Taking Annie (extreme Dom, denial, breeding)

[don_jetman]

An oldie of mine under a different pen name.

Taking Annie

by Winston Greystroke

Chapter 1

My name is Parker. That's all you need to know. You came home that
first day to find me kissing your wife on your living room sofa. She
was naked. I mauled her breasts, one in each hand, as I licked the side
of her face. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed. She was
moaning. Her legs were spread wide. Her cunt was wet and red. Then she
came, whispering, "Parker...Parker...Parker..."

I didn't much care if you were present or not. I told you so right
away. And I told you I'd be staying, with your pretty wife's blessing.
My arms are thicker than your legs. I could smell the fear on you.

"I think I'll fuck you up," I said, minutes after I saw you enter your
own home. And I did. Badly. I'm strong and know how to fight. You were
half my weight and didn't have a clue. I bloodied your nose, broke your
arm and two ribs.

You recovered in your guest room. I sleep in your bed, with your
willing wife, Annie. You knew better than to object.

"I met him at the gym," your wife told you, when I was away. "He told
me I was ripe, hungry to be owned by a real man. When he put my hand on
his cock and kissed me, I knew he was right. The first time he fucked
me, there was no turning back. He owns me, and you'd better not
interfere."

That's all she would say - all she had to say really. One word from her
and I'd beat you bloody. She warned you to bring me your paycheck and
stay out of my way. And to do as you were told. You didn't have to be
told twice.

I like to see her naked, so she is, constantly. Weekends, she brings me
one beer after another by the pool. After a few I have her call you out
to watch. You have to stand by my lounge chair and ask, "What can I do
for you, Sir?"

"Have your wife blow me," or "Beg me to fuck your wife in the ass," are
just a few of my requests. Of course you do as you are told. And she is
always glad to oblige. Eagerly. When she sucks me, I turn her so you
can watch her pussy redden and swell, then drip with juicy abandon. I
make you get on your knees and lick her while she sucks my cock. She
comes with your mouth glued to her snatch, screaming loud enough for
the neighbors to hear. She swallows my cum like it's candy, then sucks
me for more.

Each night you can hear us having sex in your bed, me grunting as I
fill her with sperm, her moaning and gasping as she takes it, never
getting enough of my immense cock.

I make sure she reminds you of our special relationship, even when I'm
not around. "I just can't wait to get his beautiful cock inside me
again," she'll say. "I never knew a man's cock could be so huge, and
stay so hard for so long. I just feel so full, so stretched when he's
in me. Just feeling his big nuts slap against me when we're fucking is
enough to make me cum, right here, right now." She isn't shy anymore
about the language she uses, even at the mall or the supermarket. The
looks you get must be humiliating, to say the least.

Some days your wife calls you at work to ask a "favor". You have to
call me to let me know she wants me to go to your home and fuck her, as
soon as possible. Your own dear wife makes you tell me how her pussy is
dripping wet for me, how she needs my giant cock inside her
immediately. And I go to her, usually around noon, fill her with cum,
then come home and fuck her over and over that same night.

And your kids - what must they think of you, sitting by helplessly
while I use their mother's precious body night after night? They don't
call you Daddy anymore. In fact, they don't speak to you at all. They
just stare at your sweet Annie and me as we begin our foreplay in front
of the TV each night. Your daughter seems mesmerized by the size of my
cock each time your wife takes it out to run her fingers over it. As
for your son, well, he is no longer shy about ogling his mother's body
as it responds to my caresses.

Annie's appearance has changed over time, at my whim. Her hair has
grown longer, past her shoulders. I refuse to let her have it cut.
She's dyed it blonde, platinum blonde, and always has it done in large,
bouncing curls. I do love the look of a woman built for sex. I suppose
you were shocked when I had her get implants. But she did it. For me.
Anything for me. They're outrageously large for her slim body. Everyone
stares at her. I like that.

Last week I made her wash my BMW in an absurdly tiny bikini, out front,
in your driveway, where everyone could see. The three teenage boys
across the street couldn't keep their eyes off her. I sat out front and
watched, chuckling at the boys rapt attention. I'd have her wave and
smile at them, then bend over to soak the sponge in the bucket of sudsy
water, allowing her tits to fall invitingly out of the flimsy bikini
top.

I called you outside as she put on a show for the guys. "Go over and
tell them she's hot for them," I ordered. "Invite them over tonight.
Tell them your wife wants some fresh young cock."

They eyed you warily as you approached, afraid you were going to make
trouble. I'll bet saying the words was the hardest thing you've ever
had to do.

"I, um, see you've been watching my wife," you stammered.

They all grinned, a little embarrassed.

"She'd like to know if you want to come over this evening."

"Well, sure, I guess, if it's OK with you," the tallest of the three
answered with a smirk.

You turned to see me watching, listening to every word.

"She - she, um, wants some fresh young cock," you continued.

How humiliating. Blatantly offering your sweet Annie to the
neighborhood kids. Have you no pride? Oh, of course not. Not anymore.

They all laughed nervously, then louder, when they understood you were
serious.

"We'll be there!" they chimed together.

And they were true to their promise - all of them. I welcomed them at
the front door, supplied beers all around, then introduced Annie, led
naked, by you, from the kitchen.

My, how they stared at her tits, so huge and firm on her slim, little
body. I've caught you staring a few times as well. I'll bet you'd like
a crack at her these days, right? But of course that won't happen,
ever. She might if I forced her, but I'd never make sweet Annie do
something she now considers so disgusting.

I had her welcome her guests, each of them, with a long, slow, deep
kiss. They were shy at first, but it didn't take long to see their
erections grow inside their jeans with Annie's body pressed so tightly
against them. She fondled each of the boys as she tongued them,
groaning when she measured each hardening cock with her tiny hands.
With no further urging from me, she had all three erections exposed in
only minutes, watching wild-eyed as they stiffened in her hands. This
was your wife, your dear, sweet, innocent Annie. You watched as though
you hardly knew her. Of course, she completely ignored you.

"Tell us, Annie," I began. "Why have you asked these fine young studs
here tonight? Why have you taken me as a lover, when you could have as
much sex as you could possibly want with your husband?"

She didn't hesitate to answer, which pleased me immensely.

"He doesn't - I mean, he can't - I mean, well, he's so small."

She stared at the boys as she went on, looking from one to the
next, her pretty face pleading to be satisfied.

"I mean, his penis," she continued. "It just isn't that big, or hard,
and he can't do it - I mean, fuck me - for more than a few minutes.
He's never made me cum. Never. I just, well, sort of pretended, so he
would stop."

She turned to me suddenly, her face flushed, her nipples hard and
throbbing.

"Oh God, Parker - you're the first - the first real man to put his cock
in me - the first man to make me cum!"

She turned again to the boys, who were at first stunned, then tried
their best to hold back grins as they watched for your reaction. They
could see the shock on your face, and how you were shaking, then
crying, like a pathetic child.

"You can see why she's hungry for some cock, boys," I interrupted. "Her
husband's good at cowering and crying, but not much else. He does bring
us a rather small paycheck every two weeks. I suppose that counts for
something. So, let's say we have some fun."

Annie was still eyeing the boys' erections, nearly drooling at how
urgently they hovered in the air, pointing directly at her, throbbing
for her cunt.

"Annie," I announced, "you want these boys to fuck you, I want these
boys to fuck you, and I'm sure the boys are more than ready. All we
need is your husband's approval. So ask him. I think he should beg,
don't you?"

How did it feel when she looked at you, knowing the only thing she
needed from you was your request for three teenage boys to gang-bang
her in your own home? Dear, sweet Annie, your loving wife of so many
years, mother of your children, so willing to tell a room of strangers
how bad you are in bed, how you don't measure up as a man, how she
faked every single orgasm you've ever heard her utter, all for the
chance to get not one, but three hard, young cocks inside her in a
single night.

We didn't have to wait long for your answer. You must fear me terribly.

"P-please," you stuttered, "I beg you..." You looked at the first boy,
the second, then the third. "I - I beg you, all of you - to - to - f-
fuck my wife."

"To fuck - whom?" I sneered. "Don't act as though she isn't in the
room. It's not polite. Her name - her name..."

"Please, I beg all of you to, to, fuck - my wife, Annie," you repeated.

Your wife absolutely glowed. I was pretty pleased myself.

The rest of the night went perfectly. Annie fucked them all, at least
twice. I believe she even pulled the tall one (you know, the one with
the cock even bigger than mine) back into your bed a third time.

Even though you witnessed the entire evening from a chair at the side
of the bed, that last fuck had to be the hardest for you to watch. For
hours she took a pounding from the boys. She was so insatiable, so
hungry for cock, any cock, except yours. She took all of them so
eagerly inside her, as though her cunt actually sucked the shafts of
rigid flesh up into her flat little belly, then milked them tirelessly
until they unloaded flood after flood of cum against her cervix. She
screamed louder each time she climaxed, raging and panting like a wild
animal in heat. Finally, after sucking him until he was fully engorged
for the third time, she straddled him, reaching behind to find the huge
post of warm flesh, then slowly lowering her sweat-drenched body onto
it. You could see his immense cock stretch her as she sank lower,
taking more and more of it inside her. You could hear her groan louder
with each inch, her eyes closed, her slim body on fire for the monster
between her legs, her mind now consumed by thoughts of another man's,
another boy's, cock.

It must have taken two full minutes for her cunt to devour him to the
root. By then she was gasping desperately for breath, shaking so badly
that she could barely hold herself upright above his straining young
body. Once-perfect curls of shining hair now hung in matted strings
where sweat collected, then fell in tiny, constant rivers over her
breasts and down her back. The sheer size of him forced from her a
sudden wave of semen held within her for hours, collecting white and
frothy in the tangle of black hair at the base of his cock. I heard you
gasp when you saw it erupt from her hole and flow slowly over his
balls. So much semen inside her, and none of it yours. And yet your
wife wanted this, wanted the potent fluids of these young boys deep
inside her, filling her until she overflowed, washing her tender cunt
until no space in her hungry belly was untouched by it. She not only
wanted it, by now she craved it.

Finally, she took all of him, every inch. She froze for an instant when
she touched bottom, quivering as in a trance. A second later, as her
clitoris pressed firmly against him, she cried out, collapsing onto
him, clawing at the damp sheets and pumping her hips furiously, making
you watch as the boy gave her the orgasm you couldn't. She made you
listen to her screams, and watch the spasms and tremors of her hungry,
naked body as the orgasm ripped through her. She let you know, beyond
any doubt, that she would welcome this from any man - any man but you.

Of course I fucked her for hours after the boys left. And she enjoyed
it every bit as much. She always does. And every day you come home from
your monotonous job to find your sweet Annie naked, in my arms, or at
my feet, craving the attention you can never give her. Any every night
in our bed she offers up her thirsty young body to me, her mouth, her
cunt, her ass - any and all of them, more than willingly.

But there are nights to come, so many nights for Annie to show her
devotion to me in new ways, ways even she can't yet imagine. But just
as much, she wants to show you as well, to prove her complete surrender
to me at your expense. I know this because she tells me nightly, in
quiet, ragged gasps, her wide blue eyes locked on mine as she writhes
and thrashes at the end of my cock.

 

[don_jetman]

Taking Annie

Chapter 2

The following document is one that you will want to keep for future
reference. Read it carefully - memorize it - then follow the
instructions precisely, if you want to stay healthy.


A Cuckold's Care and Breeding of the Unfaithful Wife


Your wife is now a superior man's possession. You are but a caretaker
of her soft flesh, serving first me, then her, obeying our every wish
and whim. She has chosen this because you are a snail of a man, an
unfit partner for any female. By her word, you will never have sex with
her again, never feel her silky skin against you, never deposit your
pathetic squirt of semen inside her. Now all these things will be done
by other men, men worthy of her voracious appetite to be used as a
purely sexual being.

You will prepare her each morning, cleansing her of the semen dried to
a hard crust over her face and body from the night before. Strip and
enter the shower first, testing the water yourself, making sure the
temperature is just as she likes it. Summon her when ready. Clean her
from head to toe, using any soaps and shampoos she desires. This is
your daily test, the only short period of time you can ever be naked
next to her. But now your place is that of a eunuch, present only for
the job at hand.

It will be difficult at first, running the soap, then your bare hands
over her warm, slippery flesh. Your little prick may begin to rise as
your hands slide so easily over her large, full breasts, then between
her legs, washing the dead sperm from between the inviting lips of her
sex. But by now she has no use for it, that "little worm of yours", as
she calls it. When faced with this minor annoyance, she will train you
to "adjust", to think of her now as only a necessary morning task. She
will take your testicles in her small hand and apply the required
pressure to quench any thoughts of sex. Applied liberally, over enough
time, the intentional pain she inflicts will assure you no longer
associate the closeness of her naked belly and breasts with any notion
of sex at all. Only when you are trained not to respond to her will she
tease you from time to time by giving your tiny dick a quick squeeze.
The true test is when you no longer respond at all to the sight of her
body or her skillful touch, and she will delight in the changes she has
brought about in you.

You will shave her cunt daily. Do it with great care. Cut her and you
will pay dearly. She will sit on the edge of the tub and watch as you
work the shaving cream over her cunt-lips and lower belly, then even
more closely as you slowly drag the razor over her sensitive skin. You
may notice her smile as you bare her sex for today's lover. It's one of
the few times she thinks about you at all. Your humiliation excites her
- your duty, to prepare the pussy that you once so enjoyed for some
stranger, to make it smooth and clean, so inviting for him, like
handing it to him on a silver platter. How many men have used her, slid
their cocks into the prize you prepare every day, all of them so much
bigger and better than you? She knows. It's why she's smiling.

You will stand by her, naked, ready to do as she tells you, as she
prepares herself for the day ahead. She has but to ask for anything -
her comb, her brush, lipstick, mascara - you will become skilled at
knowing what she needs and when, and will have it ready before she
asks. Watch closely as she fixes her hair and applies her makeup,
knowing that each careful step that goes into making her adorable face
even more adorable is now done for someone else, without a thought of
whether it would please you or not.

Dress her as she wishes. She shouldn't have to touch the clothes she's
had you arrange neatly on the her bed. Still naked, you will dress her
carefully - panties first, then her bra, when she decides to wear them.
When she doesn't, it's not your business why. Perhaps I've asked her to
go naked under her dress this day. Or perhaps it's her own decision, to
impress one of her other lovers. Either way, you know that the soft,
yielding skin so alive beneath your fingers is no longer yours to
enjoy.

You may look at her one last time each day as you lower the dress over
her shoulders, or button her blouse and raise the zipper at the back of
her skirt. One last glimpse as her bare skin disappears from your view,
gone until another man puts his hands on her, fondles those ripe,
jutting breasts, the silky curves of her belly and hips, the even
softer skin of her inner thighs. No doubt she's already thinking about
him before you're finished fastening the clasp of her necklace or
sliding the gold bracelet over her delicate hand.

Look carefully into her blue eyes. There lies the truth. See the
excitement of being taken by her next lover in her dilated pupils, the
traces of shameless lust as her eyes widen and she gazes off into the
distance, oblivious to your presence as you prepare her for the world
of men. The world of men - strong, potent men, who can make your wife
wet with a mere wink or gesture; rich, powerful men, who can give her
anything she desires, then still fuck her the way she likes it, long
and hard. Look into her eyes once more. It's all there.

One last goodbye. Before you leave for work, you will ask to eat her.
If she accepts, she will find a suitable chair or sofa, spread her
legs, and wait for you to begin. Raising her dress or skirt, being
careful not to wrinkle it, you will lower your face between her legs
and lick the plump outer lips of her pussy, then proceed just as she
tells you. As you work your tongue farther inside the wet folds of her
sex, you know her mind is elsewhere, but you continue until she orders
you to stop, always before she cums. She's saving that for another man,
most likely one you'll never know. She's shaking and flushed when she
has you stop - a walking billboard for sex. Her lover will know she's
ready the second he sees her. You'll leave for work immediately, the
smell of pussy juice clinging to your face.

The house is hers during the day as you labor at your menial job. Leave
promptly at 7:00 each morning. Never return before 6:00 each evening.
Much of her life no longer concerns you, and she deserves the privacy
to do as she wishes. I need my time alone with her, and many of the men
she's chosen to satisfy her take great pleasure in doing so in your
bed. There's much power in taking a man's wife in his own bed, knowing
how aware her husband is of her actions, yet helpless to prevent them.
So many will take her there, hear her cries as she orgasms under them,
then empty the thick, potent fluids that course through their cocks
into her waiting womb.

Nights and weekends you will be required to provide many services, too
varied to enumerate here. A few simple rules will prove adequate to
keep you from harm.

I require your wife to be naked at all times in the house.
Look all you want, but never touch, unless told by me. Never
look her in the eyes in my presence.

You will no longer call her by name. Doing so assumes more
intimacy than she finds comfortable, or I will allow. You
will address her as "Mistress", and me as "Sir". Anything
else will be punishable by extreme measures I'm sure you well
remember.

Simply put, do what you're told - always. Your status in
your home is always the lowest possible, even falling
below guests or strangers should they enter. Obeying
immediately should be foremost in your mind at all times.
Punishment can range from mild to severe, depending on your
clumsiness or failure to respond to the request made of you.

Finally, a subject so many husbands find most difficult to accept. When
I decide to breed your wife, it is of ultimate importance that you play
your part in the ritual I have established. Your willing participation
is above all a sign to your wife that you approve, even encourage her
to take another's seed, indeed, a superior seed, inside her womb,
welcoming the virile, wriggling invaders to seize her egg, penetrate
it, and begin the makings of a smarter, better looking child than you
could ever hope to produce. Helping to impregnate your wife with
another man's sperm will become your most important duty.

But often, at first, it is a most difficult duty. Preparing her can be
bittersweet; the placing of pillows under her to raise her hips off the
bed; the positioning her legs, stretching them wide and pulling them
far back over her head, her vagina now a gaping funnel, soon to drain
it's thriving contents into her womb. You must watch her face with
encouragement as the head of her lover's cock enters her, and then wait
patiently for the thick piston of flesh to slowly coax her to the brink
of her climax.

The time seems to crawl as he strokes her, time to let the juices of
her cunt flow, preparing an easy route for billions of waiting sperm,
time to allow her cervix to grow impatient for its meal, yawning in
anticipation like a small, hungry mouth. When the time is near, your
hands are needed elsewhere, to caress her lover's balls, then to stroke
the base of his pulsing cock at the instant she comes. It is then you
feel his semen surging through the massive shaft. It is then you stroke
and pump him, ensuring the forceful and complete delivery of thick man-
juice as it jets deeply into your screaming wife.

