Naked, skinny Jeanie patiently sat on the footstool with perfect posture while her husband, Billy, brushed and combed her very long, silky hair.

Billy was not technically naked because he had on a pair of second-hand, nude, six-inch D’orsay pointed-toe pumps. His recently drained, hairless balls swung lifelessly under his shrunken penis, which was still propped up by the left-behind steel sounding rod.

Vera, Billy’s sister-in-law, was not naked. She used to let Billy fuck her, for Jeanie’s sake, but not anymore. That’s not to say that she wasn’t done fucking him over. Jeanie used to be weak, and she still was. Billy was weak too, now—breaking but not yet broken.

Vera had begun to openly detest Billy’s erections and the brutish spunk-spurting orgasms that solved them. She decided that a simple finger up his ass and a rod down his dick led to a kinder, gentler release, without all of that Neanderthal grunting and groaning. Billy still got to eat his cum, and that was important.

Jeanie didn’t mind Billy’s erections, and, when Vera wasn’t around to correct her, she rather liked them. He still got to masturbate while watching her cuckold him. Sometimes he’d fuck his wife when her bull was done with her, but she’d be so stretched out that neither one would feel it much. Billy always ate the cum, whether it was his or not, and that was important, too.

And he still got to butt-fuck his wife (which she dearly loved), as much as she got to butt-fuck him (which she also dearly loved). Jeanie would hide her hair under a baseball cap and make him call her “Bubba,” and they did it doggy style because she liked to see his erection fuck nothing when she fucked him. Wherever Billy’s cum landed, it ended up down his throat, and that was also important.

Vera declared that Jeanie’s hair had been combed enough. “Take that stick out of your dick and put everything away,” she told Billy, who effortlessly glided across the room in his high heels. “See that, girl? Your husband is a natural. He can teach you a thing or two.”

Jeanie pouted but didn’t want to say anything belligerent. She didn’t know why Vera had made him wear those shoes in the first place. She didn’t know why she made him comb her hair, or why they had to be naked when he did. She figured it was just Vera being Vera, and when Vera walked in, clothing came off.

“I have a present for you, too,” Vera said to her sister-in-law, very happy to present her with a pair of high heels that looked a lot like Billy’s. Vera insisted that she put them on right away and pose next to her husband. “Ain’t you the most handsome couple? I envy your slender figure. Why, if it weren’t for those big ol’ nipples… And Billy, you ain’t seen a barber in ages, have you? Long hair suits you but, mind you, it needs to be longer.”

“Vera, I gotta take these shoes off,” Billy whined. “My feet are hurting.”

“You will do no such thing. You need to man up and show your wife how a woman steps in heels. Now get moving, both of you.” Billy and Jeanie wandered aimlessly around the room while Vera encouraged them to strut like sluts. “No, no, no. Jeanie, I love you, but you’re clomping around like a man—probably ‘cause you got no hips. And Billy, well, your dick makes you sorta look like a man, too.”

Vera circled them, tapping a finger on her chin and pretending like she didn’t know what she was going to say next. “Both of you put on your panties.”

Men wear panties sometimes, probably more than the average person might think or want to believe. Wearing panties was nothing new to Billy, and nothing his wife didn’t already know about. If one was a person with a penis in Vera’s circle, they wore panties. One time, Vera’s husband, Jim, and Billy wore matching panties, but that’s another story.

“Better, that’s better,” Vera ruminated after Jeanie donned her boyshorts and Billy pulled up his boring white cotton women’s briefs. “Something’s still off though oh I know what it is,” she said without pause and retrieved a roll of first-aid tape from her purse. “Pull those granny panties down, boy.”

After making Billy promise that he wouldn’t get hard if she touched that ugly thing, Vera turned the tape around his penis right below its head, left the roll to dangle as she went behind his back, yanked his dick between his legs, and threaded the tape up between his cheeks. “Pull those big-girl panties back up,” she said and nodded her approval.

A promise is a promise, but one should never believe a penis. Billy’s swelled a little, and his nuts twitched. He tried to take his mind off of it by thinking about baseball, but that only made him think about deep-throating foot-long ballpark wieners. Luckily, Vera’s expert tape job held firm and it gave up its struggle.

“Nice and flat,” Vera said, patting his evacuated crotch. “You must be feeling smarter already.”

“Vera, it ain’t that me and Billy don’t appreciate what you do for us, but could we get dressed? We got chores and stuff.”

