was a warm, dirty-blonde with brown eyes and had a business woman's look, banker, lawyer, something like that. He was Hispanic, but also mostly white and had the stocky self-assured look of a hard worker like a mechanic or a construction man, but wore a semi-casual look- a nice button-down shirt and slacks. When I knew I had time with my mom gone and I saw that same couple upstairs, I knew I was in for a real treat. I knew the man was well hung, about seven thick inches and his wife was beautiful and incredibly nasty.
The man remained seated at the love seat and she got up with a lewd smile on her face as she quickly walked into "my bedroom" on the left at the top of the stairs. Mrs. Anders was dressed in a tight above-the-knee pencil skirt, a tight blouse that was open and exposing her black camisole and a thin sheer see-through black bra with her mature nipples straining against the sheer stocking-like bra fabric. She closed the door and said, "Mommy is going to get you ready for daddy." Then she had me undress and when I was nude she said, "You are so beautiful. I am going to get you ready so you don't disappoint daddy." Then she had me sit on the side of the bed and undid her blouse and hiked up her skirt as she knelt in front of my open legs and sucked my semi-hard and in-shock cock to full hardness.
She was a really good cocksucker and seemed to have a passion for it. Of course, I was still only about five inches or so long, so I was a really easy blowjob.
Suddenly, she stood up and sat next to me and leaned over to my ear and said, "Now fuck me and cum."
I stood and turned toward her as she lay back on the bed perpendicular and across with her hands reaching down to pull her pencil skirt up and over her "nude" colored stockings and a black garter belt, with any panties long gone. Her skirt now up, she outstretched her muscular thighs wide and open.
Like a dolt I said, "Umm Mrs....I mean Mommy, your panties are gone."
"Yes, I lost them at work, again. Now come up her and show me how bad you want to fuck Mommy," she lustfully grunted.
Shocked but not totally dumbfounded, I did exactly as told and fucked her until I came in her remarkably fit, clean, and tight mature pussy.
She cooed and bent her legs upward and in-time with my immature thrusts. "Mmmm, good boy, fuck mommy...yesss, that's it...mmmmmm fuck me, fuck me and cum so you'll be ready for daddy...cummm....yessss..."
I cam hard. It took me only about two minutes because I was primed from being horny all day and not having any real sex the previous two days.
"Good boy, now get fucking dressed for daddy." She said as she got up and left. No clean-up or kiss or anything. I realized she wanted to fuck me as a boy and then see me get fucked as a gurl. I took a moment and relished my orgasm and then opened my closet to see the small dresser with my outfit selected and layed out for me.
For this encounter I was to be a slutty school-gurl. Black patent leather Mary-Jane's with buckles, white bobby-socks, nude stockings with a shine calling attention to them, a red garter belt, white cotton girly-panties that were too small and gripped everything in a kinky manner, a tight see-through short-sleeved real blouse (vs. costume) over a bright red sheer-cotton bra, and finally, a cheap black stretch-velvet choker. My new silicon C-cup tits were not to be found, which meant that they wanted me flat chested - a femme-boy. My red hair was on the wig-form and ready for me, up in pig tails. I was a perfect little gurlie-boi. Kinky, perverse, I thought. Mistress K's grooming kicked in and in the time I got my stockings on I was getting hard and horny. By the time I went across to the bathroom to do my makeup I was semi-hard and prancing like a bitch in heat, knowing I was going to cum after getting fucked and sucking his ample cock. One way or another I was going to get used and cum like a whore; I was in heat.
About two minutes into putting on my makeup Mrs. Anders came in to "help" prepare me. She actually taught me a few things as she did my eyes and my lips. I hadn't ever really gotten into lip-lines around the sides, but she was and she also brushed on my lipstick, a somehow painstaking and extremely sexy process that I only rarely do now days if I am being watched doing my makeup as part of the fore-play.
The hottest part was when she "cleaned" me out and prepared for for "daddy's cock." She massaged my rim, probed into me making me relax and accept her finger, then fingers, then all of her fingers and nearly her knuckles. At the end of the process she was sure I was spotless and ready and my prostate g-spot was already in overdrive. I was not on edge, but I was really close to that stage.
As we walked to the love seat Mrs. Anders, "mommy," set the stage for the sexual role-play saying, "The little whore is home from school after detention for sucking all the boys off...again. Ever since we told HIM to become a HER she has been acting out. You fucking deal with her, daddy. Punish the little wanna-be bitch."
By the time I reached the space between Mr. Anders, "daddy," and the TV I got the gist of the role-play. I stood there, between daddy and the TV playing some kinky gangbang playing porn. The volume was low, but I was just able to hear the moans of the guys fucking the girl..or possibly gurl...I wasn't sure.
