La Crucifems, Part 14

Very little unusual happened during the next two months. Unusual for our lifestyle, that is. I'm sure that anyone who leads a mundane, "normal", life (in other words, the sort of life that my wife and I led just one year ago) would find virtually any occurrence in our daily lives to be bizarre, outrageous, repugnant, etc. We had progressed to the point that we truly no longer cared about the opinions of anyone outside our circle of friends and sisters whom we had met through La Crucifems.

For example, it was my practice to meet my wife, and indeed any of her sisters who visited our home, at the door while naked and on my knees. I would then welcome my wife or the visitor to our home, and then immediately drop to the floor and offer my services as a human toilet. If the person were gracious enough to accept my offer, then I would perform the required service and use my tongue to complete the job.

My lovely wife continued to spend three Saturday nights each month at the home of her best friend, Gloria, where the two would torture men, and sometimes women, in the basement. Following these stimulating sessions, they would then spend the rest of the night enjoying each other's body. The last Saturday was taken up by the regular monthly meeting of the Sisterhood.

When my wife returned the next day, I would again greet her at the door and perform my usual services. Afterwards, we would snuggle on the couch while she recounted the previous night's delights, and if she then became aroused by this recitation, I would be taken to our bedroom where some of the tortures of the session would be inflicted on my body.

As I said, just the usual sort of thing for us.

It had become our practice to use Gloria's basement, and the torture chamber therein, on one Friday night each month. I was usually the only "guest of honor" at these sessions, and had the loving attentions of both my wife and her lover. For some time now I had been looking forward to these monthly sessions with anticipation and growing arousal as the appointed day approached. It was my fondest wish that I could be tortured on a daily basis, but my worthless cock and balls could not recover quickly enough to meet that schedule.

It was now into the month of October, and we would have to wait for only two more meetings of La Crucifems before we would learn whether or not we would be honored by being invited to provide the "entertainment" at the New Year's Eve meeting. My next session in the basement was to be in a little over two weeks, and I was looking forward to it. Chrissy had perfected my cum control techniques to the point that I simply could no longer experience orgasm unless she ordered me to do so, and she would issue that particular order only once or twice a month. As you can imagine, I was in constant torment from the need to shoot my jism.

Any "normal" man would simply have grabbed his cock and proceeded to jack off, but that avenue was not allowed me. The Sisterhood stressed "cum control" as one of the first things a member should do to her husband or male lover, and Chrissy had wasted no time in following the time-honored practices of the club to bring me under her power. There was never any threat used by her to achieve my obedience. I was simply so much in love with her, and so dependent upon her, that it was beyond my power to go against her wishes. As with a puppy, the best way to train a man is with love, and Chrissy was one of the best at this.

I believe it was during this period, that is, two weeks before my upcoming session, when we were again sitting on the couch and having a "boy-girl" talk. She had been telling me about some of the illustrations she had seen in a book in Joanna's library, and how she would like to try them on me. I agreed that it sounded like a good idea, and asked her to tell me about them. As usual, she wouldn't give me any details about tortures that may be applied to me in the future, preferring to keep me in suspense until the appointed time.

She had given me permission to get hard during our talk, and my cock was soon standing at attention and looking around for the nearest implement of torture. She was fondling my genitals, working on her control techniques, when she said, "Do you realize that I'm the only one of the sisters, other than Marissa, who doesn't have a male lover?"

I said that I didn't know that, and that I thought that most of them were satisfied with the affairs they were having with one another. She replied, "No. Even Gloria screws other men, although none of them are regulars with her. If she gets a nice-size cock in the basement, she never passes up the opportunity to ride it. She doesn't let them cum in her though, because she knows I don't particularly like the taste of it when I lick her."

She continued, "Joanna has a regular 'stable' of men on call to come to her house for an overnighter, or maybe a whole weekend. Sonya has a man who she says she loves so much he's almost like a second husband to her. She says he often spends several days at their house, and he even sleeps in the same bed with her and Doug. All the others, except Marissa, as I said, have men on a regular basis."

I asked, "Do you want to take a lover? You surely know you don't need my permission to do it if you want to. I found that when we've talked about it in the past, I was more excited than jealous. If you want to fuck another man, or even have him move in here with us, that's fine with me. It wouldn't do anything other than make me love you all the more."