A frown quickly crossed Vera’s face, but was promptly dressed with a pleasant, understanding smile. “Of course, of course! Far be it for me to interfere with your little lives. I’ll come back another time, and we’ll do something together. Maybe we’ll go shopping,” she said, stretching out the word as she eyed Billy’s near-naked frame.

“She’s planning something,” Billy said. He scratched the end of the tape from his back and gingerly freed his cock and balls.

“Well, yeah, that’s what she does. She’s helped us out a lot, Billy, and it’s all been good. Even finding those men to fuck me was good. I like ‘em, and you like watching.”

“Don’t you ever tell anyone that! You know how fucking embarrassing that is.”

“Baby, don’t shout,” Jeanie calmly and firmly said. She stroked the back of her husband's head and kissed his cheek.“You know what Vera says. Ask me the right way.”

“Sorry.” He hung his head and asked, “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“I love you so much! Do you wanna cum kiss?”

“Yes, please,” Billy sheepishly said.

“I don’t care what Vera says,” Jeanie said. She squatted and licked Billy’s sleeping beauty. “I still like your boner.”

“I wonder what she wants to go shopping for.” The only other time that he had gone out shopping with Vera was when she first made him wear panties. Whenever Vera took Jeanie out, they always came back with second-hand slutty clothes. Maybe she wants my opinion, he thought, but that didn’t seem likely—that wasn’t Vera’s way.

“Hey!” Jeanie shouted up, pulling his pud down.”I’m blowing you down here!”

“Sorry, Baby. Vera’s got me all distracted.”

“That’s okay.” Jeanie gave his pecker a peck and got up to dress. “Vera says a real man don’t always need to get a boner. ‘Boys get boners,’ she says. ‘Men don’t need boners.’ That’s what she says.”

“Vera don’t like mine much no more.”

“Well, I do, and that’s what counts. I’ll bet you get a real throbber the next time you watch me gettin’ fucked, and I’ll bet you’ll have oodles of cum shootin’ out of it.”

~~~

“I’ll be over here looking at jeans and shirts,” Billy said, breaking away from the girls.

“You’ll do no such thing,” Vera said. “I didn’t survive that truck ride all the way to the biggest thrift store in the county just so you can wander off and make me do all the work.” Billy thought that Jeanie seemed to be excited that he was there, which made him suspect that his job was to offer his opinion (which would get ignored), and to hold their purses.

“Let’s start with the purses.” Vera inspected a half dozen of the dangling, crowded purses, plucked one, held it to Billy’s side, then put it back. She eventually found one she liked and slung it over Billy’s shoulder. “That was harder than I expected. We could be here all day.”

Billy pointed out that the jeans they were looking at were all way too big for Jeanie. “You are so stupid sometimes,” Vera mumbled to herself, loud enough for Billy to hear. “I can’t believe I used to let you fuck me. Here, try these on.”

He caught the pants that Vera slammed against his chest and looked around. “These ain’t men’s jeans. We’re on the lady’s side of the store.”

“Are you saying that I’m the stupid one? Don’t you think I know which side I’m on?”

“No. Sorry, I…”

“Try. Them. On. The dressing room is over there, unless you want to do it in the middle of the store. Lord, I hope you’re wearing your good panties.” He tried them on and, after Vera approved and his wife said they looked good, Vera handed him some more things to try.

“These are girls’ shirts, Vera. And-and-and dresses?”

“You’re lucky there are some beefy gals in these parts, donating their old stuff. Let’s try some bras first. I don’t want you flat-chested like your wife, but I don’t want you to look silly neither.”

Vera let him stay out of sight while he tried things on. Sometimes, she made him come out in his boy clothes so she could teach him how to browse the racks. “I ain’t always gonna be here to help,” she said. “The trick is that you have to think if you’d like to see other women in that outfit, and if you think men would like to see you in it.”

“That outfit makes you look so pretty, Baby,” Jeanie gushed. “If I had my strap-on with me, I’d fuck you right now!”

Billy thought he understood then what was going on, that Vera was feeding Jeanie’s lesbian parts. He faked enthusiasm for her sake and hardly noticed the nearby man who was flipping through the dresses all by himself. Billy paid for their stuff and lugged it all out to his tuck, tossing the purse from his shoulder into one of the bags.

“Turn right onto the road. We ain’t done yet,” Vera told him.

