"But they're so tiny" Mike pleaded. "And sexy, don't you think? Please let me wear them, Patty."

His wife slid the tight dress clear up to his waist and surveyed the sight. Lacey panties highcut showed her husband's now feminine ass off to advantage. Her spanking and the excercises she'd made him do had made the cheeks round and taut. They'd fit in Tyrone's big palm and he'd love them. Michelle, as she now addressed him, had obeyed her command in using a light, strong elasticated bandage to hold his penis down tight between his legs so it would not disturb the outline of his tight dress, but he had disobeyed her over the panties. This was not to be permitted! She had told him be naked beneath. Yes, the panties looked very sexy showing his lovely long legs and smooth flat feminine belly, yet failure to comply totally and utterly might lead to his reasserting his masculinity. Glancing at her watch she saw 45 minutes left before Tyrone arrived, time enough to set her husband fully on the right track.

Deftly Patty reached between his legs and freed his penis from the bandage, pinched a nipple of his cute, growing breasts hard with the other hand, pulling on the nipple then reaching behind and squeezing his highly sensitive, responsive buttocks at the side. Since he'd been on the feminizing drug squeezing him there sent him into a swoon with instantaneous mini-orgasm. His cock thickening she pumped it sensously into a hardened state, continuing to knead his buttocks. Mike-Michelle groaned, eyes closing, head back, knees beginning to give way, already close to cumming.

"Imagine this is Tyrone's great thick purple cock" she whispered giving his cock a squeeze. He gasped. Grasping his hand she closed it around his swollen pulsing cock. "Feel this, imagine it's his cock. It's enormous, thick and long. Feel the veins pulse beneath your hand. Rub it, go on! It's Tyrone's black cock you're rubbing. Bring him off."

"I can't" moaned her husband, yet his hand did as she bid and rubbed up and down the hard shaft.

"You will!" Violently she wrenched the red panties down off his round cheeks and slapped one, hard. "He'll want to reach under that wicked sexy red skirt and feel naked cheeks." She slapped him again and squeezed his balls lightly at the same time sending waves of submissive ecstasy through her husband. "I told you No Panties! You disobeyed me. What should I do about it?"

"I don't know" Mike-Michelle groaned and she slapped his ass again, quickly licked her finger and slipped it in his anus. She needn't have moistened it, he was already so wet no more lubrication was necessary for just a finger. Pulling in and out she frigged him deftly toward anal orgasm.

"Rub that cock of Tyrone's well and bring him off as big as you can. I better tell you that at the worst of times he likes to cum 3 or 4 times of an evening and this is the best of times for him. When he sees you he'll get so horny he'll probably cum 7 times tonight at least and...." She pushed a second finger roughly into her husband's anus making him yelp..."...he'll want to tear his way into this cute new pussy-ass of yours pretty damn hard." She twirled her fingers cruelly, stretching him so he moaned:

"Ow, you're hurting me, Patty, please."

Removing her fingers she returned just one gently inside and began frigging him back up to orgasm again, saying as he began to pant hungry to cum "What do you want? Say what you want. Say you want to hold Tyrone's thick black cock, say it so you can have your orgasm, Michelle."

"I want" Michelle groaned, "...I want to hold his thick cock, I do..."

"You want it in between your lips. It's pulsing, ready to spurt, you want that monster cock in your mouth, Michelle. Say I want Tyrone's cock in my mouth when he cumms."

"I want Tyrone's cock in my mouth when he cumms" her husband repeated, and she knew having said this would sap any resistance he might have when the time came and she moved her finger round and round in his anus in the way she knew brought him off.

"Say I want to cum with Tyrone's cock in my ass. Say it Michelle, say it!"