She hugged me, then went back to squeezing my balls for a few minutes, all the time instructing me to avoid all thoughts of ejaculating. After awhile she said again, "I think I've told you before about how some of our customers are pretty well-hung. Your dick certainly isn't small, but some of the others we've had down there are huge by comparison. We had one a month or so ago who we measured at almost thirteen inches long, and almost eleven inches around. That's a larger circumference than my wrist."

"Gloria was all over him as soon as we had him tied down. She tied a cord around the base of his cock so he couldn't cum, and then sat on it and fucked it for what seemed like an hour. I'd never seen her pussy so red after a session as it was that night. She said it felt like he'd stuck his whole arm in her cunt."

I could tell that my wife was intrigued with the idea of taking another man as a lover, and tried repeatedly to urge her to follow her own wishes in the matter. I assured her of my love, and said that if she wanted to bring another man to our bed, I'd simply move over to give them more room to enjoy each other, and then lick her clean when he was finished.

She said that it was easy to talk about something when it was all hypothetical, but that I might just act a little differently when push came to shove. By then, her punishment of my genitals had increased to the point that I was groaning with the strain of holding my cum in check. She said, "Maybe I'll really do it some day, then. You'd like seeing another man's monstrous cock disappearing into your wife's pussy, wouldn't you?" Again she viciously pinched my cock head, almost drawing blood with the force of it.

I gasped with the sudden rush of my increased arousal, and she then slid to the floor and knelt in front of me. Reaching into the drawer in the coffee table in front of the couch, she withdrew a wooden ruler and began using it to strike my cock and balls. While she was doing this, she kept telling me how much of a wimp I was to want my own wife to fuck another man, and then to suck the fresh semen from her cunt. Again and again, she beat my rigid member, while telling me that I really did want to watch her with another man, and maybe even help her lover fuck her.

She continued beating my cock, and finally yelled at me, "Cum now, damn you! Cum while your wife gets fucked by her lover!" As my jism spurted from the tip of my cock, she directed it onto my chest. As the last dribble was forced from the hole, she ordered me to wipe up my mess with my finger and then eat it.

As we sat cuddling, with me in the afterglow of a magnificent orgasm, nothing more was said about the topic of her taking a lover, but the images of her enjoying another man's organ continued to run through my brain.

As my Friday night appointment approached, I, as usual, tried to question my wife about what would be done to me at the session. And, as usual, she told me to "just fantasize" about it. I had learned that there was no way that my fantasies could ever match the reality, as Chrissy was simply the most inventive person in the world when it comes to thinking up new and different was to inflict pain and humiliation upon me.

We left for Gloria's house at the usual time, and arrived at approximately 7:00 in the evening. Chrissy never bothered to knock anymore, using Gloria's home as her own, as her friend did with ours. It was a standing rule that I was not allowed to be clothed after entering the house, so I always undressed quickly just inside the front door and hung my clothes in a nearby closet. As soon as I had done that, we proceeded to the basement and entered the torture chamber.

Gloria was standing there talking to a man, who, like me, was naked. As soon as he turned to face us, I saw that his cock, although not even semi-erect, was at least as large as mine when at full staff. Gloria smiled at Chrissy, and the two women greeted each other with a hug and kiss as usual.

Chrissy then turned to me and said, "Sweetheart, this is Carlyle, but we just call him 'Lyle'. He's been down here before, and we thought it would be nice to have him come back tonight." I immediately recalled memories of the pain and humiliation I had suffered at the hands, and cocks, of Erik and Robbie when I had been raped and whipped by them. Surely Chrissy wasn't planning a repeat of that session, was she? I knew that if the monstrous cock hanging from Lyle's crotch were inserted in my asshole, I'd probably be split wide open.

Chrissy saw the fear in my face, and reassured me by saying, "Don't worry sweetie. Lyle doesn't swing that way, so your precious little asshole is safe tonight." The other three laughed at my embarrassment and discomfort with the situation, but I was unable to join in. I was sure that the other man would be involved in some way with tonight's session, and was unsure just what his role would be.

Chrissy turned to Lyle, saying, "I think I've told you how under control Blair's little dickie is. Would you like a demonstration?" He smiled and nodded his head, and my wife looked at me and said, "Honey, I want you to get a hard-on right now. Don't touch the itty-bitty little thing. Just get it up now."

