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Belle Ch 03 2

Belle Ch 03 2

by ieman48
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CHAPTER 3: BELLE IS TRAINED

Saturday night seemed to have changed everything. Ma'am's idea for a threesome changed their view of introducing me to sex. They had assumed they would gradually, slowly introduce me, an innocent virgin, to the varieties of sex.

I woke earlier and was downstairs with the coffee brewing and getting the fixings together for a breakfast of waffles, bacon, and fruit. As I cut cantaloupe, strawberries, and oranges, I was surprised by arms encircling my waist. I knew immediately by the hair on the arms.

"Good morning, Sir. Did you sleep well?" I asked as his hands cupped my breasts. These two certainly liked sex.

"How did you get out of bed without waking us?" he teased as his fingers pinched my nipples. I just giggled.

I felt him pull his hips back slightly, fuss with something behind me, and press against me. I gasped as his cock pressed at my ass. I parted my legs without thought, being careful as I used the knife on the fruit. His cock stiffened more as he slid his cock through my thighs and over my pussy.

"Your pussy is already wet, Belle," he uttered into my ear as he slid his cock along my pussy lips. I just moaned, the knife dropped to the counter as I braced myself. His cock became harder, he pressed against me, his cock sliding along my pussy and past to bump against my other sex organs. "You are amazing, Belle. I love every bit of you. It is so arousing to slide my cock along your wet pussy and bump into your balls and cock. I love your body."

"You aren't the only one," came the voice of my mistress as her hands joined her husbands on my breasts and body. "I love sucking her cock and working my tongue down that wonderful shaft to find a wet and inviting pussy underneath. She's anyone's wet dream."

That was how that day got started. They did let me finish getting breakfast prepared as they sat with coffee watching my naked body move around the kitchen and talk about the things they planned to do with me ... I mean sexual things. My pussy was dripping and my cock hard. They love to catch me moving with a hard or aroused cock and bouncing breasts.

I sucked Sir to climax later that morning. After, I sought out Ma'am. She found me sucking him and whispered in my ear that she was next. I wasn't sure I really knew what I was doing. I mean for 18 years sex wasn't even a mystery. It didn't exist in my thinking. Now, it seemed to be my existence. For someone who had never ... I mean NEVER ... been naked in front of anyone, I was now constantly naked. For someone who had never been touched intimately, it seemed my naked body was always being touched or caressed or probed. For someone who had never experience any form of sexual contact, I had sucked cock, eaten pussy, and engaged in hot kissing with both man and woman.

In the afternoon, I was led up to the master bedroom. Both Sir and Ma'am stripped. I, of course, was still naked. Ma'am was lying on the bed with her legs splayed wide. Her pussy was fully expose and the lips parted. It was arousing. That's what a woman who was ready for fucking looked like. Needless to say, I was surprised when Sir began his instructions.

"There are many ways to fuck, Belle. Our original thought was that I would show you by fucking you. That can't happen until you've seen the doctor and received your birth control pills." I was glad of that. It would be a bummer to get pregnant on my first fuck. "But, you have a cock, don't you, Belle. We can show you ways to fuck by having you fucking Julia."

I glanced at her, her knees bent and splayed to the side. I also looked at her exposed, bald pussy which had a sheen of wetness about the lips. I could feel my cock stiffening in anticipation. Funny but I had also only considered being fucked. I thought of myself as a girl and girls are fucked by cocks. I am a girl but ... I really am much more. They are always telling me I am beautiful and special. That was part of them giving me the name Belle. And I love the name. They and the name are overwriting the years of being told I was worthless and disgusting because of the way I was born as a hermaphrodite.

I climbed onto the bed and crawled between her legs. Sir was alongside to provide step by step instruction. He, and reinforced by her, told me that when I could begin being fucked by him (and others, eventually) I will begin experiencing and learning the things that gave me pleasure and I could transfer that knowledge to pleasuring any woman. Two days ago any of this might have been terrifying but these two are the inverse of my family. They encouraged and reinforced me. They were patient and supportive and caring. They opened to me a world of possibility that my family had restricted out of fear of humiliation because I was different. These two held up that difference as something special and wonderful. I was transformed almost immediately without fear. I responded to them with my devotion to serve them as they desired.