Afterwards, you return to the task of keeping her legs high in the air
as the sperm race toward their destination. As insurance, her lover
arouses her a second time, at first kissing her gently, then playing
with her breasts and nipples until they harden into small, sensitive
buttons under his fingertips. You look down to see her clitoris
obscenely swollen and hard just before he takes it between his fingers.
Rolling and stroking it in ways you could have never managed, he brings
her to the edge quickly. No need to wait this time. In seconds she
gasps, her eyes widen, and she moans, long and loud, her hips thrusting
in the air.

Inside her, the narrow neck of her cervix spasms, then jerks downward
repeatedly, dipping into the remaining pool of cum, sucking it eagerly
inside her womb where her egg awaits a worthy sperm. You hold her legs
in the air long after her lover departs, knowing that each second makes
it more likely she carries his child. You'll be the last to know. Weeks
later you may overhear her as I carry her, naked, to our bed. "I'm
pregnant," she tells me, in her small, sexy voice. Then and only then
will you know that you've done well. You've placed another man's child
in your precious wife's belly, and she's long forgotten you were even
there.

 

[don_jetman]

Taking Annie

Chapter 3

The barbecue a few weeks ago was Annie's idea. It was time your friends
and neighbors got to know me. Annie made the guest list. She even
included a few of your co-workers - oh, and your boss, Eric. Eric was
your peer once. In fact, you showed him the ropes when he first
started. Then, a year ago, Eric won the promotion to district manager,
leaving you in the dust. You were so sure it would be you. When you
told Annie, you could tell she was disappointed. The new house would
have to wait, and her aging Bronco would now have to hold out a few
more years. How she wanted that shiny new Grand Cherokee. Inside, she
was thinking how much she also wanted a man who could give her what she
needed.

To make matters worse, Eric had become an arrogant prick. He seemed to
dislike you more every day. Never missing a chance to make you look bad
or embarrass you, he now considered you to be nothing more than a
gofer, constantly passing you over in favor of some new college boy
ready to kiss his ass. Now he drove a better car, lived in a bigger
house, and had taken a trophy wife, the daughter of the CEO.

It was a warm, sunny Saturday afternoon. You tended to the grill while
Annie and I greeted our guests. We got quite a few stares at the front
door. Annie introduced me as "her new friend". I think more than a few
of the women understood what kind of friend I was, right away. The men
didn't say much. They were too busy staring at Annie's tits.

I really wanted her naked the entire day. But, of course, that would
have been just a bit over the top for the occasion. Instead, I bought
her a new outfit. I think it was just the thing for a friendly
neighborhood get-together. Those tiny, white shorts barely contained
her cute, round little ass-cheeks. They rode so low on her hips that
the waistband was a mere finger-width from exposing the top her freshly
shaved slit. I swear I could see her clit throbbing through the thin
cotton. The pink t-shirt clung to her like a second skin. It was two
sizes too small, of course, with a scooped neck that almost forced her
tits out into the dry summer air. She looked so cute. A bit whorish,
I'll admit, but, it suited her, don't you think?

Eric was the last to arrive. You didn't see the hug she gave him, or
how she rested her cheek on his broad chest for much too long. His
wife, Nancy, stood next to them, with a look that could have killed.

Nancy was a cold fish. OK, so I fucked her, a few times. She kept her
eyes closed, clenching her teeth, as though she couldn't wait to have
the dirty business done with. She struggled to cum every time, and it
took forever. Afterwards, she was all business, always in a hurry to
go, to grab her orgasm and run.

Annie was a hit with half the crowd. You know which half. All tits and
bouncing blonde hair on her blue-eyed 5'2" frame made for some
interesting fantasies for the men, who all watched (and enjoyed) your
little fuck-bunny flirt recklessly for hours. At first she had been shy
about appearing in public wearing the new clothes. She held them in
front of her, then looked at me in disbelief. "If I wear these, they'll
see, um, everything...". "Not quite everything," I assured her. "But I
can promise you, they'll like what they see." I'll have to admit, my
cock was hard when I first saw her dressed in them. And as
uncomfortable as she was, after a few drinks, I think she enjoyed the
attention.

She was annoying to most of the women, so I took the opportunity to get
to know some of them better. So many frustrated soccer moms, seething
with their secret desires, so easily unlocked and released by the right
man.

Your ribs and burgers were a hit too, but by early evening most of the
men were hungry for another kind of meat. After a few more drinks,
Annie had slipped into her sky-blue bikini for a dip in the pool. A few
of the men had waded in as well. Some simply striped off their shirts,
wearing the shorts they arrived in. Eric came better prepared. He
dropped his shorts at the side of the pool to reveal a tiny blue
speedo. If you could only have seen Annie's jaw drop. The wisp of nylon
over his hips caught the light of the setting sun, highlighting the
impossible size of the cock it contained. It lay limp and thick, like a
giant sausage, capped by a bulbous head that nearly escaped the elastic
at his waist. Eric dove in and swam a few laps. Annie looked on,
practically drooling, ignoring everyone else. Can you imagine how much
she wanted him? How he had set her little cunt on fire?

The teenagers from across the street were watching as well. They
followed Annie when she climbed from the pool, her skin slick and wet,
her hair now a thick golden cord down her back. She came to you for
help as you were cleaning the grill. "Help me, please," she asked in
her best little-girl voice. You followed her to the bathroom, with the
three boys in tow. She turned and grinned at you. "Could you watch the
door? I'm going to have a little desert." Then she winked, took the
first boy by the hand, and led him inside, closing the door behind
them.

You could hear him gasping behind the closed door as she went to her
knees and took the head of his cock in her mouth, her little hands
teasing his balls, her tongue twirling and lashing at the sensitive
opening where she would eventually receive her reward. You heard him
grunt when he came, pumping his cum into your wife's mouth and throat
as she sucked harder, thirsty for every drop. You could even hear the
sucking sounds she made as she tried to coax more of his sperm from
him, until finally he had to tell her to stop.

When the door opened, she reached for the second boy's hand, looked at
you, grinned again, and purred, "Next..." The sounds began again, your
pretty wife sucking the cum out of a second young boy, certain to have
stored up his fair share of semen, enough to fill her mouth and throat
until she could swallow no more.

When the door opened again, she took the third and tallest boy inside,
then pulled you in as well. As she worked his shorts to his knees, his
monstrous cock flopped into view. "I'll need some help with this one,"
she told you, as she brought him to his full size, her hands and
fingers moving slowing over the shaft, worshiping it, licking her lips.

"Don't just stand there," she ordered, looking at you with frustration
in her eyes. "Jack him off. My jaw aches. Help me! Now!" She took his
cock in her hands, just behind the head, sealed her lips over the
opening, then motioned for you to start. It was so thick you could
barely get your hands around it. And it was awkward at first. You had
never masturbated another man. After a few minutes, you could sense his
stomach begin to tense, then quiver. The shaft of his cock began to
spasm in your hands. Then you could feel it - the first jet of semen
racing through it, so strong, so powerful. Then a second, and a third -
would it ever stop?

Annie was moaning between swallows. Her eyes were closed, her hands
milking his cock with slow, regular contractions. None of his semen
escaped her lips. She hungered for it, gulped it furiously, now moaning
louder. Looking down between her legs, you could see her hand now
thrust deep inside her little white shorts, her finger circling over
her sopping clit, until she pulled away from his cock and groaned,
twisting and jerking as her own orgasm washed over her. When she caught
her breath, she looked up at you with a satisfied smile. "Now you know
what it's like to jack off a real cock," she teased.

As she left the bathroom, still a little unsteady on her feet, she
bumped into Eric on his way to the kitchen for another beer. When she
smiled at him, she felt something on her chin. He watched with
amusement as she removed the droplet of cum with her finger and sucked
it slowly into her mouth.

But for you, the real unpleasantness had yet to begin. No man could
ever be truly prepared for it. My intention from the start was to breed
your pretty young wife. Neither you nor she ever really had a choice.
It was only a matter of time. I planned to do it myself, to make you
watch as your wife welcomed my virile sperm into her womb. But on this
night, Annie was at her most fertile, and another more interesting path
had presented itself.

How it must have stabbed you in the heart - your former peer, your
present rival, your boss, would be the one to impregnate dear Annie.
And why not. He was better than you at everything else. His sperm would
produce a fine child, a successful child, a superior child, to be sure.
He would certainly be ready, after so many years with his ice-queen of
a wife. His immense cock would be the perfect instrument to drench
Annie's womb with potent sperm, it's length guaranteeing that the tip
would lodge firmly against her cervix when he injected her with his
semen. You must have seen all this and more in your mind's eye when I
told you of my decision. The look on your face, one of horror, loss,
and humiliation, all at once, was unforgettable. And after all, I have
plenty of time to plant my seed in her later. She would no doubt have
children to many men.

It didn't take much to persuade Eric to stay after the other guests
left. It took much more to persuade his wife Nancy to leave without
him. But then, did she really want me to tell Eric about our "special
meetings" at the Hilton? Eric wasn't exactly the understanding type,
especially when it came to sharing his possessions. She finally left
with another couple, her face white as a sheet. My talents sometimes
pay off in gold.

"I'm going to breed you tonight," I told Annie, after leading her to
the bedroom. She gave me a puzzled look at first, then smiled a little.
"You're going to give me a baby?" she asked. Dear, sweet, innocent
Annie. She thought I would be the one. She wanted my baby inside her.
Her big blue eyes beamed.

"Eric," I said at last. "You'll carry Eric's baby."

Her eyes widened in surprise, then looked away. "Does it have to be
Eric?" she asked, the disappointment showing in her voice.

"Eric is good stock, Annie. He's intelligent, successful, and handsome.
You must agree he'll make a fine child, yes?"

She looked up at me again with her smile returning. "Yes," she
answered.

"And besides, you've seen his cock. Wouldn't you consider that a
bonus?" I reminded her.

"Yes!" she answered quickly. "Mmmmm, yes!"

That faraway look returned, as she imagined his thick, meaty penis
digging slowly, deeply, inside her.

"Tell him," I ordered. Again her eyes widened. "Tell him?" she asked.
"Tell him now," was my answer.

She went to the living room where you and Eric were watching TV,
becoming more and more uncomfortable with each other's company.
Standing directly in front of him, her hardened nipples pressing
urgently through the still-damp bikini top, she looked down at Eric,
the excitement pouring from her nearly naked body.

"I want your baby, " she announced, shamelessly.

How that one instant in time must have shaken you. Those words, spoken
with lust and conviction from your lovely wife, asking, begging, the
one man whom you despise, to give her the product of his loins, to
carry his seed, his offspring, for nine months, then care for the child
as though it was conceived in wedlock.

Eric stared, not knowing how to respond.

"I want you to impregnate me, now," she repeated, more insistently.

"I - I - don't know what to say, Annie," he finally answered. He looked
at you, a grin growing on his face. "This is a joke, right?" he
stammered.

You looked back at him, shaking with humiliation and fear as I looked
on, and answered they way you knew you must. "It's no joke, Eric. Annie
wants your baby."

How utterly humiliating for you. Asking your most hated enemy to
impregnate your wife. I was, to say the least, proud of my work.

I left the preparations to you. You received your instructions some
time ago, and I knew you'd do your best to remember them. Annie let you
strip her, then pile three pillow under her hips. She was oblivious to
your presence as she lay on the bed, now thinking only of Eric's giant
cock. Annie watched him undress, her eyes fixed on his impressive
organ. She gasped as it grew to an impossible size, so large she was
afraid that it might split her open.

As you took her ankles, pulling her legs up and back over her head, she
reached out for him. Her cunt yawned open, a pool of liquid already
forming around the swollen inner lips. Eric knelt on the bed, his cock
poised to enter her. He stared at the engorged ridge that rose from
between her inner cuntlips, visibly throbbing as her pulse quickened,
the scarlet tip now freeing itself from under its fleshy hood.

"Please Eric, She pleaded, her voice part lust, part adoration. "Please
fuck me - give me your baby. Show him, Eric. Show my husband how a real
man fucks his woman, how his sperm can make a baby she can be proud
of."

A tear rolled over your cheek and landed on her face. She looked up at
you for an instant with fury in her eyes. "Damn you!" she hissed.

Just then his cock entered her. Her eyes fluttered, then closed.

"Oh Eric," she whispered. "Oh Eric, it's wonderful... so good, you're
so good."

He pushed forward, stretching her, filling her, with flesh so warm and
hard and delicious that her breathing almost stopped as she savored
each instant of every sensation he gave her.

A second tear fell, a cold projectile on her cheek, stirring an even
colder response.

"Cum in me, Eric...make me pregnant...I want your baby Eric, not
his...I want you to fuck me, not him, not ever again...make him pay,
Eric...please say you'll make him pay...for all those years...those
years he's kept this from me...for putting his tiny...little...
dick...inside me...oh god Eric, I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum!"

I stopped him, of course. The longer we kept her on the edge, the more
certain our success. Eric just smiled and nodded, stopping with the
entire length of his cock buried inside her. He lowered himself onto
her slowly and they began to kiss. You watched as your wife ran her
hands over his back, then clutched his muscular ass, pulling him
closer. He had amazing control, refusing to budge until Annie relaxed,
lost in the expert caresses of his lips and tongue over her face and
neck.

As she recovered, her arms coiled around his neck and she drew his face
close to hers, her eyes locked on his. Her voice was quiet and sultry,
as only you had heard it in your most intimate moments with her.

"Dear, dear Eric. How can I thank you? How does a woman thank a man for
his most precious gift? You feel so amazing inside me, filling me with
your thick cock. And soon, so soon my darling, you'll cum inside me -
fill me with your seed - make me pregnant with you child. I want you,
Eric. Will you do it now? Please? I want your seed. I want your child."

Raising himself up, he started again with smooth even thrusts. She
moaned almost immediately, bringing her hips higher to meet him as he
increased his pace. Now fighting for her orgasm, she whipped her head
from side to side, eyes closed, determined to used whatever strength
she had left in her belly to milk his sperm into her waiting body.

At my signal, you took your place at the foot of the bed, reaching
between his legs, gently pulling and kneading his sac, sending
exquisite sensations into his trembling belly.

He increased his pace, slamming into her with each long stroke. She was
screaming. Not the guarded screams you've heard before, but screaming
uncontrollably, thrashing so wildly that only his cock and the weight
of his well-muscled body kept her pinned to the bed.

"FUCK MEEEEE! FUCK MEEEEE! GOD DAMN IT FUCK MEEEEE! OH CHRIST I NEED
YOU ERIC! PUT YOUR COCK IN ME! PUT YOUR BABY IN ME! OH JESUS CHRIST
FUCK MEEEE!"

Her screams must have been torture to you as you held his balls in your
hands. Yes, your hands. Holding the sweaty, living factories that
churned out the very sperm that would soon swarm by the millions inside
your wife.

You had to do it. When his hips began to tremble, you took the shaft of
his cock in your hands and closed them around the flaring root. Was it
one stoke or two? You probably remember better than I. With the screams
of your wife in the background, you felt the first contraction, then
the inevitable surge of his semen slip through your grasp. You
shuddered, knowing a second later it would spray into her, only one of
many to flood her belly, coating her insides with determined intruders.
Again and again you felt him ejaculate into her, all the while pumping
and milking his sturdy shaft, just as you were told.

Her body vibrated under him, shaking in violent spasms brought on by
his release. Drenched in sweat, driven deep into the mattress by his
powerful thrusts, she continued to scream through her orgasm. At least
her words were not about you. You were the farthest thing from her
mind.

Afterwards you took your place again at the head of her bed, holding
her legs in the air to make sure each sperm had an equal chance. Eric
stayed, spending the time kissing her deeply, then licking her nipples
and belly, making her giggle until she couldn't take any more. As he
kissed her, you watched in shame as her wet cunt responded, moving,
flexing, in regular spasms, keeping an even rhythm as their tongues
intertwined and her arms found comfort in the man-sweat and muscle of
her new child's father.

 

[don_jetman]

Taking Annie

Chapter 4

Annie's popularity took a nose-dive after the cookout. The group of
soccer moms she called friends were now distant, sometimes even rude to
her. They once saw Annie as one of their own - basically innocent, with
a hint of that playful sexuality reserved only for husbands, and every
now and then, when it slipped, a blushing comment made to a few of the
girls over lunch. Now she was a threat. How could their husbands have
stared so? And who knows what went on in the pool? Annie and her big,
plastic tits, shaking her ass like a common prostitute!

Annie sulked for a while, but I soon found some new friends for her,
friends more suitable for the future I had in mind for her. They were
strippers mostly. Girls with drop-dead looks and a, well, slightly less
than average moral code, shall we say. They weren't hookers, but their
IQs and ambitions were low enough that they were easy prey for someone
like me. You see, Annie had too much in both departments. I knew her IQ
would drop naturally if I provided the right sympathetic company for
her, and after a while, her hair, nails, and clothes would become
infinitely more important than which political party she belonged to.
After a month, it was beginning to work like a charm. She bubbled with
excitement when I took her shopping, ecstatic when she found a cute
blouse or dress, always more revealing than the last. I spoiled her,
something you had never done, never could do on your meager salary.
Jewelry, the new car she's always wanted, an unlimited clothing
allowance - all material things, things that would soon take the place
of bothersome emotions and complicated relationships.

Her apparent attachment to Eric bothered me at first. She spent more
time with him than was really necessary, rubbing her still-flat belly
and mooning over him at night before we went to bed.

"If I'm not pregnant, can Eric try again?" she asked one night. "We'll
see," I said, being careful not to sound too interested. But her new
friends soon filled her mind with other ideas, just as easily as Eric
had filled her with his sperm. "Honey, men are only good for one
thing," her friend Candy would tell her, "Well, maybe two things." She
would snicker, give Annie a hug, and Annie's mind would take it in,
soaking up bits of questionable wisdom like a sponge.

Yes, Annie's inhibitions were crumbling. I know you could see it in the
way her cute little ass swayed when she walked. She never moved like
that when she was yours. You could see it in the way she sucked me at
night, now openly in your own living room, in front of your kids as
they watched TV. She had grown so eager for my cock. I used to have to
tell her to blow me. Now, she did it without asking, during the evening
news.

"God, I love this," she confessed in her quiet little voice, as your
son and daughter turned to listen. She was on her knees in front of the
sofa, between my legs, her ripe breasts falling out of the new
nightgown I had bought her the day before. She had been playing with my
cock for ten or fifteen minutes, and she was now holding it at the base
with both hands, squeezing it, watching lovingly as it throbbed in her
firm grip.

"Why?" I asked, glancing at you with an evil grin. She looked straight
into my eyes, her wet lips never hesitating to tell the truth.

"You get so hard, so quickly," she breathed. "I love the feel of it, so
thick and long. I just never knew - when he used to put his inside me,
I couldn't feel a thing. Now..." she took a deep breath and sighed, "I
could never go back to that. He's not the man you are - he never could
be."

