DOCTOR DAN'S EROTIC STORIES

FAMILY BONDING

AUTHOR CDE
DATE ADDED 20th November 2002
AUTHOR EMAIL ccwriter@hotmail.com
STORY CODES M+/F, MF, MM, Incest, Impreg, FemDom, MDom

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ABSTRACT: James, na 9;ve and virginal, is engaged to
Judy, the daughter of the apparently loving, caring,
sharing, closely knit, Smith family. James begins
bonding with his new in-laws during their engagement.
He eventually discovers that outward appearances of
the Smith Family's wholesome image proves deceptive.


CAST:

Judy Smith-Fiancee/Wife
Judy's Mother - Mother Smith
James Jackson-Fiance/Husband
James's Mother -Mother Jackson
James's Aunt- Aunt Jasmine

CHAPTER 1: A PERFECT MARRIAGE?

"James Dear, I'm going over to Jeffrey's place.
I need to see him."
"Now? It-It's almost 8PM Judy." I responded to
my wife.
"I know darling, but I'd already promised to see
him tonight. He's counting on me coming over."
"Y-You did? B-But your father a-and your
brother a-and your uncle were over before dinner.
Aren't you too tired to go out?"
"It's been almost three hours since they left. I
feel fine. They didn't tire me out."
"I-I see." I meekly replied, knowing that it was
useless trying to change her mind, especially with
that perky tone in her voice.
"Anyway, they were more or less just quickies
dear. Are your tongue and jaw muscles tired?"
"Judy, it's a lot of work sucking and licking up
after each of them. They shoot so much cum, a-and
it's always so thick and gooey. And if they insist I
lick their dicks clean too, I can't help but get
tongue fatigue. Is it really necessary for me to..."
"Darling, before you even go there, yes it is.
We've been through this before. You know how much I
love you doing that for me after I get fucked. It
really does me good to feel your mouth on my wet,
oozing snatch, and your tongue wiggling in me, not to
mention looking down at your head between my legs.
It's so relaxing to rub the back of your head while
you're eating another man's fuck out of my cunt.
James honey, I know you love me when you do this
little thing for me. Please don't deprive me of your
love."
"Judy, you know I love you so very much, it-it's
just that I feel s-so humiliated having to..."
"Darling, I've told you time and time again, you
are not being humiliated because you do these little
things for me and my family and the fathers of our
kids. I value your sucking efforts greatly and know
this is one of the sweetest and warmest way for you to
show your affection for me. And as far as Daddy and
my brothers, and the other men in the family, they
rave about the way you lick and clean me and mama's
pussy juice and fuck scum from their cocks and balls.
They respect you for that. You don't want to lose
their respect do you?"
"Y-You're turning things around Judy. Y-You know
they've threaten me if I-I didn't do that for them.
A-And I don't know why you and your folks demand I do
the same for your old boyfriends, I don't care if they
fathered all our children."
"James darling, I've told you before you should
discuss that with Daddy if you think he's causing them
to take advantage of you." My beautiful wife replied
with an obvious mischievous smirk of a smile.
"Y-You know what your father would say to me." I
sighed, as I replied and hung my head. We both knew I
wasn't about to confront her strong will Dad.
My gorgeous wife walked over in front of me and
lifted my chin looking straight in my eyes with her
enticing ones.
"Honey, we love each other. We both know that.
It's a deep true love. You understand that my heart
is all yours, even if I give my pussy to many other
men and have their babies to make up our family. You
must not see any of this as anything to be
disheartened about. We just had our seventh
anniversary. Our marriage is one of openness, love,
deep trust and understanding, not to mention great
support from my family. And as far as my old senior
high fuck buddies, they know you're the better man to
raise their kids."
"I-I know you're trying to l-lift my spirits
dear, b-but I just wish it-it didn't have to be this
way." I said with a sigh.
"James darling, this is the way it is. This is
reality, you know that better than anyone. My pussy
needs and adores big dicks, lots of them. C'mon, tell
me you love me honey."
"I love you Judy." I repeated after her, looking
straight in her charming hazel eyes.
"I love you too darling, deeply. You are the
husband of my dream. I don't know what I'd do without
you." She followed up with a very passionate French
kiss. The intensity of it almost took my breath away.
We both knew that when she kissed me that way,
she could do no wrong, and that I was putty in her
hands.
"Feel better sweetie."
"Oh Judy, I wish I didn't love you so. I-I can't
believe the things I've let happen to me because of
you and your family."
"You aren't speaking ill of my family are you
honey?" Judy replied with a bit of an edge in her
voice.
"N-No, of course not. I-I just mean, I-I
should've walked away when I found out what was in
store for me after we got engaged."
"Darling, just think, you'd owed me and my family
over $50,000 and you wouldn't have me, who you claim
you love so much."
"I-I know, but, I-I wouldn't feel so tormented a-
and feel so out classed. All the men that sex you
have it over me in every way."
"None can match your tongue sweetie. You're a
super sucker. Mom says the same thing too. I don't
know why you feel so down, after all, you couldn't
wait to suck my cunt before you found out it was other
men's jism you were sucking up and swallowing. You
know you like my cunt after other dicks have creamed
in me. You've simply got to accept that you're a
natural pussy eater. Don't be sad because nature gave
you a taste for such a lusty delicacy, and in the
process of discovering that, you won me over more than
any macho man could."
I remained silent at her bittersweet, but true
statement. There was nothing I could say. I'd long
ago concluded that my non-macho, easily intimidated,
meek, and unassuming personality, as well as a taste
for her dick cream filled, but luscious gash, endeared
me to her. To add to that, it seemed that
intimidation of me by her father, other male
relatives, and her three former boyfriends, all of
whom were fucking her routinely, and who coerced me
into being their dick licker, lapper and cocksucker,
usually in her presence, made her love me even deeper.
The price I paid for her love was significant in
terms of my self-esteem, but yet it seemed each time
she took me in her arms or kissed me, all seemed right
with the world. Her beauty and my love for her were
obviously devastating to my dignity and pride.
"James darling, we have a good marriage, great
kids and you know it. Sure, I know you eat a lot of
the guys' jism from my muff, and they may make you
lick their dicks sometimes, or push one down your
throat occasionally, but overall, you know, we all
think the world of you, especially our kids. Don't be
hard on yourself. Your personal pride is not as
important as you think. What's important is how happy
you make those you love you. Especially me - your
wife - our kids, your family, and my family and
friends. You know my family praise you as an ideal
son-in-law. You know they think the world of you."
My beautiful wife kissed me again and embraced me
warmly. "There, your face looks brighter already.
Feel better?"
"Y-Yes, I-I guess so." I slowly replied.
"All you needed were a few good hugs and kisses."
She left me standing there as she picked up her
coat and purse. As she turned toward the door, she
looked at me as I stood there in the pinafore style
yellow and pink apron her mom bought for my birthday.
"Anyway, James darling, I won't be gone all
night. I'll wake you, as usual, when I come home.
You know I always share the experience of such visits
with you. In the mean time, be a dear and put the
kids to bed, and oh, please finish tidying up the
kitchen for me." My wife said as she stepped back to
me and pecked me on the forehead. She walked toward
the family room where the kids were.
The provocative swing of her shapely, floating
ass in the tight and revealing mini dress, made me
feel weak and aroused as usual.
I said nothing further as I saw her tell our four
little ones goodnight. She then marched out the door.
After getting the kids bathed and off to bed, I
started on my kitchen duty. I mentally sigh as I do
my chores and find it hard to believe Judy and I have
been married going on eight years. As I work, I think
back to the time we first met and how we arrived at
the situation I'm in today.

CHAPTER 2: THE BEGINNING

I'd just moved to Kaseyville for my first job,
after graduating from the state university.
Since my maternal aunt lived there, mother and
she agreed that I could live with her until I could
find a suitable place.
The job I had was okay, but I thought I would
like to do something else in a few years, so I decided
to attend graduate school, with the idea that I may
want to become a college professor at some later date.
After deciding to attend graduate school, I
didn't rush to find my own place. I continued to stay
with Aunt Jasmine. She and my mom were rather
pleased, since they were both the motherly type and
over protective of me, even though I was 23.
I met Judy at the college library. She was a
library assistant. As I spent many hours there, we
would encounter each other rather frequently.
I couldn't help but notice the stunning brunette
with the pleasant smile and vivacious figure. On a
scale of 1 to 10, she was a solid 12.
Over a period of 3 months, it became commonplace
for us to exchange small talk about various books that
she and I'd read. It was apparent she was well read
and had an excellent memory.
"James, may I ask you something personal?" She
said one Thursday evening as we sat in the sparsely
populated library.
"Sure." I replied.
"I'm surprised you haven't hit on me or asked me
for a date yet. Most guys would've done that 5
minutes after they said hi. You aren't gay are you?"
"No! ... Oh no!" I replied, slightly surprised
at the question. "T-The reason I, er, well I-I never
mentioned anything a-about a date or anything is that
I, well, I just assumed you were spoken for, you know
going with someone. You being s-so attractive."
"Spoken for, that's quaint. No I'm not as you
say, "Spoken For". I do date occasionally, but no
serious commitment, except to my family."
It was that conversation which led to our first
date that following Saturday night. We seemed to hit
it off rather well after that first date and we ended
up going on several others. Judy let me know that it
was refreshing that a man was more concerned about
what was on her mind than what was in her dress.
Over the span of a few months we had several
dates. She was fun to talk to, not to mention
pleasing to look at. She had a quizzical manner that
seemed to draw things out of me. I admitted to her
that I was not well versed in wooing girls or had that
much luck with them in the past.
To my embarrassment and to Judy's amusement, she
determined, rightfully that I was a virgin. I lied of
course, but I'm certain she looked through my white
lie.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of James, you
should be proud to be a 23 old virgin. Judy told me
seriously as she tenderly held my hand. I still
didn't admit I was, even if my body language indicated
otherwise.
I was technically a virgin. I'd tried to have
sex with two girls previously. One in senior high,
the other in college. In junior high, I was so
nervous I came in the rubber before I could get it out
of my pants. Even at 15, I was not a rapid recharger,
so I was still no good to my date for the rest of the
night.
In college, the girl began laughing at how small
my prick was, that I couldn't keep it up because of
her ridicule of me.