It wasn't that I thought about any of that. I just responded joyfully. That was how I approached her with Sir softly providing instruction. On my knees between her spread legs, I lowered my head to the bed with my lips and tongue on her open pussy lips. I kissed and licked her lips and between them. He had me flick her clitoris with a stiffened tongue, move back to her pussy, and back to capture her clit between sucking lips. I kissed up her beautiful black body to her erect nipples, nipping them with my teeth and sucking them. When moving up to kiss her lips, I was to bump my cock against her pussy to only tease at a penetration that would be still delayed. Creating anticipation, he said, used the mind to add stimulation and increase arousal.

I kissed my way back to her pussy. This time when I stiffened my tongue to flick her clit, I continued through her slit to jam it into her pussy hole. She was gasping, sighing, and moaning which served to encourage me that I was being effective. When he whispered that she was more than ready, I raised myself and moved so my cock was at her pussy. I held my cock to align it to her pussy and located her hole. Encouraged by his softly guiding words, I pressed the head of my cock through her hole. I moaned at the feeling being inside her gave me. Her pussy was warm and wet. I felt it flex around the head, the only part inside her. I looked up at her. She smiled, her eyes encouraging, beseeching me to continue.

I pressed more cock into her. Every inch gave me new feeling and drew more sounds to escape me. She moaned with me, adding her own words of encouragement to those Sir softly used. As he instructed, I pulled back and pressed harder into her. Several times thrusting until my pelvis hit hers. I gasped. My entire cock was inside her warm, wet pussy. It felt amazing, stimulating, exciting. I wasn't sure if I was processing anything about how to fuck a woman. All I felt was the wonderful feeling that fucking a woman provided.

As if reading my mind, Sir softly encouraged, "Just go with the feeling, Belle. Let yourself experience your cock in her cunt. Feel it and pay attention to her response. Her response will tell you what she enjoys. Feel it now. Let yourself just feel it. The more you experience it, the better you will be able to put focus on the person you are with."

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The feeling of my cock sliding through her clenching warm wetness was soon too much. It was too stimulating. I felt my cock pulse and swell. NO ... no ... not now ... too soon. Cum spewed from my cock into her. There was nothing I could do. My body stiffened, my cock pulsed and jerked, and cum shot into her pussy.

I collapsed onto her. Sir's hand caressed my back. I sobbed as she held me tightly. "Too soon. I'm sorry Ma'am. I'm sorry. Too soon. I tried to stop it."

"No dear," she cooed into my ear. "That happens to all virgins. The new sensations are too much, overwhelming. Next time it will be better." I raised my head. Next time, I asked. "Of course, dear. What was it Charles said about sucking cock?" Practice makes perfect. "Yes. You can practice on me as often as you want. Your cock felt amazing. You are as thick as Charles and almost as long. I will love being fucked by you."

I smiled and kissed her. My premature ejaculation forgotten with her encouragement. After my previous life, their praise was intoxicating. Good girl, special, beautiful, amazing keyed me to a new existence and pushed me to complying with every request and suggestion.

* * * *

"Good evening, Sir," I exclaimed happily as he entered the house from the garage. I was waiting with a drink for him. "How was your day at the office?" He mumbled something but I pressed on. "Here, Sir. Ma'am said this is your favorite drink and she showed me how to mix it. She is in the family room, Sir."

He looked me up and down. "You're still naked, Belle. Didn't you go shopping today?"

I giggled. "Oh, yes, Sir. It was wonderful. I will be getting dressed for dinner."

I did a few finishing things in the kitchen before rushing upstairs to dress. Ma'am had an idea how I should be dressed for him and I was bubbling with anticipation of seeing Sir's reaction. We were both excited to see if he agreed. My closet had clothes in it now and Ma'am promised we would add more. The dresser had intimate items: bras, panties, stockings, shorts, and t-shirts. I also had new shoes: gym shoes for exercise and walking, flats for casual, and heels. Ma'am had purchased 3 inch heels for starters. Starters. I spent nearly an hour in the afternoon practicing walking in them so I didn't wobble like a drunken fool. That was her description. I've never been drunk.

I returned downstairs quietly and went directly into the kitchen. I put the food onto serving dishes and placed them on the dining room table. Only then did I go to the entry to the family room to announce that dinner was ready. Sir and Ma'am stood. Ma'am expectantly waited for Sir to turn and see me.

"Wow!" he exclaimed stopped in his tracks.