~~~

Billy’s new jeans were uncomfortably tight, especially in the crotchal region. It helped a little after Vera tucked and taped away his least feminine feature. “You can’t love women without knowing what we go through to look good for you,” she said and checked the tape on his chest that made his pecs kiss in the middle. “Bounce for me. Nice! You can’t tell where your cleavage ends and the water balloons begin. If you had a cock, it’d be hard as a rock lookin’ at this rack.”

“Ain’t they a little big?” Jeannie asked.

“Nonsense! Honestly, don’t hate your husband’s boobs just ‘cause you ain’t got any. I could fill a couple of balloons for you too if it’d make you feel better about his.”

“I guess your boobs look okay, Billy.”

“Good! Let’s set him in front of a mirror and start painting his face. Billy, you’re lucky your face ain’t too manly to begin with.”

“Baby, is Vera right?” Jeanie asked while Vera was out of earshot.

“It makes sense, I guess, that I should dress up and wear makeup to show how much I appreciate you.”

“No, I mean about your boobs. Are you gettin’ hard ‘cause you got boobs?”

Billy hemmed and hawed, struggling with her question as his wanna-be boner struggled against the tape. His gaze centered on his cleavage and he adjusted his booballoons. “Boobs is boobs.”

Vera rattled a tray of cheap cosmetics onto Jeanie’s vanity, knocking Billy’s knock-off knockers when she did. “Ain’t no sense in wasting good stuff to practice with.” She picked up each item and told him what they were too quickly for him to follow, much less remember. They practiced for hours, applying the makeup and wiping it off again. “Blend it, dammit! You ain’t buffing a dent in your fender.”

“I got a question for you, Billy.” Vera dragged her in-laws to a full-length mirror and hugged Billy from behind. “Would you fuck her?” He stammered unintelligibly, not knowing what to say or think as Vera crushed her boobs against his back. The weight of his own boobs, and Jeanie’s subtle nod, weighed heavily on his mind.

“I know what you want to say. You need to learn to speak up, girl. Ain’t nothing worse than a mousy girl—just ask your wife.” Vera fit a cheap wig, hair that was close in style and color to Jeanie’s, onto Billy’s head. “You’ll look better when your hair gets longer, but this will do for now. Ain’t she pretty, Jeanie?”

“She is, Vera. She truly is.”

“Ain’t you pretty, Billy?”

“Yes’m.”

“Don’t be so shy! You should be a strong woman. Lord knows you’re a big one. Say it with me. I’m pretty.”

“I’m pretty.” Billy had to admit that all that work made him look not half bad.

“Yes, ma’am, you are. You’re too pretty to walk around with a boy’s name. But you’re too slow to learn to answer to a new one. Billie with an IE’ is girly but that won’t work by itself. Let’s see—you can’t be Billie Jean now, can you? Billie Ann, Billie Bobbie, no, no, no.” Vera asked Jeanie for her ideas but none of hers were any good. “God help any child of yours.”

“I don’t think I need a girl’s name.”

“Don’t you dare put yourself down. Of course you deserve a name, a good name, and you’re gonna get one, I promise, one that will make you happy. Billie Joy! That’s almost right, that don’t quite roll off the tongue like it should.” The room stayed quiet while Vera contemplated Billie’s new name and Billie Joy echoed between Billy’s ears.

“My-oh-my I bet you can see a light bulb over my head. You are Billie Gay!”

“I kinda liked the ‘Joy’ one better.”

“You are Billie Gay—period. That’s a beautiful, unique name for a beautiful, unique girl.” Vera excused herself to dab a tissue under her eye. “I’m so proud. Just you look at her! Jeanie, if you were a man, wouldn’t you fuck Billie Gay?”

“I would, Vera. I truly would.”

“How about you, Billie Gay? If you were a man, wouldn’t you fuck that girl you’re gawking at?”

Billy was lost, watching Billie Gay’s jutting chest rise and fall in the mirror, and didn’t notice that Vera was whispering to Jeanie. He answered her question, but not out loud. Vera lifted Billie Gay’s shirt over her head while Jeanie pulled her skin-tight jeans down to her knees.

“Billie Gay?” Vera called with a husky, breathy voice. “You’re so pretty. Nod if you want to be fucked. I thought so. You’re such a naughty, pretty girl.”

