The Perfect Beginning Ch. 30 - Finale

Whispered into his ear, "Oh my god, you so look like a girl here!  That's my little sister.  Little girly-girl likes cock, don't you?"

Tim just nodded while his sister beamed her happy-happy smile. "Needy, little cock-whore."

In spite of how hot it all was, Sister Ann said, "This is where it gets good."

Suddenly it was clear to Tim that this was the second showing.  All three of these women had watched a live feed of his deflowering. 

There was a hidden camera!

At that point, he simply could not be anymore ashamed. 

Was everybody in the house watching us? 

Yes, most of them were.

Throughout the sex, he'd heard the occasional rumble of commotion and it dawned on him that those were crowd noises. It was the audience. They were cheering for his Master.

Although Tim was very much a central element to the evening's entertainment, Michele was the star.  She simply looked stunningly beautiful as she absolutely mastered her boy-property in the most intimate and elegantly dominant way.  Accented in her wedding finery, veil, heel's and underwear, she looked as she felt, which is to say she looked at once delicately pretty while somehow amazingly powerful.  

That's me becoming Her wife.  

As though reading his mind, gently into his ear, "You are going to be the hottest, little wifey.  After the show, I'm not sure she's going to be able to keep you from the Ladies.  Be a good wifey, obey."

As though in a trance, "Always obey."

"That's right, little brother. And always, always, always try to make yourself hotter and more fuckable. That's part of your job now. Being fuckable will be like your new obsession."

"I know." And he did. He knew it would be something he'd be thinking about constantly.

"And this is the thing: if you're going to be a hot fuckable, good, little wifey, Michele will only be satisfied if she knows other women want to do you too. Being her submissive arm candy needs to be everything to you when you two are in public. Make other women envious of her by making them want to fuck you too."

"Yes."

While Tim moaned and at times squealed as he writhed like some sort of beast, Michele looked composed, elegant and somehow regal.  Certainly retaining her bridal under-clothing helped but it was not about clothing.  Even as a young girl, when Michele exerted power, she looked haughty and her most dignified and graceful.  She looked like the Girl Princess coming into adulthood.  Of course everybody knew Michele had been an adult since she was an under-school girl, but even now, she looked so very young and fresh-faced.

She was now married at an extremely young age. She could have stood in the middle of a pig-pen with whip in hand while breaking the will of a 500 pound pig and she would have appeared sophisticated and graceful. 

As it was on screen, she had Tim by two handfuls of hair, his head pulled all the way back so he looked up at the ceiling, as she used her grip to push and pull him back hard on her cock.  She was on one knee while the other leg was stepped out to Tim's side.  In that moment he squealed and he was her pig, her boy-sow.

Whispered into his ear, "Oh my god, you're like a little bridal whore.  You need it like so bad!"  She laughed.

Tim could only agree because he could see what Becky saw.  What she said was plainly evident.

Needy whore.  I still want it.

He wished she were still fucking him.

Becky repositioned herself on the bed, down by his legs.  She wanted to spank his cock and squeeze his balls as they watched some more.

Even with her delicate marital underwear and headdress with veil, and maybe in part because of it, Michele looked like a warrior queen fucking her vanquished foe into total submission. 

Yet there was so much more to it than fucking her foe.  She was also making love to her boy.  Though occasionally rough, she was also gentle.  The rakes of her fingernails tickled more than not.  Most of the slaps she administered were pretty gentle. She pulled his hair, but did not yank it.  She simply wanted her boy to feel well used.  She was very loving in the way she dominated and fucked him. 

Even having had just watched it all moments before, all assembled, including Tim, were amazed watching the spectacle a second time.

They'd only watched about twenty minutes, less than a third of the performance when the second TV came to life.  They'd only watched a fraction of the show but their disappointment at its conclusion was short lived.

*

The image was at first totally blurry as the operator who'd activated the camera, was too close to the lens.  As she moved back a bit, a close up of Michele came into focus. 

Tim realized she must be on her knees as some man's hairless and heavily muscled thigh was right next to her face.  Tim's mouth fell open in shock and disbelief.  He felt his stomach sink as he realized that his Love, the woman he married, was with another man.

On our wedding night!

What the fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  What is she doing?  She needs to be here with me!