CHAPTER 3: WE DATE SOMEMORE


When Judy first introduced me to her family, I
viewed them as the perfect family. There was her
father and mother and her two brothers. One was 19
and the other 21. Judy was the oldest.
They seemed to be a close knit and caring family,
one for the other. Her parents, while plain blue-
collar type folks, appeared to be doing well for
themselves. Her father had a local business and
seemed to be well respected and somewhat politically
connected within the town.
Judy was 22 when we first started dating. We
dated for 6 months before the question of marriage
came up. I'm not sure if it was I who brought it up
first or not, but it was out in the open and I worked
up enough nerve to pop the question. She accepted my
proposal of marriage and I put a very nice ring on her
finger.
I say nice, because her father gave me the money
for the ring.
I was in graduate school at the time and working
a day job as well, so his offer was easily accepted,
since, the ring he wanted for her was easily ten times
more expensive than what I had in mind or could
afford.
"I know you two love each other and I want my
daughter to have a stone on her finger she can see."
Her father told me as I sat speechless and astonished
in response to his offer.
Actually, her father bought the 3 carats of rings
for her. The engagement ring and the accompanying
diamond studded wedding band was an exquisite set. He
also purchased my matching wedding band, but indicated
he'd hold onto it for me.
His actions were indeed generous.
However, there was a catch to his generosity.
He insisted I sign a pre-nuptial wedding
contract. The terms of the pre-nuptial contract were
(1) Prior to the wedding, I couldn't have intercourse
with her - the exact words were I was not to "put my
penis in her vagina and I was to keep her vagina free
of semen at all times whenever she was in my
presence"; (2) A commitment to marry Judy on the
assigned wedding date; and (3) Accept all children
born to Judy in the marriage, and be a loving husband
and legal loving caring father, without question.
The terms of the contract, while worded a bit
strange, otherwise seemed reasonable. I didn't
understand the sperm clause at all, but after all,
Judy was the best thing that ever happened to me, or
was to happen to me. I often had to pinch myself to
realize that such a dark hair bombshell beauty would
fall in love with me. I also was suspicious that this
whole contract thing was just her family's way of
testing me. I was determined not to fail, no matter
the conditions they imposed.
The fact that her family took to me like a fish
to water just added to my ego. It was indeed a dream
come true to have her family go out of their way to
help out and ensure we got married.
The pre-nuptial contract had a penalty for
violating any of the conditions. They included
reimbursement of the total wedding costs, engagement
and wedding rings, and an additional $50,000 for
breaking Judy's heart.
I beamed a broad smile upon reading the penalty
clause and assumed this all might be a trick by the
family to see if I was truly committed to becoming
their daughter's husband. I eagerly signed the
document of commitment as Judy's father and mother and
their lawyer witnessed it. Judy was not there, as her
mom said she had to be home since some relatives were
stopping by.
"Welcome to the family son." Her father said as
he shook and squeezed my hand tightly.
"James, you can call me mother Smith now." Her
mom said as she embraced me and welcomed me as her
future son-in-law.
The attention they gave me was overwhelming. My
self-esteem was in the clouds.

CHAPTER 4: ABOUT HER PARENTS AND I MEET HER OLD
BOYFRIENDS

Prior to us becoming engaged, we probably went
over to Judy's house maybe 8 to 10 times. It was
always for well-planned visits. I believe we had
dinner there each time.
To my shock and amazement, Judy eagerly and
boastfully announced to her family I was a virgin.
However, her parents seemed exceedingly pleased. In
fact they praised her for finding me. This shocked me
even more.
I was truly embarrassed. I tried to admonish
Judy for doing that, but became speechless at her
action.
To make matters worse, her parents stressed I
should remain a virgin until marriage and frequently
reminded me of that, one way or another, each time I
visited them. They thought I was a nice boy for being
so. Even though I knew they meant well, I hated they
made a big issue about the virgin thing.
After we became engaged, my hopes of all
forgetting about my virginity were completely dashed
by the pre-nuptial contract. In fact, her parents and
even Judy became even more remindful and stressing of
that matter.
"James, we know that Judy is not a virgin, but we
expect their to be one virgin standing at the altar -
You. Therefore we must insist upon your sworn promise
that you will not violate our daughter with your penis
or your semen, and to not have intercourse until after
you two are married. Is that clear?"
I was extremely nervous when her mother made the
aforementioned statement as Judy and I sat across from
Judy's mom and dad. I knew then for sure, they didn't
take this matter lightly
I was speechless. They said if I truly loved Judy
and wanted to be bonded to her for life, I wouldn't
hesitate to swear to such a commitment.
I answered them affirmatively, even though I
originally thought the engagement would get me in my
fiancee's panties sooner than later. I never thought
I'd have to wait until the wedding night to enjoy
Judy's overwhelmingly beautiful charms.
But since that were such a nice family, I
accepted their position. I was also keen to make the
commitment too for another reason. I knew that three
of Judy's old flames from high school were still
occasionally dating and pursuing her prior to me
giving her an engagement ring.
As I mentioned earlier, I work during the day,
and attend graduate school at night and always have a
boatload of homework. As a result, I would not get
home until well after 10 PM on Monday, Wednesday, and
Friday nights. The rest of my free time was devoted
to homework and writing papers.
Well, it was against this backdrop, that Judy was
dating her old flames. She made it explicitly clear
to me and them, in their presence, and her family,
that she wouldn't permit them to have the same type of
intimate and emotional type relationship she and I
had.
"Judd. Jeffrey. Joe. Our dates will be a friendly
type relationship, and remember, I love James. I'm
emotionally committed to him. My heart is his. You
three are just friends, buddies, chums, okay?
Remember, we are just friends and I will still do what
friends do for each other. Through me, James is your
friend too and I expect you to treat him as such."
Her speech in front of her three old boyfriends
and her mother and father was quite unusual to say the
least. I appeared to be the only nervous one in the
room.
There was a strangeness in the air that I
couldn't put my hand on, but all three of her former
steady boyfriends promised that they would only have a
friendly non-emotional relationship when they took out
on dates while I was busy with my school studies.
They all shook my hand and congratulated me on
being the lucky guy that caught Judy's attention and
heart.
My hand hurt from their strong grips, including
the handshake from Judy's father also.
Her former flames were well built and muscular,
more like her father was. I on the other hand was of
small stature and not muscular in any way.
Judy called the meeting between me and them and
her family. It was because Judy indicated she still
had to have a social life in spite of my graduate
school studies. Her idea was to have this gathering
of everyone and "lay the cards on the table" - her
words.
I found it difficult to counter her logic and it
was difficult not to agree, especially to such a
beautiful woman who was interested in lowly me.
I ended up agreeing to her desire to occasionally
date her old boyfriends, but yet not get emotionally
serious with them.
It really made me feel better when she made it
clear to her former flames that she would not be
intimate with them like she was with me.
Even though we didn't go all the way, we had a
rather satisfying way of ridding ourselves of the
natural lust that is bound to develop between two
healthy person aroused by each other closeness,
especially me for Judy's vivacious begging-to-be-sexed
body.
When we both got steamed up from a petting
session, she'd let me have some liberties with her
mammary endowments, which would lead to, if she were
in the mood to letting me mouth her very luscious
cunt.
Her muff bush was very appealing and mouth
watering. I had no problem doing this for her, which
she insisted was the only way she would let me have
her pussy, and it met her parent's stipulations.
Her cunt was always juicy when she let me have
some. The taste was always full bodied and had an
exotic feminine musk type fragrance. It wasn't
unpleasant and her juices were syrupy and even a bit
creamy. I delighted in her taste, especially since
she let me know she was so juicy as a result of me
getting her aroused.
I was also pleased at how well I could please her
with my oral actions. I always sucked all the juices
from her magnificent muff.
For my relief, Judy would jerk me off while I
wore a condom. She had me wear one when she does that
for me.
Even though I saw her as a warm sensitive person
and was appreciative of her keen mind and knowledge of
many literary things, her physical charms, especially
her 38 C tits and shapely 36 quivering floating ass
cheeks, made my blood heat up and my pecker stand at
attention.
The first time, I'd finally got bold enough to
insinuate that Judy and I should have sex, which was
after about three months of occasionally dating, she
let me know that while she wasn't a virgin, she
thought my virginity was special. I didn't know what
to say when she told me "I don't want to burden our
relationship with the emotional baggage of sexual
intercourse, just yet anyway".
I didn't know what to say in response to her
comment.
"Yes James, as I've told you, I've had sex with
every boyfriend I was serious about and dated,
starting in high school. That's why I'm not a virgin.
However, it might've been better had I not done so,
that way, I could more easily tell if a man truly
loved me for me or just for my body. I believe you
love me for me. By you remaining the way you until we
are married, I can be certain of your true love for
me. That really means more than anything else to a
girl."
I never did see what Judy saw in me, even though
she said I satisfied her thirst for a man that looked
beyond her physical beauty and measurement numbers of
her body.
"James, I adore talking to you and your
personality is so compatible with what I've been
seeking in a man, especially the one I want to marry.
I want you because I believe you can fulfill the kind
of commitment I need from a husband that I want to be
bonded to physically, emotionally, and legally."
Her strong words also caused my self-esteem to
rise because she stressed that my penis size was not
as important as my love for her.