Your kids both looked at you for the first time as though you were
handicapped, somehow no longer a normal man. Then they watched their
mother suck me as though it would be her last meal for weeks. You
watched your family slowly slipping away.

You must have been surprised to see her show up at your workplace that
first day, strutting through the halls in her little black dress, hair
and tits bouncing, her long, slim legs exposed to the crotch through
the open slit up the front. Walking quickly by your desk, she let
herself into Eric's office and closed the door behind her. Thirty
minutes later the door opened again and she left, without saying a word
to you. How your co-workers stared. A few whistled catcalls. Eric left
minutes later, his cock still straining at the front of his pants.

You actually had the balls to question her when you got home. You even
asked her not to embarrass you like that again. Annie's innocent
demeanor was eroding, thanks to the constant company of Candy and her
friends. Her true feelings were now much closer to the surface, her
tolerance for your whining growing thin.

"What do you think I'm doing in Eric's office?" she blurted,
sarcastically. "Are you afraid I might leave you for him? Hardly! Not
while I have Parker. You should thank Parker - thank him for fucking me
the way a woman should be fucked, thank him for giving me my first
orgasm with a real cock in me, because had I known what I was missing
before he came into my life, I'd be gone so fast, you'd only hear the
door slam."

I come up behind her, cupped her breasts in my hands, and planted a
kiss on her neck. She closed her eyes, sighing, melting backwards into
my arms. With her eyes still closed, she sighed again, lowering her
voice as she went on.

"I'm sorry. But you know that I want his baby. I go to Eric to fuck
him. For his sperm. For a perfect baby. That I do it in his office,
under your nose, excites me. It makes me hot. It makes me cum hard, and
fast. Just knowing you're a few feet away, that I'm humiliating you in
front of your friends, makes it better for me. I don't know why, it
just does."

I had the front of her dress open, now holding the bare, fleshy globes
against my palms, her hard nipples pouting through my fingers. She was
calmer now, composing herself, her eyes fixed on you.

"Don't you see? I can't be sure I'm pregnant yet. I need his sperm
every day - I have to be sure."

You thought back to that night when you pumped Eric's semen into her,
how wet she was with his cum, how, even after holding her legs in the
air for an hour, waves of the heavy, white fluid flowed endlessly from
between them. How could she not be pregnant with his child? But you had
little to say about it, as she reminded you.

"Don't ask me to stop fucking him. Even if I am pregnant, Eric's cock
is perpetually hard, and so big I'm a slobbering mess when he's done
with me. I like it. No, I love it. So you'll just have to deal with
it."

You knew that too. But you were already picturing things months from
now. Annie would show up daily to fuck him in his office, all the while
her belly growing, swelling with his child. And you would sit and wait
for him to cum in her one more time, then cringe as she passed by your
co-workers, flaunting the growing fetus inside her.

And return she did, day after day, dressing, well, not too
outrageously, but always making sure some part of her was on display,
just enough to make your co-workers stop and stare at hers hips sway
and her lean, hard legs flex confidently as she marched into Eric's
office as though she owned it.

To your surprise, one Friday afternoon, she stopped at your desk,
waiting quietly, watching you with a sober look. "I want you to come
with me today," she said. You looked up at her, confused, your face
burning with embarrassment, completely at a loss for words.

"Do I have to ask twice?" she asked sweetly, Annie's old, familiar
little-girl voice now music to your ears, a ray of hope. You said
nothing, but got up and followed her to Eric's door. She stopped and
turned to you. "Well, don't you knock before entering your boss's
office?" Again, her innocent smile tugged at the memories of your old
life, but at the same time bore an omen of dread. Eric must have been
waiting, because when you knocked, the door opened in seconds. He
seemed as surprised to see you as you were when Annie asked for your
company. But he smiled just the same, invited both of you in, and
closed and locked the door.

Inside, Annie turned to you, her smile now replaced with a look of
hunger. "Strip me," she ordered. You glanced at Eric, then back at
Annie, now understanding why you were there. When you hesitated, her
eyes narrowed, reminding you of the consequences.

"You do want to strip me, don't you?"

"Yes," you muttered, with your head down.

"Then tell me," she continued.

"I want to strip you," you answered, unable to look up.

"You want strip me for Eric, don't you - to make his cock hard, right?"

"Yes," you answered.

She was trembling. Each time she spoke, her face grew more flushed, her
voice wavering with excitement. She turned her back and lifted her
hair, exposing the top of the zipper that ran down the back of the
yellow flowered sundress. You lowered it slowly, until the soft skin of
her back was revealed all the way to her slim waist. Then it was only a
matter of sliding the thin fabric over her shoulders and watching the
dress fall to the floor. As anyone could have seen, she was naked
beneath it, the flimsy material hiding little of the firm, lean curves
of her body.

Keeping her back to you, she continued.

"My husband wants you to fuck me, Eric. Why else would he strip me
naked in your office?"

"Well now, old buddy, is that right? You're handing over your Annie to
me to fuck? Right here in my office?" he gloated.

"Yes," you muttered again.

"Yes...what? you little wimp!" he responded, raising his voice.

"I - I'm giving you, m-my w-wife, Annie - to fuck in your office, t-to
make her...pregnant. She wants your baby."

"MY baby?" he blurted sarcastically. Why MY baby - why not her
husband's, why not yours?"

"S-she wants a perfect baby. My sperm, it's, well, not good enough. She
won't, um, have sex with me anymore."

Annie and Eric both burst out laughing. Eric came closer from behind
his desk, and Annie turned to face you again, this time leaning against
you, supporting herself with her arms around your neck, her face inches
from yours. Eric's pants dropped to the floor and he moved against
Annie from behind.

"Mmmmmm, do you know what Eric is doing right now?" she purred. "He's
working the tip of his cock into my ass. That's right - he's going to
ass-fuck me. Soon, his big hard cock will be inside me, buried in my
ass - oh god, it's, it's so thick! Ssssss - it's going deeper - so deep
- filling me - oh god yes - deeper - deeper - that's it - mmmmmmm. You
want your boss to fuck your wife's ass, don't you! You want him to use
me, to put his cock in my mouth, my cunt, my ass - oh god - to own my
body, my body that used to belong to you. Hold me for him - hold me
while he fucks me! Can you feel it - can you feel him pounding me? His
giant cock slamming into my ass? Play with me while he fucks me! I want
to cum in my husband's arms as another man, a real man, impales me on
with a cock I always dreamed of!"

You find her hardened clit with your fingers, shocked at its
size, and how it throbs when you stroke it. She groans when you
touch it.

"Ohhhhhh - yessss - yessss - slower - wait - wait...till he...cums...in
me. Not yet...not yet...ohhh fuck it feels so good...my
husband...making me cum...with my man's cock..in...my..."

She didn't have to tell you. Eric bucked with such force that it
knocked you back a step - his loud groan was unmistakable. You rolled
Annie's clit between your fingers, milking the length of it until she
collapsed against you, unearthly sounds escaping from deep in her
throat as violent spasms tore through her. As she came down from her
orgasm, Eric began to pull out of her.

"No! No, please, don't!" she whimpered unexpectedly. "Stay in me - I
want you in me - stay in me, please, Eric."

She held you a long time, her firm breasts crushed against you, her
head on your shoulder, Eric's cock still buried to his balls in her
ass. He ran his hands over her back, then under her, trailing his
fingers lower into the dripping slit between her legs, then back again,
spreading her juices over her sleek, velvet belly. She trembled when he
touched her, gasping, then smiling as he quenched her thirst for the
touch of a real man. And she whispered, almost singing, between each
measured, ragged breath, "Eric...Eric...Eric...Eric..."

 

[don_jetman]

Taking Annie

Chapter 5

She told me one night behind the closed door of your bedroom as she
stripped off her clothes and slipped between the sheets, her body
pressed firmly against me.

"I'm pregnant," she whispered. "I'm pregnant with Eric's baby. No one
has cum inside me since that night - not even you."

She didn't bother to tell you. She said you had nothing to do with it,
so you didn't need to know. Eventually, you would know without being
told. She was naked constantly around the house, and in time you would
see her flat little belly swell with his child. That sweet smile she
would give you every time she caught you looking at the soft pillow of
flesh, growing larger each day just above her yawning slit - that's how
she would tell you. And when she saw the humiliation in your eyes, the
acknowledgement that another man had impregnated her, a superior man,
your own boss, her smile would widen with satisfaction.

We still kept our daily routine at the gym, Annie and I working hard to
keep our bodies in shape, you carrying our towels, water bottles, and
change of clothes in the large equipment bag at your side.

Annie drew her share of attention. She always wore her signature
workout clothes and got leering stares from everyone in the gym. I
stayed by her to keep the hounds at bay. I bought her a half-dozen
cropped t-shirts, gray ones, with the Everlast trademark printed across
the front. I cropped them even shorter, exposing the lower curves of
her breasts when she reached for a dumbbell or stretched to the top
position on the press or pulldown machines. The tiny cotton shorts had
almost no legs at all, and were slit to the waist at the sides. With no
panties underneath, the outline of her pussylips were on display for
anyone to ogle each time she lowered to the bottom of a squat or spread
her legs on the thigh machine. We went to the gym at night, when it was
most crowded. I loved to watch the men drool at her as the small, firm
muscles of her bare arms and legs stretched and flexed. She seemed to
enjoy the attention of scores of sweaty body-builders, and your
humiliation as she teased them with her body. You were horrified at her
lewd public display, but knew you were helpless to interfere, or even
object.

I'm sure you remember the day she met Tiny. She had been staring at him
for weeks, watching the immense cords of muscle grow to outrageous
proportions under his shining black skin. But on this day, her eyes
were riveted on him, her nipples erect, her cunt oozing a small wet
spot between her legs. She literally gasped as he pumped out each
lateral raise with an intensity unmatched by anyone in the gym, his
delts expanding into huge, black, striated bowling balls at the tip of
each shoulder.

Eventually, she walked over to him, her nipples raging against the
damp, sweat-soaked fabric of the obscenely short top. I put my hand on
your shoulder, just to make sure you behaved. I could feel you shaking
as she stood close to him and chatted. You could see how much she
wanted him - her legs shifting, thigh against thigh, her round ass
twitching slightly, then moving uncontrollably with tiny thrusts, as
though she did everything in her power to offer herself to him. He
smiled and moved closer, hands on his hips, row after row of washboard
abs now grazing her top, teasing her engorged nipples with hard, black
flesh.

Her body looked so small next to him, her bare, white skin sleek and
firm against this ebony giant. Reaching out with her hand, she closed
her fingers softly around the outline of his immense cock, holding it
gently, gazing up into his handsome face. How you moaned when she took
him in her hand, a weak, forlorn surrender that escaped helplessly in
this public place.

"Ohhh - noooo - noooo - god, noooo..."

She looked over her shoulder at you, then back at Tiny. She whispered
quietly to him for a few seconds, and he began to laugh. What had she
told him? That her husband's cock was so useless he couldn't please
her? That her husband was now my slave, and would do anything he was
told, including watching while she fucked other men? Can you imagine
the raw heat that welled up inside her as she held his monstrous cock
in her hand, her innocent voice rasping as she begged for it, begged
him in public to put it deep inside her, to fill her like you never
could?

When the gym closed, the three of us left through the back door. We
followed Tiny to his car, a gleaming, black Lexus, parked under the
only light over the small, back lot. It was as if they had planned it.
Tiny stripped the top and shorts from Annie's tired body and lifted her
onto the hood of his car.

"Tell me what you want, bitch," he commanded. Annie pulled her knees up
and spread her legs as a cool rain began to fall. Tiny looked at me and
shook his head, grinning. "She's some twisted white meat, Parker. Let's
give her what she wants."

He stepped out of his shorts and stood between Annie's legs, then
leaned over the hood of the car and rubbed the head of his huge cock up
and down over her dripping slit. Annie reached out for him and moaned.
"Please - please - please," she begged.

The rain fell harder, wetting her body, her skin now white and slick
against the black car. She let her head roll to the side, facing me,
pleading with her eyes. When I took your wrist in my hand and pulled it
behind your back, forcing it upward toward your shoulder blades, she
saw you wince in pain, and smiled. A flash of lightning and crash of
nearby thunder covered the first of her screams, but not for long. Tiny
forced his way into her, his thick cock stretching her to the limit,
slowly, farther, farther, until he was buried inside her. Pinned to the
hood, she screamed and thrashed under him as he fucked her, slowly at
first, then faster, harder, jarring her drenched body with brutal
thrusts.

She looked over at me again, trying desperately to speak between the
jolts of black muscle that racked her petite body. "Please - ," she
gasped. "Do it - ". I shoved you closer to her, against the fender, and
forced your arm higher, to the middle of your back. When you cried out
in pain, she groaned, "Oh god, yesss- yessss- ".

As Tiny stroked her faster, she looked up at you, seeing the agony
written across your face. "I want him to cum in me," she gasped. "I
want his cum inside me. He feels - so good - so big - so much better -
better - than - you."

The rain became a downpour, drenching us all, but Tiny never noticed.
His massive body slammed against her, his cock bigger and harder with
each stroke. Annie tried to hold on, grasping his wide back with her
slim arms as she choked on the rain that poured into her open, panting
mouth.

"Do it - ," she begged as she looked into my eyes. "Again - please!
Harder!"

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train the second she heard the crack
of your shoulder as muscle and tendons threatened to snap. You screamed
in pain, but she screamed louder. Lightning and thunder crashed and
roared around us as she twisted and thrashed under the black giant.
Then, after a sudden shudder of his meaty glutes, he grunted, pumping a
steady, thick stream of cum deep inside her.

You groaned as the pain spread through your shoulder like fire. Her
words tormented you as she stared adoringly at Tiny, watching him cum,
urging him on as his sperm jetted into her, her little whispers barely
heard under the cloud-burst. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck
me...," she continued, until Tiny slowed his thrusts and grinned at
you.

"I have my cock buried in your wife, little man. You don't mind, do
you?"

You flinched when I twisted your wrist, getting the message. "No, I
don't mind," you gasped.

"Ask him to do it again," I suggested quietly, a whisper in your ear.
How it must have sickened you to say the words.

"P-please, fuck my wife again..."

"Again?" the giant laughed. "Well, I guess I can manage one more, if
Annie's up to it. Are you up to it, Annie?"

Her eyes told him everything. She looked at him like she could eat him
alive. She rode him between her silky thighs as though saddled on giant
beast, first climbing on top of him, then lowering herself slowly onto
the reviving post of flesh. Tiny pulled at her jutting breasts with
both hands as she slid up and down over his cock, always groaning when
she hit bottom, always looking at you, anxious to see you in pain one
more time. As her orgasm neared, she spat the words at you.

"This - is how - a woman should be - fucked - by a real - man. Tell me.
Tell me - you're not - a man. Tell me! Say it!"

With a little encouragement from me, you gave her what she wanted.

"I-I'm, not a real man," you confessed.

It was enough to send her over the edge again, grunting and screaming
into her second climax. Seconds later, Tiny's cum flowed from her hole
in a white, frothy avalanche. Each time her belly contracted, each time
she clutched his immense cock with her hungry pussy, another wave of
semen burst from her. Can you imagine how much he must have given her -
how much of his potent sperm was still pooled inside her soft, heaving
belly? And you begged him to do it. What was it you said? "Please fuck
my wife again." That smile - that wide, satisfied smile that never left
her face - that must have been the final insult.

Later, after the gym emptied, we went back inside to clean up. Tiny and
I watched as you followed her into the shower and soaped her lean body,
then used your hands under the steaming water to wipe the sweat and
semen away. When she saw your pathetic erection, she took it in her
hands, milking and squeezing it with a rhythm you couldn't resist.

"Tell me your penis is too small to fuck me," she demanded, with an
evil smile. How could you tell your own wife something so degrading?
But her hands kept sliding over your dick, her fingertips dancing over
your cockhead, coaxing you toward your own orgasm.

Finally, she won. "My penis is too small to fuck you," you blurted,
your cum begging to be released. And then she stopped. If only you
could have seen the look on your face. I've never seen a man so in need
of anything. "P-please," you begged, glancing at me for permission.

"I don't want you to cum," Annie said softly as she ran her eyes over
your naked, wet body, stopping to stare at your twitching penis. "It's
just that, well, it seems so pointless, such a waste to use your skinny
little dick for sex. Now that I've had real men inside me, I think
you'd better get used to doing without. And, if I make you cum with my
hand, or even let you masturbate, you'll never learn that sex isn't for
you, it's for men like Tiny and Parker. Eventually, with Parker's help,
we can see to it that you'll never get one of these silly erections
ever again. But don't worry, my love - you can watch as much as you
like. When my men fuck me, I'll cum enough for the both of us."

You stared at her in disbelief. "Please Annie, don't do this! I know
I'm not much of a man, but I can't promise never to have another
erection! It isn't possible!"

Annie just smiled as she watched your prick begin to deflate at the
mere thought. "See - you're learning already," she purred. "Now, tell
me you'll try to be a good boy - to never let that little thing get
hard again - c'mon, promise me, and you can come home and watch Parker
and Tiny fuck me. Wouldn't you like to see these big strong men take me
at the same time - one between my legs and the other in my ass?" she
cooed. "C'mon, let's hear you promise."

Sobbing, head hung in humiliation and defeat, you answered your pretty
young wife.

"OK - I-I'll t-try..."

"You'll try what?" she continued, leading you on.

"I-I'll t-try - n-never to - get - h-hard - again," you answered.

"And if you do, you will never, ever cum - isn't that right?" she
warned.

You looked up into her eyes, begging not to have to go this far. But
her eyes were wide with excitement, dancing with lust, and very, very
serious.

"I'll never - n-never - c-cum again," you finally sobbed.

Ahh, it was a night I'll always remember. A rare and exhilarating
moment - a husband, so weak and defeated, promising his young, fertile
wife, so in heat for a potent man to satisfy her raging appetites, that
he would never get hard for her again. To hear his wife ask, no, demand
such a thing, in front of the two men who would shortly thereafter fill
her body with the thick, meaty weapons that she dreamed and hungered
for, was a moment none of us will forget.

Later, in your own home, in your own bed, you watched as Annie rode
Tiny's cock a third time, his huge body stretched out on your sheets
with Annie astride him. You watched again as Annie collapsed forward
onto his rippling black chest, then reaching behind her, took the round
globes of her ass in each hand, opening herself to me, inviting me to
enter. You watched as I slid my throbbing, jerking cock into her ass,
working it forward to the root, hearing her urging me on, begging me to
fuck her harder, to fuck her like her husband never could. How perverse
it must have looked to you - your sweet wife pinned between the two of
us, our cocks working in and out of her like tireless pistons, her
small, white body thrashing, her hips thrusting in heat as she clutched
one of us, then the other with her delicate fingers, trying to force us
to enter her deeper and deeper.