"Is that all, Charles?" Ma'am teased him. It didn't seem Sir was ever at a loss for words. I giggled

"Wow," he repeated. "Belle ... I love the new clothes."

I giggled, again. Ma'am was smiling, pleased by his reaction. I didn't know why this should feel so daring since I had spent the entire weekend naked with them, but it did. I was wearing a white lace shelf bra leaving my breasts essentially bare and exposing my erect nipples. I also wore a white lace garter belt and sheer white stocking with heels. That was all. My cock hung between my legs. I fought with myself to keep my cock from becoming erect. Oddly, the arousal of this exhibitionist display had my pussy lubricated but my cock only swelled a little. I didn't yet understand my body.

My first formal dinner went well. I was very aware of my exposed breasts throughout the meal. When they appeared to be done, I jumped to clear the dishes after serving coffee. I expected to be touched and caressed whenever I was near enough and was proven correct. The evening was relaxed after I finished the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. Then, I was delighted by my first ever movie on the TV. Ma'am found the live action version of 'Beauty and The Beast'. It was amazing! Belle was just as beautiful as I imagined and I laughed at the animated antics, thrilled at the proper scenes, and excited when Belle saved the handsome young man only moments before the last peddle of the rose fell. It might have been strange for me to be nearly naked with them clothed while watching a children's movie but not to me ... not anymore.

We tried a different threesome by me lying on my back, Ma'am fucking herself on my cock while Sir fed his cock into my mouth. It was difficult to see but I sensed they kissed and fondled most of the time until all three of us were spent. Ma'am was right about experience. I had fucked her earlier in the day and each time I seemed able to last longer.

* * * *

My housekeeping chores took precedence over anything else during the day, of course. I worked diligently, though, to complete every task as quickly as possible while being sure not to sacrifice doing the best job I could at all times. This was a life I could never have imagined in the entirety of my previous existence. I had served my family as almost a slave because of their disgust over what I was. Now, I was with two people who relished what I was, thought I was beautiful, and love and respected me for who and what I was. I now know my family controlled me as their slave through emotional abuse when I had no choice. Sir and Ma'am gave me the choice and insist on maintaining freedom to choose my life direction. What I chose was to serve them joyfully and eagerly. Gone was my life of abuse and negativity. Here I am cared for, encouraged to experience and grow, respected as a person, and affirmed with positivity. As a result, I serve them with devotion from my soul. Serving is no longer merely completing a task. Serving them completely is a joyful expression of devotion.

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After completing my morning tasks, I found Ma'am on the phone in their home office. She saw me patiently waiting in the open doorway naked as usual. I was getting used to being naked with them being clothed. Their appreciation of my body they called beautiful and special was constant affirmation that was replacing the previously given impression of myself.

She waved me over to her as she stood and held out an arm. I walked into her embrace, her free hand caressing my bare back with easy comfort. "Yes, she started working for us and she doesn't believe she's ever been to a doctor. We've added her to our insurance." Pause as she listened. My head rested on her shoulder and she began stroking my long hair. "Yes. She just turned 18 years old." Pause. "Yes, Caucasian. That's right ... female." I raised my head to look at her. She smiled. I was female. I thought of myself as female and emotionally felt female. Of course, the doctor would be in for a surprise but Ma'am assured me she would remain at my side constantly. A hermaphrodite in his care was surely going to cause a reaction.

She was able to push for creating an opening for an appointment for the next day over lunch. Money apparently brings influence. I was nervous about someone else seeing what I was. She reassured me. This was her doctor and could be trusted.

"I've completed my morning tasks, Ma'am. Is there anything ... ummm ... anything I can do for you?"

She smiled while taking both nipples in her fingers. Her fingers teased down my body to my cock. One hand held it as the other lightly caressed it. "Are you hinting at something, Belle?" she teased as her fingers teased the head and my cock filled with arousal and began stiffening. With my cock quickly hardening, she dropped one hand underneath. My legs parted in open acceptance for her touch. "Oh, my ... dear, Belle. You are quite wet, aren't you?" It didn't require a verbal response. She saw my response in my eyes. Only days with them and I so enjoyed these pleasures.

She released my hardened cock to raise my face to hers as she lowered her mouth to mine. OH ... how I loved kissing. A finger passed barely through my pussy lips. With her lips brushing against mine, "It feels like you can't wait for Charles to fuck you here."