The three of them stared at my crotch, waiting to see my response. There was certainly very little erotic about the situation I now found myself in, but even so my cock began to stir. I looked down at it and saw it begin to twitch and swell, even though I hadn't placed even so much as a fingertip on the damn thing. It seemed to take less than 30 seconds before it was standing at full staff, and the others were laughing.

Lyle said to Chrissy, "I'd never seen that sort of thing before. How long did it take to train him like that?"

She answered, "Actually, not long at all. The Sisterhood has techniques that we use for that sort of thing, and they've been used and improved for centuries. I now have full control over his erections, and can even make him cum just by ordering him to. Of course, I don't let him do that very often. The hornier he is, the easier it is to train him."

Again the three laughed, and then Gloria said, "You know, I think that Lyle's cock is twice as large as Blair's. What do you think?"

Chrissy looked at my now erect penis, and then at the other man's still-soft one, and said, "It's hard to say, since Lyle's isn't hard." She then turned back to me, saying, "Sweetie-pie come here and help Lyle get it up." I didn't want to do any such thing, but couldn't disobey her request, so walked to her side.

"Well, don't just stand there like a big ninny. Get down on your knees and get him hard." She put her hands on the top of my shoulders and lightly pushed, indicating what she wanted me to do. I momentarily resisted, then as I saw her looking directly at me with that special look that means, "Get moving, or you'll be sorry", I dropped to my knees in front of him.

I simply didn't know how to help another man get an erection, so hesitantly placed one hand on his cock and begin to lightly stroke it. Chrissy laughed and said, "Not like that honey. Use your mouth. You know, like you did with your cousin, and with Erik and Robbie." I immediately felt my face burning with shame and embarrassment.

She placed her hand on the back of my head and pushed it toward the soft dick in front of me. Gloria reached down and lifted the thing and held it out to me, saying, "Open wide, faggot. Here's your dream come true."

I opened my mouth, and as Chrissy continued pushing my head forward, Lyle's cock head passed my lips. I was instantly reminded of a few weeks before, when Erik had first placed his erection in my mouth and I was struck by how soft and smooth the head was. Again, I had that sensation. After the head was completely in my mouth, Chrissy ordered me to begin licking and sucking on it.

In only a few seconds, I heard him sigh and say how good that felt. I knew by the stirrings in his penis that my attentions were having an effect. His cock came erect quickly as the blood flowed into it, and soon no more than one-third of the thing would fit in my mouth. I was afraid that I would be ordered to open my throat and accept his full length, but the women took pity on me.

Chrissy said, "Okay, sweetie, that's enough. I know you'd like to make him cum in your mouth, but we need to save that for later. Now stand up here so we can see who's the better man."

Lyle and I then stood side-by-side and the two women knelt in front of us and made a great show of measuring our cocks and then commenting on the numbers. Gloria said that since I knew all about math she thought I should be the one to remember all the measurements and add them up.

I could tell just by looking that Lyle's member was probably

twice the size of mine, and felt a momentary embarrassment, until I decided there was nothing I could do about it and would just let the girls have their fun with me.

After the measurements were taken, and I had added them, Lyle's total dimension wasn't twice mine, but darn close. Gloria then said to him, "It looks like you're the winner by a head, Lyle. Or maybe I should say by a length." The other three laughed, and I managed a wan smile.

Chrissy looked at him and said, "As the winner of the contest, you get your choice of a prize. Your options are a blow job from Blair or a piece of ass from the woman of your choice." I looked at my wife as she offered her pussy to this man, and could see that she was hoping to be his choice. I knew then that the time had come when she would feel a cock other than mine in her delicious cunt.

Blair didn't hesitate for even a moment, making me sure that this whole scene had been arranged beforehand. He took Chrissy's hand and raised it above their heads, saying, "I've already fucked Gloria several times, and Blair sucked me a few minutes ago, but I've never had my cock in this sweet little pussy here. Let's take care of that right now."

I could tell that Chrissy was already excited by the thought of being fucked by the large cock standing at attention between Lyle's legs. She placed her hand on it and squeezed, saying, "I hereby award my cherry to this monstrous cock. I've never in my life been fucked by anything even close to this size, and I'm betting it'll feel just like having my cherry busted all over again."