"I hope you can hear me," said his wife while looking as happy as she'd ever looked in her life.  "I really do hope this is working.  I'm really excited and I know you are all excited for me. Well...maybe not you, my little boy-bride, but I know eventually, you will be. 

"Each and every one of you have been such a big part of my life and my growth and have helped me, specifically as it relates to this particular, BIG challenge." 

At that, her eyebrows shot up and her smile got somehow bigger and she reached up and manipulated the man next to her such that it became clear that what was right next to her face was not his thigh, but his cock. 

Michele bent it down, which was no easy matter considering how absolutely rigid it was and all of them saw the thickest, hardest man-cock any of them had ever seen...or could imagine seeing. 

Michele and her guy moved a couple of feet further from the camera and the screen showed Michelle on her knees with her stud seen from just below his chest to his feet.  

The collective attention of those watching moved back and forth between Devon's massive cock and Michele's excited joy.  

His cock was almost as long as any the three ladies had ever seen, but it was by far the fattest.  Fat did not describe it really as there was nothing soft about it.  Likely eight inches in length, it stood at such rigid attention that it seemed forged from steel.  It was the Incredible Hulk of cocks.  All of them were hypnotized by it.

Until that is, they refocused their attention on Michele.  None had ever seen Michele this way before.  She looked so excited as to be down right giddy; she was the thrilled, little girl who just got a pony for her birthday.  She simply could not wipe the smile from her face. 

As haughty, regal and masterful as she looked while fucking Tim, she looked just the opposite here.  She looked like the most excited and happiest little girl in the world.

"Isn't it beautiful?"  

As though from far away, "Yes."  None of them looked at Becky but they all knew she looked as hypnotized as they all felt. 

They all, at least silently said the same thing.  Tim, just as much as the women, though his emotional response was quite different.  He saw the perfection of this man's cock not with desire but with dread. 

At last, Tim now knew what manhood looked like.  All along, he reserved some hope that Michele had just been playing him and that his penis was not really as small as she'd said it was. 

She'd named it Missy as to her, it was downright girlish in size and had also called him babydick, pantycock and half a dozen other names to belittle his anatomical inadequacy.  He'd maintained a sliver of a hope that she was playing a psychological game with him and he was not really so small. 

He now knew she wasn't.  Tim was small and this guy was big.  He felt on the verge of a panic attack.  

Why?  Why is she doing this?  We just got married for god's sake!

"I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.  I'm so grateful to get to un-wrap and play with the marriage present I've most looked forward to.  Look."  She demonstrated that she could not encircle it with thumb and forefinger.  Nor could she get anywhere close to doing so.  Her thumb and the tip of her index finger had to be somewhere greater than three inches from touching.

Devon's cock reminded Tim of a can of Coke with a big, bulbous dome on top of it.

Becky made the same broken circle with thumb and forefinger and made a show of bringing it down and around Tim's hard cock to clearly demonstrate just how much more of a man Devon was than Tim.  In girth, Devon was easily three times Tim's size. 

Maybe four. Definitely four.  Four of my cocks together...only longer. 

He was absolutely forlorn.

Ann and Krista appreciated what Becky had done for her little brother and gave her approving smiles.  

Bursting with excitement, Becky once more positioned herself behind the headboard. This back and forth continued throughout the show.

She leaned in and whispered, "She's with a man now.  You will never measure up, little brother."  She giggled her little-girl, big sister vengeance in his ear.

Michele pursed her lips dramatically and gave her cock a long, sucky kiss right on the underside, below the obscenely massive head.  

None could get over how like a sexy, little girl she was.

Continuing to smile brightly, she then opened her mouth slightly and for three of four seconds, sucked on the very tip of his cock. 

Once more, she looked right into the camera and Tim felt she was looking right into him, her smiling eyes burned his soul. 

Really giving herself to it, she licked the length of his cock and then opened wide and took as much of it in her mouth as she could and gently sucked him.  With an ordinary sized man, they'd have all seen her cheeks hollow as she sucked, but his cock was so massive, she could only fit most of the head in her mouth.  As she pulled away, a trail of saliva trailed from his cock to her smiling, lower lip.  Looking in the camera, she unselfconsciously wiped it away and caught her breath.  Her eyes were big and she was rapturous with joy.