CHAPTER 5: EVENTS FROM OUR ENGAGEMENT: I Learn A
Family Secret

I was constantly concerned about Judy while she
was out dating her old senior high flames.
Judd, Jeffrey, and Joe were all much more
handsome, well built, had good incomes and were the
playboy types.
I on the other hand was definitely on the nerdy
side.
I also knew that Judy's mother was rather fond of
all three of them too when they were steadies with
Judy. She'd mentioned that to me several times, but
she always added that she didn't think they were the
marrying family man type either.
"A mother thinks about certain features she'd
like for her grandkids to have, when she meets her
daughter's possible mates. However, a daughter's
happiness is the most important thing. James I
believe you are the right person for our daughter.
You're mild mannered and respectful, not macho and a
roamer. I can appreciate that in a person. I believe
when you give your word you'll keep it. You know,
like in wedding vows. I can't say that I believe her
old boyfriends are that trusting to be faithful." She
said to me one time.
"Yes ma'am, I-I do keep my word." I stammered
around Judy's gorgeous mom, even though 16 years older
than her daughter. I also wondered was she testing me.
After our engagement was official, I was
treated almost as one of the family in regard to house
accessibility.
Her family became quite liberal, that is in
letting me not only visit Judy in her bedroom, but
actually encourage it, that is soon after it was
pretty sure I'd be joining the family as her husband.
Judy and her mom were stunning beauties. Judy and
her mother both walked around the house somewhat
loosely dressed. Their revealing clothing often were
sheer opaque robes, which made it rather clear they
didn't have a thing on under them.
For a long time, I didn't know how her father and
two brothers endured such a situation. Judy and her
mom are both Venus beautiful. Her mom was just older
than Judy.
But to my total surprise, that is after becoming
officially engaged to her, I was let in on the family
secret and discovered the answer as to how her
brothers handle being around so much arousing beauty.
The truth of the matter was that she was fucking
her brothers when they needed some, as well as other
male family members, including her Dad, grandfather,
uncles and other male relatives that might be passing
through town and needed a piece of ass. Her mother
serviced family members also.
Several times when I'd gone over to their house,
and before discovering what was really going on, I
often had to wait until Judy was through talking with
her brothers or her father or one of several uncles,
both paternal and maternal, who seemed to drop in all
the time and anytime of day or night.
They would always be talking with her in her
bedroom.
The first time it was revealed to me that incest
was occurring with Judy's immediate family was on a
Saturday afternoon. I went by to pick up Judy for
dinner at my Aunt's place. She and I had plans for a
movie afterwards.
I rang the doorbell. Judy's mother answered the
door in her most revealing outfit to date. It was
simply a sky blue baby doll lingerie set. The outfit
was sheer and skimpy, nothing more. It might as well
have been transparent. The shape of her neatly
trimmed muff was very apparent. I had to work on
hiding the rising, but slight bulge my prick made
after seeing her that way.
"Afternoon, Mrs. Smith."
"Please, Mother Smith to you James. After all,
you're practically in the family."
"Thank you Misses, er, Mother Smith. I just came
by to see Judy. She asked me to drop by a little
early before our date today. She wanted to talk about
something."
"Oh yes, I think she did. Well she's back in her
room and her Dad is in there talking with her. Go
right on back, I believe they're expecting you, Just
walk on in. Don't bother to knock."
'Is everything okay?" I inquired, sensing that
there must be something important if they wanted to
talk with me.
"They just wanted to discuss some family issue
with you that you may need to know about. It's to
help you feel more a part of the family." Her mom said
with an odd, but pleasant expression on her face.
I slowly walked back to Judy's bedroom. Mother
Smith stayed out front and continued watching a TV
program. As I approached Judy's bedroom door, I could
tell she and someone were in there. There were
voices. Instead of walking in, I knocked, contrary to
Mother Smith's directions.
Her father opens the door and is holding his
shorts in his other hand.
"Uh, Mr. Smith?" I said in a surprised tone of
voice, equally surprised at the sight before me. He
was only wearing a tee shirt and socks. His rather
large penis was very visible. The muggy frumpy odor
that permeated the air apparently was the unmistakable
indication of sexual activity having had been
performed recently.
"C'mon in Jamie. Judy and I were doing a little
family bonding.
"Hi darling." Judy spoke out cheerfully in her
perky voice. "You missed all the fun me and Daddy had
bonding."
Judy was lying back in her bed with a sheet
covering her from waist down, but was totally exposed
the other way up. Her 38 breasts were magnificent and
firmly shaped in their uncovered and unconstrained
state. But as the situation dawned on me, I quickly
assessed what was going on, or I should say, had gone
on.
"F-Fun! W-Why Mr. Smith, y-you a-and Judy w-w-
were..."
"Bonding, son, just plain old bonding. A father
and daughter just spending some quality time together.
Sure some folks might call it fucking or something
else, but we Smiths see it as a way of keeping our
family close together."

CHAPTER 6: EVENTS FROM OUR ENGAGEMENT: I Learn More
About A Smith Family Secret

Her father went on explaining the benefits of
bonding. However, my mind seemed to shut down as I
stood there trying to assess what had apparently
happened before I'd arrived.
Out of the fog of confusion in my mind, I heard
Judy's voice coming through to me.
"James, I know this may not be the best way to
show you one of our most guarded family secrets, but
since you're committed to become a part of the family,
you had to be told." She said with a relatively
bright smile.
"That's right Jamie, the direct way is the best
way sometimes. Anyway, my little girl here is quite a
good piece of ass. I may be a bit biased, but the
proof is in her pussy. Her brothers, her uncles, and
both her granddaddies say she's an excellent fuck too.
She's got a milking cunt that really knows how to draw
all the cream out of a stiff dick."
Upon hearing her father's crude, but
complimentary, remarks, I felt weak in the knees and
had to sit. I flopped down in a nearby chair. I
could feel my face becoming flushed.
"Daddy you're so sweet to praise my pussy the way
you do."
"I'm just telling the truth, baby doll." He
replied as he leaned over toward her face and they
both gave each other a deep juicy French kiss. I
hoped this was all a bad dream, from which I hoped I
soon would awake. That was not to be.
"James, I guess there is something else I have to
tell you... well, actually, I want to show you."
"W-What?" I said slowly.
"Come over here." She spoke. I slowly got to my
feet as I move the short distance to the bed where she
lay.
"This is what I want to show you. Remember all
the good eating you've had from here? Daddy and the
guys made it all possible." As she spoke she whipped
the sheet away covering her lower body. Her legs were
spread wide and my eyes instantly focused on her wet
messy and obviously jism-smeared snatch.
It took a moment to for me to realize what she
meant. It then dawned on me that the love juices that
I thought were naturally hers, were the result of her
coital sessions with other men.
"J-Judy, h-how could y-you do this to me." I
stammered, as I had to sit again. This time, it was
on the bed besides her.
"I just wanted to test to see if you were indeed
a virgin, if you weren't you would've know what a
fucked cunt looked like. You didn't, and after you
willing placed your mouth on my oozing muff and ate my
cream pie so good, I knew I wanted you James."
"Go on son, you can go ahead and root around in
her bush and slurp up all that fresh dick cream.
Don't mind me. Besides, didn't you agree in the pre-
nuptial contract to make sure that whenever you were
with my daughter, before the wedding, you would make
sure there was no jism in her snatch? Well, it's
before the wedding, and you're with her now and I'd
say it's time you do what needs to be done, namely
getting all that dick juice out of her muff." Her
father snidely injected as he pulled his underwear up.
The impact of that statement in the pre-nuptial
agreement came crashing down on me mentally as I
absorbed his words.
"Would you James darling? Show Daddy how much
you like eating my creamy choohie."
"J-Judy! A-Are you crazy?"
"Now son, don't speak to my daughter in that
tone!"
The boom of her father's voice made me refocus my
attention away from Judy over to her father, who'd
quickly moved right beside me, where I was sitting on
the bed.
"Didn't you say he liked the taste of your gash
before baby?"
"He sure did Daddy, every time I gave him a
chance to eat me. He's eaten your cream out of me
several times." Judy replied with a slight pout on
her face. She also added that over the months we were
dating, I'd also tasted the jism of both her brothers,
all male relatives who'd fucked her during that time,
as well as the cum of Judd, Jeffery and Joe.
I couldn't believe her revelation. Me a sperm
eater? I thought to myself.
"What's the matter Jamie, you think your mouth is
too good to put on my baby's cunt after she showed you
how your pussy cream pies were made? Are you trying
to say Smith jism in Smith pussy ain't good enough for
you to eat any more?"
He grabbed me by the collar and lifted me off the
bed with one hand and raised his other hand, which was
now a giant fist. The biggest I'd ever seen.
Judy's father was a big man. Six foot three and
rippling with muscles.
"Maybe I ought to rearrange your teeth and see
if..." He snarled looking me in my scared horrified
eyes. Luckily Judy interceded on my behalf.
"Daddy! Please don't hurt him! He's just over
loaded from us revealing so much to him at once.
Aren't you James sweetheart?"
I nodded yes quickly, still watching to see if
Mr. Smith's big knuckles were going to come crashing
into my face.
"You still like my pussy don't you dear, very
well in fact?"
Again, I nodded affirmatively. I was just too
nervous to speak. I was still watching her father's
fist.
"I can't hear you James darling." Judy spoke
louder than the first time. I knew what she wanted of
me.
"Y-Y-Yes! I do." I said in a distress tone of
voice.
"Then apologize to Daddy. Tell him you're
sorry."
"I-I'm sorry Mr. Smith."
"You sure are. And I thought you were going to
make a good son-in-law. I've still got a good mind to
whip your ass and sue you too. Remember that
agreement you signed." He bellowed back at me.
"No! Daddy don't! I still love James. I want to
marry him. You do love me James, don't you, or does
Daddy have his way?" Judy asked in a sensuous cooing
voice. I looked over at her. She had this strange
half smile, half smirk on her face.
"Y-Y-Yes I-I do love you Judy." I quickly
replied, hoping this was good enough to get her father
to back off with his threatening fist.
"Then you don't mind showing Daddy that you do
love me, do you?" Judy said.
"B-B-But Judy, c-can't we t-talk first..." I
stumbled and stammered trying to negotiate with Judy,
since I feared where she was going with her
statements. It was then that I saw her father begin
to raise his fist again. I paused, then capitulated
and said what I knew what she wanted to hear. "I-I
don't m-mind." I said meekly, knowing I didn't have
much choice.
"That's better. That's the kind of attitude I
like to see in a future son-in-law that wants to marry
my little girl." Her father said. I was amazed at
how easily his mood changed when I became agreeable to
doing what Judy wanted.
He moved back over and pulled up the same chair
I'd been sitting in earlier.
"Okay honey, scoot that cute butt of yours to the
edge of the bed and let your future hubby prove his
love to you and that he's worthy of becoming a Smith
son-in-law."
Judy did as her dad ordered. Nothing had to be
said, I knew what was expected of me. Judy spread her
legs wide. The white expanse of her inner thighs did
look so inviting, even if her upper inner thighs were
wet with trails of leaking fuck slime.
"C'mon James darling, do me like you've done me
so many times before. Nothing has changed, it's just
as good as before." She crooked her finger beckoning
me to kneel and then moved her hand right to her jism-
smeared pussy. It was obvious what she wanted and
what I had to do.
The funny thing was that I knew I had to lick and
suck her cunt because her dad wanted to see me eat his
cum out of his daughter, but the other thing was that
I had indeed become hooked on her slick, juicy, tangy
muff, even though I was not aware of it's true
ingredients.
Doing what had to be done, I guided my head to
her well-fucked crotch and began my tongue work to
affirm my love. Judy soon held my head as she ground
her juicy snatch in my face. There was a lot of gunk
in her cunt, more than I ever remembered. I had to
assume that all the other times, I didn't get the full
treatment as I was here.
After a lot of tongue work, I soon had her
moaning in her customary manner and finally she
achieved a loud rousing orgasm.
After letting go of my head, she leaned back with
the dreamiest smile I'd ever seen on her face.
"Clap! Clap! Clap! You can sure handle her hot
twat. I didn't think you had it in you. Welcome to
the family." Her father said as he further applauded
me for my "tongue and suckmanship" - his words.
He left Judy and I alone, but before he did, he
warned me against "breaking his little girl's heart"
and made me promise that I would prove my love, as I
had before him, anytime she desired of me.

