Biker bar

Sarah stepped in and gazed at a barroom full of hairy men in leather.

Robert glanced back at the row of four motorcycles, mostly Harleys, along the side of the bar. He scampered in after Sarah.

Sarah licked her lips. She slipped her panties off from under her plaid skirt. She scammed the crotches of man meat. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra to let her tits hang out.

Robert shivered and giggled like a teenage girl. His eyes widened at the tight jeans and wondered which had the biggest cock for him to enjoy.

The four sweaty bikers and butch looking woman bartenders stared at the newcomers. They wondered what these two old people wanted.

Despite their new mindsets, Robert still looked like a 60-year-old balding bespectacled bookkeeper and Sarah was still a 58-year-old librarian who also wore glasses. Her tits sagged and her hair was gray. Her body carried signs of birthing two children. Both were flabby.

Since Robert only thought he had sucked cock in the past, his only frame of reference was to behave as a stereotypical fag. In his mind, his wife fucked and sucked cocks many times throughout their marriage and that made him a wimpy cuckold.

In Sarah's mind, she only enjoyed other men on their anniversary. She drooled at the opportunity at screwing her 35th man. In truth, she only ever slept with Robert in a missionary position.

Robert lisped, "Thee any one you like?"

Sarah moaned.

Bertha the bartender. "I think you two are in the wrong place."

Moose, a tall black muscular black man, waved his hand to quiet Bertha. "What do you two want?"

Sarah shook her hair and removed her glasses. The thin chain allowed the spectacles to dangle between her floppy breasts. "We want to fuck one of you for our anniversary." She lost any sense of inhibition or respectability. She considered herself a slut for the night.

Sarah walked up to the first biker at the end of the bar. "You want to go back to the motel to fuck me and my fag of a husband?" With her new brainwashed mind, she considered Robert a namby-pamby milquetoast. She shook her head. Those words were too sophisticated. She didn't know where they came from. She spoke softly, "My husband's a pussy, a sissy. I need a real man for the night!" Robert merely whimpered in response.

The man she approached, Bruiser, smirked. "Why would I want to fuck a dried up old cunt like you?" The words made Sarah shiver.

"Whip out your cock and I'll show you!" she said as she flapped her tits at him.

"You take it out for me," Bruiser demanded.

In Sarah's mind, she was an expert cocksucker and fuckwhore. She was convinced that she knew how to handle a cock. In her imagination, she fucked all kinds of cocks - white, black, brown, big, small, thick with veins, bulbous purple cock heads. In truth, she had only read a couple randy books at the library and saw part of one porn movie that accidentally pooped up on her laptop.

Sarah reached into his pants and fumbled around.She didn't know what she was touching. She pulled her hand out and cupped his crotch. With two fingers, she unzipped his pants. A soft but long cock flopped out. She licked it gently. She had never really sucked a cock before, not even Robert's. She opened her mouth and put the tip of the cock between her lips. She gagged.

Angry, she snapped at Robert. "Get over her and help me!"

Robert minced over and dropped to his knees. Although he was convinced that he was a cock-sucking fag, he also had no true experience in cocksucking. He fumbled around. Unlike Sarah, he had seen more than a few pornos. He tried to remember what the women did. He kissed the cock. His tongue slid up and down the shaft. He pushed his mouth on top of the cock head. In truth, he was as confused as Sarah.

Moose guffawed. "You two thought you could come in here and have some fun."

Stunned, Sarah and Robert looked at each other. They fucked other men, didn't they?

"Let's have some fun. We'll show you how to really fuck!" Moose grunted as he waved the others over. "Bertha, learn them how to suck cock! But first get 'em ready."

Bertha strutted over and handed them each a shot of tequila. Then another one. The bikers pulled their jeans off. Bertha **** a third shot down their throats.

The most Sarah ever drank was a glass of tow of white wine. Robert drank a beer on occasion with the boys. So the fourth shot of tequila sent their heads spinning.