Waving like a little girl at the camera, "Hi, girls."

The women smiled brightly.  They saw their sister's joy and were so happy for her.  "You go, girl," replied Krista.

Michele openly marveled at the beautiful cock right next to her face.  She had a hard time keeping her hands off of it.  While holding it, she looked to camera with eyebrows drawn to center and a gaping mouth and mouthed to her friends a silent, Oh my god, look at this thing!  It's huge!

"Indeed it is," replied Krista.

"Now I need to have a word with my boybride, my wifey."

Tim felt sick.  Michele did not see him as a man and reminded him of this with great regularity.  He'd made peace with this and was in his strange way, aroused by it.  Yet to be referred to as a "boybride," and "wifey" by the love of his life, in front of his rival, on his wedding night, was a severe kick to the balls.

My little-boy balls.

Michele looked right into the camera and seemed to be trying to look solemn and understanding of his pain, but not quite being able to fully erase the happiness from her face, she addressed her love.  "Is little, baby-boy sad?" she said in her familiar baby voice.  Her smile erupted once more before she could put it away. 

She then leaned in and kissed her massive play toy, looked back at the camera with her smile renewed. 

"Don't be sad now.  Remember, I picked you.  Remember that.  Feel special.  You are the one I chose to be my obedient bride, my good, little bitch.  You're my wifey now."  She smiled broadly at the camera.

Tim could hardly breath.

"Devon could never be that for me.  He's a man."  She showed her pretend sad face and then went back to smiling.  "God, what a man!" said with utter longing. 

"We were so good, both of us.  We waited soooooo long for our wedding night to lose our virginity and though I'm not quite there yet, it was all worth it.  We've taken care of you, now it's my turn. 

"Now I thought about doing this with you but..." Michele then laughed, "I'm just kidding. 

"Oh my god, look at this!"  She turned and kissed his cock once more. 

"You have a babydick...and you are a pantycock," she gave her pretend sad face that morphed into a meangirl smile.  "Every day, your little penis is adorned in girly, little under-panties." 

Turning her attention up to Devon, "Oh my god, do you know what we call his little baby-dick?"

They all heard a muffled response and then watched Michele laugh in response.  

"We call it Missy!"  More laughter.  "His little baby dick gets a cute little sissy-girl name."  Listening,  "No, I'm not kidding!  And he wears panties every day."  

Muffled response.

"No, I'm very serious, he wears them every day! Like a delicate, little girl."

They both laughed some more and the ladies in the audience laughed with them.

His stated inadequacy pretty much said it all.  

Back to camera, she quickly brought her hand up to cover her O-shaped mouth and with a sudden intake of breath, eyes wide, "You didn't really think that when I said all those years ago that we'd lose our virginity on our wedding night that I meant that you'd get to... That I'd let you...  Oh my god, never!"  She laughed at the mere idea. 

Trying to sound sad, yet still smiling, "Oh...you did.  You thought I meant you. 

"I feel so sad for you.  Poor baby, thought you were going to get to fuck me.  I bet you really, really wanted to.  At last, you'd be a man!" she laughed at the notion.  "Poor, poor little baby-dick boy.  You thought you'd get to push your icky, wicky, sicky, little dicky-poo inside my tight, wet, hot, little pussy.  That's so sad," she said with a vicious smile. 

"You want to know a secret?  I almost feel guilty, but...well, not really.  I have to admit, I think it's kind of funny. 

"For all these years, you thought on our wedding night, you were going to get to fuck me.  You'd climb Mt. Michele, plant your flag and claim your manhood.  Let me assure you, no amount of fucking will ever make you a man.  Ever.  Your little penis is too small to take seriously.  You could NEVER satisfy a woman with that tiny, toy baby-dick. 

"I have needs, little-one.  Master has needs that little boy could never take care of.  Come on, panty-boy, get real!  That's too funny. 

"You thought you were going to get to fuck me, but you got bent over instead.  You got fucked.  Getting soundly fucked is just part of being a good wife. 

"Turns out, that's as much fucking as you will ever get.  Consider that.  As a boy, you will always be a virgin.  Always. You'll never be a man and always be a virgin...of sorts. 