CHAPTER 7: EVENTS FROM OUR ENGAGEMENT: Judy And I Talk

"Judy, this is so overwhelming. T-To find
out you've been having intercourse is bad enough a-
and t-that y-you've had me licking you afterwards is
devastating, b-but to find out that one of your
regular lovers is y-your dad... w-well it's so much to
have to handle." I told my obviously promiscuous
fiancee.
"I know it is James sweetheart, but Daddy and
Mama and I came to the conclusion, the direct way is
the best. You see us doing it, and bingo, it's out in
the open. No long explanations." Judy replied in a
rather cavalier fashion.
"But Judy, w-why, after all this time, didn't you
let me make love to you."
"James, we've gone over all this before. You're
a virgin and that's the way I want to marry you. It's
a quality for which I'm proud of for you. By the way,
so are your aunt and your mother too.
"Y-You've talked to my aunt a-about that?" I
replied nervously.
"Sure. She knows you've never had none - maybe
except your fist." She giggled a bit.
"That's not funny Judy. I-I don't know why you
went behind my back and talked to Aunt Jasmine without
telling me." I said with an edgy tone.
"Well James, maybe you should talk to her about
talking to me about your sex life and use that same
tone with her. Do you think she'd take you to the
basement and teach you some manners?"
"B-Basement, s-she told..."
"Lets just say that she let me know that your
attitude seem to change quite a bit after she takes
you down there and have a talk with you. She said
after we were married, she'd tell me more about how to
keep little mannish boys from forgetting their place.
Would you like to tell me what goes on in the basement
or should I guess about what your strong willed Aunt
Jasmine meant?"
On my first attempt to speak I got choked. I
couldn't believe my Aunt had revealed our family
secret, so to speak. I would be devastated if Judy
knew Aunt Jasmine had taken an extension cord to my
backside not less than three weeks ago for breaking a
plate, while I was doing the dishes.
"Uh... A-Aunt Jasmine just l-likes to stretch
things a bit. T-That's all."
"Maybe I'll ask her about it later this evening
when we have dinner over there." Judy replied.
"I was thinking about that, a-and m-maybe that's
not a g-good idea after all that's happen Judy. I-I
just know that I wouldn't be in the mood and..."
"We're going James darling and that's that. You
know how much effort she's put into this dinner.
It'll be all right honey. Speaking of food, would you
like another little low calorie appetizer? I feel
some more of Daddy's jism running way down from the
back of my pussy. C'mon, lay back so I can sit on
your face."
"What! J-Judy, you can't be serious."
"Yes I am darling. Or do you want me to call
Daddy and tell him you're not keeping your promise."
I know I must've turned pale, because the mention
of his name sent a mild shiver through me as my mind
conjured up an image of his giant fist.
"C'mon, layback right here." Judy said patting
the bed. She went on to tell me how to position my
upward facing head. I could tell she knew I didn't
want any part of confronting her father. I meekly
followed her instructions. I truly felt browbeat.
"Perfect! She said as she swung her shapely
gorgeous torso over my skyward facing face. She
positioned her curvaceous bottom and delectable cunt
over my head. A cunt that it seems was only available
to my tongue, but open to many other's hard cocks.
"Oh yeeees!" Judy shrieked in a slightly loud
voice. As she made contact with my face and began to
scrub my face and seek out my open mouth and flitting
tongue.
After about fifthteen minutes, she dismounted my
face which she'd used like a saddle. My face was a
sloppy mess, as she was right, there was quite a bit
of her father's jism still hiding in the farthest
recesses of her apparently deep and stretchable gash.
Even though I hated being treated as a clean up
man for her semen soggy pussy, I couldn't deny that it
wasn't un-pleasurable eating her out. It was the
principle of the matter that bothered me.
I hadn't really noticed it before, since so much
had been dumped on me in such a short period of time,
but I had a throbbing hard on. I needed relief, even
though I was depressed and very upset about finding
out the real story about my lovely fiancee.
As I said, my face was a slimy mess, so the first
thing I thought I should do was wash up. I did so in
a nearby bathroom around the corner from Judy's
bedroom. Upon leaving the bathroom, I heard noises
from a nearby bedroom in the other direction down the
short hallway. The door was slightly ajar.
From where I was standing it was easy to see
Judy's mom sexually couple with Judy's two younger
brothers. One had his sizeable prick in her eagerly
sucking mouth, and the other, also exhibiting a large
cock, had it buried deep in his mom's cunt as she
kneeled on all fours.
I was again shocked beyond belief at what I was
seeing. I briefly stood there in a dumfounded state
before returning to Judy's room.
I sat down in a daze as I discussed what I'd seen
with Judy.
"Oh Mom is just bonding with them too." Speaking
of her brothers in regard to the scene I'd just seen
and was asking her about.
"I-I see. Judy forgive me, b-but this all so
much of a surprise for me. Y-You know the incest
thing..."
Judy gave me some background on when the incest
started. She told me that she and her father didn't
really get it on until he discovered here doing her
brothers. She was 19 at the time. She'd been sexing
both her brothers for a while before that.
"Daddy called it bonding when he and I started
fucking. Simple bonding, he would say. And you know
what darling? He was right, the whole family came
closer together. Mom joined in also and that really
bonded us all together. Later other relatives joined
in. I've always use the pill so there won't be any
unwanted pregnancies."
"I-I see." I s all I said in reply. "This is all
so new to me Judy. But Judy, where do we go from
here, especially now that I know you're also having
sex with your old boyfriends. Surely, you don't
expect us to still consider ourselves engaged."
"Why not James sweetheart? I still need them to
give me what you can't, especially since you're going
to have to remain a virgin until we're married."
"Married! Judy, you can't be serious about
that... after all this... and me finding out what you
and Judd, Jeffrey, and Joe have been up to behind my
back, not to mention the men in your family."
"James, you must realize I love you, no matter
everything you've mentioned is true. I want to make
you my husband. The guys are still just friends, just
like I said when I first introduced them to you. As
friends, we just fucked on a friendly basis. Friends
helping friends out. Their dicks get hard and my
pussy gets hot. We come together and satisfy each
other's need. Hardly no emotions, just lust. You and
I on the other hand, have a true emotional love. You
and I are connected beyond our physical beings. Of
course, what you do to my pussy is sensational. Also,
you and I can talk about anything and have touched
each other's innermost intellectual souls. That has
never happened with any other men I've dated. You're
the one for me James. I truly love you, no matter
that you're not physically matched to my sexual needs.
I need your emotional and intellectual connectivity.
I believe you need and love me the same way."
I just marveled as Judy talked. I did appreciate
much of what she said, but I also had my pride.
"Uh, Judy, I-I understand, b-but what happens
after we get married? I-I know and I-I suspect you do
too, t-that, well I-I'm not as, well, as well as
endowed as your dad or your brothers, or your old
boyfriends either."
"You're not. I'm sure I'll hardly feel your
prick in me. But what is your point?" She said with
a puzzling tone of voice.
"Well, uh, if you know that I-I won't be able to
fulfill your needs then there is no need for us..."
"When people love each other they find a way
darling."
"But if I can't do what you need, then who ..."
"Who will do it for me? The same men who've done
it for me before sweetheart. Daddy and my brothers,
and my other male relatives, and of course Judd,
Jeffrey and Joe too."
"Y-You mean t-that e-even if w-we get married y-
you'd still..."
"Of course darling, why not. I'll have more than
enough pussy for you and them too. Nothing will
change much except I'll be wearing your name and of
course you'll finally get to put it in. You'll lose
your virginity to me, all proper of course, under the
auspices of marriage that is."
I-I, Judy I'm having a hard time b-believing I'm
hearing you say this. I-I..."
For the umpteenth time, I was cut off one more
time as her mom walked into Judy's bedroom.
"Hi James, I wondered if you and Judy were still
here."
"Yeah, we were just talking." Judy replied to
her mom, who walked into the room wearing only an
open, and very sheer robe. She was obviously nude
underneath, and to my utter amazement was holding her
pussy lips together.
"Now that you've been properly welcomed to the
family, I want to welcome you in my own way too. Judy
tells me you're a real good pussy eater. You mind if
I try him out dear?" Directing her question at her
daughter, with an air that she didn't have to ask me,
only her daughter.
"Sure mom, you don't mind sucking mom's pussy do
you James honey? She's wanted to have someone eat her
cream pie for so long. You're the first for me.
Please make her happy and be the first for her too."
"Yes James it would definitely make a good
impression on me. After all, I will be your mother-
in-law."
"Sure he's going to eat your creamy box lunch
honey, ain't you Jamie? Or do me and the boys have to
take you downstairs and have a talk about being
disrespectful to my wife?" Mr. Smith walked in the
door just as his wife finished her request
Cowed, and plain scared to death, for the second
time, I assumed the position of a cream pie eater and
buried my face again in a wet, hairy, slimy, gloppy,
and well fucked, Smith pussy.
This time Judy's dad and two brothers watched me
as I gave slurpy heavy suction to Mrs. Smith creamy
pussy pie. The men all cheered me on and their mom
was in seventh heaven as she gyrated and rotated her
shapely, but sloppy, bush against my tightly held
face. She was very vocal. After about 10 minutes or
so, she finally came with an obviously super orgasm as
a result of my continuous tongue action.
"Oh James, that was something. Judy you have
good taste in pussy eaters. He really knows how to
suck."
I could only blush and cringe at such a dubious
and unflattering remark, even though I seriously
believed Mrs. Smith thought she was praising me.
"Jamie, you did a right mighty fine job. I like
you son. From now on, you get the honor of being the
family pussy eater for both my wife as well as our
daughter, your bride to be."
"Oh thanks honey, I really like that. You always
do good things for me. Plus it'll give me and James
more time to know each other better." His wife added.
"That's right mom, you really get to know a lot
about a person when they suck your cum filled pussy
out." Judy added.
"Hey Mom, I think it's really cool to have my
scum sucked and eaten out of you and sis." Judy's
youngest brother injected his thoughts into the
conversation.
"Well I guess I better take a quick shower unless
somebody wants some more of me. James and I are
supposed to be at his Aunt's house in less than two
hours. I better hurry." Judy said, as she left to
shower after her father and brothers didn't
acknowledge that they wanted to sex her anymore.
Judy's action and the family's response to it, was
done so casually and so naturally, that I was in total
awe and amazement. This indeed was a different family
lifestyle than I'd ever imagined for the Smiths.
Her mom now wore the same dreamy expression I'd
seen earlier, as I glanced over at her lying back on
Judy's bed. Still not believing what had taken place,
I reached for the towel I'd had earlier to wipe her
