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I weakly began moving up and down on his cock, feeling his cock opening my anal passage despite all the ass fucking I already had. Whether he had been just toying with me, or he decided he hadn't recovered enough after all, he encouraged me off his cock. I sighed from the feeling of his cock slipping from my ass. They needed more beer, he said. Before I could take more than a step, though, he called me to a stop.

"Bend over, Trixie, and spread those cheeks," he casually directed me.

I did as instructed, of course. I knew what he was doing, and it was so graphic, so obscene.

"Trixie, look at me," he added. I did. I turned my head and shoulders while holding my ass directly at him. He was holding his phone, just as I knew he would be. More humiliation for Phil. "Tell us, Trixie, what's it like to have your asshole gaped like that by real cocks?"

Maybe I should have been furious, defiant, or resistant. But all that was slipping away from me, especially after being fucked... damn, and fucked so fucking well. My hair fell across my face, and I whipped my head to move it off. In the process, I felt my over-sized tits swing, and I strained back a bit more to gaze at Thomas... and the phone.

"It feels fucking amazing is how it feels. I can feel that my asshole is open and cum from how many fuckings leaking from it. I don't know what I like better: my cunt fucked or my ass fucked. I don't understand, but why do I have to understand? I love your cocks in my cunt and ass."

I was in the kitchen before I wondered where all that had come from. What I wondered wasn't if what I blurted out was truly how I felt. It was. What I wondered was how I could say all that when I knew Phil would hear it with a clear view of my gaping asshole.

If, upon returning with more beer, I thought what I had experienced was on the extreme side of sex, I was to learn the meaning of extreme, at least to that point in my journey into slutty sex.

After distributing the beers, I settled in front of Thomas and began licking and sucking his cock. I wasn't sure why I did that. He hadn't asked or indicated for me to do it. What I did feel, though, was a growing connection to the dominance and control that came from him. He very gently stroked my cheek before lifting my chin with his finger. That was something else that developed, and perhaps was what I was responding to. Thomas gave me pleasure and excitement beyond my imagination in fantasies, and his dominance over me was often tempered with humor and gentleness.

"Thank you, Trixie," he softly said, our eyes connected. "I do love the feel of your mouth, or cunt, or ass around my cock." I smiled up at him. "But Aaron and Tom will be next to enjoy you."

I smiled again. Still not sure why those words should bring that response, but it did. He was demanding, but he was also very reinforcing and encouraging of my efforts. I kissed his cock before crawling to Aaron and stopping. Tom wasn't close to Aaron. I couldn't manage them together. I took Aaron's cock into my hand and gazed at Tom, who had Anne in his lap. She wiggled off his lap to her knees and came to me with a powerful kiss on my lips.

"I'll help you, slut," she gasped into my mouth. "I'm not sure I could stand to watch a slut as good as you loving my husband's cock."

"As good as me?" I asked her back with surprise. I still felt awkward and unsure about what I was doing, reacting more than purposefully.

She laughed, "Trust me, Trixie, you're a fucking, walking wet-dream to these guys."

I blushed. How the hell do I blush in that situation? I turned my full attention to Aaron's cock, feeling a reinforced determination from Anne's words. Anne appeared so comfortable and at ease with her sexuality and pleasing men that her words took on even greater power for me. The guys quickly finished their beer, but not nearly as quickly as Anne and I had hard cocks in our mouths.

Thomas stood and called for Aaron and Tom to follow him a short distance away. I sat on my heels watching. Thomas was planning something, and I felt it was going to be a surprise for me when it happened. I felt hands on my tits and nipples. I looked down at the feminine fingers and leaned my naked back into her naked front. I noticed, too, my own hand stroking my open and leaking cunt.

"What are they talking about?" I muttered to Anne as though she were my confidant.

"You, Trixie," she responded while pulling and twisting my nipples. I moaned at her touch... and my own touching... not that I needed either because my anticipation of what was to happen next had me thoroughly aroused.

I saw Tom's head turn to look at me with a devilish grin, and they all seemed to nod with some common agreement. Then, Aaron moved to lie on the floor, his hard cock held upright. I knew what that meant, and I moved on my hands and knees to him. I straddled his body to take his cock in my cunt, but he stopped me.

"Reverse cowgirl in your ass," he said softly. I nodded as I turned. He didn't need a strong or commanding tone; I had done this before. They seemed to enjoy anal as much as I did.

My ass was as full and messy with cum as my cunt was. Maybe more so. I moved his cock head over my bottom, being sure that my asshole was still at least somewhat open to immediately take his cock as if it were my cunt. As I settled my asshole over his hard cock, it eased into me under my downward pressure until I was sitting on his thighs. I moaned and sighed with each inch entering and filling me, then began rising and pressed down on it, ready to begin fucking him.