And when I gave the word, you did as you were told, taking my balls in
one hand and Tiny's in the other, and gently, rhythmically, rolling
them between your fingers, feeling the potent man-seed that was made
there gush into your wife, flooding her with the sperm of two men in a
single stroke.

And as we grunted and rutted, dumping our cum into her cunt and ass,
she came as well, her narrow hips vibrating in spasms that shook the
bed, and her soft, throaty voice offering the final surrender - "Oh
Parker...Parker...Parker...Parker...Parker..."

 

[don_jetman]

Taking Annie

Chapter 6

So little time had passed, yet the changes in Annie had become unmistakable,
even to a casual acquaintance. Her physical appearance was the first, and
perhaps the easiest to modify. Now she held her breasts high, displaying them
proudly as she enjoyed the stares of so many men. Her body took on a cat-like
gait, prowling, slinking, and gliding, the muscles of her tight body working
together to blatantly advertise her unquenchable sexual appetite. Women like
Annie, who turn so easily, are always deep wells of sexual desire and neglect.
So many sweet, "innocent", housewives, compromises of the women they might have
become, not daring to face the shocking fantasies that make their thighs twitch
and their cunts drip in the middle of the night, tolerate a life with husbands
who's souls are as impotent as their neglected bodies.

Then suddenly, with the proper guidance, the dam breaks, the body awakens, and
they turn. Lust overwhelms all inhibitions. The hunger that has been imprisoned
all those years is set free, clouding all sense of respectability, fidelity, and
discretion. I live for it. To see a wife flaunting her lust before her
incredulous husband, watching in horror as she gives herself repeatedly to
strong, powerful men so superior to him in every way - to hear her confess to
him, then actually boast that her lover has, in only an hour, given her more
pleasure than her husband has in years of marriage. They come to love me for it,
and show their gratitude relentlessly.

A woman's need for ceremony is strong and pervasive. The commitment to her
husband began with a wedding, a ritual of promises and rings, a public pledge of
her fidelity to this one man, who, in her mind, will fulfill all her most
treasured dreams and fantasies. At the same time, she is a sacrifice, giving her
future and her body to an uncertain new life with this man who will hopefully
keep her fantasies alive. Is it any surprise so few men can compete with a
woman's secret dark demon lover, a sweet-tongued devil with a delicious, fat
cock to match?

To nourish Annie's fantasies, a ceremony of a different kind was in order, but
perhaps not too different than the one you remember with her at your side. It
was our own wedding of sorts, although a perverted one from your perspective,
I'm sure. You would watch as your wife pledged her body to me before your
friends and family in your own home. It was a huge step for you - a "coming out"
to all as a true cuckold. To Annie, it was her ultimate fantasy come true - to
be completely owned, possessed, by a real man, the man of her dreams.

The invitations must have taken everyone by surprise.




Annie Marie Giovanni wishes to announce the joining
of her body and soul to Parker Dominic Lewis

The ceremony will be held Saturday, May 12, at 1:00 PM

2224 Sandy Circle, Las Vegas, Nevada

Reception will follow at The Gold Club, 14 Wright Street

Please attend and help Annie celebrate life with her new man




Annie sent invitations to everyone - her family and yours, and of course Eric
and Tiny. She made you read one out loud as she put the stamps on the envelopes.

"Since we all know you couldn't possibly be the best man, I'd like you to give
me away," she told you.

"I-I'm not sure what all this means," you answered as you stared at the gold
lettering stamped into the surface of the card.

"You're not going to cry again, are you?" she sighed. "Don't worry, it isn't
legal - I'll still be your wife. It just means that from now on, you're my
husband, but Parker's my man. You bring home the paycheck, but Parker sleeps in
my bed. You mow the lawn, clean the house, and do the laundry, and Parker and I,
well, we have sex. Lots of sex. You know you can't satisfy me, not with this..."

She pressed her fingers into the front of your pants, playfully toying with your
flaccid penis.

"My god," she continued, "if you only knew how good he is, how wonderful his
big, thick cock feels when he fucks me - I'm getting wet just thinking about
him."

She was naked as usual - and gorgeous - her large, solid breasts jutting forward
above a satiny smooth belly, firm, silky thighs stretched in front of her,
flexing the long slim muscles honed to perfection by hours in the gym. As her
nipples hardened before your eyes, she felt your erection begin to grow.

"I thought you understood," she scolded. "You promised not to get hard again,
remember?"

"B-but, you're doing it on purpose - you're playing with me - and, and you look
- so, so, beautiful..." you stammered.

"That's no excuse," she warned. "You have to concentrate. You have to learn. I
don't belong to you. You know that. From now on, you can't think of sex when you
look at me. You'll never fuck me again. You'll have to accept that."

"I-I don't know if I can," you said quietly. As much as you tried to
concentrate, her fingers still danced along the length of your cock, and she
smiled at you with more lust than you had even seen in a woman's eyes.

"Well then, I'm sure Parker can help. I'll have him break a few of your fingers,
maybe one each time I catch you with your little thing in the air. If that
doesn't work, there are other options. You know how strong he is."

Remembering the pain you suffered in the past seemed to deflate your skinny
prick, and Annie smiled proudly, knowing it was a step toward accepting your new
relationship with her.

"That's a good boy," she told you as she felt your little worm go back into
hiding. "Now run along and get dinner ready. Parker will be here soon, and he'll
be very, very hungry. If he likes the meal tonight, I just might not tell him
how careless you've been. Oh, and as punishment for your little lapse of
control, as you serve us dinner tonight, ask Parker if you can watch him fuck me
later. Now run along."

You prepared that night's meal in a panic, afraid Annie would tell me what you
had done. Of course she told me later, but at the time I was delighted when you
placed the huge steak on my plate, done just the way I like it. I barely noticed
Annie's wicked smile all through dinner, often directed at you as you rushed
back and forth to keep our wine glasses full. Imagine my surprise when, after
filling my glass for the third time, you hesitated before turning away, you head
lowered in fear and shame.

"Um, Parker - can I watch you, um, fuck Annie tonight?"

When I saw her wide grin, I knew something was up.

"Why should I let you watch?" I replied. "And why would you want to?"

You were trembling, knowing that your answer could be dangerous.

"I - ah - um - ," you stammered as you glanced at Annie. Her eyes told you there
would be drastic consequences if you continued to disappoint her.

"B-because, I, um, want to see how a real man, um, makes love to my wife. I-I've
never, well, never made her, cum. She told me that, if I watch, without getting,
um hard, it will prove I, well, that I know my place. She says she cums harder
when she sees I've accepted you're a better man."

You were making progress. Instead of crying, you stood beside me, head down,
almost numb to the humiliating admission. I could see the gleam in Annie's eyes.

"So, you want him to watch me fuck you?" I asked her, barely hiding a sly smile
of my own. "Mmmmmm..." she moaned. "I'm sooo wet. You know what it does to me,
Parker." I knew all too well.

You got to watch that night, but at a safe distance. I tied your hands behind
your back, then Annie took great care and pleasure in tying your balls to the
post at the foot of the bed. We left a light on by the side of the bed so you
could see her look into your eyes as she took the head of my cock into her
mouth, sucking eagerly, intent on bringing it to its full size before taking it
between her legs. When I entered her, I fucked her slowly, making her beg for
faster, longer strokes. An hour passed. Her slim body bucked against me,
thrashing in near convulsions. She begged out loud. Begged me to make her cum.
Begged me to do what you couldn't. Still, I slowed my thrusts each time she was
near the edge. It drove her mad.

"God damn it, Parker - what? What are you doing to me?" she screamed.

"Does he know his place?" I asked, hinting at what I wanted.

"He does, Parker! He does! He's a worthless wimp with a worthless dick!"

Then her screams were directed at you. "Tell him! Tell him, or I'll hurt you!
You know I will. I'll tell Parker what you did - so help me - TELL HIM!!!"

Helpless and afraid, your testicles lashed tightly and painfully to the bedpost,
you were forced to give her what she wanted.

"I'm a worthless wimp with a worthless dick!" you shouted.

But I wanted more, and Annie soon knew it when I left her hanging one more time.

"MORE!" she shouted at you. "More! Or so help me-"

She was desperate. The more her rage built, the more afraid you were that she
would have me do serious and painful damage to your shivering body.

"I can't fuck her like a man!" you blurted. "Not like you can! She wants you,
not me! Only you! I won't get hard again when I look at her - I promise! Never
again! Please make her cum! Pleeease! Fuck my wife harder! Oh God, please make
her cum!"

It was convincing enough. After a few deep, quick strokes, we came together, our
screams drowning out your pathetic pleading. Her cunt gripped me like a vise,
her spasms milking me of every last drop of sperm. As she lay under me, slowly
recovering, her breath still coming in halting gasps, she whispered, just loud
enough for you to hear, "Oh Parker, you're so good - sooo good, sooo fucking
good..."

You spent the night tied to the bed as we slept. The next morning you were still
standing, weary from a long night without sleep. We fucked for another hour as
you watched helplessly with bloodshot eyes, the dark circles beneath them just
one sign that you finally knew your place.

 

[don_jetman]

Taking Annie

Chapter 7

During the weeks that followed, Annie kept you in a constant state of
frustration and fear. She showered several times a day, requiring you
to be naked next to her under the soothing hot water. She ordered you
to soap her breasts much longer than usual, paying special attention to
her nipples, which rose hard and throbbing under your fingertips. It
took much longer to wash and condition her long blonde hair, now well
past her delicate shoulders. She would turn her back to you, leaning
forward against the wall of the shower, her perfect ass glistening as
the water made it shiny and wet. She knew you would have to lean
forward to work to shampoo and conditioner through her hair, your
useless dick just inches away from her. "Mmmm - that feels so good,"
she purred as your fingers massaged her scalp and neck. "I think I'll
call Eric to come over and fuck me when you're done."

It must have been so hard the first few times, her exquisite body so
wet and inviting. Of course you proved that you hadn't yet learned your
lesson. Inevitably, your little prick would begin to rise, always
probing her between her legs or brushing against her inner thighs. Each
time, she would sigh, turn to face you, and take your balls in her
small, soft hand. Her fingers would close slowly, watching your face
for the first sign of pain. When she found just the right spot, her
fingers tightened, digging into you with a sudden burst of electric
agony. When your prick lost its size and shape, deflating back into a
useless polyp between your legs, she would smile with satisfaction.

"There you go. Goood boy. Now what do you say?"

"I'm sorry," you would answer. "Please don't tell Parker. Please?"

"Now you know I can't do that, don't you. If I don't tell him, and he
doesn't punish you, how will you ever learn your place?" Her voice was
as sweet as honey, her fingers still gripping your testicles, still
squeezing with a slow but painful rhythm.

"Are you a man?" she would ask, conditioning you with the same
questions, expecting the same responses, each time your erection
returned.

"No," you would answer, wincing as the pain continued.

"Whose penis is too small and worthless to put inside a woman?"

"Mine," you would say. "My penis is worthless for sex."

"And whose beautiful, thick cock belongs inside me instead?"

"Parker's," you would admit. "Because it's bigger than mine, and he can
make you cum."

"And you want me to cum, don't you? Every time a man puts his cock in
me?"

"Yes, please, every time, every time a man's cock touches you!"

"Good boy," she would repeat. "Now finish my hair. Parker expects it to
be perfect tonight."

In the morning, after her shower, you would do your duty between her
legs, naked, pressing your lips into her moist labia as she lay back on
the bed, a bed that you used to share with her. Even though you knew
that in her mind other men pleasured her, that her soft murmurings were
never for you, and even on many days that you were preparing her for
sex with Eric, your own boss, still, sometimes your dick would take on
a mind of its own, rising slowly, unable to ignore the velvety skin of
her belly and legs, or the look of pure bliss on her angelic face.

How your mind must have fought frantically to rid yourself of your
erection by the time she told you to stop. When you failed, you knew
you would be punished, but never how. I was always adept at finding new
and sometimes painful methods of discipline. The look of fear on your
face was reward enough, a sign that you were becoming a willing cuckold
in the truest sense of the word.

Pain is always a useful tool, but lacing the fear of an unknown injury
with extreme humiliation has a synergistic effect. Annie's favorite
lesson was to make you stand naked near the loveseat where we sprawled,
our arms and legs tangled together as we watched TV. I would order you
to masturbate as I ran my fingers over Annie's nude body, causing her
to shiver and moan. She loved to watch you at the same time, waiting
for the first sign of an erection as you milked your limp penis,
knowing that she would see you punished if it responded in even the
slightest way. It excited her to see you pulling at your useless dick,
knowing how you concentrated, how hard you tried to learn to prevent an
erection at all costs.

"I think it's working," she told me one night as she watched. You had
been at it for almost an hour, and Annie was teetering on the edge of
her first orgasm of the evening.

"You're so good to me," she sighed, looking up at me adoringly. "He's
practically impotent, and so soon. Can you really mentally castrate
him? Can you make him my own personal eunuch, to make sure he'll never
want sex with me, or God forbid, impregnate me?"

"Is that what you want?" I asked, as she began to tremble under my
touch.

"Oh yes," she answered breathlessly. "Yes - yes - yesssss - oh God,
YESSSSS!"

You stared at Annie as her firm, lean body spasmed in my arms, all too
aware that your newfound impotence had triggered her shattering orgasm.
This time your dick stayed as limp as a wet rag, even through the next
hour while I fucked your little Annie slowly, relentlessly, before your
very eyes.

***

Two days before the wedding, Annie's mother, Catherine, and her sister
Sherri arrived. Annie met them at the door, giving her mom a long
hug. Sherri stood beside her quietly, her face a thousand questions.
Catherine looked stunning, as usual. Her slim figure was that of a
woman twenty years younger, displayed with impeccable taste in a
classic white silk blouse and black slacks.

"Ed was tied up with business," Catherine explained, as she marched
past Annie toward the living room. "So, I asked Sherri to ride with
me. He said he'd be here for the wedding, although, we were a bit
stunned by the announcement. You poor dear, the divorce must have been
so sudden. Why didn't you tell us?"

Annie assured her she was fine and promised to explain later. The three
women stopped abruptly, Catherine and Sherri's eyes wide with
surprise. I sat in the loveseat, sipping a beer like I owned the place.
You sat in a large chair across the room. I got up and went to meet
them, taking Catherine's slender hand in mine as I introduced myself.

"Hello - I'm Parker. You must be Catherine. But it's hard to believe
you're her mother. You look like sisters." Catherine blushed and
smiled, overwhelmed by the compliment. Although cut short, to just
below her jaw-line, her hair was a brilliant blonde, exactly the shade
I had chosen for Annie. Her bright blue eyes stared up at me, her hand
now surrendering to mine.

"Annie," she said slowly, still watching me as though I was her next
meal, "you didn't tell me Parker was so...so..."

"Yes, Mother," Annie replied, smiling. "I know. Believe me, I know."

As I released her hand, she looked across the room at you with a
puzzled expression.

"Well, I must say, Jeffrey, you're being an awfully good sport about
this, coming here to meet us," she gushed. "You two must have parted on
very good terms."

"Mother," Annie interrupted, "Sit down. I should explain."

When Catherine and Sherri found a seat, Annie began.

"There was no divorce, Mother. Jeffrey and I are still married."

Catherine looked stunned, finally at a loss for words. Sherri began
to pay attention for the first time since they arrived.

"Mother, the three of us live here now. Jeffrey is still legally my
husband, but Parker and I have a very special relationship."

Catherine still looked clueless, but Sherri revealed a knowing grin.

"I - I'm not sure I understand, dear," Catherine admitted.

"Mom - she's fucking him," Sherri blurted, rolling her eyes.

Recovering after a long pause, Catherine gasped as the truth sank
in. "Oh - my - God. And - and - he's OK with this?" she asked, glancing
at you, then back to Annie.

"Yes, Mother, he's fine. Aren't you sweetie?"

"Yes, I'm fine," you said quietly, not able to look her in the eyes.

"In fact, he wants it this way, don't you Jeffrey?" Annie continued.

"Yes," you answered, trying your best to sound convincing, knowing I
expected it.

"You see, Jeffrey is impotent. He tries his best, but, well, when I met
Parker, I knew he was the one. He gives me what Jeffrey can't."

You did your best to play the willing cuckold, but I could see you
shrink into the chair as she went on, embarrassed that she would tell
her family such a humiliating story.

"In fact, Mother, I guess this is as good a time as any to tell you.
I'm pregnant. You're finally going to have that grandchild you wanted
for so long."

Catherine's face lit up, and at the same time, a tear ran over her
cheek.

"Oh Annie! I'm so happy for you! I - I was beginning to think you two
would never - " She stopped mid-sentence, finally realizing what Annie
was telling her. "So, it's - not - his?" She glanced at you quickly,
too embarrassed to meet your eyes for more than a second.

"No, mother, it's not. I told you he's impotent. But the baby's father
is so good looking, so intelligent," she boasted, smiling widely at me.
"I'm so lucky to have a baby to such a wonderful, virile, successful
man."

I watched you carefully, seeing the possibilities run through your
mind. The look of shock on your face was priceless. So many questions
unanswered - why hadn't she told you? How long ago had it happened? Was
Eric the father, or was I? Or was it someone you didn't know? The more
Annie beamed with pride, the more you were crushed.

"Besides, Mother, if it's a boy, I wouldn't want to take the risk that
he'd be impotent like Jeffrey. I'm worried enough about what Lisa
and Brian might become. This time I know the father is a man with
superior genes, and that I've been bred well. I'm just - sooo happy!"

"I'm happy for you too, dear," Catherine added. "Parker,
congratulations - and thank you so much for my new grandchild!"

Of course I didn't let on the baby was Eric's. She may have accepted
that Annie needed sex, but I doubt she would have understood her
daughter's new preoccupation with so many large-cocked men. You, on the
other hand, were too busy fighting the pain of hearing your mother-in-
law thank me for impregnating your wife.

***

After they unpacked, I took Annie and Sherri shopping for some
clothes I thought appropriate for the days of celebration to come.
Annie and I had already chosen a wedding dress, but I had other ideas
for the reception and honeymoon.

Catherine unpacked and took a long, hot shower. Imagine your surprise
when she strolled into the living room dressed only in her robe, her
hair still damp, but smelling of honey and flowers. She was in amazing
shape for a woman her age, something not unnoticed by you in the past,
I'm sure. She stopped in front of the chair where you sat, her reckless
smile certain evidence that she was well past her third martini of the
afternoon.

"Poor boy," she said, in a her best throaty, seductive voice. You
stared up at her, knowing to expect trouble when she was this drunk.

"I've always liked you. Such a good-looking young stud. Maybe all you
need is an older, more experienced woman."

