My stepfather, his son, and I at 20 years old CHAPTER 6

I left the bathroom produced, black high-heeled sandals, fine red stockings, garter belt, tiny red thong or panties, short white pleated skirt, very short and my butt was visible with the thong, low-cut beige blouse. Red-painted lips and nails. When I came out, Horacio stood up and started applauding, an attitude that Gaspar joined in on. Always Horacio serious and always Gaspar with an air of mockery or laughter. But I felt that both of them enjoyed looking at me. They turned me into a woman and minutes later into a submissive, desiring slut. Horacio ordered me to walk from one wall to the other without looking them in the face, looking at the floor and moving my butt while occasionally squeezing my breasts. That's what I did and I lasted quite a while, when I stopped or tried to, Horacio reminded me that the order was still in effect and I should only stop when he told me to. I complied, more and more, always complying.

After a while, Gaspar said... come on, Pa... make her pose so I can open her like a bitch.... I remember these words literally, textually, word for word, said just like that. The expression "pose" or "get on the floor" also sounded funny to me. I would also be a dessert. I felt it that way. And that combination excited me a thousand times, being prostrate and serving as a dessert. I think that's my function, my place in the world, my intimate being outside for the only thing I serve, to serve.

Horacio orders me to get on all fours and say nonstop: Please, break my ass. That's what I did, while feeling that they were approaching, if I tried to stop saying it, Horacio or Gaspar reminded me that the order was still in effect, that no one told me to stop shouting like a slut in heat. And I kept saying, twenty, fifty, eighty times; Please, break my ass.

Horacio approached from the front and managed to interrupt my words by putting his cock in my mouth, and from behind, Gaspar approached and after giving me four or five strong slaps on the butt, pulled aside the red thong, thrust one or maybe two fingers into my ass, and then rested his cock and penetrated me very hard and fast. I wanted to scream in pain but Horacio gave me a strong and necessary slap and buried his cock deeper in my throat. I had one that caused me strong pain in my ass, I had another that choked me and produced silent gagging, due to its size and penetration, I wanted to vomit and couldn't. After a few minutes of this suffering, the pleasure followed inexorably. My dilated ass felt Gaspar's cock entering and exiting, my throat, already surrendered, received with abundant saliva that dripped from Horacio's cock more and more inside and more and more forcefully. For the first time, I achieved the great triumph of a total slut. A simple submissive man, feminized by his masters, now enjoyed his condition, and after the storm, the sun, one face of suffering, another face of pleasure, of that coin for which my two-entry piggy bank... was born. ...