Before I could fuck him very much, though, Aaron was pulling me backward. I shifted my feet and legs from the kneeling position I had been in to lie back on him just as I saw Tom approaching with his hard cock, seemingly guiding him to me. Another double penetration. Maybe I'll get one in my throat, too. Or, maybe Anne's cunt over my mouth. I actually enjoyed eating her, and she had her husband's cum inside now.

When Tom pressed his cock against me, though, I raised my head quickly in shock to look. He wasn't pressing his cock against my openly available cunt. He was pressing his cock against my filled asshole. I looked from Tom's cock pressing at my stuffed asshole to Thomas, who knelt nearby with his phone held in front of him.

"I hope your heart and simple mind can handle this, Phil," he was narrating for the video. "Trixie is about to do something even your fantasies hadn't considered."

I felt Tom's hands under my hips and found he was pressing me upward. I felt his cock stretching my asshole as he pressed. At the same time, I felt Tom's cock head pressing at the little opening Tom was creating above his cock. My eyes flew to Thomas in horror, but he was entirely focused on capturing it on the video.

"No," I said, "no, it won't fit. You are all too big." But nobody was caring, especially not Tom. Anne and Lonny appeared on the other side of Thomas to get better views, too.

"Fuck," Anne uttered in wonder, "nobody has ever done that to me." What did that sound like? Gratefulness or envy? "You did this to her cunt yesterday?" she asked, totally mesmerized by what she was watching.

It was Lonny's voice in response, "We gangbanged her cunt that way."

I didn't have more time to formulate a better protest, though. "OH... MY... FUCKING... GODDDDD!" I cried out as Tom's cock head found leverage and was pressed through my resisting, but suddenly yielding sphincter. "OH GOD... OH FUCKING GOD," I continued. "I'm... I'm... I'm going to split... ooooooohhhhhhh fuucckkkkkk."

Tom pulled back and thrust harder, inching his cock a bit deeper into my straining asshole. Aaron remained still below me, except to torment a nipple and my clit. Fuck, I thought. These guys knew my body so well. They knew that using my overly sensitive nipples and clit sent my body into overdrive, and anything was possible after that.

I fixed my eyes on Tom with fierce determination. "Fuck me, dammit!" I urged him. "Fuck you cock into... me with your... slut wife watching. Make her wish it was her... as you two take me... to a screaming orgasm." I didn't look away from Tom's intensely concentrating face, but I heard her gasp and moan.

"You hear that, Phil?" came Thomas's voice, and I was reminded of the video he was recording. "Do you hear your wife begging for her double anal fucking? She'll be my slut, Phil. Can you see your wife as my slut?" What did any of it matter? Thomas was proving my transformation into being his slut. That I couldn't fully accept that, yet, was immaterial. Phil's further humiliation at witnessing it, being shown it, was the point.

Tom pulled up on my hips as Aaron tried to gain some leverage to give him enough room to thrust his cock, too. Two cocks sliding into my asshole, stretching my hole further than ever before, two cocks filling my anal passage more than I could have ever imagined. Anal slut. Ravaged anal. My fantasies. I had no idea.

At the same time, it was shocking, absurdly, insanely shocking; it was insanely arousing and stimulating. More than any other anal they had given me, this was pure anal ravaging. My fantasy... if I survived.

I orgasm way ahead of them. Then, I felt lips sucking at my nipples and my clit being pulled and rubbed. My eyes shot open at the shock of the new sensations shooting through me. Anne. I orgasmed again.

When the guys came inside my ass, it felt like a flood of cum. Thomas was waiting with his phone for when they both pulled their spent cocks from my hole. "Oh fuck," he exclaimed, "look at that gaping hole." He looked into my eyes, "The cum is running out of you, Trixie. How fucking slutty is that?" He stared at me for a moment. "If I send this one to Phil, too, how will that make you feel?"

"Like a slut," I said plainly. "Exactly how you want me, Thomas, like a slut. I did it, though, didn't I? I took a double anal and orgasmed."

"At least twice, Trixie."

"I need someone to fuck my cunt, now," I blurted out.

"Not yet," Thomas responded as he lay down next to me. "Reverse cowgirl again with your ass."

I rose to my knees and stopped. I looked to the side where Lonny was standing, stroking his hard cock. "Oh fuck," I gasped.

"Exactly," he responded, "that's what sluts do."

I could feel myself slipping with each experience. How much longer could I resist? My body already wanted him. How long could my mind resist following?