She turned to me and told me to get her clothes off as soon as possible, so that she could feel what a "real cock" felt like. As I was undressing her, Gloria kept teasing me because I was preparing my own wife to be fucked by another man.

As soon as Chrissy was naked, she sank to her knees in front of Lyle and began caressing and praising his penis, saying that it was the most wonderful thing she'd ever seen, and that she just knew it would be the best fucking she'd ever had. She then pulled him down and told him to lie on his back, saying, "There's no way in Hell I'm letting you on top of me. You'd kill me if you tried to put all that meat in me."

She looked at me and said, "Honey, could you please get the head wet for me? That'll help it go in easier." I knew from the overpowering scent from her pussy that she was as wet as she'd ever been with the excitement she was feeling at being fucked by another man while I watched. Her asking me to wet his cock head was supposed to further humiliate and excite me, and had nothing to do with easing his entry into her very special pussy.

As always, I was completely in her power and knelt beside Lyle and started licking the head of his cock to wet it with my saliva. Even then, I knew deep inside that I found this situation erotic, and that I was also aroused just thinking about what was going to happen. As Lyle became even more stimulated by my tongue, a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip of his cock. I felt a sudden urge to taste it, for I knew that in a few minutes Chrissy would make me suck his cum from her pussy, and I wondered what the taste would be like.

Chrissy saw me lick up the drop of pre-cum and pretended to be upset with me, saying, "My God, can't you even wait until your own wife has a chance? I know you want to suck him off, but you'll just have to wait your turn. I get his first cum."

She then pushed me out of the way and straddled him, preparing to lower her pussy to his manhood. I was transfixed by what was about to happen, and far from being in the least bit jealous, was becoming more and more aroused.

Chrissy said softly to me at that point, "Sweetie, please guide his cock into my cunt. I want you to show me that you want this for me." I realized that she actually did want my approval of what she was about to do, and wasn't merely trying to add to my humiliation. I looked deep inside myself then, and realized that it was true that I wanted her to do this, to feel joy and excitement by feeling another man's cock buried deep in her pussy, and to expand her sexual horizons even more.

I reached out to his penis and took the shaft in my hand. Chrissy lowered herself even more, and I moved the head so that it was aligned with her dripping hole. She again lowered herself, and I saw about half of the head disappear inside her. She moaned, and gasped, "Jesus Christ in Heaven! That can't be a cock, you must have put his leg in me instead. It'll never fit."

Even as she was saying this, she was lowering her body still further, and soon the entire head was inside her. She began to move up and down on her impaler, and I could hear the sounds of her wetness. She was moaning and groaning continuously now, and seemed to become more aroused with each stroke. Gloria took up position behind Chrissy and reached around her and began to caress her breasts. The nipples, which had been hard before, seemed to grow as I watched them, and she gasped in delight at this double stimulation she was receiving.

When I looked again at their joined crotches, I saw that Lyle's cock was now buried in her pussy to about one-half its length, which had so recently been measured as almost thirteen inches. That meant that the amount of cock she was now feeling was nearly the total amount she'd ever had from me. Of course, his circumference was also nearly twice mine, and I knew that particular dimension was the one most important to a woman.

She was almost crying with the intensity of the passion she was feeling, but managed to gasp out to me, "Oh, honey. He's so big. I didn't know it could feel so good to be fucked. Oh God! He's huge. I've never even imagined that such a thing could fit in me." She then reached a fever pitch of arousal, and I heard that little moan in her throat that brings me so much pleasure, because it signals her orgasm is very close and she will soon be feeling that most intense pleasure that the Creator has granted to us.

Lyle's dick was now almost two-thirds of its length into her pussy, and I realized that she didn't have room for any more of it, even though she would probably have willingly allowed herself to be torn apart in order to take it all. She tossed her head back and released her little cry that means she had begun to orgasm, and Gloria increased her efforts on my wife's breasts by pinching and jerking on the nipples. I have no way of knowing how long her orgasm lasted, because time stood still for me. I was simply overcome by the erotic feelings I was having, and by the pleasure I felt in knowing my wife was feeling even more pleasure than I.