Daddy's cock was already out and he was lightly stroking it. His oxford shirt was open and his bare chest and tummy, bronzed by the So Cal sun, were warm and sparsely hairy. His cock was a pale thick seven inch shaft that was decently thick, just a little thicker than a gold club grip, like a bicycle handle maybe, but his head was wide and round, almost the same size as a golf ball. The helmet was AMAZING- fat, round, full, and slick with a shiny film of precum. Instantly I recalled that when I'd met them and was going down on mommy, Mrs. Anders, I'd wanted him to fuck me, knowing he'd probably make me cum with just his cock hitting my spot. It hadn't happened that time, so I would make it happen this time.
Daddy, said, "I told you once, and a thousand times, as you become a gurl you are to get all your sex here at home with us where its safe. Now get on your fucking knees and suck my cock." Then, as I sank to my knees, he looked up at "mommy" and asked "Was she paid for sex again?"
"Yes, the fucking whore had twenty bucks in small bills in her notebook. Looks like she's sucking them off for lunch money...again."
As I pulled "Daddy's" cock to my hungry mouth I felt "Mommy" spank me, hard. Really hard. I knew there was a welt in the shape of a hand on my ass.
I sucked daddy's cock deep and felt mommy's fingers probe into me. One finger was joined by a second finger on the next inward probe. The fingers went directly into my g-spot and she masturbated me on the inside. At the same time daddy, standing over me looked first down at me as I looked up at him, then past my face and over my red wig to my pink-pale, welted bubble-butt ass.
Mommy said, "I think she was fucked too. She feels a bit lose." She paused and I'd been told in this kind of play to not exaggerate or lie, instead tell the general truth. After a short pause she continued asking, "So, were you fucked in your cutle little gurlie-ass-cunt?"
"Ont-ahaall" I grunted as I sucked daddy's cock.
"No? It doesn't feel like that to me. I think you are lying and you were fucked. How else do you explain the twenty dollars? Are you trying to tell me you sucked that much cock? I don't believe it!" then, SMACK!
Another hot painful spank immediately warmed my ass and began to welt in the shape of her hand.
Daddy moaned and met my cocksucking movements with hip motions of his own and mouth-fucked me slowly and in time with my out and in motions. "Fuck, she is such a good fucking cocksucker." He said this somewhat out of character, as if it were an exclamation and and out-of play statement
"Well, don't cum till you fuck her. I want to see her drop your cum in her hand and eat it." She paused and got close to me as I sucked cock and said, "You want to eat his cum from inside you for me don't you Rebeca?"
"Uaaaaaah-haaaaaalm" I grunted a wholehearted yes as I went down on him, like a good slutty gurlie-boy whore daughter should.
Mommy took my answer and rewarded me with some intense prostate masturbation and then said, "So, fucking pull out and fuck this little bitch up her ass!"
Again, the scene was supposed to be different, more perverse, than the way she was addressing him almost out of role and dominating him. She wanted to see him fuck me, and didn't want him to cum yet. Like me, she knew he was close.
Daddy pulled out and a long rope of thick mouth-fuck saliva dropped from his cock and my bottom lip to the floor. He pulled away and motioned for me to turn around and offer my ass to him. I did. His hard cock parted my ass cheeks as mommy pulled me forward and into receive position, on my elbows and knees, ass pointed upward and back toward the cock that was opening me up. My hole stretched and the pain washed over me. Her fingers had relaxed my fuck hole a bit, but there is no real way to prepare adequately for a real cock. As the cock pushed in and advanced into me the familiar pain became erotic pleasure and I felt his cock pop into and then past my prostate, then almost immediately back over it on the out-thrust. His cock came almost to my rim, but pushed back in and popped my orgasm button hard. I knew I was almost certainly going to cum. I smiled and erotic grimaced smile to myself more than anyone with that knowledge. Mommy had masturbated me well and I was oh, so close. His cock popped and pressed my g-spot over and over, maybe twenty times and I felt the familiar wonderful contractions begin. My cock leaked as it swung left and right and up and down in time with his daddy-fuck-thrusts. I started cumming fully from inside my ass. My eyes met mommy briefly and rolled back involuntarily as the orgasm caused me to quake the in the unmistakable erotic manner.
Mommy saw what was happening. "Look at me you fucking whore!" She reached out and gripped both sides of my face and made me look up at her, but my eyes did what they did. I opened them as commanded, but shut them hard as the orgasmic throbs shot through me. A few times I strained to open them again to comply, but as the waves went through my body in time with daddy's ample cock I lost control and moaned in the middle ground of a boy trying just a little to sound like a gurl, but out of control and wild, "Uuuuuuuhhhhhhoooooohhhhaaaahhhh!"