mother and brothers' fuck juices from my face. Her
mother's cunt, had tasted as good as her daughter. Of
course, I could never admit to that.
As I was wiping my face, I heard Judy's youngest
brother asking his mom for some more pussy. She
rebuffed him.
"Aren't you satisfied dear?" His mother replied
to his request.
"Seeing him do you like that got my dick up
again." He commented.
"Well I'm tired and my pussy needs some rest."
His mother commented wearily. "Why didn't you ask
your sister for some?"
"She was in a rush."
"Then You'll have to wait for a while or go jerk
off. Now leave me alone so I can finish enjoying the
afterglow of having both of you boy's fuck slime
sucked out of me so wonderfully, thanks to my
delightful, soon to be new son-in-law." She commented
as she threw me a kiss. I blushed even a deeper red
than before. My face was hot.
"Hell! Jamie! Since you were partially
responsible, that is for eating his mother's creamy
box so good, I think you ought help out here. I think
it'd be a good idea to for you to take care of his
dick."
"W-W-What?" I stammered in complete confusion
and utter surprise as to what Judy's father said and
implied.
"You heard me! Suck his dick! You're
responsible he got hard and you're responsible his
mama's pussy is worn out! So it's only natural you
fill in for her. Now get on your knees and open you
mouth!"
I was stunned beyond belief once more. I
couldn't believe Judy's dad was going to make me a
cocksucker too, after all else had been done to me in
such a short period of time.
I eyed the door, but knew I couldn't make it. I
saw Judy's brother, the one with the hard dick, and a
sizeable one I might add, advancing toward me.
Mr. Smith seemed ready to pounce on me for the
slightest sign I wasn't going to submit to his son.
My heart was in my mouth as I concluded my only
chance to get out of this with teeth was to let
another Smith shoot cream on them.
The younger son's prick was at least 8 inches
long, thick in diameter and quite swollen,
irrespective of the fact he'd screwed his mother very
well not less than an hour ago.
"On your knees Jamie." Mr. Smith bellowed. Like
a robot, I knelt. Really my knees just seem to give
way at his command. Now I was right in front of his
son's jutting, blood gored dick head. The penis glans
were so shiny and distended. I'm not a penis lover,
but I couldn't help but thinking what a magnificent
tool the younger son had. There was pre-cum in the
eye of his ready prick.
I didn't know anything about sucking cock. It
dawned on me I should say so.
"M-Mr. Smith, I-I've never s-sucked a..." I
stammered, but was quickly cut off.
"No problem, just start licking his cockhead, let
him push it in your yap and keep your teeth out of the
way. Then you just suck and slurp like a baby. Don't
worry, my boy will tell you ain't sucking him right.
And Jamie, if you bite him, you gonna lose some teeth.
Got that!"
I was too scared to answer. I just nodded my
head I understood.
When I turned my head back to his son's looming
cock, he pushed it right to my lips. I licked my
first taste of hot pre-cum. It was slippery, and a
bit slimy, but not bad tasting. A few licks and I
could tell by his moans, and the pressure of his
dickhead against my lips, that he wanted to make my
mouth his pussy.
"Oooooh, that feels good and wet." I heard him
moan as I parted my lips and he easily slipped the
head in, as well as about three inches of his rigid
shaft too. I truly had a mouthful now. He pulled
back a bit and pushed even deeper now. My mouth was
truly stuffed.
"That's it Jamie, you got the hang of it. You're
a natural. Just slurp and suck, that's all you got to
do to get your reward." I still hated Judy's dad
calling me Jamie and even more for what he was doing
to me. The idea of a load of his son's cum a reward
was disgusting, but I knew I was helpless not to do
other than I was doing.
I was surprised at how quickly I got accustomed
to the feel of his big stiff member between my lips.
I also got my breathing technique under control. I
was really concerned about Judy's brother's
ejaculation catching me off guard and me choking on my
"reward", as his dad put it.
I didn't have long to wait for the cock in my
mouth to spurt and spewed its load of fresh hot semen.
To my surprise, I was able to swallow all of the hot
white slimy fuck fluids. The taste was similar to the
taste of when I first tried a glass of milk with a raw
egg blended in it. The biggest difference, his jism
was rather creamy and very warm as it gushed over my
tongue and gums. I knew he or his father wouldn't
tolerate me not swallowing it all, so I did.
Mr. Smith's son obviously enjoyed helping me do
my first blowjob, because he held my head to his cock
for at least 5 minutes after he came. His father
encouraged him to do so and for me to suckle and
"milk" his 19 year-old son. I had no choice but to do
as I was told.
"Plop!" His son pulled his dick from my mouth
and the sound emitted was like that of a popgun.
I was glad that scene of embarrassment was over.
I started to get off my knees as I wiped my mouth.
"Stay there Jamie, I think you got another
customer." In disbelief I looked to my left and now
the other son, the 21 year-old one, held his sizeable
fuck tool and it was jutting obscenely out just like
his younger brother had previously.
I was speechless and looked at Mr. Smith with
pleading eyes not to make me degrade myself again. He
seemed to read my mind as well as my eyes.
"You've done one, what's another one, especially
since you already on your knees and hot and ready to
lick and suck. He said.
I knew it was hopeless. Once again, I licked,
lapped and open up for another Smith prick. Besides
having to suck his son's well-proportioned cocks, the
sad thing was that each of them was at least three
times bigger than mine.
As I sucked and slurped on this next son's hard man
meat, I thought of the fact that Judy was accustomed
to such big meat. Yet if she loved me as she said she
did, it was obvious that wasn't a priority for the
type of husband she wanted. She knew I was
significantly less endowed.
It was slowly dawning on me that she needed or
wanted, a weaker man than the type she'd grown up
around. One that was more sensitive, but who she
could control and wouldn't interfere with her apparent
need for multiple big cocks.
Macho men such as her father or brothers or her
old boyfriends would be jealous and territorial.
However, a more modest, actually less endowed and
meeker personality like me, even though intelligent,
who she could control through her beauty and other
means might be more to her liking, since she's
somewhat strong willed too.
I wondered how I could be thinking of such a
thing as I was on my knees being subjugated and
disgraced in the worse manner as I was. It about this
time I sensed that the next Smith prick was about to
erupt and shower my gums with his hot thick cum.
"Ooooooh Yessss! Here it coooomes! Hold my
balls! Hold them Jamie!" I quickly did as he
directed me. As he yelled as he started spurting his
heavy semen in my sucking mouth, I could feel a slight
tremor in his rather large balls. Afraid of letting
them go to soon, I held them for the time I had to
milk the dregs of his jism as he soaked his softening
penis between my lips.
I was so glad when his completely soft dick
slipped from my lips, even though it left a long ropy
strand of goo between my lips and his dick that
stretched at least a foot until it broke as he walked
away.
I thought, finally this part of my nightmare was
over. Again I started to rise. I desperately wanted
to wash out my mouth, for my mouth was feeling gluey
and slimy from all I'd been forced to do.
"Don't move, just one more to go. I snapped my
head to see Mr. Smith coming from the other direction
with his much larger and more massive member. He had
it exposed and at the ready. It stood out like a
small club.
"P-Please Mr. Smith, I-I simply c-can't do
another one. P-Please let..."
"Dry up Jamie! You won't have to do hardly any
work this time at all. I'm gonna help you out." He
said loudly. "Here hold my balls."
I was still kneeling and mortified even more by
his much larger tool and bigger balls. He was before
me before me in an instant and had pushed his much
larger, but just as swollen penis head toward my slime
coated lips. He just pushed. My lips parted and my
mouth filled with his huge erection. I held his huge
balls. They were overflowing my smaller pale white
hands.
I managed to keep my wits about me, trying to
gather solace in the fact that at least he was the
last cock I had to worry about.
Just as he said he would, he did help me. He
started slowly fucking my face as he grasped the back
of my head. I literally was being faced fucked.
I worked hard to keep my teeth out of the way and
to accommodate his actions as he treated my head as a
fucking device.
"Oh Yeah! You got some good mouth pussy here
Jamie!" He shouted as he jacked off his big boner with
my head. This went on for somewhere between 5 and 10
minutes before he shot off what was surely the largest
load of the evening I had to eat from the smith men.
To make matters worse, unknown to me until it was
too late, Judy's Mom, who was lying back on the bed
watching the forced oralism of me, had pulled Judy's
handy cam video camera off a nearby shelf. She'd
recorded virtually every suck and swallow I was forced
to perform on her sons' and now her husband's stiff
erections as they made my pursed lips and mouth their
private fuck receptacle.
I had been thoroughly used and vanquished, I was
beyond resisting them, it was a simple matter of
trying not getting beat up and surviving the ordeal.
By the time I realized I was being videotaped,
Judy's dad had just begun his ejaculatory spurting.
As usual, it was to be a sizeable load of semen from
his large dick.
Shocked at what Judy's Mom was doing I pulled my
mouth free of her Dad's spurting dick. What would've
been just a normal regular run-of-the-mil blowjob in
which the man being sucked, jism was dutifully
consumed, my action caused the making of a XXX quality
cum scene blowjob with her Dad's sticky gooey cum
stretched all over my face and ropy strand drooling
from my lips as well as splattered on my startled
face.
Seeing her with the camera, I made a futile
attempt to get up and put my hand in front of the
camera lenses some six feet away. I never got more
than a foot, as her irate husband grabbed me and
almost held me up with one hand. I was thoroughly
berated for not letting my mouth stay wrapped around
his gushing cock."
"You owe me another blowjob! Actually as many as
I want! Got that!" Again, I was cowed even more than
before. I was afraid I was going to get clobbered by
his powerful fist, even after all I'd done to prevent
from being beaten. His fist was clench and ready for
action. I just knew I was a gonner. In the midst of
that I'd almost forgotten about his wife and the
camcorder.
"Stop Honey! Now take it easy honey. I startled
him when he saw I was taping him. He didn't mean no
harm. It was just an accident. Right Jamie dear?"
"Y-Yes ma'am" I meekly said. Thankful for her
intervention even though I noticed she too was now
calling me Jamie. I hated it when people called me
Jamie. But this was not the time to exert myself or
complain about such a small thing.
"You see he said so dear. Now Jamie, tell my
husband, that you're really sorry for pulling your
lips off his dick as he was shooting off, but will be
more than happy to make it up to him as many times as
he and the boys need you to fill in for Judy and I."
Not knowing what else to do, I capitulated and
basically committed my mouth as a surrogate pussy for
the Smith family men. To make matters worse, her
husband threw in the further condition, that other
family men could also count on me for head too, if
they needed or wanted me to do them.
I just knew this couldn't be really happening,
for I was on the verge of tears after he let me go. I
fought hard not to cry. It was awful.