Jeanie wet the tape between Billy’s legs with her mouth and tongue and she and Vera carefully teased it away. The unfettered phallus quickly inflated, unfolding from its tacky prison. Vera squirted heaps of lotion into Billy’s hand, and Jeanie made a pussy out of his fist. “She’s wet and ready, Baby,” Jeanie said and slid Billie Gay’s pussy fist over the stiff, eager remnants of Billy’s manhood.

Billy wasted no time to jerk off, but Vera stayed his hand. “Not like that.” She held the fist steady and told him to use his hips. “That’s Billie Gay’s pussy and she wants to be fucked.” Vera helped to keep the fist steady while Billy drew his hips back and fucked his fist.

Cheek-to-cheek with Billie Gay, Vera asked her if it felt good. “Tell him what you want, darlin’. You know men—they don’t know what to do unless you tell ‘em. Do you want him to fuck you harder?” Billie Gay nodded and Vera chuckled. “You got to tell him.”

“Do it harder.”

“Do better. You gotta do better at tellin’ him. You know how men like to hear their women.”

“Fffuck me harder,” Billie Gay said. “Do it faster.”

“Play with your titties.” Vera placed Billie Gay’s hand over her bra and squeezed her water balloon boobs.

Billie Gay and Billy only had the one mouth to share, so who could tell which one was moaning? “Oh, fuck!” they cried out together and came as one. Jeanie’s mouth was open and ready to collect Billy’s long-held cum, and, once he was done, Billie Gay and Jeanie swapped lipstick and jizz.

Before Billy had the chance to come to terms with what had happened, Vera toweled off his cock and unrolled some tape. “Let’s see how you look in a dress, now.”

~~~

Billie Gay mixed and matched most everything they brought home, and her wife and sister-in-law offered lots of advice in only a few short hours of dressing. She was admiring a happy spaghetti-strapped knee-length sundress when Vera declared that they were going out for a drive. “I’ll go get changed,” Billie Gay said.

“No you won’t.” Vera had a way. Those three words were both a command and a fact.

“I need to get my regular clothes.” Billie Gay’s words were both a statement and a request.

“These are your regular clothes, sweetie,” Vera said. “What you have on is lovely.” Once it was made clear, Billie Gay climbed into the back of Jeanie’s little car. Vera drove, Jeanie rode shotgun, and the three girls sang along to Vera’s favorite country radio. Billie Gay almost forgot she was wearing a dress until Vera pulled into a truck stop by the interstate.

“Billie Gay, be a dear and fill the gas tank.”

“Like this?”

“Like what?”

“I’m wearing a dress!”

“And it’s a good thing you are. Look at that girl over there, out in public in flannel pajama pants. She ain’t got half the self-respect that you got. Now, be careful not to spill any on your pretty new clothes.”

Billie Gay’s hands shook as she removed the gas cap and retrieved a credit card from her purse. She kept her head down and wished the pump was faster. Jeanie rolled the window down and went, “Psst! Billie Gay! That man there is checkin’ you out.” Billie Gay wanted to shrink and refused to look.

“So is that one over there,” Vera added from the driver’s side. “And there! Girlfriend, you have a mess of admirers on your first time out!”

Billie Gay thanked God when the tank was full and scurried into the back seat. “They know. They all knew.”

“Know what, darlin’?”

“That I ain’t a girl! Can we go, please?”

“Don’t put yourself down like that,” Vera said as she slowly drove off.

“I think they thought you were a girl,” Jeanie said, looking over the seat and trying to sound certain.

“You are a girl. At the very least, you ain’t a man. Did any of those men look gay to you, Billie Gay? Why would a man who wasn’t gay look at you like they were, Billie Gay? It’s something you’ll need to get used to. Every man, and I mean every man, no matter what, was thinking about what you look like naked.”

“It’s true, Baby,” Jeanie added.

“Yessir, they’d even want to see your scrawny wife’s tits. Think long and hard about this: you could suck on their dicks with that pretty mouth of yours and take their spunk all over your face and they’d still want nothing better than for you to get naked.”

Billie Gay tried not to think about their long, hard dicks, but he did like to watch Jeanie’s boyfriends cum, and he liked to eat their cum out of her mouth or pussy. If he was a girl, she could suck on those dicks and not feel ashamed about it. Billie Gay shifted uncomfortably in her seat, half glad her dick was tucked away and half sad that she couldn’t let it out if for only a second.

Vera’s husband, and Billy’s brother, Jim, was outside when the car pulled into the driveway. “Dude,” he exclaimed when Billie Gay got out. “What the fuck? Man in a dress!”

“Jim. You be nice to your sister, hear?”

“Sister? Fuck that.”

Embarrassed and scared, Billie Gay futilely tried to hide behind her wife. “Jeanie,” she whispered, “you said that I looked like a girl.”

Jeanie reassured her that she did and held her hand as Vera corralled them into the house. She chastised Jim for being an insensitive clod, made him kneel, and told him to apologize.

“I’m sorry, Billy…”

“That’s Billie Gay.”

“I’m sorry, Billie Gay. I’m sorry you’re so ugly.”

Vera had had enough of her husband’s brutish behavior. She made him shuffle to the corner with his pants and panties around his ankles and told him, to his delight, that she’d deal with him later.

“Why did you lie to me? I’m an ugly man in a dress!” Half, at least, of her distress was due to not understanding why it bothered her in the first place. Jeanie consoled Billie Gay and held her hands, pleading with her eyes for Vera to make things better.

“Don’t you pay your brother no never-mind. That’s what brothers do—they bully their little sisters, and he’s a bigger asshole than most. He’ll stop, eventually, and things will be better.”

Billy knew that Billie Gay would get bullied a lot unless they took steps to make it stop. “It won’t get better unless I get better.”