Finally Chrissy quieted, and her rocking motions ceased. Gloria released her nipples, and leaned around to kiss her deeply and passionately. Lyle was lying there quietly, his hips rocking slightly as he tried to continue the stimulation he was feeling. I couldn't believe he had not yet released his semen in my wife's pussy. Surely the stimulation he received from her tightness would have put him over the edge by now. Chrissy answered my unasked question by telling me, "He can't come without pain. Grab his balls and squeeze them as hard as you can."

I reached around behind my wife and placed one of my hands on his big balls, and began to squeeze. Chrissy and Gloria both were yelling at me, saying things like, "Bust the God-damned things! Squeeze his eggs until they break! Harder! Give it to him now, he wants it!" In less than half a minute, I heard Lyle groan loudly and his hips started to buck. I knew that he had finally found the release his body craved, and envied him. My own cock was painfully erect, and the pre-cum was literally dripping from the hole.

Chrissy looked dreamily at me, then smiled and asked softly, "Ready, my love?" With no hesitation, and no pretense at not understanding what she meant, I lay on the floor beside her and opened my mouth. She smiled again, then lifted herself from Lyle's now semi-erect cock. I heard that sensous sucking sound that meant she was full of love juices, both hers and his. She moved so that she was straddling my head and immediately lowered her brimming pussy to my waiting mouth.

I didn't need her telling me to, "Suck it from me, my love. It's yours to have now." I saw the smears of his cum on the precious folds of her cunt, and could see how wide-open her hole still was, and how even then his jism was beginning to drip from it. As she settled to my face, I sent my eager tongue flicking everywhere as quickly as I could. As soon as my tongue was covered by the juices, I greedily swallowed them, and then went back for more.

When no more cum dripped from her pussy, I closed my lips around the delicious opening and gently sucked, being quickly rewarded by what seemed an entire mouthful of their mixed juices. I was disappointed when there were no further rewards to be had, and Chrissy lifted herself from me.

"Did you like that, my dearest?" I tried to speak, but could not form the words, and instead nodded my head. In truth, I thought that the experience was simply the most erotic that I had ever experienced, even though it was very much different that the arousal I experienced when being tortured. The height of my arousal was evident from the condition of my cock, which was swinging wildly back and forth, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its path.

Chrissy then said, "I think you boys need to take care of each other now, don't you? I was unsure of what she meant, but Lyle obviously wasn't. He moved to lie beside me, with his head at my crotch and mine at his. He placed a hand on my hip and urged me to roll onto my side, facing him. His cock was then right in front of me, and I could see that it was wet with even more of the delicious juices that I had so recently swallowed.

I felt his hand on my penis, and when I looked down, saw him take it into his mouth. I had the most incredible rush of sensation as I felt for the first time another man's tongue and lips on my member. Chrissy then lifted Lyle's cock to my mouth. I didn't need any instructions on what to do this time, and simply opened my mouth and moved my head forward. As I licked and sucked his cock, I could feel him doing the same to me.

It almost seemed as if I were licking and sucking my own cock, something every man has wished the ability to do. As my tongue flicked over the cock in my mouth, I could feel the action being repeated on mine. I then, for the first time, truly understood what Chrissy had meant when she had told me so long ago that only a woman could truly know how to lick a pussy, and she thought the same would apply to a man licking another man's dick.

I knew I would always treasure the memory of when Chrissy had taken my dick into her mouth, and let me cum there, the day after I had viewed the tape of the special gift session. However, I knew now that what she had done to me then was but a pale imitation of a true blow job. What Lyle was doing to me now had to be what nature intended for men to feel. He seemed to instinctively know what would arouse me to the highest pitch, and then he did it. I knew that my arousal was now at the level where I would soon be unable to control myself, and silently pleaded with Chrissy to order me to cum.

As always seemed to be the case, she knew my distress and responded to it. She leaned over my ear, whispering, "Cum now, my love. Let him savor your taste as you so recently savored his. Cum now."

Once again, time seemed to stop for me. I felt my hips spasm forward, and then an instant later felt Lyle squeezing my balls as hard as he could, and then grinding them together viciously. As the erupting semen reached the head of my cock, it burned like liquid fire. As it continued to spurt into his mouth, I could hear him swallowing, and that seemed to make my balls redouble their efforts to empty themselves of every atom of cum contained within them.