Her finger was bringing Mike-Michelle to that new kind of orgasm he'd learned of recently and he yearned to reach it, lose himself in it. "I want to cum with Tyrone's cock in my ass" he cried, collapsing forward onto the bed as the orgasm swept over him, Patty moving with him, keeping it happening. Not much slack did she cut him, however. Withdrawing her finger she grasped him by the scruff of the neck pushing his face hard into the bed and began spanking his bottom hard and fast, reinforcing his submissive eroticism, readying him for the evening, punishing him - and enjoying herself. Slap slap slap, finding new spots, hitting where she knew it hurt most. He was soon crying. He knew better than to beg her to stop for that would only make her spank longer and harder, maybe bring the hairbrush into play. Time was running out. She stopped. She felt very horny. No harm in having Michelle get started with the oral. Pulling up her own skirt, opening her legs wide she grasped the long hair she had made her husband grow and pulled his face to her pantiless crotch, slapping a cheek lightly. "Bring me off, Michelle, a good orgasm now!"

Half an hour later, makeup repaired on both, they were awaiting Tyrone who was late. "He will be the late Tyrone if he keeps us waiting any longer" Patty said grimly. "I'll cut his nigger head off." For whereas Mistress Rhonda's treatment for Mike had made him submissive and feminine her treatment for Patty significantly increased her aggressiveness. "Michelle! Take those letters the mailman misdelivered across to Dianne while we're waiting. Don't do anything with her, I'll be watching. I know she's been balling and shafting you, dyke bitch. Go on!" Thrusting the letters into her husband's hands she slapped his bum and pushed him out the door. The way their two houses were obliquely angled to the road they had a good view of each other yet almost entire privacy from their neighbors both sides of the road and Michelle let himself sway elegantly, perhaps a little primly, very sexily as he walked across in his highheels.

Noticing the sexy creature crossing the lawn Dianne opened the door to greet....her: "Oh, Michelle, you look so damn sexy I could fuck you right now!"

"Well you can't" the other returned with a self-satisfied smirk.

"Oh can't I!" Dianne challenged, pulling the feminized man against her jutting cleavage with a hand on the cute ass. "Hmn" she said as her hands found their way under the red skirt. "I thought from the outline you weren't wearing knickers. Taking risks!" Hands upon Mike's waist she span him around to face away from her and pulled up the skirt. "Looks like Patty's been there before me." She pinched a cheek. "Is that sore" she chuckled seeing Mike wince. "God, you do bring out the dyke in me. Your ass becomes cuter every day, I need to shaft it right now." Her finger couldn't resist slipping in. "You do love to take it don't you, Mikey? You're such an anal slut. My, you're so open I bet Patty's been in there in the last half hour!" Her own pussy on fire, yearning to get the two-sided dong strapped on and butt-fuck him till she came, with a triumphant challenging look across at Patty standing in her doorway watching was about to slip her finger in his ass when a sharp opentop Mercedes entered the blacktop drive with a rush.

It was Tyrone and Mike broke from Diane and sashayed towards the car pulling her skirt down, smoothing it and straightening the stockings which she knew showed her legs to perfection. She reached the car door as the big tall black swung his legs out.

"Woa" Tyrone said pausing and surveying the gorgeous female before him from head to tail. "You must be Michelle. You can suck my dick any time." Pulling himself to his feet he grabbed a piece of ass, took Mike's hand and put it on his dick, then slipped one shoulder off the red dress exposing a neat girlish tit which he ducked his head to immediately and suckled. Mike's legs turned to water as he felt the size of the thing swelling inside this man's pants and he tried ineffectually to push himself away with both hands against a muscular chest.

"People can see us from the road."

"OK doll, just you wait." He released Mike who scampered ahead of his long strides toward the house, wetter than ever, trembling with excitement and anxiety.

"Hey Patty, what about what I told you" Tyrone grunted as he reached the doorway.

"Yes" she replied. "Kneel down, Michelle."

"What?" Mike looked puzzled.