~~~

Creative makeup, talking lessons, walking lessons, and waist cinchers that threatened her internal organs all helped Billie Gay be better. She learned how to show interest in a man and how to flirt with one. Whether or not anyone suspected she sported a penis under her skirt didn’t matter because there were always men that flirted back and told her how pretty she was.

Jeanie dolled herself up for a date with Tony B., one of Vera’s well-hung, more mature bulls. Billy always watched because Jeanie always, loyally kept her promise that she wouldn’t fuck another man unless he was right there with them, cock in hand and ready to cum when they did. They were romantic like that.

That night, Billie Gay would be the one masturbating while sitting in Billy’s big chair. Jeanie fingered his butt and milked his prostate ahead of time in hopes of keeping away any erection distractions for as long as they could. Billie Gay tucked her legs under her when she sat, and tucked away her comatose cock. Does she or doesn’t she? What’s up a woman’s skirt is her own business, even when she lets you peek.

Dashing Tony kissed her hand and exclaimed, “Two beautiful women! Have I died and gone to heaven?” Billie Gay, dressed in a plaid, pleated miniskirt and half-unbuttoned white blouse, giggled her practiced giggle and twisted her hair between her manicured fingers. “I hope you will be joining us,” Tony said.

“Billie Gay only watches,” Jeanie said. “Vera was supposed to tell you all about her, about how unique she is.”

“Special, yes, but hardly unique.” The fatherly man summoned Jeanie’s lips to his and gave Jeanie a not-so-fatherly kiss. “You’re special, too, my dear. A toast to what’s to come, then. If you would be so kind, my sexy, slender girl, I’d like you to bring us some sparkling water before you remove my clothing—lots of water. And let’s be sure that your girlfriend has some, too.”

“She ain’t my girlfriend. We’re married.”

“Of course. Everything about you is special.”

Billie Gay returned Tony’s gaze while Jeanie attentively, submissively stripped him of his shoes, his shirt, and his pants. Although he was patently over sixty, Tony had taken great care of himself and exuded the kind of wholesome masculinity that comes only with experience.

“Drink up, my dear Jeanie. We must all stay hydrated, mustn’t we?” Tony approached his voyeur before he was completely exposed and gripped her thigh, under her skirt, so close to the truth that he already knew. “Drink up, my dear Billie Gay.” She nodded, dropping her eyes and licking her lips over the unnaturally huge bulge in his underwear. “Good.”

Jeanie squealed with delight when Tony carefully set his underwear aside. His pendulous balls hung and swung far below his magnificent, grand, grandfather’s cock. She anxiously unbuttoned her blouse but he stopped her before she could strip. “Just your panties, I think,” he said. “Like your wife, I prefer you mysteriously clothed.”

Tony had Jeanie perch at the foot of the bed and he spread her legs until her knees met the mattress. His skilled fingers toyed with her under her skirt and explored the contours of her cunt. She needed to be told to keep her legs open, and, by his tone, she needed to be told only once.

Jeanie was fixed on her stud, huffing and puffing toward a fingered finish, even while his attention was on Billie Gay, whose shaking hands rested demurely in her empty lap. Right before Jeanie would have climaxed, Tony left her, high but hardly dry, and brought Billie Gay another water.