She turned to set her drink on the coffee table, then deliberately let
her robe fall open. She was naked beneath it, her skin still pink from
the hot shower. No one could blame you for staring. Her legs were slim
and firm, a bit longer than Annie's. Her breasts clung high on her
torso, two ripe, firm mounds of flesh, almost certainly enhanced by the
best plastic surgery money could buy. She shrugged the robe from her
shoulders and reached for you, pulling you to your feet, undoing your
belt and shirt, stripping the clothes from you body until you stood
naked before her. When she took your penis in her hands, it had already
begun to fill with blood, jutting and throbbing in the air. All that
training, forgotten so easily as she trapped your raging cock against
her belly and kissed you deeply. "See, I knew it," she whispered in
your ear. What were you thinking? Annie warned you so many times...

She pushed you down onto the same loveseat where your wife had watched
you masturbate while I pumped her full of sperm. She straddled you and
put your dick inside her, sinking quickly onto it, smiling with pride
and satisfaction.

"Mmmm - make me cum, Jeffrey. Fuck me till you cum inside me. Oh God,
I've wanted you for so long!"

Her cunt lacked the vise-like grip of Annie's, but your little dick
begged for more as your hips bucked under her, filling her as best you
could.

"I can tell her, Jeffrey," she gasped. "I can show Annie how to please
you, how to keep you hard, how to make you cum."

You looked up at her in horror. Tell Annie? How could she? Was she so
self-centered that she would tell her own daughter how she seduced her
husband?

"No - please, stop," you begged. Your dick shriveled instantly and fell
out of her, overwhelmed by fear of the consequences if Annie discovered
your carelessness.

She shook her head slowly, the disappointment obvious on her flushed
face. "You poor thing," she said as she rose to her feet, standing
beside you. "What a waste. So, you've really let Parker into your home
to satisfy Annie?"

"Yes," you admitted.

"And you don't mind?"

"He can make her cum, and I can't," you continued. "His penis is, well,
much larger than mine - so large that Annie only has sex with him now."

"But, she doesn't let you touch her at all?" she asked, now
incredulous.

"She lets me, um, lick her, to get her excited, but she doesn't let me
make her cum. She says her orgasms are so much better when she's with a
real man."

"And you do as she says - always?"

"I-I have to," you whimper. "Parker is the man of the house now. He
makes me sleep in the guest room while he, um, satisfies Annie in our
bed. If I don't do as I'm told..."

"I see," she said, smiling. "Sooo - you wouldn't want them to find out
what we were doing here, would you?"

"N-no, please - don't say anything - Parker would..."

"Welll, I guess I can keep a secret, for a price. Come with me."

You followed her into the guest room, where she sat on the edge of
the bed and spread her long legs.

"I need a lot of sex, Jeffrey," she told you in her lustiest voice. Ed
hasn't been able to satisfy me in years, so I get it where I can, often
from men even younger than you. If you can't fuck me, you can use your
mouth - and I promise I'll let you make me cum. So if you don't want
Annie to know, you better get started. Oh, and if you want to keep me
happy, you'll service me any time I want. Now, unless you want Annie
and Parker to come home and find you with your face in my pussy, you'd
better get started."

Of course, you had no choice. You buried your face in her crotch,
licking earnestly, her juices coating your lips and chin. When she
grabbed you by the hair, you licked faster, probing inside her with
your tongue, then returning to her engorged clit, licking, sucking,
your jaw aching as she thrashed on the bed with your head clamped
tightly between her thighs. She held you by the hair as she came, her
cunt gushing into your open mouth, her slim legs flexing in
uncontrollable spasms.

She pushed you away when she was done, her chest still heaving, her
hair in a mad tangle as she lay recovering in the wrinkled sheets.

"God - that was - good," she panted. "What a sweet-tongued little boy
you are, Jeffrey. Since you're sleeping in the next room now, I assume
you won't object to 'servicing' me at night while Parker and Annie fuck
in your old bedroom."

"I - I won't object," you answered quietly. "Just please don't tell
them, please."

"Or what, Jeffrey. What will happen?"

"Annie will tell Parker, and he'll hurt me again. I-I'm not allowed to
get hard anymore. Annie and Parker are kind of, well, training me to
never get an erection, so Annie doesn't have to worry about me ever
wanting sex with her again. If they know I got hard, I'll be punished."

"My God - that's incredible," she said, her eyes wide with amazement.
She sat up on the bed and took your limp penis in her hand, stroking
and milking it, smiling at the lack of response as you fought to keep
it in its useless state.

"It must be working," she uttered as she watched your dick flop
lifelessly in her hands. "After all these years, maybe I can still
learn a trick or two from my own daughter."

 

[don_jetman]

You woke early the next morning. Catherine was sleeping off her last
martini, and Annie and I stayed in bed, busy with our favorite game - a
game of numbers. I'd fuck her, then she would take me in her mouth,
sucking her own juices from my cock until she got me hard again so I
could fuck her again, then she'd bring me back again with her mouth,
and so on, and so on. Our record was six rounds. On this day we were
going for seven.

Sherri sat at the kitchen table. She looked up in surprise when you
appeared, bleary-eyed, in nothing but your boxers.

"'Morning Jeffrey," she said with a wide, knowing grin. "Sit. It sounds
like Annie will be a while."

Annie's continuous whimpers quietly filled the air from behind the
closed bedroom door. You could tell she was about to cum, probably not
for the first time this morning.

"So," Sherri began, "he must be some stud, this guy. I'm sooo
jealous."

You sat, watching her trace mindless patterns in the surface of her
steaming oatmeal with a large spoon.

"Annie always got the best guys," she continued. "First you, then
Parker." She rolled her wide blue eyes at you, hinting at something you
knew she would never say.

"My boyfriend and I broke up two months ago. I'm so horny I could
scream."

She was naked beneath the thin nightshirt, and it rode up high enough
when she sat to expose the very top of her smooth, firm thighs and the
glistening patch of pubic hair nestled between them. A huge mound of
the hot, sticky cereal clung to her spoon as she raised it to her
mouth. She closed her lips over it, sucked the contents inside, and
swallowed all of it in a single gulp. She giggled when she caught you
staring, then pushed a small clump that clung to her lower lip into her
mouth.

"I guess I've always been kind of 'orally obsessed', if there is such a
thing. I mean, I've always loved giving guys head. I know a lot of
girls don't, but I like the control I have over the guy, teasing him,
bringing him to the edge, then backing off, watching him squirm. God -
I can't believe I'm telling you this, but I've always felt so close to
you, Jeffrey. You don't mind, do you?"

You managed to shake your head and mumble an "uh-uh" as you tried not
to stare at her nipples hardening under the thin shirt.

"Believe it or not, I even like to swallow. And not just a little - the
bigger the load the better. And it's not just the taste, it's the
feeling of power, like I'm devouring a part of him, and that I'm woman
enough to take all he can give me, and more. I guess that's hard for a
guy to understand."

She took another bite of cereal, this one even larger than the last,
swallowed it voraciously, closing her eyes afterward in silent
satisfaction.

"Mmmmm," she hummed as she opened her eyes again slowly. "I wish this
was a bowlful of cum. I'd eat all of it and beg for more."

She sighed and looked at you again, now running her eyes over your bare
chest, then down, peering into the open fly of your shorts where your
dick began to stir. Then, cautiously, with an impish smile, she asked,
"Jeffrey, could you help me? Will you cum for me?"

"I-I d-don't know if I should," you stammered. "I mean, you're Annie's
sister - and she's in the next room. If we'd get caught..."

"Welll, I have an idea - could you masturbate for me? Will you let me
see you cum? It would be almost as good for me as blowing you, and you
wouldn't have to be unfaithful to Annie. I know she said you're
impotent, but I'll bet I can get you hard."

Sherri tugged at the hem of the nightshirt, pulling it up over her
belly and breasts, then spread her legs to expose the pink, yawning
slit dripping with her juices.

"I'll let you watch me, if you'll let me watch you," she said, now
breathing heavily. Spreading her cuntlips with two fingers, she sank a
finger of her other hand deep inside, then slowly began to circle it
over her swollen clit.

"Do it. Please do it Jeffrey. Jerk off for me. Let me see you cum."

You always wanted her. You know you did. You'd have fucked her on the
kitchen table if she had asked. But what she did ask you for was more
than you ever expected, even as outrageous as it sounded. Maybe - just
maybe, if you gave her what she wanted...

She watched intently as you stroked yourself, studying your every move,
matching your rhythm with that of her own.

"Come closer," she begged. "Stand between my legs. Pretend you're
fucking me. Imagine your cock moving inside me, making me sooo hot, my
pussy sooo wet. Mmmm, yes, that's it. I love watching a man play with
himself, jerking off for me just because I asked. Are you going to cum,
Jeffrey? Are you ready to spray me with your sperm?"

Her small, lean body flexed and shuddered as she played with herself,
her brown, silky belly heaving in and out, her fingers making wet
sucking sounds as she plunged them inside her dripping cunt.

You could feel the urgency of your orgasm building, your release only
seconds away. A constant trickle of pre-cum coated the head of your
dick, wetting your fingers as you stroked yourself.

"I - I'm gonna - cum!" you blurted, your hips thrusting desperately in
the empty air, just a foot from her hungry mouth.

Sherri began to moan, the insides of her thighs now drenched with her
juices. "I want your cum - have to - eat - your cum! My bowl, Jeffrey!
Cum in my bowl! Fill it with your delicious sperm! Please - now - now
Jeffrey, now!"

There was no time to think - you would have done anything for her.
Turning quickly toward the table, you dumped everything you had,
everything that had been building inside you for so long, into the
bowl. Sherri moaned louder, cumming hard at the sight of your semen
jetting onto the cooling oatmeal. She reached out to stroke you as you
came. Her touch was electric. Her fingers clutched your shaft, pumping
and milking it, coaxing even more cum from your meager prick.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened. Only seconds before Annie and I made
our way to the kitchen, Sherri pulled the shirt over her damp body
and you raced to your seat across from her at the table.

"Well, aren't you two the early birds," Annie teased. She stood before
you in her own tiny nightshirt, reeking of sex, her slim thighs soaked
and glistening with my sperm. She wore the strings of semen in her
tousled hair proudly, flaunting the evidence of my sexual superiority,
so eager to rub your nose in her complete surrender to me.

"Jeffrey was famished," Sherri answered. "Don't you ever feed him?"

To you horror, she had pushed the bowl across the table, spoon and all.
It now sat before you, a congealed mix of cold oatmeal and semen,
waiting to be consumed.

"Well, go ahead and eat, Jeffrey," Sherri ordered. "I'm sure you
wouldn't want to bore Annie and Parker with the details of our little
talk, would you?"

Annie watched with a puzzled look. The spoon arched over the edge of
the bowl, almost touching your hand where it rested on the table. I
came up behind her, taking her in my arms, cupping her breasts in my
hands, my fingers pulling at her still-hardened nipples through the
flimsy shirt. You saw her close her eyes and smile. Lower, where the
edge of her shirt rose to expose her swollen slit, you watched my cum
continue to flow from inside her, now wetting her inner thighs all the
way to her knees.

Then, with all the signs of total humiliation and defeat, you picked up
the spoon and began to eat.

***

"But Mom, aren't you and Dad already married?" Lisa asked innocently.

Your daughter Lisa and son Brian sat facing Annie and you the following
evening, ready for a quiet family talk, at Annie's request. The wedding
was the next day, and your kids struggled to understand why their
mother would want to marry another man.

"Yes, honey, we are," Annie answered. "And we always will be. The
wedding tomorrow isn't real, it's more like play-acting, like in one of
your school plays. It's what we call 'symbolic' - something we do to
show others the way we feel about something, or someone."

"So, you feel the same way about Parker that you do about Dad? And you
want to pretend to marry him?" Lisa said, trying her best to
understand.

"Well, not quite," Annie went on. "You know how you were always better
at soccer, and Brian is better at math?"

Both kids nodded, intent on following Annie's logic.

"Well, adults are the same way. Your dad is good at cooking and
cleaning, and working hard to pay the bills. And Parker, well, he's
better at making me happy in other ways, in bed. You remember our sex
talk? About how men and women make love, and have babies?"

The kids nodded again, now with mischievous smiles.

"Some men are just better at sex than others," Annie continued. "When a
man's penis gets hard and he puts it inside a woman's vagina, the woman
gets much more pleasure if she can feel it, that is, if his penis is
big enough to give her an orgasm."

"And Parker's penis is bigger than Dad's?" Lisa asked.

"Much, much bigger, dear. So big, that I can't feel your dad's penis
inside me at all anymore. And, Parker can have sex for a very long
time, and that makes me very happy."

"But can't Dad have sex for a long time too?" Brian asked. "He's really
strong. He exercises at the gym with you and Parker almost every day."

"It's not exactly the same, Brian. A man's penis has to stay hard to
have sex, otherwise it doesn't stay inside the woman for long, and
women don't like that at all. Your dad's penis only stays hard for a
few minutes, but Parker can keep his hard for hours. It's not really
his fault - some men are just born more virile than others - their
penises are larger and they're better at having sex. So, having your
dad and Parker here in the house keeps me happy both ways - your dad by
providing for us and keeping the house clean, and Parker by showing me
how good sex can be with a skilled, well-endowed lover."

After a long pause, Brian asked, "So Dad, who will you have sex with,
now that Mom has Parker?"

You struggled to answer, fighting back the humiliation.

"I - I don't have sex now, Brian," you stammered. "Your mother has
Parker for that now, so she doesn't need me for sex anymore."

Annie smiled at you and put her hand on yours. "See what an
understanding father you have," she beamed. "Now give us a hug and it's
off to bed. We have a big day tomorrow."

When they left the room, Annie smiled at you again and stood facing
you. "I'm so glad you're learning your place," she purred. "Strip me,
Jeffrey. I want you to see me naked tonight."

You did as you were told, averting your eyes as you peeled the clothes
from her, trying desperately to keep your erection at bay. When she was
completely naked, she ordered you to sit once again in front of her as
she turned slowly, posing, teasing you with the slim lines of her
perfect body.

"Look at me, Jeffrey. Look long and hard. Take in every inch of my body
- my legs, my breasts, my pussy. Tomorrow this will all belong to him
alone, forever. You will never fuck me again, Jeffrey - never put your
hands on these breasts, never feel how wet my pussy gets when I'm
hungry for a man's cock, and no, never taste my juicy pussy, ever
again. That's right. Parker and I have decided not to let you touch me
again after tomorrow, for any reason. But I need something from you
tonight. I need to hear you say you'll give me to him, all of me,
forever. I want you to look at my body while you say it, Jeffrey - a
long, last look as you surrender me to a better man."

You stared at her as she ran her hands slowly over her breasts, along
her waist, then down her thighs, finally moving her fingers sensuously
up over her gaping cunt-lips, opening herself, showing you her juicy,
throbbing clit for the last time.

You no longer had any choice, or any say in the matter. You would do or
say anything she wished.

"I - I give you to Parker. You are completely his. You belong to him
now, not me. I - I want him to fuck you, t-to make you cum, to do all
the things I can't."

"Stand up, Jeffrey," Annie ordered. "Put your hands on my bare
breasts."

You stood shakily, doing as you were told. Her breasts felt foreign, so
large and heavy in your hands.

"This is the last time you will touch my body, Jeffery. Do these
breasts feel like your wife's breasts?"

"No," you answered quietly. They were nothing like Annie's breasts when
her body was yours. They were mine now, swollen with the oversized
implants I had given her.

"Tell me, Jeffrey. Tell me they're his now, not yours. Tell me you'll
never touch them again."

"They're his now," you answered. "Your breasts belong to him, not me.
Your body belongs to him, not me. I can never touch it again."

"Good boy. Now, since Parker and Sherri are out partying, and Mom has
passed out for the evening, I'm going to give you a wedding present. I
want you to masturbate one last time for me. You can look at me, but no
touching. No one will know, not even Parker, I promise. But think about
this while you're jerking off - that this is the closest you'll ever
get to having sex with me, ever again."

Your erection arrived immediately. It was as if all your concentration
to stay limp could suddenly be relaxed. You had waited so long. You
stared at her, your little prick in hand, milking it slowly, trying to
savor every second of what you remembered sex was like. She taunted you
as you stroked yourself, setting a small wastebasket in front of you,
ordering you to cum in it so you wouldn't make a mess on the floor.

"Jerk your tiny dick, little man. It gets you hot, doesn't it? Thinking
about how Parker will fuck me a dozen times tonight - about how huge
and powerful his cock is, how he makes me cum like you never have.
Think about us when you cum - think about how you gave your wife to a
better man, and how I live for taking his long, thick cock deep inside
me, pounding me, pounding me, until I cum, screaming his name in our
bed."

But nothing she could say could chase away this one rare chance for an
orgasm, one without punishment. She laughed as you spurted twice into
the wastebasket, telling you how his cum gushed from her in waves, then
turned away and left, her bare back and perfect ass disappearing from
your sight forever.

 

[don_jetman]

Taking Annie

Chapter 8

The wedding day. Do the very words take the wind out of you? Do they
help you once and for all understand your place in Annie's life?
Because *she's* chosen this. She wanted it, begged for it. Your sweet
wife, the mother of your children, invited family and friends to your
home to witness her devotion to me, and her addiction to sex with men
skilled, men equipped, to satisfy a hunger that has burned inside her
since before you were married. Oh, yes. For that long. She finally told
you herself, while you prepared her one last time in the steaming
shower, only hours before she would give herself to me in a public
ceremony.

"I'm so excited," she said, as you washed between her slim legs. "Are
you happy for me?"

"I - I g-guess so," you muttered.

"Oh, Jeffrey, please don't get moody on me on my special day," she
scolded. "If you had really paid attention, you would have seen this
coming years ago. Remember the way your friends at school used to look
at me? Rob, your roommate, and Sam, that good-looking black guy that
used to come to all your parties? Did you think they would just look
forever? They both did me, Jeffrey, months before you.

"Rob was first. We fucked in your bed, while you were at class. In
fact, we fucked every chance we got, every time you were out. Of
course, Rob was an arrogant pig. I could never have stayed with him.
But his cock - oh God, it was monstrous, and he was so good in bed. He
fucked me for hours at a time. He left me limp and exhausted, lying in
a pool of his cum, so wet that I couldn't tell if the mess between my
legs was his or mine. Later, at night, while you and I sat together
in the movie theater, you clumsily playing with my tits in the dark,
I was thinking of him, and how soon I could feel him inside me again.

"When Sam fucked me, you were only two feet away, passed out on the
floor beside us. You were so busy showing me off that night at the
party, gloating as you introduced me to your friends like I was already
yours, hinting that you were already fucking me - as though you really
had the nerve to show me your tiny penis. You didn't fool Sam. He
knew what I needed, even before I did. I remember holding him as I
came, trying not to wake you with my quiet whimpers and moans. He
begged me to ditch you, to move in with him. At the time I just wasn't
ready, but I told him he could fuck me any time he liked. He was like a
machine, never tiring, his cock drilling into me as his hips thrust and
swiveled in ways that made me crazy. You never knew how close you were
to losing me to him. When he transferred to another school on a
football scholarship, I decided to make do with you.

