Three days had passed since my wedding and my body was still recovering. Though that had not stopped Don and Terry from sharing me the day after the wedding, while I had eaten Debbie clean after an all black gangbang.

We were still due to go on honeymoon to celebrate the marriage, but everything had been put on hold for my step-son’s 18^th birthday party. Don had been married before, in a time when his life had been far more innocent than at was now, and a product of that had been his son who had just become an adult.

In fact, it had been Don’s first wife who had guided him into this world, she had tried to cuck him after the kids were born, but in time Don had discovered he was not a cuck. Instead, he had realised that he wanted to own and craft a girl to his tastes, which had led firstly to his divorce and then to my very existence.

The sound of the doorbell, shook me from my thoughts and I looked into the house from my chair on the patio as I watched Don answer the door. It was his ex-wife, who stepped into the house at Don’s invite with her latest cuck following behind. Don waved in my direction and as I continued to watch, the three of them joined me.

“Hello Cunt,” Don’s ex wife said with a smile, as her eyes cast up and down my body taking in the sight of me dressed sitting naked, but for a pair of stiletto heels, in a chair.

“Good  morning Mistress,” I replied as I took in the sight of her tight dress which was sheer enough that I could see her breasts through the material.

“This is my latest cuck, Warren,” she waited for us to say hello. “Warren, this is my ex-husband Don and his fuck meat who we now all call Cunt.”

“What should I call her,” Warren said suddenly speaking up, “after all I am a pathetic loser as well.”

Don smiled at the question, “you can call her Cunt as well.” I watched Don smile as he was given permission to degrade me as well, reminding me that even a cuck was superior to me. “Cunt, let Mistress Tina sit down,” Don said addressing me this time and obediently I rose from my seat so that she could sit.

“She looks more slutty and female than ever,” Tina said as she took a seat, her eyes admiring my boobs and ass. “Just a pity she still has that thing.” Tina nodded towards my groin as she spoke.

“It’s now completely flaccid and is just an ornament for display,” Don commented, “the only way she can achieve sexual pleasure now is from being fucked like a whore.”

“Then I commend you on your efforts, Warren, stop looking at her, unless you want me to turn you into her.”

“Yes Mistress,” Warren relied as his eyes settled back on Tina.

“Anyway, how can I help you Tina?” Don asked as he took a seat opposite her.

“I’ve been thinking about our Son’s party.”

“What about it?”

“Well you realise he is still a virgin?”

“Is that really an issue?”

“Yes, because I want him to have some fun and experience sex.”

“Tina, you need to leave him find his own path, he is 18 after  all.”

“I know, but I think we can offer him an option in the right circumstance.”

“Which is?”

Don’s ex-wife looked at me, her eyes casting up and down my body, “does he know about Cunt’s reality?”

“He’s only met her a couple of times.”

“I know, but does he know what she is?”

“He knows that Cunt used to be a man, but I don’t know if he is aware that Cunt has been fucked by so many men.”

“Well, here’s my proposal, we throw a birthday party for him and a select group of friends, and Cunt and Debbie will be present.”

“Are you suggesting that I like my son, fuck my wife?”

Tina stared at Don as if incredulous that he would even ask the question, “of course.”

Now it was Don’s turn to look at me, “I guess it would be a good test of Cunt’s obedience.”

“Then we shall do it then, Cunt and Debbie will allow our son and his friends to use them.”

“Hmmm,” Don replied as he considered the offer, “unfortunately Debbie is not available.”

“Why not?”

“Terry is taking her away as he wants to make a video for her online following, 50 states in 50 black cocks, the idea is to see if there is a difference in the type of black cocks you can get in each of the US states.”

“She’s going to fuck a black guy in every US state? Impressive, in that case Cunt can do it on her own.”

My husband thought about it for a moment, “agreed.”

 

A couple of days later, I returned to the house from a final shopping trip that I had taken with Debbie before her big trip. Walking in the door, I found Don waiting for me with a broad grin on his face. “Hello Master,” I said, “how has your day been?”

His eyes flashed up and down my body, taking in the white racer skirt I had been wearing and the low cut black crop top that had only just held my tits in place. “Did you get lots of admiring looks?” he asked, and I reached inside the top to pull out a small collection of bits of paper.

“Here are the numbers for all the guys who offered to fuck me,” I replied as I handed him the list.  “And here are the ones who offered to pay I continued,” as I removed more from the other cup.

“Well done,” Don replied with a smile, “maybe with a few of these paid liaisons, I can cover the cost of Debbie and Terry’s trip.”

“That would be a wise way to use me, Master,” I replied.

Don stared at me for a moment, “don’t call me Master, my son is upstairs.”

“OK Darling,” I replied as I leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, “how come he is here? You rarely let him visit.”

“Because I want to pre-empt Tina making a mistake, so I am going out and I will leave the two of you here alone.”

“You want me to seduce him?”

Don nodded in agreement, then giving me a kiss on the lips he headed for the door.