“You will do this for me, my lovely girl. I promise you an exquisite orgasm tonight, but you will wait until I say. Smile for me if you understand.” Billie Gay nodded and smiled, full of admiration for the man that she knew she could never be. “So lovely,” Tony said and kissed her forehead. “So special.”

Jeanie snapped her legs wide when Tony turned his attention back to the bed. “A woman to be enjoyed,” he said and discourteously crammed his cock up her cunt.

She gasped at the sudden invasion but shivered with delight under his masterful strokes. “Oh, baby, yes!” she cried when her previously denied climax burst forward. “Oh, fuck, Billie Gay, are you seeing this?” Billie Gay was indeed watching, squirming in her chair, unaccustomed to not having her cock in her fist whenever a big-bonered bull was fucking Jeanie.

Jeanie’s limbs flailed as Tony, fully controlled and in control, gave Jeanie another explosive orgasm. The room filled with the aroma of sex and Jeanie’s sweat when he withdrew his still stiff cum-coated staff. “Take a drink, my dear. Would you like one too?” he asked, tossing a bottle to Billie Gay.

“No, thank you. My bladder is pretty full.”

Tony’s face went dark and he frowned. “My dear, just because I was polite doesn’t mean you don’t have to do what you’re told. Let’s try this again. Would you like some sparkling water, my dear?”

“Y-yes, thank you.” Billie Gay drank until Tony smiled for her, and Jeanie had guzzled her drink by the time Tony returned to refill her empty pussy. After a couple more orgasms, Tony was bored enough to reward Jeanie with a cunt full of his precious seed. She clamped her hands over her pussy to keep the tasty treat from leaking out.

Billie Gay was overcome by three distinct and equally demanding needs: ejecting the cum from her heretofore hidden penis, emptying her overstretched bladder, and eating the bull’s cum from Jeanie’s cunt. The pleats in her skirt couldn’t quite hide her excitement when she stood.

Tony lifted Billie Gay’s skirt, airing out her dribbling erection. “No touching yet, my dear. Oh, it’s as lovely as I imagined.” Even though he didn’t show it, Tony had to pee as much as the girls and led them to the bathroom. “Into the tub, if you please.”

“I need to pee,” Billie Gay said, nodding toward the toilet.

“With an erection?” That made Tony chuckle, and he made Billie Gay lie in the tub.

“I need to pee, too,” Jeanie said.

“And so you shall,” Tony said, and helped Jeanie squat over Billie Gay’s face. They waited for instructions or permission while Tony waited for them to catch on. “You’re big girls. Figure it out.”

Billie Gay stroked her aching cock, hoping to cum and hoping not to pee. Looking up Jeanie’s skirt, she could see Tony’s cum seep from her pussy and opened her mouth for the delivery of the evening’s prize. “Sorry, Baby!” Jeanie whimpered and, surprise, her bladder burst, pouring golden water onto Billie Gay’s eyes and face. Globs of Tony’s sperm swam over the falls and splattered helplessly on Billie Gay’s rosy cheek.

That was too much for Billie Gay, whose need to pee, for the moment, outweighed her need to cum and she peed her pee as from a water cannon into her mouth and up her nose. Sputtering, she never stopped jerking herself off and as soon as her body let her, she shot ropes of pent-up cum onto her pretty white blouse.

Tony lifted his fire hose and showered them both with his praise and piddle, saturating their schoolgirl uniforms. “Don’t be too ashamed that you couldn’t hold it,” he mocked with a shake. “It’s all about control.” Tony dressed, left a calling card where they’d be sure to find it, and bid them adieu.

~~~

Vera told Jeanie and Billy the next day that Tony would not be fucking Jeanie again any time soon. “Imagine him pissing on my girls like that!” Billy was glad to hear it, because a mouthful of a man’s cum was one thing, and pee was quite another. Vera gripped Jeanie by the shoulders and said, “Men have been pissing on women long enough.” Without looking away from her sister-in-law, she said, “Ain’t that right, Billy?”

“Yes’m,” he said. He knew that tone.

“On the other hand…”

Oh, God…

“Have men been pissed on nearly enough?”

Billy sighed. Why fight when Vera would win? His nut sack already hung with shame, filled only with the dust of what had once been his boastful balls. “No, ma’am.”