CHAPTER 8: EVENTS FROM OUR ENGAGEMENT: The Drive To
Dinner

"James, you really are going to have to do
something about your attitude. You know I love you
and so does Mom and Dad, And you know my brothers like
you a lot. Probably more so now that you've sucked
their dicks. And don't worry about Dad, it'll be okay
with him. He'll get over you pulling off his dick
just as he was coming. I'm sure you can understand
they way he felt. He's willing to forgive and forget,
why can't you? After all, he agreed to let you suck
him some more to make up for one little silly
disagreement."
"I-I-I don't believe I-I hear what you're
saying." I-I've got to pull over so we can talk about
this." I said as I pulled just inside the entrance of
a nearby park.
"By the way Judy, thanks for letting me use your
toothbrush. My mouth was so gummy and gluey f-from doing
you a-and your mom as well from swallowing your brothers'
and Dad's thick cum. I-I just had to brush before I left
there." I said in an embarrassed manner.
"Of course darling, we are a partnership, bonded by
love. We will share so much on this journey of commitment
to each other." Judy replied in a sweet cooing voice, as
she placed a kiss on my forehead. She sounded and looked
so delectable. However, she used that "B" word again -
bonded. I was beginning to see it as a four-letter word
even if it wasn't.
"But seriously Judy, you really think I-I'm the
right guy for..."
"The right guy for me? Of course you are, James
darling. I really love you. Surely you aren't going
to let a few little, well, er, not so little, cocks,
and some other men's hot sperm interfere with the
obviously deep love and affection we have for each
other, are you? I know I love you and I'm sure you
love me too, don't you?" Judy spoke in a warm wooing
manner.
I hated it when she talked that way. It had a
way of soothing me down whenever things were going
wrong.
"J-Judy, I-I'm having a hard time dealing with t-
this. Y-You're so cool and clam. Y-Y-You were h-
having sex with..."
"Bonding darling, bonding with my brothers and
Dad. It's us doing such things for each other that
build up the warm, nurturing, and close relationship
we have as a family.
"Judy, it r-really hurt to know about you having
in-intercourse b-behind my back, but with your family
members and old boyfriends is-is a lot to deal with.
A-And that doesn't even touch on all the other things
I was forced to do... and now that y-your mom has that
video, I-I just don't know what to do."
"That's easy, you're going to accept me, love me,
and become my husband."
"Judy, w-why are you doing this to me? Yes I do
love you. You're the girl I could only dream of
dating, much less planed to be married to."
"Remember we talked about this some time ago
James. Looks and prick size are not everything
sweetie. You have other things I need besides those
things. You're caring, you're understanding, gentle,
and most of all, we can talk about the books we've
read as we take long walks and share tender moments."
"B-but when we're not doing that and you have the
urge to be with your o-other men a-and family members,
w-what about me?"
"You can find something else to do while I get
help for your inadequacies in that area. However,
you're not to get involved with another woman! That
is O! U! T! OUT! You are to remain faithful!
Understand?"
"Y-Y-Yes. Q-Quite clear." I replied meekly as I
stuttered and stammered. I was caught off guard by
her sudden, point blank assertiveness.
Judy and I talked for a while more. It became
rather apparent, she had no inclination of releasing
me from my commitment for marriage and that the
videotape her mom made was also now a part of the
persuasion tools she held over my head. I gave up
trying and decided to resume driving over to my aunt's
house for dinner. Besides, I was hungry.
"You mean you're still hungry after all the
creamy appetizers you've eaten?" Judy replied at my
remark of being famished.

CHAPTER 9 EVENTS FROM OUR ENGAGEMENT: Dinner With My
Aunt Jasmine

As Judy and I walked to my Aunt's door, the
delightful aroma of food could easily be detected. I
was sure that at least I could count on my Aunt's good
cooking to ease the depression, hurt, as well as the
shame and disgrace I felt at that moment from the
earlier events I'd been subjected to. I thought surely
that the day couldn't get any worse than it had
already. However, as things go for me, I was wrong
again.

I used my key to open the door and let Judy and I
in.

"Hello James baby!"

"M-Mother! I-I didn't know you were coming." I
replied in total surprise.

"Yes dear, I wanted it to be a surprise. And this
must be my beautiful new daughter-in-law to be. I must
say Judy, the photo he sent me doesn't even begin to do
you justice."

"Hello Mrs. Jackson, happy to..."

Mother cut Judy off.

"Mother Jackson, dear. We're practically family.
Come give me a hug." Mom said to Judy.

I had mixed emotions about my mother being there
at this particular time. I knew eventually, she had to
meet Judy. I guess I was hoping later than sooner,
even if the wedding, if one was to take place, was only
6 months away.

You see, my mom is rather strong willed, like my
aunt, and often they can embarrass me with their over
protectiveness. They both still see me as a juvenile
and often treat me as such, instead of the adult I am.
Some may even think they treat me as if I'm a mama's
boy. I was hoping mom didn't revert to such a
protective mode tonight, especially after all I'd been
through earlier in the evening.