"I thought that in time, you could satisfy me just like they did.
Little did I know you would never measure up. I never really forgot
what it felt like to be fucked by a real man - I just gave up hope that
you might come close to Rob's size, or Sam's skill in bed. I wanted to
be respectable, the perfect wife with the perfect house and perfect
kids. After we were married, I wanted kids so much that I let you put
your dick in me night after night, waiting for what seemed like hours
until you came inside me. When you finished, I would wait until you
fell asleep, then masturbate myself to orgasm, fantasizing about Rob,
or Sam, or some well-built stranger I saw on the street that day. I had
sex with you for your sperm, for children - nothing more."

She sighed and turned her back to you, her perfect ass inches from your
limp little prick. She seemed distracted, her voice so matter-of-fact,
as though you were now truly nothing more than a sexless servant, a
mere appliance used to prepare her for me.

All those years you assumed she was faithful, assumed that you
satisfied her - now the memories seemed to conspire to make her someone
else, a woman who's desires and fantasies were for sexual excesses you
never could have imagined. The new Annie had been transformed from the
mousy phantom quickly fading from your memory into a sleek, strong,
woman, driven by lust, determined to get what she wanted at any cost.
This new reality, as terrible as it was to face, wound its way into
your head with a thousand invisible strands. Then, as it slowly severed
connections to the Annie of the past, your Annie, it reassembled each
thread inside you, layer upon layer, an invisible tumor, not of flesh,
but of the mind. Now you knew, without any doubt, that you would never
excite her again, never feel her response to your touch, or her cunt
tighten around your useless prick again. Now you knew that if she could
choose a man to put his cock in her, out of all men, you would be last.
Now you finally knew your true place in Annie's world.

You washed her hair, then stepped from the shower and dried her with a
clean, white towel, your prick never twitching, never showing any sign
of desire for her as you blotted the sparkling droplets of water from
her glistening breasts.

She turned to you one last time, posing naked before you, cupping her
breasts in both hands.

"Look at me Jeffrey. I have to make sure you understand. My body is no
longer yours. I belong to Parker now. My tits, my pussy, all of me.
Tell me you understand."

She was breathtaking, slim and sensuous, her tanned body enough to make
any man hard from her inviting stare.

"I understand," you answered meekly. "You belong to Parker now, not
me."

"And you approve, don't you, Jeffrey. You want to give me to him. You
want me to worship his cock. You want him to fuck me over and over,
every night, until I'm filled with his sperm and pregnant with his
children. You do, don't you?"

"I do," you answered again. "Your body should belong to him, not me."

"Because...?" she continued.

"Because I'm not a man," you replied with conviction. "I know that
now."

"I'm so glad, so happy," she gushed. "Now give me the towel and go to
your room to get dressed. You're giving me away in two hours, and I
want everything to be perfect."

***

As fully as you had accepted your place in our new household, when
our guests arrived, you were horrified - all your friends and
neighbors, and co-workers as well. Even the young boys from across the
street eagerly attended, hoping, I'm sure, to get more than just a kiss
from the bride.

But my special treat was saved for last. She made her entrance exactly
at noon, strutting into the foyer with the grace and power of a
lioness. She stood regal as a queen, 6' 2" of lean, hardened, black
muscle sheathed in a form-fitting white suit. The white slacks did
little to hide the bulging sinews of her thighs and her hard, meaty ass
as it flexed in rhythm with each confident step. The jacket buttoned
low, near her narrow waist, a long open V revealing the inner curves of
two perfect mounds of chocolate flesh, so firm they jutted forward,
unmoving, forcing the white linen that covered them into an exact
likeness of each nipple and breast.

Shayla and I had a long and sordid history. I found her useful in
certain situations, and she enjoyed the work when the opportunity
arose. She preferred women to men, for both sex, and companionship. I
had seen her make willing slaves of more than a few innocent housewives
over the years, turning them against their husbands while converting
them to devoted lesbians almost overnight. Women said she "did things"
to them, things no man or woman ever had, things that broke their will
to be with anyone but Shayla. But her true forte was her way with men -
finding new ways to humiliate them, castrate them, dissecting out piece
by piece everything essential to their maleness, until they were left
whimpering shells, living only to fulfill her every whim. Cruelty came
naturally to her, and she knew no limits.

We went to meet her, Annie, you, and I, as she entered the room, her
bright eyes wide and hungry. Annie just stared, quivering a bit as I
held her hand. You almost wet yourself.

"Annie, this is Shayla." I announced. She'll be conducting the ceremony
today.

Shayla licked her lips, looking down at Annie in her wedding dress.
"Mmmm, aren't you a tasty little thing," Shayla purred.

"Oh, and Shayla, this is Jeffrey, Annie's soon-to-be ex-husband."

Shayla's smile could be cruel, and she gave you everything she could
muster.

"Ahhh, so you're the little sissy-boy that couldn't keep your own wife
from looking elsewhere for a real cock," she said menacingly. "I hope
you'll behave today," she warned.

"I think you'll find Jeffrey very cooperative today," I added. "Isn't
that right, Jeffrey?"

"Yes," you answered timidly.

"Oh really?" Shayla asked. "So you're willingly giving little wifey
here to Parker? So he can stick his big cock in her any time he wants?"

"Yes," you answered again.

"And just why would you do that?" she continued with even more sarcasm.

"Because, I-I'm, not a man," you answered quietly, afraid one of the
guests might hear your humiliating admission.

Shayla smiled suddenly. Her eyelids fluttered, and she took a slow,
deep breath. Then she took you by the throat with a flash of her
strong hand.

"Show me!" she hissed, almost as a whisper. "Take it out and show me!"

Your eyes filled with terror. "Here?" you gasped. "In front of - "

"Now!" she ordered, her voice breathless with excitement. "No one's
looking - do it - NOW!"

After a quick glance over your shoulder at the guests, now chatting and
chuckling to themselves in the living room, you lowered your zipper and
tugged the shrunken worm of flesh from your pants. Shayla studied it
for a few seconds, then turned to Annie.

"You let him touch you with *that*?" she asked.

"Not anymore," Annie answered. "Not since Parker. We've been training
him. He can't get hard when he's around me now, even when I'm naked.
He's really accepted that he'll never have sex with me again, that
all he can do is watch other men fuck me."

"So, you like watching your wife with other men, pussy-boy?" Shayla
asked. "You like seeing her gasping and squealing at the end of a long,
thick cock?"

"Y-yes, I-I do," you answered obediently.

"And do you ever play with your tiny little dick while you watch her?"

"No - never - she doesn't belong to me - she's Parker's now. She
doesn't want me to think about her that way. Parker would hurt me if I
did."

Shayla gave me a knowing grin, congratulating me for your total defeat.

"Not bad, Parker," she said. "not bad at all. But I think I could make
him even less of a man, if you'll give me a chance. Even just a few
hours with him would be so much fun - how about it?"

I looked over at you, standing there with your dick hanging out,
shivering with fear. I considered her offer, and took my time
answering.

"It just so happens that Annie and I will be taking a long honeymoon.
We'll need a babysitter for him while we're gone. Would you like that?
Say, for two weeks? Do what you like with him. If I know you, he'll be
the perfect timid little girl when you're done with him."

Shayla's eyes sparkled with glee. She squeezed your neck harder and
spoke to you, her eyes inches from yours.

"Hear that, sissy-boy? Want me to make you my little girl?"

You trembled at the thought, your eyes bulging.

"I-I d-don't think I want to - please, please Annie - I m-mean Mistress
- don't make me do this! Please don't let them, Pleeease!" you whined.

Annie shook her head. "Now Jeffrey, stop complaining. You know you're
no use to me as a man. I think Shayla has a good idea. If you actually
*become* a girl, I'll never have to worry about you fucking me again.
And you'll never have to worry about Parker punishing you. I'm sure
Parker agrees."

I gave you my look, the one that tells you there'll be nasty
consequences if you don't behave.

"So, tell her, Jeffrey," Annie ordered. "Tell Shayla you'll do it
because I want you to."

Shayla waited for an answer. You were defeated again, with no chance of
escape.

"I'll do it," you told her.

"You'll do what?" Shayla asked.

"I'll - I'll be your little girl," you answered, shaking as she held
you in her strong hand.

"Why the sudden change of heart, Jeffrey," she continued sarcastically.

"B-because, my, my wife wants me to," you admitted.

Smiling with satisfaction, Shayla released you. "Good," she said.
"You'll come home with me after the reception tonight. And by the way,
in an hour, Annie won't be your wife anymore. She'll be your Mistress -
*only* your Mistress. Make sure you remember how to address her
properly. Let's see - tell her, 'I hope you enjoy Parker's big cock on
your honeymoon, Mistress, while Shayla's turning me into a little
girl.'"

You looked into Annie's eyes, begging for some sign that she had
changed her mind. You found no such sign, only a radiant, smiling face,
waiting patiently for you to disgrace yourself. Of course you gave in,
again.

"I hope you enjoy Parker's big cock on your honeymoon, Mistress, while
Shayla's turning me into a little girl," you told Annie. She smiled
wider, then turned to Shayla. "How can I ever repay you?" she gushed.
Shayla feasted her eyes on Annie's eager young body. "I'm sure we'll
find a way," Shayla answered. "Right now, we have a wedding to perform.
Let's get started."

 

[don_jetman]

Shayla took her place before our guests while they quickly filled the
rows of folding chairs that filled your living room. She stood behind a
small wooden altar, brought in for the happy occasion. It was a
breathtaking sight - Shayla's powerful V-shaped torso rising above the
dark mahogany facade with deeply carved, ornate borders and lifelike
figures in an obscene tableaux at its center. Small cherubs hovered at
each of the four corners, looking on expectantly as the central figures
stood at a much smaller version of a similar altar. A large, muscular,
satyr-like figure embraced a slim, graceful woman with long, flowing
hair. Both of them were naked, the man-beast sporting an outrageously
huge erection which lay half-buried between the woman's legs as she
swooned, mouth open, in his powerful arms. Kneeling beneath them, a
smaller figure, also nude, reaching out to her, his fingertips just
touching the woman's bare thigh, looked up at them helplessly as though
the touch was a parting one, the last he would ever savor.

You stood beside me at the altar, facing Shayla. She smiled at me, then
showed you a much more sinister smile. Her hardened nipples strained at
the white fabric, throbbing with each beat of her pulse. She was in her
glory, a spectacular vision of raw lust and venom.

"This is a ceremony of victory, the triumph of manhood over the weak
and undeserving," Shayla began. "In the balance, for each of you before
me, everything that is manly has been weighed, and weighed again. All
things that make men real men - power, strength, wisdom, and potency
have been tested, the worthy man taking all, the weak willingly
surrendering all to him.

"Who here is the defeated, ready to declare before all the surrender
of everything you possess?"

Shayla looked straight at you, narrowing her eyes with a threatening
warning.

"I am," you answered.

Shayla smiled pleasantly, then continued.

"Will you eagerly give your wife, the woman you love, the mother of
your children, to one more worthy, one superior to you in every way?"

Everyone could see you shaking with fear and humiliation. How
ridiculous you looked beside me in your cheap tuxedo, intentionally
rented two sizes too small, your sweet Annie's idea. You would have to
say it, here, in public, in front of everyone. You would have to
abandon her, give her delicious body to me, and admit your disgraceful
defeat.

"I will," you answered quietly. A quiet murmur rose from the audience.

"From this day forward, you will be known as 'cuckold'. It will become
your middle name. You will wear it at first with shame, then with
enthusiastic obedience. You will live every minute of your life as a
cuckold, holding true to everything it implies.

"Repeat after me. 'From this day forward, I will serve a superior man,
and the woman he has taken from me.'"

You looked drained, as though another shameful admission might be just
enough to kill you. But it was necessary. You thought you had been
broken long ago. Now you would discover the true meaning of the word.

"F-From this day forward, I will s-serve a superior man - and the
woman he has - taken - from me," you replied, this time fighting to get
the words out. You cringed as both gasps and chuckles erupted from the
crowd, and Shayla dished out more pain.

"By this ceremony, Annie will be your wife in name only. As a woman,
she belongs to another man, your true superior and master. To make her
his, finally and completely, answer with your utmost conviction.

"Do you swear:

"Never to have sexual relations with, or lustful thoughts about Annie,
as long as you shall live?"

"I swear," you said, your voice showing the signs of total defeat.

"Never to have any matter of physical contact with Annie, or view her
body in either full or partial state of nudity, without permission from
her or your Master?

"I swear."

"Never to speak, to Annie or your Master, unless spoken to."

"I swear."

Shayla paused, exchanging glances with me, bathing in the soothing
satisfaction of the moment. Her eyes were wide and bright, her classic
features beaming with excitement.

"Now is the time for the weak and the strong to face one another,"
Shayla continued.

I turned to face you. You faced me as well, after Shayla's menacing
stare. You looked so small, so truly weak and pathetic.

"By your word, you will surrender your woman to your Master. By these
words, you make it final, irrevocable. Repeat them as an unworthy
husband and man, resolved to give his wife the pleasure of a superior
male. 'I willingly surrender my wife and my manhood. I am not a man.'"

You looked up at me with tears in your eyes - staring, for the longest
time. As I looked back, I sensed you had begun to believe what you were
told to say. Something in your eyes had changed. A mixture of
submissiveness and acceptance poured from you, racking your pathetic
body with the new reality. You wanted me to have her.

You cleared your throat, still looking directly into my eyes, and said
the words.

"I willingly surrender my wife and my manhood. I am not a man."

Shayla reached beneath the altar, starting the music that played from
speakers hidden in either end. The traditional wedding march filled the
room as Annie began her slow walk down the aisle. She was dressed in
pure white, a thin, body-hugging second skin that covered her from
neck to ankles. Narrow bands of white lace encircled her neck and
wrists.

She made her way closer to us, expertly taking step after step on the
white eight-inch heels. A long, satin train fell from her shoulders,
quietly drifting along the carpet behind her as she approached. The
body-suit fit her like a glove, the material so soft and yielding that
every detail of her firm, young flesh was visible, from the stiff,
pouting nipples atop each large, round breast, to the outline of her
pussy-lips, so swollen that the crevice between them yawned open
obscenely in anticipation of a real man's cock. I saw you staring as
she came closer, your eyes so filled with loss, knowing you must give
this luscious creature up to another man, knowing she would never be
yours again.

Annie stopped between us, looked up at me, and smiled. At this distance
she was stunning. The outfit fit so perfectly it could have
been painted on her warm flesh, coating her breasts, belly, and legs
with a thin layer of white that barely kept her from standing naked
before us. My cock was raging to get to her.

"This is a ceremony of surrender and surrendering," Shayla began again.
"The surrender of a woman to her most primal needs, and to the only man
who can satisfy them, and the surrendering of this woman by one too
weak and unworthy to lay claim to her."

"Annie," Shayla announced in her strongest, clearest voice, "Do you,
from this day forth, reject your husband, his weakness, his cowardice,
his impotence, renouncing your oath of physical intimacy, and
furthermore, even the name, 'husband'?"

"I do!" Annie said without hesitation.

"Jeffrey, do you promise that the oath that bound you to this woman,
that gave you her body as your property, from this day forth will be
severed, that you give up all claims to her body as yours and yours
alone, that you will never think of her or look upon her as an object
of your wanton desires?"

"I do," you muttered.

"Speak clearly, so all can hear!" Shayla ordered.

"I DO," you said again, hearing it echo from the back of the room.

Shayla smiled with approval, her jutting breasts swelling with pride.

"Parker, his woman now belongs to you, her body yours to possess in any
manner you desire. She will serve you, satisfy all your needs, even
accept your seed inside her to bear children to her one and only true
man. If you want this woman, speak now, and make her yours forever."

I put my arm around Annie's waist and pulled her close beside me. Her
skin was firm and hot against my hand, and she trembled, looking up at
me, her eyes wide with rampant desire.

"I claim your wife as my property," I recited confidently. "She has
chosen a man superior to you in every way, and I will take her as my
own. Where you failed to satisfy her, I will make her whimper with joy.
Where your efforts to give her life meaning fell short, mine will
succeed beyond her wildest dreams. Unless you intend to contest my
decision, admit now to one and all that you freely forfeit your wife to
me, the man she desires."

Annie and I both stared at you as you stood shaking in front of the
roomful of guests. We both knew what you were feeling, how degrading it
was to give your beautiful Annie to another man before your friends,
family, and co-workers. How achingly devastating it must have been to
give her up, her lean, delicious body waiting so impatiently to be
traded to a better man. You would never feel her bare skin against you
again, never put your tiny prick inside her, or even cum while watching
her full lips open wide, moaning through a shattering orgasm. Even so,
I saw it in your eyes again, barely creeping through the humiliation
and pain - the acceptance, and something more, the willingness,
bordering on excitement, to watch your Annie by my side, to think of
her riding my cock in your bed, to see her sweaty, sex-starved body
bucking like a whore under me as I gave her what you never could. This
time your words showed no hesitation.

"My wife has chosen you over me," you began. "I surrender her to you,
not by force, but because she deserves all that you can give her. She
has shown me how truly unworthy I am to claim her body as my own. Take
her as your own not only because she wishes it, but because I wish it
as well. Take her, with my blessing."

Shayla let everyone see her excitement now, her huge breasts pushing
the jacket lapels aside, obscenely displaying her long, hardened
nipples that jutted and throbbed, openly on display.

"The rings, Jeffrey," she said suddenly. You looked at her blankly,
puzzled at her order.

"Remove her rings, Jeffrey! She has no use for them now!"

You looked sadly at Annie's outstretched hand. The small diamond and
wedding band you gave her years ago waited mockingly on her finger
before you. Annie smiled an evil smile, then wiggled her finger
slightly, showing her impatience to have it gone forever. You reached
for her hand slowly, careful not to touch her soft skin, and slid both
bands over her slender finger.

"Kneel before them," Shayla ordered, "and place the meaningless
trinkets at their feet."

You went to your knees, lowered you head, then carefully placed the
rings on the floor. I thought I heard you sob as I crushed the tiny
diamond to dust under my shoe. Your head down, you stared at the warped
gold setting surrounded by a tiny circle of sparkling powder that once
symbolized her devotion to you.

As you looked up at us, I placed a wide, intricately inscribed gold
band on Annie's finger, and then a huge, glittering diamond. The crowd
gasped at its size and beauty. Annie beamed at me, so much excitement
and lust pouring from her wide eyes.

"I now join you as man and woman," Shayla announced. "Show everyone
present the ecstasy you have found in the sharing of your flesh and the
joy of a new life together."