"Yet as my bitch, you will get fucked soundly, on a fairly regular basis.  Don't go getting a big head about it, but you are a good fuck.  I think I got two puns in that one.  Yay, me.  Anyway, I know how badly you just have to have it.  Needy, little bitch.

"Now I want you to not think about your sadness.  Instead, I want you to be happy for me."  Gently holding Devon's cock, "This makes me happy.  "You are not mad at me are you?  Remember, this makes me truly happy.  You want me to be happy, don't you?"

Tim hated this and hated his response because he did.  He wanted her to be happy even when it seemed he shouldn't.  Before he could even respond, Sister Ann began squeezing his already very swollen balls in order to prompt the proper response.

"Yes!  Yes, I do! Yes, Master!" he said aloud.

As though she could hear his response and fully assured he gave one, "I knew you would."

She turned and began sucking her perfect cock-pop again.

*

As Michele walked down the hall to the room where she was to meet Devon and enjoy her best marriage present, she reassured herself that she was doing the right thing. 

Upon Krista's advice, she opened up to Devon about her anxiety about intercourse and what was at the bottom of it all.  Krista knew that Michele could trust Devon with her anxiety and through discussion, diffuse the situation. 

Devon got it, in all of its complexity.  He saw it from Michele's point of view and even related to some of her concerns. 

He too experienced anxiety over wanting to experience surrender to another. 

This was how they were so much alike and so totally different from Tim.  They both wanted a taste, and not much else.  Each of them fully valued their strength, individuality and autonomy. 

Once the ice was broken, they spoke excitedly about how fun it could be to surrender to someone who "really knows me," and who understood it was all just a fun, kinky game. 

This meant so much to Michele because she knew just how far things could go; she had Tim to remind her. 

They discussed how they could enjoy their kinky power games together, but on Michele's wedding night, only she would give in to Devon.  She'd take her turn dominating Devon later.

Talking with Devon turned out to be the best possible thing. 

He liked her idea to tape her deflowering of Tim, but Devon expressed misgivings about his own taping.  Yet this was an extremely important event to Michele and she knew it would be for Tim as well.  It was part of her wedding night and she viewed it as sacred.  She'd want to see this again, possibly many times and with Tim.  She was already sure Tim would watch this many, many times.  Devon understood and trusted Michele's discretion.  

*

As she knelt next to Devon and activated the camera feed, she was so excited.  She was fully self conscious about what she was doing and how she was doing it.  She was so well practiced at this, but having a large TV monitor right next to the camera made it all as clear as could be. 

Her excited, little girl, joy was utterly real, but what was interesting to her was knowing how it was affecting Tim.  She felt like she was in two worlds at the same time.  She was here with Devon, yet she was in Tim's mind.  She felt and showed all her sexy, little girl excitement but she was intimately aware of how it would be affecting her boy.  She knew how he'd be interpreting all of it.  Behind her doe eyes and little girl giggles, she smoldered with hot, dominant sexual intensity. 

See it, baby boy.  See what Babysitter needs.  See what you can't give me.  See what you will never give me.  See him own me. 

Stoking his insecurity, destroying his confidence and nurturing his dependence aroused her beyond any physical stimulation.  She loved that even though she was with Devon, she was still sharing an intimacy with her boy.  In their special way, she was making love to Tim.  She was making humiliation-love to him and she felt closer to him for it.  She wondered which world she'd be in when she actually came.

As he mounted her, she looked him in the eyes, "Please...be gentle." 

She looked to the camera with a smile, knowing what her words did to her boy.  Her legs were splayed and her knees where bent as she lay on her back.  She knew he would be gentle as he was a very experienced lover.  He knew he had an unusually large cock and he'd learned to use it responsibly.  He might have had a huge dick, but he wasn't one.  

She and Krista had been using strap-ons for a while and then when she took Becky, she explored Becky's extensive toy collection.  Fortunately, Becky liked big toys.  Fully aware that this moment was coming, Michele had prepared herself.  She never used a toy quite as large as Devon (as large as Becky's toys were, none were as thick as he was), but she did get close enough to be ready for his girth such that she would enjoy it.

Slowly, he pushed into her waiting sex.  She was grateful that spanking and fucking Tim had her rather lathered up.