Moose whipped out his long black cock. "Suck it," he told Sarah. Two bikers cornered Robert. "Suck ours."

Sarah sputtered. "No, this isn't right. We only fuck one man for our anniversary."

Robert lisped, "You thuck any cock you thee, thlut." His memories did not match Sarah's.

Sarah's mind rebelled. "No. only on our anniversary."

Bertha took control. "Shut up, bitches. Do what I do. Grab those balls. And kiss those dicks." Drunk and confused, Robert and Sarah followed her directions. "Now do what I do, you stupid sluts."

When Bertha licked Bruiser's shaft, Robert and Sarah licked the ones in front of them. When Bertha sucked the cock head, they did too.

"Hey, fag boy. You get to take both those cocks on your mouth at once."

Robert's glasses fell to the floor as his opened his mouth to accommodate the two hard pricks inside. His tongue wagged across the two shafts.

Sarah was too preoccupied with the huge cock in her mouth. She tied to fit as much of it as she could.

Bertha continued to instruct the elderly husband and wife in the finer points of cock suck. She jerked off Bruiser's cock so she could talk.

"Come on, you sluts. Work that man meat, you cocksucker. You want to make it cum, you cock whores. You want to taste that cum, you cumsluts." Each word drilled deeper into their minds. Each word took root. Each word truly changed them. Robert and Sarah were sluts. Robert and Sarah were cocksuckers. Robert and Sarah were cock whores. They were now cumsluts in every sense of the word.

Now Sarah worshiped that massive prick. Now she knew how to truly suck a cock.

Now Robert devoured those two cocks like he was a regular at a gloryhole.

The husband and wife devoured this cocks. Their tongues savored the salty sweat off those cocks. Soon they were able to deep throat those pricks like they had been doing it for years. But they never touched any besides Robert's before they stepped inside this bar.

Now they were full-fledged cock suckers AND THEY LOVED IT!

One of the cocks in Robert's mouth got harder. Little Bobby groaned as he felt himself cum. Feeling Robert warm wet mouth and his fellow biker's cock against his made him lose control. They thought of **** Robert's mouth pushed him over the edge. With both hands, he grabbed Robert's head and shoved it deep onto his cock. He blasted cum down Robert's throat.

Robert instinctively swallowed and sucked more hoping the other cock would cum. He leaned back to catch his breath. A stream of hot cum dribbled out of the side of his mouth.

Sarah caught sight of her husband and grew jealous of this cum he was licking off with his tongue. "I want some," she squealed at Moose.

Moose shook his head. "No, bitch. It's time to fuck." He picked her up and **** her against the pool table. Sarah offered no resistance. Again she falsely remembered fucking 34 other men besides her husband. She imagined that she had been a slut for 34 other cocks. But, she hadn't. So when Moose shoved his 10-inch long, 5-inch wide cock into her pussy. She screamed. She never experienced anything so massive invade her body. Her body tried to adjust to what her brain was telling her. Her 58-year-old pussy stretched to fit it in, but only half of it was in her. Her mind reeled at the new sensation of being filled with hard black cock.

Moose grinned as he split her wide. "You thought pushing a kid through your cunt was tough. This will really loosen your pussy wide open. You'll never been able to feel your hubby's cock again after I'm through."

Sarah screamed in a new awareness. She panted. She moaned. She grunted. She came. She wrapped her arms around this large man and pulled him close to kiss those thick black lips. As she did. he pumped the rest of his cock inside her. Her eye opened wide. She screamed again as she came again.

Moose thrust his massive cock in and out. "You love black cock."

"Yes."

"You're a whore for black cock!"

"Yes!"

"Do you ever want white cock again?"

"Nooo!"

"You're a queen of spades, bitch!"

"Yessssss!" Sara yelled as she came for a third time. She would never resist black cock again for the rest of her life.

Moose continued to fuck her because he hadn't cum yet.