I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply, obscenely. She feasted on
my tongue, as if she knew it would bring her cunt years of unending
pleasure. I felt her small hand caress the front of my pants, then
clutch my cock, kneading and stroking it though my tux, turning so
everyone could watch as she brought my erection to monstrous
proportions. You heard the murmurs and gasps from the audience as you
knelt below us watching Annie's hand on my cock, horribly embarrassed
as your own little prick began to grow. You tried stubbornly not to
face the fact that witnessing your wife fondle a real cock as you
willingly submitted to her betrayal had become not only acceptable, but
exciting, something you had begun to secretly enjoy. As much as you
tried to fight it, you knew you would no longer have to be threatened
or intimidated to do as Annie wished. You had become her willing
cuckold, and she could not have asked for a more fitting gift on her
special day.

 

[don_jetman]

Taking Annie

Chapter 9

After the ceremony, Annie was eager to mingle with the guests. Of
course, her mother rushed up to us first, giving Annie a long hug. "I'm
soo happy for you, dear," Catherine began. "You're so lucky to have a big
strong man like Parker take care of you!" "I know," Annie answered,
smiling. "He really does - take care of me - like no other man I've
been with."

"Go ahead, you can tell her," I added. Annie blushed at first, then
quietly told her mother, "He has a huge, beautiful cock, Mother. When
we're in bed together, well, I just never knew that sex could be that
amazing." Her mother winked. "Good for you!" she whispered. "I'm sorry
your dad couldn't be here. You know how old fashioned he is - he called
this a 'perversion of the marriage ceremony' and wouldn't have any part
of it." "It's OK Mom," Annie assured her. "Everyone likes Parker. He'll
warm up to him eventually. Jeffrey's parents wouldn't come either, but
I understand."

Annie spotted Eric close by and headed straight for him, carrying you
and I along, holding each of our hands. "Well Annie, congratulations.
You really are a special woman," Eric said in his usual smug way.

"More special than you know, Eric," Annie told him. "I'm pregnant with
your baby." Eric's eyes widened as he glanced first at you, then at me.
"I - I'm not sure what to say, Annie," he replied. "Don't worry," Annie
said. "Parker and I will care for it as our own. I just wanted your
sperm, a son just like you for my child. I have Parker's blessing."

"And what about you, Jeffrey," Eric asked, grinning cruelly. "You're
the one who helped pump my cum into her. Does she have your blessing as
well?"

You couldn't face him. It wasn't until this moment that you knew Annie
was carrying his baby. You stood with your head down, imagining her
belly swelling larger and larger with Eric's child. How would you be
able to face him every day at work, along with everyone in the office
who would be certain to know after so many of Annie's private visits in
his office? A tiny replica of Eric was growing inside Annie's belly,
one you had most likely helped place there by pumping his throbbing
cock as he emptied his sperm into her in your own bed. Even after all
your training, it was brutally humiliating to accept Annie's elation at
bearing your boss's child.

"Don't be such a wimp, Jeffrey!" Annie scolded. "Tell Eric how glad you
are that I have his baby inside me. Don't be so rude! You should thank
him!"

Looking up into his grinning face, you did as you were told. "I'm glad
my wife is having your baby, Eric. Thank you for impregnating her."

"And you should compliment his cock..." Annie continued.

"Annie loves your cock," you admitted. "It's so thick and hard - she
says she cums just thinking about it stretching her pussy."

"Well, thanks for the compliment," Eric joked. "Maybe you'd like to
suck it sometime if you like it so much," he said, laughing.

"Ohhhh, that would be sooo hot!" Annie exclaimed. "You'll do it for me,
won't you Jeffrey, after Shayla turns you into a little girl? I'd love
to watch you suck him while Parker stuffs me with his cock. Maybe we
could even cum at the same time! Mmmmmm - I'm getting horny just
thinking about it, Parker. Take me into our bedroom and fuck me,
please? Just a quickie? No one will notice."

"Absolutely," I agreed.

"Oh, and Jeffrey," she added quickly, "tell Eric you still want him to
fuck me, in his office, in front of all your co-workers. Tell him how
much you like having your wife take your boss's thick, juicy cock
inside her, fucking me senseless while I scream for more. It's what you
want, isn't it Jeffrey?"

You looked Eric in the face while you told him. "Please," you begged,
"I still want you to fuck Annie in your office every day, to fill her
with your cum while everyone knows I'm a cuckold. I want you to. I do.
I really do."

"Don't worry little man," Eric assured you. "I'll drain my cum into her
anytime she wants. And I'll be sure to let everyone in the office know
why she comes to see me."

"And I used to think you were a stud, Jeffrey!" You recognized the
voice from behind you. It was Sherri, eavesdropping on your talk with
Eric. As Annie and I discreetly made our way to bedroom, Sherri took
our place between you and Eric. Her eyes were full of mischief, her
smile dangerously twisted.

"Eric, did you know that Jeffrey has always wanted to fuck me?" Sherri
asked, grinning widely. Eric looked at you in mock surprise. "Why
Jeffrey, what would Annie say if she knew?" he teased. "Never mind
Annie," she added. "What about Parker? He'd have your balls, wouldn't
he Jeffrey?"

The fear went through you like a sudden sickness as you imagined what
the consequences might be. "Please - please, I really didn't Sherri - I
really didn't want to have sex with you - honest!" you pleaded.

"Now you're lying, Jeffrey. You know you are. Why just yesterday you
jerked off staring at my bare tits, right over there in your kitchen.
Don't deny it, or I'll tell Parker right now."

"OK, OK," you confessed. "I - I guess - I - did want to have sex with
you - but I didn't! I didn't do it! You know I didn't!"

Sherri grinned at Eric, who was enjoying this just as much as she was.
"But Annie and Parker would still be really pissed, wouldn't they?" She
paused, watching you squirm. "Wellll, maybe we can come to an
agreement, Jeffrey. Think we could do that?" she asked.

Suspecting the worst, you eagerly agreed. "Tell me what you want,
Sherri," you offered. "I'll do it. Anything."

"Ok, Jeffrey. Let's assume I know some things - like how Annie won't
let you get hard anymore, but you still eat her pussy anytime she
wants. I think the least you can do is give me equal time. Any time I
want, Jeffrey. You'll put your face between my legs and lick me till I
cum. And you'll give it your best too, won't you?"

"B-but, what if Annie finds out?" you stammered. "She would..."

"Just leave the details to me, Jeffrey. If you're good, if you make me
cum every time, I promise she'll never know. Oh, I'll want you naked
while you work, of course. And if your little dick gets hard, I won't
even mind. But each time it does, you'll jerk off while I watch, then
eat every drop of your cum. Understood?"

"I will," you agreed. "I'll do it, but please don't tell Annie!"

"Oh, one more thing," Sherri added. "Since Eric here is such a stud, I
think I should get a little too. I always fucked Annie's boyfriends
behind her back - except for you, Jeffrey. You were too much fun to
tease, your little prick always twitching to get at me, your face so
disappointed when I practically promised you my pussy, then changed my
mind at the last minute. You never did catch on, did you?"

You were stunned. "I - I guess I always thought it was because you
didn't want to hurt Annie," you said slowly.

"Hardly," she answered sarcastically. "You still don't know how much I
love to fuck, do you Jeffrey? Still clueless, after all these years!
That's right, you're probably the only guy from here to the coast that
I haven't fucked. Which brings us to Eric here. I want you to beg him
to fuck me, in Annie's house, in Annie's bed."

"But, you can't!" you interrupted. "It would be too risky! If Parker or
Annie found out..."

"Exactly," Sherri smirked. "Which is why you'll beg him to do it, and
find a way to keep it a secret. If you fuck up, Eric and I will explain
that you put us together - AND, provided us with a place to fuck. And
you'd better get creative. If he's as good as Annie says, I'll want him
all the time. I'm between boyfriends at the moment, Jeffrey. I need
sex. Lots of it."

"But in Annie's bed?" you asked incredulously. "Why? You could do it
anywhere..."

Sherri's eyes went glassy, staring into the distance, then narrowed
with revenge. "The little bitch always got what she wanted. She was
prettier, smarter, the perfect little princess. So I waited until she
had something she cared about, a guy usually, and I took it. It was so
easy. She was such a prude. I fucked every boy she ever went out with,
as many times as it took. When I stopped putting out, and they didn't
get sex from her, they'd always go looking somewhere else. Like you,
she never figured it out. But now..."

Her eyes widened with fury, her fists were clenched tightly at her
side. "NOW, the little bitch comes out on top again, playing MY game!
After all this time she uses the only weapon she didn't know she had -
her cunt! It's not fair! She has Eric's baby, Parker's money and cock,
and more sex than she could ever dream of! I may not get Parker, but I
WILL fuck Eric. You'll ask him, no, beg him, right now in front of us,
and you'll see that we use Annie's bed whenever I want. Refuse, and
Parker will probably kill you after I have a little talk with him. I'll
keep Eric here so fucked dry that he won't be able to get it up for my
dear sister. At least I'll have that."

How small you must have felt - now a slave to me, Annie, her mother,
and Sherri. You couldn't begin to imagine the hours you would spend
lapping at their cunts, all the while living in fear that one of the
others would find out. Again, defeat was beginning to have a new
meaning to you.

Sherri handed you a scrap of paper, folded twice into a small square.
"Read what's on it. Make it convincing," Sherri warned. She reached
into her purse and started the mini-recorder concealed inside.

"Why Jeffrey," she began, "you didn't tell me Eric was such a handsome
guy."

You read your lines from Sherri's script.

"If you think so, you two should really get together, Sherri," you
recited.

"I wouldn't mind that at all," Eric adlibbed, grinning.

"Hmmm, I don't know," Sherri continued. "I'm not sure Annie would
approve."

Your next lines were damning, but you did your best to deliver them
naturally.

"To hell with Annie," you said. "You two were meant for each other. You
should be carrying Eric's baby, not Annie."

"But Jeffrey, Annie's your wife!" Sherri went on, pretending to be
shocked by your betrayal.

You stared at the last line, swallowed hard, and tried your best to
sound convincing.

"Annie's a pig compared to you, Sherri. If I were you, I'd fuck Eric in
Annie's own bed. In fact, if the two of you are interested, I think I
can arrange it."

Sherri turned off the recorder and smiled at you. "I'm waiting," she
reminded you. "Beg"

You turned to Eric, knowing what you had to do. You heard the recorder
come to life again.

"Please Eric, will you fuck Sherri instead of Annie? Please do it, for
me? Please?"

"Well, I can't promise I won't fuck your cute little wife again
Jeffrey, but if you want this so badly, sure, I'll fuck Sherri any time
she wants."

After the recorder stopped for the second time, Sherri took Eric by the
hand. "Get busy Jeffrey," she said sweetly. "I'm very hungry, and a
good cock is a terrible thing to waste."

When Annie and I returned, you could see the freshly-fucked look on her
face. She approached you wearing a satisfied smile, her hips swaying
seductively. Pressing her body against you, she reached for your
crotch, checking to make sure your worthless penis had not responded to
her appearance. When she brought her face close to yours, you thought
she might kiss you. Instead, she brought her lips to your ear, nibbling
for a second, still rolling your dick between her fingers through your
pants.

"You know Parker just finished fucking me, don't you?" she whispered.
You nodded as her tongue flicked into your ear. "He made me cum three
times, Jeffrey - with his big, fat, hard cock." She licked slowly
around the outer curve of your ear, leaving it soaked with saliva. "I'm
full of cum, Jeffrey. Your pregnant wife is holding another man's cum
inside her cunt - so much thick, creamy cum that it's nearly spilling
out of me. It's wonderful, isn't it - so sexy, don't you agree?"

"Yes," you whispered back.

"You must call me Mistress now, my little cuckold. Say it, please? I
need to hear you say it on my wedding day."

"Yes, Mistress," you whispered again.

"Mmmm, I love that," she responded. "Do you know what else I'd love,
Jeffrey? As a present, on my wedding day? I love to have my pussy
sucked - sucked so long, so hard, that all Parker's cum would end up in
my little cuckold's tummy. Would you do that for me, Jeffrey? Would
you? For me?"

"Now?" you asked quietly.

"Yes, Jeffrey, now. In my bed. You haven't been there in so long. I
thought it might also be a good test - you and I, together in our own
bed, just like it used to be. If your little penis stays that way,
doesn't twitch, or throb, or do anything except lie there like a tiny
deflated worm, I'll know for sure you could never fuck me again. It
would make me so happy, Jeffrey. And you do want me to be happy, don't
you?"

She rubbed her firm breasts against you as she spoke, her voice so soft
and inviting, her hand still exploring your limp prick. Did you want
her to be happy? You really had no choice, did you?

"Y-Yes," you uttered.

"Yes what, my dear cuckold?"

"Yes, Mistress. I want you to be happy. I'll do it."

"Let's hurry then," she said. "I'm so full I could burst."

She wasted no time shedding the white second skin, climbing onto the
bed, and spreading her long, sleek legs, pulling her knees up, waiting
for you to begin. After undressing, as you crawled between her legs,
you were shocked at how red and swollen her pussy had become. You
looked closer and noticed the short white string hanging from her
distended labia.

"It's a tampon, Jeffrey. I wanted to save all of his sperm for you.
Pull it out and see. But be ready - there's so much cum in me - I don't
want you to miss a drop."

You removed the tampon, immediately feeling the warm flow of liquid
over your tongue. As you sucked and licked, it seemed to spill
endlessly from deep within her, the thick bitter cum mixed with the
pungent juices of her steaming cunt. The soup of sex had been stewing
inside her, my cum and her secretions, held tightly in her warm belly,
a special treat saved just for you.

She moaned while you worked on her, her eyes closed, thinking not of
you, but of any of a hundred men she would fuck in an instant, given
the chance. One orgasm after another hit her, each forcing more of my
cum from the depths of her womb into your waiting mouth.

Her scream startled you. "Jeffrey! How could you! Oh my God! Oh no!
Noooo!" She was staring between your legs where your little prick had
come to life, standing at attention, unnoticed by you as you lapped at
her crotch. You were terrified.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please - I didn't want to - honest!" you
pleaded.

"Now you've ruined everything!" she wailed. "Everything!"

You backed off the bed, standing in naked front of her, your erection
throbbing and twitching in the air. As hard as you tried to make it go
soft, it only became harder. She was staring at it, horrified. You knew
what she was thinking, that she had forgotten how small you were after
months with Eric and me.

"You know what I told you, Jeffrey. If you can't control your penis,
you have to masturbate for me." She handed you a drinking glass from
beside the bed. "Here, cum in this glass, and be quick about it!"

When you started in front of her, she yelled at you again. "Not here!
Not in front of me! Do you think I want to see you pulling at that
little thing? Do it in the bathroom, then come back with the glass.
Hurry!"

You took the glass into the bathroom, stroked yourself furiously,
finally spurting several times into the tall glass. When you returned,
she looked at the glass and shook her head in dismay. "All this time
without sex, and that's it? That's all of it?"

"I - I'm sorry, Mistress," hoping that remembering the name she ordered
you to use would please her.

"Yes, Jeffrey, you certainly are sorry. Now drink it! Drink all of it!
If you don't, I'll have you sucking cocks all night to fill your
stomach. You're the one who will be full of cum tonight - one way or
another. It's your choice."

Of course you drank all of it. After the mess you coaxed from her
soaking vagina, it was a small thing to endure. And it seemed to make
her happy again so quickly.

"Mmmm, that's it Jeffrey. So tell me, who's cum tastes better - yours
or Parkers?"

You knew what the answer had to be. She smiled and waited, still
lounging on the bed with her legs spread, the large patches of my cum
and your saliva glistening on her inner thighs.

"His," you answered quietly. "Parker's sperm tastes better."

"Because he's..." she teased, waiting for your answer.

"The better man," you replied, "with superior sperm."

She sighed and closed her eyes again, her fingers gently dancing over
her puckered nipples.

"Yes - yes, Jeffrey - he certainly is."

 

[don_jetman]

Taking Annie

Chapter 10

Once back with her guests, Annie floated through the crowd like an
angel. Except for Annie's mother and Sherri, all the remaining guests
were men, chosen by Annie herself. They stared hungrily at her body,
barely concealed by the nearly obscene, white bridal outfit. With the
long train now discarded, you could see how the back plunged well
beyond the dimples of her firm ass, baring her entire back and upper
ass-cheeks. Fleshy crescents of her large breasts spilled outward along
the open sides like enticing ripe fruit waiting to be eaten. She was
aware of every second of their attention, and of every man's hopeful
fantasy that he would get a chance to stick his cock in her. And she
was loving it.

But she had seen to it that you were well taken care of. She delivered
you to Shayla, holding you by the hand, then placing your hand in
Shayla's strong grasp.

"Take care of my little cuckold for me, won't you?" she asked.

Shayla's eyes widened, her imagination working overtime, planning your
time with her over the next two weeks. She was a head taller than you.
Her muscular arms and broad shoulders made you feel so small, so weak,
so helpless to disobey even the most perverse orders she might give
you.

"You're mine now," Shayla announced as she stared fiercely into your
eyes. "Aren't you?"

"Yes," you answered. "I'm yours, Mistress."

"Mmmm - I just love the sound of that word - 'Mistress'," Annie cooed.
"What will you do with him? Can you really turn him into a little
girl?"

"I've broken much better men than this one," Shayla bragged. "Besides,
thanks to you, he's halfway there already."

Shayla pulled you closer, brutally grasping your crotch in her hand. "I
think I'll call you 'Jeffina'. You like that name don't you?"

"Y-yesss," you gasped.

"My goodness, Jeffina, I don't feel anything at all between your legs.
If you don't have a cock, you must be a girl - a girl in a man's tux.
Is that what you are? A weak little girl?"

"Y-yesss," you gasped again.

"See how easy it is?" Shayla told Annie. "He'll be prancing around your
house in no time, more than eager to be your maid. That makes you wet,
doesn't it?"

"Oh God, Shayla - it's just so, so - well, yes, in fact, I'm dripping
just thinking about it. So, Jeffina," Annie asked you, grinning
wickedly, "do you really want to be a little girl?"

You answered with fear and shame - "Yes, Mistress."

"With a pussy, tits, and everything?" Annie added.

"Yes, Mistress."

Annie simply glowed. "Then she's all yours, Shayla. As for me, I need
some attention from some real men. You understand, don't you Jeffina,
just between us girls, how I need some real cock on my wedding day?"

"Yes, Mistress," you answered again. "Anything to make you happy, to
please you."