My aunt is a great cook. She cooked all my
favorite items, including macaroni with plenty of
cheese. As I ate ravenously, Mom and Judy were
exchanging small talk. I closely monitored their
exchanges for any hint of talk that could be
embarrassing to me.

However, as soon as word of the pre-nuptial
contract surfaced, I knew it was time to be vigilant
and be ready to intervene and not have the conversation
focusing heavily into me and Judy's personal
relationship. Again, this turned out to be a disaster
for me.

"You are too beautiful dear, I'm sure the guys
hound you for pussy a lot, don't they?"

"Mother!" I blurted out, not believing my own
ears.

"Shush! Baby. I'm talking to your lovely
fiancee." My mother directed her comment at me without
even looking in my direction.

"I do get propositioned a lot Mother Jackson. Men
are always after my body. That's why I fell in love
with James, he looked beyond that. He and I
communicate and have a loving and deep emotional
relationship above the skin deep level."

I was even amazed at Judy's very diplomatic reply.

"I'm so glad to hear that you and James are so
emotionally connected. Also, Judy dear, from talking
to my sister, I want you to know that as his mother,
I'm pleased you also understand the significance of
James's virginity and that it is a treasured asset for
him to bring into your marriage."

"Mother! Please! This is not the time or..."

"James! Please! It's okay for your mom to talk
about what's important to her, and also to me, for that
matter." Judy abruptly replied as she gave me a stern
look this time. Again, I felt belittled in the worse
way as she continued with her reply to my mom. As I
looked around, I could tell that both my Mom and Aunt
seemed pleased at her action. I felt even worse upon
discerning that.

"Oh yes Mother Jackson, I agree with you
wholeheartedly. In fact I think of it as a sort of
dowry he's bringing with him. My parents, and my
family for that matter, are pleased that I'm marrying a
chaste groom."

"James, you have a sensible girl with high moral
character. She's right to have you come to the altar as a
virgin and dismiss your efforts to give in and do otherwise.
If playing with you little thing is necessary to maintain
it, then that's the way it should be nephew."

I cringed in total and absolute embarrassment.

"Yes, I totally agree. I've told James that I will not
be a party to him throwing away something so precious. I
definitely want him to be my virginal bridegroom. I'm just
so lucky to be marrying him." Judy replied with a big
smile.

"Judy, you've got yourself quite a catch there. Now
that y'all are virtually married, that is because of the
contract, I presume in order to keep yourself comfortable,
sexually that is, you have trained James in the proper art
of oral sexual satisfaction until you're wed? Him putting
his mouth on your cunt does not constitute any violation of
or compromises his virginity, but keeps you relieved while
you wait for the wedding day."

"M-Mother please!"

"James! Shush! I'm tired of repeating myself. You'll
get your turn to speak. Until then, please be quiet!"

Mother's words caused my face to turn even redder, as
all the other eyes in the room seem to look right through
me.

"Oh yes. James has excelled in that department. He's
quite a natural when it comes to pleasing me with his mouth.
I guess it's alright to say this now that we're all
practically family."

"Yes we are dear, be as candid as you wish." My Aunt
replied eagerly.

"He's just loves to suck my pussy. Don't you James?"
I was more than blushed at the explicit nature of the
discussion and of Judy's candor.

"P-Please, c-can we c-change the subject and..."

"Nonsense! You've been so eager to talk, well now talk
and tell us something you need to talk about!" My Aunt
interjected loudly. "This is a critical and important topic
for newlyweds. Now answer the question!"

I looked at my Aunt. Her eyes were focused hard on me.
I knew the best thing to do was answer Judy.

"Y-Yes Judy, I-I do." I replied with my head hung low
as I ate another forkful of macaroni.

"Dear, be forceful, speak up. Tell her so like you
mean it. Do it again for me." My Aunt said.

"D-Do I-I have to?"

"Yes! Tell your fiancee you love sucking her pussy!
Say every word! Now!"

I could tell my Aunt was on the verge of getting upset
with me.

"J-Judy, I-I love sucking your pussy very much." I
said.

"Thank you darling." Judy replied smiling with a
slight smirk.

"Very good James, that's the positive way you should
speak when telling the woman you love, that you love doing
things for her."

"Judy, you can be very candid when you answer
this next question. I'm a modern women, who only wants
what's best for my son, and you as his future wife, as
well as what's best for the stability of your future
marriage. Judy, in regard to having adequate sexual
relations, I presume a smart girl like you already
knows that my son is not, well, er, not well equipped
to handle your total bedroom needs. I assume you've
made plans to get my son some assistance in that
department?"

I was more than devastated by the question and
was too speechless to speak except to gasp at my
mother's question. Judy was a bit surprised, but her
answer was quicker than I thought it should be.

"First of all, Mother Jackson, I truly love James.
However, you're correct, his penis size will require me
to seek some adjustment in our planned sexual relations
because of his shortcomings. Yes I have tentatively
considered the help of three former boyfriends to aid
my future husband in his bedroom duties."

Judy's firmness and confidence as she replied so
quickly, left me little comfort as I wanted to crawl
into a one-inch hole. Not only was I speechless, I
felt even more belittled.

"Since we all know you're the experienced partner
in this relationship, can I also presume these three
men are also rendering assistance to you now during
your engagement?"

"Yes ma'am you can." She said without blinking an
eye. I was still stunned by what was going on around
me. I was flabbergasted. Was I dreaming? This
couldn't be happening at the dinner table with my
mother and aunt, could it?

"Good! Smart girl! James, your future wife is not only
beautiful, but sharp and is preparing well to make your
marriage a stable, and solid long-term loving affair. You
must be sure and do your fair share. Have you been giving
her oral caresses after she's had physically satisfying sex
with her studs?"

I almost fell out of my chair at that question. As
best I could, I tried desperately to change the subject. I
was severely reprimanded and made to respond. Having to
admit that I'd sucked other men's semen from my fiancee's
cunt, especially in front of my own mother and aunt was so
debilitating. Worse were the smirking smiles by all three
of the women. Their eyes seem to burn me as they looked
upon my embarrassment.

"James is so lucky to be marrying an experienced and
beautiful girl like you. He's been a bookworm most all his
life. Now Judy dear, after you're married, we know it's
going to be necessary for you to keep your lovers because
you not going get all the satisfaction you need from my
nephew's tongue and his rather small thing. However, being
as intelligent as he is, I'm sure he'll understand that he
has to take a backseat, frequently, to better equipped men.
James you do understand what I mean, don't you?"

Mother words and her direct style of giving her message
to Judy, not only made me blush even deeper, but almost made
me choke on the food I'd just put in my mouth. All I could
do was nod affirmatively for her. Everyone at the table
smiled.

To my chagrin, the three continued to talk as if I
didn't matter. Realizing that it was useless to deter the
three from emasculating me more, I continued to try and get
some enjoyment out of the only thing I could at this dinner,
the food.

Hurting inside, I could only listen as my vivacious
fianc 0;e responded to question after question from my aunt
and mother about her three real men - Joe, Jeffrey and Judd.
I was sure that Judy wasn't going to reveal her family
secret, but she didn't.

Judy's face was bright and warm as she described the
penises of each of her studs in response to one of the
questions asked her. To my utter amazement, she warmly held
my hand as she went into graphic details, about not only the
sizes, both erect and relaxed, but also what oral attentions
each man liked done to his cock.

My face went blank as I listened to what was being
said. My shock was complete. I was totally speechless,
especially when she added "They all like me to lick and suck
their balls too. I like doing that for them anyway. It
really makes me feel close to the man I'm fucking when I do
that for him."

Mother and Aunt Jasmine had the brightest smiles on
their faces as they seemed to hang onto every word Judy
spoke.

"I think Joe shoots the biggest load of cum, however,
Jeffrey and Judd aren't far behind." Was her reply to which
one gave her the most cum when she performed blowjobs to
completion.

"Yes, I have a few times, but of course he wasn't aware
of it." Judy said with a smirking smile and winking at me,
as she replied to Mother's question about if she'd ever
kissed me right after sucking one of her real men's dicks. I
was totally humiliated and emotionally drained after such
lewd talk and belittlement, the likes of which I'd never
even dreamed of, not in my worst nightmare.

After more similar talk related to how well the sex was
with her three studs, the talk suddenly tuned to a topic
near and dear to both my Aunt and Mother - corporal
punishment of unruly males.

I know it was all over for me now. I knew that my
family secret was about to be put on the table. I didn't
have to wait long. I was doomed.

"Jasmine has already indirectly implied to you, that we
are strong proponents of behavior modification via corporal
punishments for James. It is because of it that he has
turned out to be so well mannered and trustworthy. Now,
since he is soon to become your husband, Jasmine and I see
it as important that we properly pass the baton to..."

"Don't you mean the paddle?" My Aunt injected, to
which the room filled with laughter from the three. I
didn't see anything funny at all about this discussion.

Mother and Aunt Jasmine went on and on about the
benefits and merits of properly applied punishment to keep a
new husband on the straight and narrow.

I knew it was useless to say anything, so I just sat
and finished my dinner. The others had eaten only about
half of their meal and now seemed to have much more interest
in the current topic of conversation, which they were deeply
engrossed in.

"James, we're going downstairs, finish eating your
veggies and no dessert until you finish." Mom said as
she stared at me hard before leading Judy and Aunt
Jasmine with her, as they went to the basement.

Again, I was being treated as a juvenile, but I
know I dare not say a thing to the contrary. I almost
knew it was too late to try and salvage any semblance
of me being the soon to be husband and master of my
domain. Judy's family had pretty much taken care of me
ever having any hope of doing that. Now with what my
own Mom and Aunt were doing, it was pretty certain that
their actions would forever seal me against even
thinking about dreaming of being assertive with Judy in
anyway. It was obvious my future was doomed. It
appeared my fate was to be one of forever being
subjugated and humiliated at the hands of beautiful,
but dominant women.