I climbed onto Thomas, and even his cock slid inside my ass easily. I looked at Lonny approaching, and I didn't wait to be pulled back. I adjusted my legs and feet and lay back onto Thomas's chest as Lonny came between our legs with his 9-inch cock, seeming to lead his way to me. He lifted and pushed my legs toward me, which raised my ass and pulled Thomas's cock against the bottom of my asshole to provide a bit of opening for him to begin with. I had just experienced this, but Thomas's cock was bigger than any of them. I tried to relax like any anal, but this wasn't any anal. The previous one wasn't, but this one was a bit more intimidating.

"Ready, Trixie?" came Lonny's voice.

I looked up at him. Thomas was fondling my nipples, which helped. "No. So, will you stop?"

He laughed. I even laughed. Nothing was stopping them. Nothing could stop them. Not me and definitely not Phil. Phil. He was such a disappointment. I couldn't admit it to Thomas, but I was having more and more trouble pretending that we were the same during our alone times at home. And more and more, his fantasy of being cucked flashed in my mind.

Just like the fuck before, Lonny pressed against the small opening with nothing happening for a moment. Thomas raised my hips up more to strain a small opening just a bit larger. Lonny pressed harder, holding his cock to stiffen it as he pressed hard. I could feel my asshole yield while his cock continued to press. Then, he was inside along with Thomas's cock, and I cried out. It was a sharp momentary pain like the previous double anal, but I understood it as not significant. The significant thing was two large cocks again in my ass, two cocks to fuck me into pleasure oblivion. Just the head inside, maybe, but he was inside, and that was all that was important because now he could thrust to drive his cock deeper alongside Thomas's.

What was happening to me? The reality was I didn't know, didn't care, and only wanted more. I no longer cared what Thomas did to me, how he fucked me, how he displayed me, or exposed me in public, or what he had me do to myself for his perverse pleasure, like masturbating with a beer bottle. Everything gave me pleasure, intense pleasure, or stimulated me to desire being fucked, and being fucked in whatever way Thomas could desire, wherever Thomas might desire. I knew my descent was increasing, and I had no idea how much longer my mind could withstand my body's intense desire for more of everything.

"Fuck me," I moaned as both of them thrust their cock into my over-stretched asshole. "Oh God, help me, but fuck me. Make me scream... in delirious pleasure that only... your cocks can give me. Own me. Flood my ass with your cum!"

They did, too. The fuck was almost brutal, but in a totally sexually obscene and driven way. Lonny came shortly after my orgasm, which might have almost strangled their cocks as my ass clenched tightly around them, almost bringing their thrust to a halt. Thomas seemed driven as he thrust with power and determination, almost as if he could fuck my last bit of resistance out of me.

I orgasmed a second time before Thomas added his flood of cum into my ass, Lonny remaining in my ass despite his climax to provide the tightness that fuck was intended to provide. I was weeping from pleasure when Lonny slipped his cock from my ass, but Thomas held me tightly to his body, his hands softly, soothingly caressing me. I could feel cum flowing from my asshole despite his cock still being inside me.

From somewhere around me, I heard Aaron, "That might be the final fuck of your wife, Phil. It was stunning, and you have to agree, even if it was your wife being ravaged. But, hell, that was your fantasy, right?"

Oh God, I thought, that was captured to be sent to Phil, too?

"No, that's not the last," came Anne's voice. "Roll her off, Thomas." Thomas nudged me, and I rolled to the side, his long cock sliding from my ass, a stream of cum following it. "Tom," she continued, "pull her legs back and apart."

Tom moved over me, grasped my ankles, lifted, and pulled back and apart wide.

"Fuck, look at that asshole," Aaron's voice added.

"Keep recording, Aaron," Anne said. She got down on her knees at my exposed and abused asshole. She was still naked like everyone else, but was comfortable knowing Thomas had explicitly said she wasn't available for fucking except by Tom. It was all me. I watched this naked, attractive black woman at my ass as she showed me her clenched fist, then lowered it to my ass. I strained my neck to watch. I was waiting for her hand to open to form a cone shape, in case she was going to fist my cunt again. Her hand didn't change, though, and when I felt her hand, it wasn't at my cunt. She pressed her clenched fist against my asshole, twisting it as she increased the pressure. I had just survived my second double anal, and was obscenely stretched and gaping, but... still. When her fist thrust into my ass, I gasped and moaned. I didn't cry out. I was truly gaping, apparently.

"Oh fuck," I muttered as I raised my hips to her thrusts and watched her arm thrusting the fist inside me. I looked at her face, and she smiled at me.

"Are you beginning to realize just how much of a slut you really are, Trixie?" she urgently asked.

"OH FUCK," I gasped loudly. "How... how much... can I orgasm like this? Fuck... push your hand inside me, bitch!" I cried out, losing myself, yet again. "How fucking deep... can you go?"

That was a stupid thing to say to her. It was stupid to call her a bitch, too. Anne rammed her hand into me. I watched as more of her forearm disappeared, reappeared, and disappeared inside me. How could I orgasm from such abuse? But, I did.