I nodded but it was halted by her tongue invading my mouth. I closed my lips around it and sucked. She pressed on my clit sending a jolt through my body. Then, her fingers moving just inside my pussy, it curled to touch a new spot. Stroking there and my clit at the same time sent new and powerful stimulation through me.

"OH ... GOD," I cried out. My breath caught in my throat as she repeated it

She pulled her finger from my pussy and brought it to my mouth. I sucked it eagerly. This was me, I thought. I had tasted Sir's cum and Ma'am's pussy juices and loved both. This was my taste and I love it, too. And, she could see that in my face as I sucked her finger long after the taste was gone.

"Oh, girl," she said as she took my hand to lead up to the stairs. "You'll taste that much more soon when you clean cock after being fucked." Another shiver went through me. I knew we were headed for their bedroom to mess up their bed for me to remake. 'Practice makes perfect'. I love to practice but I suspected 'perfect' was a never ending goal. What had happened to me, I wondered while smiling and excitedly following Ma'am? They gave me acceptance and a new name and something inside me I had no awareness of was awakened. Something I didn't know the extent of. I knew they would nourish it and encourage its growth within me. I welcomed it. It was a welcome part of the new me and would be a way my devotion to them would be expressed.

As we entered their bedroom, "Ma'am, may I ask you something?"

"Of course, dear. Anything."

"I'm a girl, right?" She stopped removing her clothes and looked at me. Of course, she said with a concerned expression on her face. "When we kiss, I become very aroused." Her expression eased and she smiled. I continued, "I mean ... if I am a girl ... ummm ... why am I aroused by you ... another girl?" We looked at each other and she continued removing her clothes. My eyes were fixed on her exposed breasts. "And your body, Ma'am. I love your body." I thought for a moment. "Is it because ..." I looked down my body, "because of having a cock, too?"

She was down to her dainty panties. She pulled me into a tight embrace. "Dear, Belle," she said. "Belle ... Belle ... our beautiful, Belle. This has to be so much for you to take in. All your life you were told you were nothing but disgusting. Now you are here and we are saying you are wonderful, special, and beautiful. We're encouraging you to explore who you are and accept yourself as we see you. You must feel so many things rushing at you." I nod up at her. I feel so secure in her loving, comforting embrace. "It has to be confusing. Your body will react to physical stimulation as both woman and man. It is here, though," she says tapping my head and heart, "where you feel what you are. Most people are attracted to the opposite sex. Some are attracted to the same sex and are gay or lesbian. Some ..." she paused to look into my eyes, "like me, are attracted to either and are bisexual. I think that is where you are, too, Belle."

I consider that as I enjoy the comfort of her body against mine, her hands lightly caressing my back. "I guess that's a good thing given my body, huh?" I kissed her bare shoulder and look up at her. "You were going to show me a fucking position." She laughed, dropped her panties, and pulled me to her bed.

She had me climb onto the bed and began licking and sucking my cock. I quickly responded to her touch and the strong emotion welling up inside me. That helps me understand my feelings I have for both Sir and Ma'am; why I feel such a strong feeling of devotion to them. They are releasing me, encouraging me, and emboldening me.

With a hard cock to show for her efforts, I watch as she straddled my hips. She moved the head of my cock along her pussy. I commented on feeling her wetness and she teases that she has noticed I usually have a wet pussy, too. I smiled. It is true but I thought it was just because all this was so new to me. They keep saying how sexy and reactive I am. They like that I am easily, quickly ready for them. That's the way I want to be for them. I want my pussy wet and my cock springing hard.

I gasp when I feel my cock at the wet opening of her pussy. She leaves it there, her hole just covering the tip of my cock. "This position ..." she says softly with deep sighs, "is called 'cowgirl' for obvious reasons." Smiles down at me and lowers her body a few inches over my cock.

I gasp as she slides down more inches. I raise my head to peer through my breasts as more of my white cock disappears into her black body. I reach up and grasp her breast as she rises several inches and presses down firmly to take almost all of my cock. I love the feel of her wet and warm pussy around my cock. I love the feel of her breast in my hands. She seems flawless to in my mind. Her tight body, still firm breasts, shapely hips and ass, and smooth beautiful black skin. My family didn't like blacks. The same narrow, blind thinking that controlled me with abuse. These two are the most wonderful people in the world to me and they are black.

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