As daddy heard me in orgasm from his cock fucking my petite body. Any remaining fight he had against cumming in me was lost. He pushed in, then out as I moaned like a perfect whore, he began to cum in me and grunted, "Ohhhh....fuck...I'm...haaaaaaa!" He pushed deep into me, his pubic hair stubble poking my naked ass crack as he buried himself in my wanton cunt as his body throbbed hard enough to move me and prolong my orgasm.
As my orgasm continued I glanced down to see mommy catching my cum in her open left palm as her right hand worked her fingers inside herself and her right palm side to side over her engorged clitoris. She really enjoyed the show of my dirty daddy fucking my gurlie-boi ass and cumming in me.
I turned my head and, not thinking consciously, I took in a view of myself as a sexual being. I was perfect. My head craned upward at and angle just shy of straight up, and facing my nasty "mommy." My body was still angled downward and held stable by my elbows and forearms. I had a contorted erotic arch that went down and then up like a roller-coaster, knees upward to ass, ass downward to shoulders, then shoulders curved upward to neck and head. Perfect erotic position, complete with "daddy's" cock in me. My ass accepted the full-size man-cock in me along with his body pressing downward, albeit in a controlled manner, into me. He had to control his body. He was much larger and would have crushed me if he fucked me like I get fucked now days.
After his orgasm subsided a bit daddy pulled out and stoked himself.
I strained to watch and relaxed my arch a bit. I glanced over to see how hot I looked. Throughout the scene everything held up. My school-gurl outfit was pornographic and perverse and absolutely perfect.
Mommy wasn't done. She was near her own orgasm but still needed a last shot of perversion to take her over the edge. She followed my gaze and met my eyes in the mirror. She demanded my attention as she said in a domineering "mom" voice, "Good gurl! Now, sit up, get on your knees, and sit up."
As daddy pulled away I followed his body upward and rose to a slutty, ass down, knees wide, torso straight up pose. Orgasmic quakes continued to shoot though me. At that moment I would have done anything. My head spun a little from the over-oxygenation from the heavy breathing and I was still in a state of erotic perfection.
"Mommy" saw this as she moved into a position in front of me that mirrored my own. Our gaze in the mirror broke to then rejoin directly. She looked me over and masturbated herself with fervor and long practice. Her eyebrow clenched and her eyes dropped half way into a dreamy expression. A second later I saw her reach orgasm. As she came, partially as part of what physically made her cum, her hands, and partially through the perversity of the moment. She put her hand in my slightly opened mouth and said, "Jack your little dick off and cum for me as you eat the cum."
As conditioned by Mistress K, I accepted what was put in my mouth and made oral love to it. I licked and sucked it. The cum was wonderful and I noticed that my cum was mixed with the tartness of her cunt juice. On instinct and with no actual thought, I felt my hard cock in my hand and registered in my mind that my cock also reported the wonderful pleasure of my grip. The next second I realized it was all me, my hand, my cock and I began stroking and feeling my cum from being fucked flow slowly and slick from my cock, and it felt really good. Like the best ever. I neared orgasm, or probably more accurately, I took the anal orgasm I was just completing and added to my ass-gasm portion a cock-cum super-orgasm. I breathed in and out heavily and nearly started to faint from how light headed I was.
In a flash as I neared my jack-off orgasm, mommy's hand left my mouth, went to my ass-rim, dove into me, swabbed some orgasmic cocktail from inside me and then went into my mouth. Less than three seconds had passed, probably one second down to my ass-cunt, one inside me and then one back up to my mouth. The taste of the semen and the sheer erotic degradation combined to take me into my "super-gasm." I came hard. The residual cum from the ass fuck flooded out and was replaced by the much thicker cum worked out of me from hand-fucking my cock.
Mommy smiled and laughed in delight as she wiped the hand in my mouth and rubbed herself, well into her own orgasm and twitching upward as she came.
Like a good slutty-daughter-whore I came as she'd made me and cleaned her hand fingers. She looked at me and I drooped my sexy whoreish blue-shadowed eyelids halfway down to hold her gaze.

Like other fuck scenes I did after school and without Mr. Carlton present, this one ended with the "guests" thanking me and reminding me to keep my mouth shut and then leaving me behind to clean myself up and go home on my own. I'm sure the sane part of their minds realized how improper what we'd just been doing was and they ran off before they were caught. Each time the guests left me with one other wonderful thing. I always had a delicious feeling if being used.