That was apparently the final act of my second day, as everyone was sorting through discarded clothes and getting dressed. All except me. It seemed so long ago that I had gotten onto Thomas's motorcycle, only wearing an open robe that flew behind me, going to that equipment shed for the first day. Now, I wasn't even sure where my robe was.

Thomas had disappeared but quickly returned, holding two small boxes. Velvet-covered jewelry boxes. He opened the larger one and held it out to me. Inside was a silver necklace chain with an ornamental symbol attached. It was a silver ring about 1 inch in diameter with a sparkling number 3 inside. The smaller box contained an anklet chain of the same design, only smaller.

He put the necklace around me, while Anne attached the anklet to my left ankle. I held the symbol up to gaze at it more, then I looked at Thomas. "Why?" I asked softly, surprised by the gift. "What does it mean, Thomas?"

"I want it to be a constant reminder, Trixie, that you are now a consummate three-hole slut," he softly responded and added a soft kiss to my lips and a quick feeling of my nipple. "We've gangbanged you for two days, and you've given your holes with eager acceptance."

"And enjoyment," I giggled.

"That was obvious to everyone," he chuckled. "I am proud of you, Trixie." I smiled shyly while gazing more at the symbol. He was proud of me. How, after all that had happened, could I possibly feel another surge of arousal, and how from just a simple statement?

"I'll never take it off, sir," I muttered. There was 'sir' again, but it was natural and came easily.

"I had hoped for that," he added. "How you explain the symbolism is up to you. I am excited to see how far your journey takes you."

I knew what he meant. He was intending to lead me deeper and deeper into being a slut, even a slut committed to him, something my mind wasn't yet accepting. Would it ever fully happen? Or, would I just continue living a split, conflicting existence of denial and wanton enjoyment of perverse pleasure?

It was early afternoon that Sunday when I climbed onto Thomas's motorcycle with an open robe. Thomas hadn't instructed me. I just assumed what he would want. He took a mostly discrete route to my home on low traffic streets, but I was still very exposed to a lot of people. Since Phil and I live in the country, that was how I arrived home. Phil came to the door at the sound of the bike and gaped in shock when I climbed off it with the robe wide open, gave Thomas a consuming kiss, and only then turned to Phil.
I turned back to watch Thomas ride away. Sadness? Lose? I couldn't define the feeling. I turned back to Phil and casually walked up to him.

"My God, Stacy, did you come all the way like that? With your robe open?" he asked, not wanting to believe it.

I ignored his question. The answer should be obvious. "Did you enjoy the videos the guys sent you, Phil?" I stared into his eyes for a moment before beginning to walk past him to the house. I really... really needed a long shower.

He took my arm and turned me, "What they did to you, Stacy, are you okay?"

I looked at him, pulled my arm from his hand. "My name is Trixie, Phil. Didn't you understand that from the videos? Thomas said a slut needs a slut name. Trixie reminds him of the number three, like a three-hole slut, and it sounds like a whore turning tricks." He stared at me blankly. "Don't you get it? I'm a three-hole slut, Phil. That's what this was all about. The three-hole party with the guys. These two days of being gangbanged. It was all to prove I was a three-hole slut. I passed their tests, Phil. I think I surprised them," I added with a smile and giggle. I touched the necklace, "That's what this is, too. The circle and the number three. Get it? A three in a hole? A three-hole."

He just stood with his mouth gaping. "But, Stacy..."

"Trixie, Phil. Get used to it. When we are with your friends, I can be Stacy. Otherwise, I am Trixie. I like being Trixie." I stared at him. "I like being a slut, Phil. Our fantasies, remember? You wanted me that way with black men. Well, now I am." I stared at him intently and softly added, "Don't forget about your other fantasy, Phil." He looked back at me, puzzled, but I knew it would come to him eventually. Eventually, he would remember his fantasy to be cucked. Would it really happen? And, if so, to what extent?

As if he didn't want to think too hard about his other fantasy, "But how can you explain that necklace to others?"

"That easy. I worked that out on the ride back, on the ride that had my robe flying behind me to expose my naked and well-fucked body. Women go through three stages in life, Phil. 'Maiden Energy' corresponds to maturing and discovery; 'Mother Energy' corresponds to marriage and devotion to family, nurturing; and, finally, 'Crone Energy' corresponds to the final focus on introspection and self, and acceptance of self." I watched him struggling. "We're in our late 40's, Phil. I think it is about time I get to finally accept being the woman I have been denied all my life."

I turned and walked away from him. I really needed that shower. That vision of my future, the one I hadn't wanted to look at too closely, was coming into clearer focus whether I tried to see it or not. After the three-hole party and two days of being fucked, I wasn't nearly as afraid of what that vision might be as I had been.