For hours Shayla kept you in tow, always sure you were nearby when
Annie played with her guests. You looked on as Annie teased them all,
one by one, softly fondling their erections through their pants as she
flirted shamelessly. She kissed each of the young boys from across the
street, sucking lewdly at their open mouths as she pressed her body
against them. This time when she took them in private, you weren't
invited. Shamelessly, she led the three of them to her bedroom, closed
the door, and took their impatient cocks inside her. Nothing was spared
- her pussy, her ass, her mouth - and when she had milked every
ounce of sperm from each of them, it was your turn to clean her,
licking and sucking their sticky fluids from her sweaty body as Shayla
looked on, directing your every move.

Afterwards, Shayla escorted you to every man Annie had bedded in the
short four hours, ordering you to thank them. You were amazed at their
numbers - every co-worker in your office had used her body, if for only
a few minutes. As used to the humiliation as you thought you had
become, it was hard to get the words out to guest after guest.

"Thank you for fucking Annie. She'd love to have sex with you again,
any time you want," you would repeat to each of them as Shayla looked
on. How they leered at you when they answered, each one promising to
use her body as often as possible. Each man's knowing grin drove home
the bitter truth, again and again - that Annie would gladly fuck any of
them, take their cocks and cum inside her, and orgasm under them, over
and over, each man playing with her willing, luscious body in any
manner he wished. You pictured each of them with Annie, stroking and
licking her supple neck, mauling her ample breasts and sensitive
nipples, each huge, throbbing cock sliding into her, stretching her,
pounding her, flooding her with so many flavors of sperm. In your mind,
her cries were always the same, always terrifyingly wild and hungry,
orgasm after shattering orgasm. With all those men. With everyone.
Except you.

As evening approached, I presented special admission tickets to the
guests, tickets that would give them entry to The Gold Club, an upscale
strip club in the midst of the flashing neon of the busiest downtown
nightclubs and theaters. The face of the ticket was enough to promise
every man the time of his life. I made sure of that. A glossy picture
of Annie graced each one, a close-up of her face giving her sexiest
pout, her outrageously enhanced naked breasts jutting forward along the
bottom of the photo. Just below the picture, in her own handwriting, it
read, "Strip me, do me, yes, I mean YOU!" I'd wager most men would keep
the ticket to remember their special night with your wife.

Annie and I took a waiting limo to the club as the others piled into
their cars to follow. I invited the neighbor boys to ride with us -
there was plenty of room, and they eagerly scrambled inside, sampling
the wet bar across from us as Annie settled in beside me. As they
sipped the twelve-year-old scotch and cognac, Annie opened their pants,
one by one, and milked their cocks with her sweet mouth. If only you
could have seen her - coaxing the semen from them with her delicate
hands and full lips as they spurted into her waiting mouth, swallowing
huge quantities of their young, virile sperm, savoring it more than the
expensive liquor the boys so enjoyed. At times I would reach under her
dress, tracing her cunt with my fingers, feeling the rush of her juices
as she serviced them. As each boy was about to cum, I took her little
clit between my fingers and stroked it gently, timing my speed and
pressure so that she came the instant they did. If only you could have
heard her muffled little moans each time one of the boys came in her
mouth. If only you could have felt her thighs tighten about my hand as
I delivered each welcome orgasm. Afterwards, she collapsed back on the
seat beside me while the boys stroked and caressed her recovering
body. They seemed to never tire of fondling her breasts, belly, and
legs, and she seemed to never tire of their attention.

You rode with Shayla in her newly purchased Porsche. She made you
unfasten your pants and play with yourself as she drove recklessly
through streets and alleys that led in a roundabout route to the club.

"I can see why you want to be a girl," she said sarcastically. "How
could you ever have married Annie in the first place? Didn't you have
any consideration for her needs as a woman? How did you ever think you
would satisfy her with a tiny thing like that?"

You looked down at your lap in shame as you answered. "I - I guess I
didn't know how small I was - that is, until I saw Parker's - um,
penis."

Shayla shook her head in disbelief. "You mean to tell me that Annie
never told you how tiny, how disappointing your dick was? Never?"

"She - um, well, not really," you said quietly, still looking down at
your flaccid prick. "Not before Parker."

"Couldn't you tell?" Shayla blurted. "When you fucked her? That she was
faking it every time?"

How those words, the realization that Shayla was right, must have
wounded you. Your own wife never really made love to you, never really
had a single orgasm as she lay naked under you. She merely endured your
feeble attempts to fuck her like a real man should.

"I - I didn't know," you admitted. "She was so quiet when we did it, so
quiet - until - well, until I watched her with Parker. I guess I knew
then - she screamed and moaned with him, he was so big - when she told
him how good he was, how he stretched her and filled her cunt, then I
guess I knew."

"Awww, poor boy," Shayla joked. "It's time you learned that some men
just aren't born to be real men. Some men are better at serving than
leading - or fucking. You know that now, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And we can both see how worthless your tiny little penis is, can't we?
Even when you play with yourself, it's useless, so limp and pathetic.
You really have no use for it anymore, do you Jeffina?"

"N-no, I guess not, Mistress," you answered reluctantly.

Shayla pulled over and squealed to a gut-wrenching stop in front of the
club.

"Stay close to me tonight, do as I say, and I'll see to it you get your
wish."

She led you into the club on a leash attached to a dog collar buckled
tightly around your neck, your zipper down, your genitals still fully
exposed. "Better to let everyone know," she said as you followed her
through the door, "why Annie needs a real man. You couldn't give her a
more fitting wedding gift."

As the club filled with our guests, Shayla led you onto the stage and
sat you in a chair at one end, then tied your leash to one of its metal
legs. Just before leaving you on display, she reached into your open
fly and tugged on your balls and prick, making sure they fell obscenely
from the opening, exposed in the bright stage lights.

The club was closed to the public for our reception, but I made sure a
dozen of Annie's stripper friends were working to keep all our guests
happy. One by one, the girls took the stage and stripped for your
friends and coworkers, always spending some time in front of your
chair, flicking and pulling your tiny dick. But even with all their
attention, it stayed limp and shrunken, just as Annie had taught you.
How satisfying it was to see that your fear of both Annie and I kept
your erection at bay, the useless little nub hanging from your open fly
like a deflated child's balloon. Everyone in your office had wondered
about you and Annie, about how she could visit Eric so often for those
"private meetings", and about how you could stand by and allow it to go
on. As they laughed hysterically at your lifeless penis, now they
understood.

Annie had the time of her life. After a few more drinks, she grew tired
of the full-length wedding dress, so she unfastened and removed the
lower half, leaving her in a breathtaking white lace crotchless
bodystocking. She wandered about the club flirting, giving one man
after another lewd lapdances, rubbing her bare pussy against their legs
and crotches. When she caught your best friend, Carl, watching the
stripper on stage while she squirmed in his lap, not to be outdone, she
pulled the sides of her top between her breasts, baring them, then
pushed them into his face as they bounced and quivered, gasping out
loud as he sucked on her distended nipples. But you wouldn't need your
best friend anymore. Shayla would be your best friend for some time to
come.

 

[don_jetman]

Finally, it was Annie's turn to dance. Once on stage, she posed and
strutted like a pro. After teasing the crowd into a frenzy, she
approached you, still tied to your chair just a few feet away.
There was fire in her eyes as she bent to look into your face. She
intended to make a point.

In one single, swift motion, she ripped the lacy material from her
body, throwing it into the screaming crowd. Standing naked before you
in the bright lights, she lowered her face close to yours once again,
shook her tits at you, and laughed. She took your limp prick in her
hand and rolled it between her fingers, then pulled it toward her,
stretching it to its limit like a short rubber band.

"I need a man!" she screamed at you over the deafening music. "A man
with a big, juicy cock! Are you a man with a big juicy cock?"

You squirmed as she stretched your little prick tighter, then, cringing
with humiliation, shook your head no. The crowd roared with laughter.

"You want me to find a man with a big juicy cock, don't you?" she
shouted.

Red with shame, you nodded a yes.

"Which one? Who should I pick? Or maybe I should ask for volunteers,"
Annie continued as she looked into the crowd, grinning. Every man in
the club was on his feet, hands in the air, eyes glued to Annie's
naked pussy, screaming, "Me! Me! I'll do it! I'll fuck you!"

When you didn't answer, too frightened and weak to respond before your
friends and coworkers, Annie answered for you.

"What's that?" she shrieked. "You want them all to fuck me? Here and
now?"

Knowing you had no choice with Shayla looking on from beside the stage,
you nodded another yes.

Within seconds the stage was filled with men, all on their backs, lined
shoulder to shoulder, their pants tented with throbbing erections.
Annie gave you one last wicked grin. "This is for all the times I let
you put your baby dick in me, all the times I suffered under you
while you pumped away, trying to cum, all the times I cringed when I
felt your pathetic sperm soak my pussy, wishing, no, screaming inside
to be fucked by a real man!"

One by one, Annie opened every fly in every pair of pants on stage. I
saw your eyes wandering over them, trying to count their numbers. So
many cocks - twenty?, no, closer to thirty - each one freed by Annie's
own hand, each one standing erect, jerking and dancing in the stage
lights.

Then, one by one, she squatted over each of them, taking one cock at a
time inside her for a few quick strokes, then moved on to the next.
Within the first fifteen minutes, she had taken all of them, thirty
hard, impatient cocks of your friends, neighbors, and coworkers. Now
they all glistened with her juices, jerking in the air, throbbing for
more. She began again, this time lingering on each cock longer,
milking it with her cunt, until she heard the man under her begin to
groan. Again she moved on to the next willing guest, milking him to
within seconds of his orgasm before moving on. When she finished her
second round, thirty cocks remained standing, soaked with a thick layer
of pre-cum and pussy juice, the guests now moaning, begging her to fuck
them again, to make them cum. She went to you again, her face
inches from yours, seething with lust.

"Now you're going to watch thirty men cum inside me! Thirty doses of
sperm inside my belly! I want you to hear this over and over in your
head each time one of those beautiful cocks erupts inside me - every
man here, all thirty of them, will give me more pleasure in the few
seconds he cums in me than you have during our entire marriage. In
fact, each time here, on this stage tonight, will be 1,000 times
more satisfying than your little prick could ever hope to be. Watch
closely. See if you can count how many times I cum. I hope you enjoy
it!"

With that, she went to them, working furiously on the first man, a meek
accountant in the cubicle next to you at work. She ran her hands over
his pale, hairless chest as she squatted on his cock, begging him for
his cum, begging him to show you how a real man fucks a woman. Seconds
later his hips began to buck under her, then the long, relieving groan
that signaled his orgasm. Still impaled on his cock, she turned to look
at you, the sweat dripping from her breasts and nipples. She mouthed
the words slowly, so you could read her lips from your chair.

"Better than you."

You watched her fuck all of them. Some came right away, but others,
like Eric, held out longer, enjoying watching the pleasure his thick
cock gave her, her pussy clamped over it like a vise until she gasped
and moaned with her own orgasm. Only then did he cum, long and hard,
his semen flowing out of her like a gushing fountain. This time there
was no mistaking her quiet message to you.

"MUCH better than you."

The last in line were the three neighbor boys from across the street.
They had each taken Annie in your bed earlier that day, and had a long,
loving blowjob from her in the limo. Annie looked exhausted by the
time she got to them. Her blonde hair lay in wet tangles, pasted to her
face and back. She was soaked from her flat belly and ass to her toes,
covered with a thick, wet, shining layer of cum, sweat, and pussy
juice. She panted heavily as she lowered her cunt over the first boy's
perpetually hard cock. She worked on him for twenty minutes, using
every trick she knew to get him off. When she tired, he thrust
his cock up into her harder, jolting her glistening body, until she
collapsed onto him, screaming while her ass tightened in uncontrollable
convulsions, a river of cum flowing from her grasping cunt onto the
stage.

She took the second boy much like the first. When her legs began to
give out from squatting over him, her long firm thighs shaking from
exertion, he pulled her down on top of him, working his cock into her
from underneath, her limp body shuddering as his relentless piston
plunged into her, stroke, after stroke, after stroke.

How different she must have looked to you now - once your sweet
innocent wife, mother of your children, a shy, playful girl who long
ago promised to love, honor, and obey. Now you sat only a few feet from
her in a dog collar and leash, watching the young, firm body that once
belonged to you and you alone as she ravenously coaxed the cum from
thirty men, taking it all inside her, so thirsty for cock that no
man was off-limits, not your friends, relatives, nor co-workers. The
coyness, the little smile she gave you when you surprised her from
behind and cupped her breast in your hand, the gentle sigh she gave up
when you kissed her neck just below her ear - all that was Annie to
you, now gone, replaced with a fearless woman, obsessed with the
newfound physical gratification that a man with a thick, always hard,
impossibly large cock could give her. And now the most painful blow had
landed, sinking into your flesh and mind, a truth that seemed
unstoppable, inevitable - that the coy smile, those full lips, that
slender, eager body, had never been yours to begin with. You had begun
to accept it weeks ago, with my help, then with Annie's. Slowly, the
unmistakable evidence had begun to assert itself, to enter your world,
then subtly change it - to our world, a world where I had everything
Annie needed, and Annie craved everything you lacked in a man. Below
the surface of your Annie lay my Annie, a harlot of unquenched hunger,
hibernating, quietly waiting for the day when she could rip through the
skin of the quiet, patient, wife-who-serves, to escape as the whore-of-
whores, whose hunger for sex without limits with legions of men can be
appeased, and vengeance for her captivity in your world savored. She
was never really yours. Just ask her.

She saved the third boy for last. His cock was incredibly huge,
rivaling my own. She crawled to him on her hands and knees, her eyes
glassy, the spent muscles of her arms and legs shaking with tremors,
her lean body slick with semen and sweat. Her cunt yawned open as she
crawled, twitching with regular spasms, expelling small globs of thick
semen that fell in long strings along her inner thighs and finally to
the stage floor.

The crowd was now hushed, both excited and astounded by the sight of
her. The stage lights dimmed to a deep blue, the music quieted, now an
earthy tenor sax oozing a sweltering jazz ballad.

When she finally reached the boy, she was dazed and drooling, her eyes
locked on his enormous cock. With every once of energy she could
summon, she straddled him, took his fleshy monster in her small hand,
and guided it inside her, sinking slowly over it, moaning obscenely as
inch after inch disappeared inside her.

She rode him slowly, gasping each time she sank to the bottom of him
where his cock flared even wider, stretching her cunt to its limit.
After only a few minutes, she collapsed onto him, unable to support her
own weight any longer. Her wet belly and breasts made a slapping sound
when she landed on him, the thick coating of sticky liquid gluing their
bodies together as she lay panting on top of him. Now delirious and
totally exhausted, unable to move, she began to whisper in the boy's
ear. As she recovered a bit, the whispers became gasps, loud enough for
everyone to hear.

"Please - fuck me. Fuck - my cunt. Make me - cum. Please, I need - to
cum. Show them. Show them all. Show my - wimp husband - how - a - real
- man - fucks. Oh, please - I - love - your - cock. So big. So
beautiful. I - need - you. Please - fuck - me!"

Her pleading stopped when the boy put his mouth over hers, kissed her
deeply, then put her on her back, rolling on top of her. She moaned
loudly when he slid the full ten inches of his cock inside her, then
whimpered when he withdrew, as though she was afraid the thick pole of
flesh might not return. As he began to feed her cunt with long, even
strokes, she looked up at you again, now determined to serve up her
final humiliation, to flaunt your submission to everyone on the club.

"Watch him fuck me," she told you. "Watch his big, beautiful cock fill
my pussy. Even as a boy, he's more of a man than you ever were. You
never made me cum, you know that, don't you, Jeffrey?"

Before all those men, as you watched a mere teenager satisfy your wife
like you never could, you swallowed what little pride you had left, and
nodded yes. "I'm sorry, Annie," you cried. "I'm sorry I couldn't satisfy
you. I'm sorry I couldn't be a man for you."

She just laughed at you. "You're sorry all right, Jeffrey. So damn
sorry you couldn't fuck me like a man. But you can make it up to me,
Jeffrey. Beg him to fuck me harder. Beg, so everyone can hear you're
finally giving me some real cock. Beg! Now!"

With tears streaming down your face, you complied. "Fuck her harder,"
you croaked through your tears. The boy increased the speed of his
strokes, now excited by your public defeat. "Fuck her harder!" you
repeated, knowing Shayla and I watched your every move from the side of
the stage. Now the boy slammed into her, stabbing at her, impaling her
with everything he had. "Fuck her harder!" you said again, this time
shouting, overcome with rage and grief. Annie's body shuddered with
each pounding lunge, her breasts thrown violently upwards, as though
they might be torn from her chest. Her face was still turned toward
you, but she was delirious, her eyes looking through you, unable to
focus, her mind now totally engulfed with her hunger for another
orgasm.

The boy knew what she wanted from him, and he was determined to make
her cum in front of you. Like a tireless machine, he fucked her
relentlessly, without a moment's rest, her body jolted like a small,
lifeless rag doll.

Then you saw it - her eyes suddenly widened, her mouth opened, forming
a wide, silent "O". Her moan was low and guttural at first, then slowly
rose in pitch as the orgasm washed over her. Now she was oblivious to
you or the boy as she screamed and thrashed, pinned to the stage by his
huge cock. His mission accomplished, the boy released a torrent of
sperm into her belly. You watched silently while they came, clutching
each others bodies, their animal grunts and groans now louder and more
erotic than the sultry music.

You would always remember that moment, the vacant, stunned look on her
face when the final stroke of the boy's cock plunged her into a dark
world that existed only for Annie, a tear in the fabric of time that
took her from our world and delivered her to a private retreat where
nothing could touch her except the sustained onslaught of pleasure
that held her suspended in a final crushing orgasm, delivered by thirty
men.

After that, it was probably all a blur to you - the boy pulling out
of her, standing over her quivering body, cheered by the crowd with
what little strength they had left - then the quiet, as our guests
filtered out of the club, ignoring Annie completely as she lay wet
and exhausted on the stage - the darkness as the lights were shut
down, until only a single spotlight remained, its narrow, blue beam
falling directly on Annie, her moist, heaving breasts and belly so
beautiful in the ghostly circle of light.

Shayla pulled you from the stage by your leash and dragged you across
the club to the door. You followed her, your head lowered in shame and
defeat, half walking, half staggering from the night-long, humiliating
ordeal.

At the door, you stopped and looked back at the stage one final time,
as though trying to convince yourself that today had been just a bad
dream. What you saw was proof enough that the day was only too real. I
lay on top of Annie, my cock deeply buried in her well-used cunt. She
clutched me tightly, struggling to pull me close, her arms and legs
still slippery with your friends' semen.

Her fragile, velvety voice was the only sound in the empty club.

"Cum in me. I want your sperm in me. I want it in my belly every minute
of every day. I wish this was your baby inside me - I want your baby so
badly, so many of your beautiful, perfect babies. My husband - my love
- my man."

I fucked Annie with slow, deep strokes and she begged again for my seed.
As Shayla dragged you out the door you heard me promise to give your
sweet Annie everything she asked for, and more.