I slipped my shoes off, taking a moment to stretch out my feet after they had been cramped in heels all day. Moving to the bottom of the stairs, I peered up them, wondering where my new conquest was hiding.

Carefully, I climbed the stairs, taking each step slowly as to ensure there was no noise, until I stood at the top of them, the room that I knew Don’s son used directly in front of me. The door was closed, and as I approached, I placed my ear to it, listening for any noise from inside.

Within, the sound of sex reached my ears, accompanied by the gasps of a young man wanking and I realised that my latest conquest was watching porn. Standing upright, I smoothed down my clothing and took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping in. He was sat in a chair, a TV in front of him watching a video of a t-girl being gangbanged.

“What!” he screamed, swinging in the chair as he tried to cover himself up, but I could see that the cock was big and hard to the touch.

“Sorry,” I said, pretending to cover my eyes, “your father didn’t make any mention of you being here.”

“Well I am,” his voice was still high pitched as he spoke. “Why would you come in here?”

“I was going to as to whether it needed a clean.”

“Well it doesn’t Gail.”

“Sorry,” I replied again and withdrawing from the room I closed the door behind me.

Heading into my own bedroom, I stripped out of my clothes, and replaced them with a short black dressing gown that only just covered by boobs and bum. Now that I knew he was into me, it was only a matter of time before he would take me.

Stepping back outside, I knocked on his bedroom door, “I’m going to make a drink, would you like one?” I called from outside the room.

“Yes, I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Perfect,” I thought to myself as I headed down to the kitchen where I waited for the sound of his approaching footsteps. At that point, I opened a lower cupboard that was directly opposite the point where he would enter the kitchen. Bending over at the hips so that my bum would be completely exposed to him.

The sound of his footsteps got closer, until I knew he was behind me, and I heard him stop, his breath shallow as he took in the sight. Keeping myself in the pose I let him admire me until his guilt at looking at his father’s wife became too much, “Umm,” he said and I stood up and turned around as if the moment had been completely accidental.

“Oh sorry,” I didn’t here you coming down the stairs.

“Yeah,” he replied, taking a seat on a stool that rang along one side of the kitchen as I continued to make the drinks. Then, placing one in front of him, and another next to the stool opposite, I slipped into the seat, letting his eyes absorb my shapely and smooth legs.

“So are you seeing anybody?” I asked carefully, only to be greeted with a shake of the head.

“That’s understandable,” I continued, “I guess there are few girls like me out there at your age.”

“I like pussy as well,” he replied surly, “I’d love to fuck Debbie for example.”

“Sadly, she is heading abroad, otherwise I would suggest…” my voice trailed off as I wondered if I was pushing things too far.

“Oh, I know, subscribe to her site, she is off to do 50 cocks in 50 States.”

“You like Interracial then?”

“Oh yeah, I’d love to have some slut who tells everyone she is black only.”

“You mean you want to be a cuck?”

“Oh no, I’d rather be like Dad, or Terry and control the situation.”

Carefully, I uncrossed and recrossed my legs in front of him, watching his eyes as they followed every movement.

“Do your friends feel the same way?”

“A few of them, or at least, they want to fuck girls that I control.”

“And what about T girls?”

“They wouldn’t care, as long as the boobs are big at the holes are welcoming.”

“And yet, I hear from your mother, that you are still a virgin?”

“Well…” he paused, clearly uncomfortable with what I was saying.

I slipped form the stool, and moved closer to him, feeling the rub of his clothed leg against the naked skin of mine. Slowly, I placed my fingers on his knee, watching his reaction in case his moral feelings suddenly rejected my move. He swallowed deeply, as he watched me slide my fingers wider until my palm rested there.

“Your married to my father?”

“I know, but he has agreed with your mother that certain things should happen at your party, and as you are already 18, he thinks it is right that you test the goods first.”

Taking the material of my dressing gown between finger and thumb, he pealed it open slightly before hesitating, eyes jumping between my breasts and my face. “Really?” he asked.

“Yes, if you have not filled me by the time he comes home, he will not be impressed with me.”

“So my father wants me to fuck his wife, my step-mother?”

“Yes.”

His hand stopped moving for a second as he thought about what I had just said, then, reaching up with his other hand he slipped it behind my head and pulled me closer. We kissed, our lips brushing against each other as he poked a tongue between my lips.

Withdrawing, he smiled, “is that OK?” he asked as I held my head in place, eyes closed.

“Perfect,” I replied, before taking his hands in my own and guiding him down off the stool. Interlocking my fingers with his, I guided him by the hand back upstairs and into his bedroom, where, I sat on the bed, pulling him towards me.

Lying back, he lay alongside me, leaning over me, kissing me as his hands started to roam.

“I’d thought about you being the first woman I ever fucked,” he said breathlessly, “but I never believed that it would come true.”

“There is one catch,” I said, causing him to stop for a moment.

“Which is?”