Finally the spasms ended, and Lyle released my balls. As I gasped for breath, his dick fell from my mouth, and I realized that I missed it. It seemed to be an old friend now, and had been the source of so much pleasure to me this evening. I saw it shrinking as it retreated to its usual place between his legs, and marveled at what a wondrous thing is the penis. This source and root cause of most of the evil, and most of the pleasure, in this world appears so innocent when soft, yet holds such potential for harm. At that instant, I understood as never before why any man would voluntarily offer his "special gift" to the Sisterhood. He simply wanted to remove himself from the sway this small thing had over his life.

Chrissy rolled me over on my back and began kissing me and hugging me. She was almost in tears from the intensity of the emotion she was feeling, and could barely gasp out the words, "You wonderful man. Never has there been a husband like you. I love you with all my heart."

I returned her hugs and kisses, and repeated over and over how much I loved her, now even more than ever.

As our passions quieted, we stood and all smiled at one another, feeling as if we were in the company of our closest friends. Even though Gloria had done very little to participate in the frenzied coupling that had taken place this evening, and indeed had even remained dressed the whole time, she was smiling and laughing along with the other three of us.

Chrissy told me to go on home without her, and then thanked Lyle for joining them this evening for the session. As the two of us walked up the stairway to locate our clothes, we had our arms around one another, just as if we were lifelong friends.

As we dressed just inside the front door, I realized that Lyle was not just another customer of my wife and Gloria. I remembered the arrangements that Gloria and Don had made to protect their security, and knew that in an ordinary case, Lyle would now be lying beneath a blanket in the back of their van, and Don would be driving him to some pick-up point in the city.

As we prepared to leave the house, we hugged. I can truly say that never in my life have I hugged another man while having sexual feeling toward him. I began to think of him as being as much my lover as Chrissy's, and was looking forward to the next time we would meet.

We went to our separate vehicles at the curb, with much waving and calls of "good-bye". I returned home, and think that Lyle did the same. As I prepared for bed, I couldn't help but remark the warm glow I was feeling, both at having found a new friend and lover, but also at the realization that my wife had been right. Men are better at sucking cock. I was hoping that she and Gloria were right now proving the obverse of this: women are better at licking pussy. Holding this thought in mind, sleep came easily to me, and I don't know whether or not I dreamed that night, because when I awoke the next morning, I had no memories of doing so.

Chrissy returned at the usual time, as always, and I met her at the door and welcomed her, as usual. After she had fed me my usual Sunday "lunch", and I had cleaned up, we snuggled on the couch, again as usual.

She asked, "Are you okay with what happened last night?" I could tell by the concerned expression on her lovely face, and the tone of her voice that my answer was important to her, so I paused to get it just right.

"I'm more than okay with every part of it. Even with all my assurances in the past, when I told you that I wouldn't be jealous of another man, I really wasn't sure, deep down, that was the entire truth."

"Last night, even up to the point where you lowered yourself onto Lyle's cock, I still wasn't 100% sure, even though I knew that I would do nothing whatsoever to stop it. When I saw the look of joy and passion on your face, and knew how much you were truly aroused, all my doubts vanished. I think I loved you more then than ever before, and that shouldn't be possible. I loved you so much that I could feel my heart bursting, and then that love was transferred in part to the man who was giving you that joy. I simply can't say any more than that I love both of you very much, and I want you and Lyle to be happy in sharing your passion for one another. If you find some small place for me in your sharing, I'll be even more happy."

Then I continued, after again pausing to get my thoughts in order, "You knew all along that I needed what happened last night, didn't you? You knew that I'd always felt the need to share love with a man, to feel that special sort of thing that comes when I'm sucking him and he's sucking me. It's incredible how you could have known such a thing, when I would have denied it with every fiber of my being."

Chrissy hugged me even closer then, and finally whispered, "I knew how I felt when another woman was making love to me, and how special it was to lick her and feel her doing the same to me. It's impossible to describe the feedback loop that happens then, just as if I were somehow licking my own pussy. Is that what you felt last night?"

I told her that there was no keeping anything from her, as she could obviously read my mind. She chuckled, then said, "Now let's go have a nice Sunday-afternoon nap. I'm exhausted." We walked to the bedroom and did just that.

To be continued . . .