"Tyrone has a long-standing fantasy. I said you'd fulfill it. Kneel down and take his hose out. It's more of a python, actually. Suck him off here in the doorway. You've an appreciative audience in Diane." She pushed Mike to his knees in front of Tyrone who eagerly opened his belt and fly exposing lowcut briefs with leopard pattern

Kneeling, face next to the man's crotch Mike stared at the mound in the V of briefs made by the pants fly folding back either side. Reaching up he put his hand in to get it out and supressed a shudder at the size. It was too stiff and too large to pull into an upright position! He tugged at the pants and pulled them down, eyes fixed on the briefs rising out to meet him as Tyrone became even more excited. Hand on either side of the waistband he tugged the briefs down past the cock and it sprang upright, tight against the negro's belly, thick, veins pulsing, enormous. Mike tried to reach up to it but it was too long, the tip was too far away and it was so stiff and virile that it pressed against the purple belly and didn't want to be bent out toward Mike's lips. This dick didn't want to be perpendicular! Standing, his hand around the thing working the lower part of the shaft, he bent at the waist and took the circumsized head in his mouth, blew upon the top which swelled further, mushroomlike, found the frenum with his tongue and flicked it repeatedly.

"Suck, cunt" Tyrone groaned, hips heaving, leaning his weight back against the doorway. "Bin waitin', gotta helluva load to shoot. I didn't even jerk off last night for to give it you."

Mike panted, groaned himself, hating himself for what he was doing, loving the feel of it filling his mouth, longing to feel it spurt. Working his hand up and down the lower part, bobbing his head, he hadn't long to wait for across the lawn Diane watching all this was unable to stop herself putting her hand inside her pants and began to masturbate herself to climax. Seeing this Tyrone just went off like a pneumatic pump, hips jerking, cock thrusting down Mike's throat then involuntarily withdrawing, pumping thick hot white against Mike's palate and tongue, over his lips, nose, chin, throat.

"Don't worry" Tyrone panted reassuringly to Mike and Patty as Mike finished him off with an experienced hand. "I got plenty more milk where that came from."

"I hope so." Poking her tongue out at Diane still standing in her own doorway, hand in her pants, Patty closed the door, grabbed Tyrone's arm and Mike's hand and dragged them into the bedroom. "Before I get too jealous of you Mike I've a real treat for you. I'm going to let you feel what it really feels like to be a woman, or as close as you can get. No, not anal sex, sweetheart. Knock it all you like everyone, but when all the rest is just frills, when it comes to feeling like a woman, lying on your back legs open with a big man panting on top of you shagging you like an animal still beats everything. Undress, Michelle. You've laddered your stockings but leave them on anyway, it'll make Tyrone want us both more."

Trembling with anxious excitement Michelle pulled the dress off and was naked before their gazes. "Squeeze those lovely firm young tits, Tyrone" Patty coaxed, "while I slide your pants and briefs off. Ok, now the shirt." To excite more she drew her nails across Tyrone's belly. Turning, he tore her dress slightly as hungrily he yanked it down off her shoulders. She let him play with her breasts a while as she reached out to her husband and pulled away the elastic bandage holding his cock between his legs. It sprang to attention. "Michelle, lie on your back on the rug. Stop, stop Tyrone. You'll like this."

She lubricated her husband's hard cock then squatted over him and eased it into her behind. "Mmn..." She wriggled around a bit. "Feels good." Lying back onto his chest she opened her legs and Tyrone entered her. "Feel that, Michelle?" she asked. Through the thin wall separating her passages Mike felt the negro's long thick cock against his own, arousing him, rubbing him to orgasm. As Tyrone thrust in and out of Patty's cunt Mike's cock felt not like a cock, it felt like a vagina and the black's cock was inside him.

Patty slid her torso to one side onto the floor, and now directly over Mike fucking as he would a woman was the big black thrusting, humping, shoulder muscles bulging, sweat breaking out. Passively Mike lay, each thrust and withdrawal of Tyrone's staff stimulating him higher. He lost himself, felt for the first time entirely female being taken control of by a male. He didn't want to take his eyes off the sweating male bringing him to orgasm. Tyrone's fingers found his nipples and twisted them. Lips found his breasts and sucked, hard. Patty's moans took on a rhythmic unconscious animal quality. Or were they his own, Michelle's? Ah-oh-oh, ahhh....He was coming...Oh, lying back utterly passive, a cock in his vagina, thrusting up to his womb, it was wonderful. Tyrone's woman. "Oh, Tyrone, oh, oh thank you Patty" he cried in ecstasy.