“On the night, you have to pretend you are still a virgin, and you have to make sure that all of the friends who attend, would be up for partying with me.”

He thought about my comment for a moment, then as he parted my dressing gown to expose one of my breasts he smiled, “that shouldn’t be difficult.”

We kissed again, this time as his hand stroked my breast, tweaking the nipple as he did. Reaching with my hands, I pulled his top up and over his head, exposing his thin, yet highly toned chest. Throwing it off the bed, I pulled open my dressing gown to expose my naked form, then pulling him back in, I let his hands explore my whole body.

His hands roaming, he touched my cock, by accident, his hand quickly retracting, but then he stopped and looked into my eyes. “Do you not get hard?” he asked as his eyes panned down my body.

“No, your father sees it as a little ornament that I have to display.”

“You have no sexual desire then?”

“Oh, I have loads, but I can’t cum from my cock, I can’t get hard, but the pleasure I get from being used is intense.”

Standing up, he pulled down his trousers and boxers, exposing the large cock that I had seen earlier. Then, lifting me off the bed, he removed my dressing gown completely, letting it drop to the floor. He pushed me back onto the bed so that I sat down, stepping in close, so that his cock lined up almost perfectly with my mouth. I greedily took him between my teeth, licking the head as I did so, causing him to shiver with the intense excitement of the touch.

While he might have been inexperienced, he knew what he wanted, and it did not take long for him to take hold of me by the back of my head. Then with a buck of his hips, he pushed his way into my mouth in a series of long, slow strokes. “Fuck!” he grunted and with a change of gear, his hips speeded up as the aggression in his actions increased. I let him face fuck me, his balls slapping against my chin as the length of his cock slid down my throat.

Suddenly it was too much and with a big thrust his hips locked forward, his cock deep in my mouth as with a series of throbs he drained his balls into me. I was struggling to breath, he had held me for so long when, unexpectedly he stopped and pulled away from me, releasing me from his grip before collapsing onto the bed.  I swallowed down the last few drops, before wiping my lips with a finger before sucking it clean.

Looking over my shoulder, I gazed at him, “did you enjoy that?”

“You’re nasty,” he said in reply.

“Yeah?” I asked as I moved around so that I could lean over towards him. Kissing him on the lips, my mouth moved down towards his chest which I kissed and licked as a hand took his limp member between thumb and forefinger. I wondered how long he would need before he was hard again, and I was surprised when after just a couple of minutes his cock started to harden for a second time.

I put it in my mouth again and licked and sucked on it as I felt it take its full form between my lips. Then, moving back up his body, I let my hand continue to work his tool as I brought my lips to his and we kissed again. “Are you ready to take me?” I asked and he laughed gently. Placing a hand against my shoulder he pushed me so that I would roll over and as I did so he rolled with me until he lay between my legs. Raising my knees, we kissed as I rolled lifted my bum so that he could access the hole that he so desperately wanted.

His cock rested, right on the edge of my bum, the head brushing against the hole that I instinctively knew he was going to savagely take. “Are you ready?” he asked, and I threw my legs open even further as I waited for him to penetrate me.

He pushed his way in, carefully, as he discovered the joy of being inside a warm and eager lover.

“Take me,” I gasped as he reached the point where he was balls deep in me, and he shifted his legs, so that he was better positioned. Then, stroke by stroke, he started to fill me over and over, his cock sliding in and out of me with ease. The sex was incredible, it was the only time I had ever taken an 18 year old cock, and it made me think of all those sexual experiences I had likely missed out on at university.

In reality, his cock was so pleasurable that it touched me in the perfect way, and a moment later I felt one of my rare, yet always loved, internal orgasms as my body tensed with pleasure at the fucking it was taking.

“Did you just cum?” he asked, in between thrusts.

“Yes,” I replied as my body calmed back down, “I rarely do, but your cock has been incredible.”

“Mmmm,” he said as his paced picked up and he fucked me hard and repeatedly. Soon it was too much though, and he grunted, his body drenched in sweat as he filled me with his second load of the day, depositing every drop deep into my ass.

We separated and just lay there, gasping as we tried to recover from our exertions, but within moments I realised that his breathing had settled, and he was asleep. Pulling the duvet over him, I lay alongside him, watching him sleep until I joined him in slumber.

The sound of be bedroom door opening startled me awake and I lay there, in the crook of his arm looking at Don as his head poked through the gap in the door. I smiled on seeing my husband and carefully extracting myself, I grabbed my dressing gown and left the room.

“And?” Don asked once I was outside of the room, and he was certain that we would not disturb him.

“He came down my throat and then fucked me in the ass, he gave me an orgasm.”

“One of your internal ones?”

“Yes.”

“Like father, like son then,” he smiled at his own joke. “Time for to serve me then,” he said as he took me by the hand and guided me into our bedroom, “I hope your holes are still ready and willing?”

“Always,” I replied.

Find out whast happens next in A Different Party