I was very concerned about what my Mom would be
telling Judy about the basement corporal punishment
equipment and both of their philosophies about
disciplining me. Here I was hoping to get away from
all that and here it was surrounding me all over again.

After finishing my dinner, I cleared the table. I
was fairly certain that the others did not desire to
return to their cold plates. I also didn't want mother
or Aunt Jasmine to order me do so in front of my
fiancee. Especially, since they were sure to make me
wear an old fashioned, long white, lace trimmed
pinafore. They got it for me to wear when doing
kitchen duty.

"JAMES! COME DOWN HERE!" The loud cry of Mother
summoning me broke me from my depressing reverie as I
sipped on after dinner coffee. I took another sip and
headed toward the basement door.

"This won't take but a moment of your time James
dear. We wanted to show your future wife how this
whipping table would look with you properly mounted to
it. You know what they say, a picture is worth a
thousand words. Be a dear and come over here so
Jasmine and I can secure you to it. We wanted Judy to
see how to properly secure you down should you ever
need some refresher discipline. This is going to be one
of your wedding presents."

"Isn't that nice of your Mother and Aunt to give
such a wonderful antique?" Judy said.

"An antique, James, that can be pressed into
service should you determine that it need be, by your
negative or unruly behavior, that is." Aunt Jasmine
added.

The three women continued to talk about the
craftsmanship and surface finish of the old wooden
device. But then their conversation quickly turned to
the real functionality of the table.

For the countless time that day, I was speechless.
I stood there stunned as it was proposed that I
demonstrate how a person is secured to the device for
punishment. Slowly I was able to speak.

"W-What! P-Pleases Mother... I-I just..."

"James sweetie, please don't whine and waffle in
front of your fianc 0;e. It's time to be a man and show
her you're not squeamish over giving a little
demonstration. Now if you're going to be obstinate,
and non-cooperative, this could easily turn into more
than a demonstration. You get my drift?" The harsh
look on her smiling face signaled to me once again that
my will or say so was not important.

"Y-Yes m-ma'am." I hung my head as I replied
demurely. I was choice-less in the matter and all three
women knew it.

The whipping table mother referred to was an
antique that had at one time been used in a turn-of-
the-century state reform school for wayward teens.

The heavy oak table had a series of large iron
rings for securing an individual as he was bent over
forward, at the waist, across the flat, slightly
inclined surface. The arms would stretch forward and
be secured to a one set of heavy iron rings. The mid
thighs would also be secured as well as the ankles.
With these strategic parts of the body anchored, about
the only movable part was one's protruding ass cheeks.
And to be honest, the allowable motion was really more
of a wiggle than any serious movement.

I was no stranger to the table as a teen. Mother
had it shipped to my aunt's place the first time my
aunt and I had a disagreement about me staying out past
midnight.

Upon hearing the news of mother shipping it out, I
quickly gave up trying to convince Aunt Jasmine of my
need to stay out beyond midnight. It didn't matter, my
aunt wrestled me on the table the same day it arrived
and I paid dearly for my attempt at setting my own
curfew, or lack thereof. Even though I was an adult,
Aunt Jasmine has weight and height on her side. She
easily subdued me. She had me across the whipping
table in no time at all.

The two other times, I was too scared to not
voluntarily come down and willingly - even though
pleading, begging, and crying for mercy and forgiveness
- let myself be bound and punished.

When I moved to my aunt's place, I thought sure
that I would have more freedom than I had at home.
However, the day after I arrived, it was apparent that
my aunt had other ideas. Additionally, mother was not
only encouraging my aunt in her dominance of me, but
orchestrating a lot of it.

I meekly positioned myself at the table and my
aunt and mother did the rest. As they secured me to
the table with the super strong Velcro type fasteners,
they lectured to Judy. About the only thing I was
thankful for was that they hadn't made me drop my
pants. That would be a sure sign that this was going
to be more than a simple tie-down demo. However, as in
other instances in my life, I was soon to be proven
wrong once more.

"There now, see how easy that is Judy dear.?"
"Yes, Mother Jackson, the fasteners make quick
work of getting him tied down.' Judy commented. I
hated the gleeful tone in her voice.

The three women soon turned to the variety of whipping
instruments hanging on the wall. I was left tied to
the table and totally ignored as they discussed several
of the homemade extension cord whips made by mother and
Aunt Jasmine. For some reason both had an affinity for
electrical cables, from thick to thin ones. I really
hated the folded thin gauge electrical extension cord.
It really stings for a long period of time.

"Judy, of all the these I still think this simple
folded extension cord is my overall favorite." I heard
mother say as the three walked back toward me. I of
course was still bent precariously across that infernal
table.

"Proper wrist action and downward force is
necessary to impart your message to the subject. It's
too bad, James has been so good lately, otherwise it
would be great if I could give you a first hand
demonstration." I heard mother sigh after making her
statement.

I didn't like the tone of her voice or the nature
of the conversation.

"Mother Jackson, you're correct, James has been
very mannerly and always the proper gentleman with me
lately. However, as you mentioned earlier, if he isn't
reminded occasionally of what will happened if he
doesn't continue to be well behaved, he may slip back
into doing things that are unacceptable."

"Yes, I did say that. But what is your point dear
girl?"

"Well, I was thinking that since it's been almost
a month since his last time on the table for corrective
discipline, maybe a brief demo could count as a
deterrent, even though he hasn't done any bad deeds.
Additionally, demonstration strokes could also count as
credits against future misdeeds on his part."

"I love your idea! James, you definitely have
good taste in selecting your new bride." My mother
chimed.

"Excellent idea Judy! He's bound to get into
trouble in the future, probably before the wedding.
Didn't you mention earlier that he mentioned something
about trying to lose his virginity and that he even
brought up the subject of possibly having another woman
aid him if you didn't?" Aunt Jasmine interjected.

"In all fairness to James, he didn't say any of
that, I merely advised him I would not tolerate him
with other women even though I would be seeing other
men, as I am now and after we're married."

"P-Please M-Mother, I-I don't think that an actual
w-whipping d-demonstration will serve no..." I finally
managed to get my wits about me to speak when I was
literally shut up.

"This is another accessory that will come in quite
handy. We call it a vocal cord protector." My mother
said of the short strip of duct tape she placed over my
mouth. I didn't even see her put it on me, as my back
was to the three of them.

"There now, we can continue our conversation
without being rudely interrupted. Judy, you're after
my own heart. I like your forward thinking. Yes, I
quite agree with you. A little preventive treatment
does go a long way. Plus James dear, you'll get credit
for the few licks we're going to give you against
future trouble you're bound to get into. I don't know
why you should have any objections to this little
demonstration, and especially so since it's for your
new bride to be." Mother spoke as she began pulling at
the belt on my trousers. I tried to prevent her as
best by pressing the buckle against the tabletop. I
could only cry out in a mumble with the tape over my
lips.

"WHAP!" I heard the sound of the wooden paddle
hitting something. A slit second later, I felt the
impact on my tooting ass cheeks. The hurt from the
paddle was minimal since the jeans I wore softened the
blow, but the shock was greater. However, Mother
really got my attention.

"Stop fighting me James! If you don't let me
unbuckle these pants easily, I'll get a bullwhip and
whip them off you in shreds!" Her threat quickly
calmed me down. I knew now that it was totally
hopeless for me. I was going to be whipped, not only
in front of my new bride to be, but probably by her
also.

"Yes, the welts from last month are all nicely
healed." Aunt Jasmine commented as soon as I felt air
on my rear end.

"Yes his bottom is in an excellent condition for
this demo we are about to perform." Spoke mother.

I felt several hands running over my upturned
bottom, which I know was slightly trembling from
anticipatory fright on my part of what was to come.

"Now Judy, with the folded extension cord, you
want to apply your strokes with the proper swing and
strength to be assured that the proper message is
received by your husband. Too little force in your
swing and he thinks you're playing with him, which
leads him to believe you're not serious about punishing
him. Remember each instrument must be applied with
varying degrees of force to get the best performance."

As mother went on with the technical aspects of
corporal punishment, I was mentally cringing and saying
my prayers that they weren't going to do an extensive
demonstration on me with every whipping instrument.

"SWISH!"

"CRACK!"

"UMMMMMMPPPP!" My scream came out as a loud
muffled noise. The surprised lash by mother caused me
to strain against the constraints as the biting sting
seemed etched on my bottom. I wiggled uncontrollably
as if trying to shake off the burning pain left after
the impacting thin cords. Mother had truly caught me
off guard.

"Now see that was a well placed stroke and applied
with proper force. Now you'll notice that was applied
such that it's placed at a diagonal across his ass.
The idea is do a diagonal series from bottom left to
top right and then the next series from bottom right to
top left. After you do that, then you can apply a few
level strokes across the middle of his bottom. The
purpose is when he sit down, he'll really feel that he
has had a proper punishment as the welts heal. Now you
try it dear. Remember, with this thin extension cord,
to get your point across, the best technique is to
swing with all your strength and then back down from
there rather than to go lightly at first."

"SWISH!"

"CRACK!"

I reacted violently to my fiancee's first blow.
For she did indeed seem to take mother's advice about
using all her strength.

"Good stroke. Now apply several rapidly to get
your first diagonal done."

"SWISH!" "CRACK!" "SWISH!" "CRACK!" "SWISH!"
"CRACK!"

"Very good! Now the other side." I heard mother's
voice as I moaned loudly and jerked and tugged
violently against the iron rings. My ass cheeks were
ablaze with stinging burns. My poor ass cheeks were
quivering and my muted sobbing taking second place to
the technical instructions going on behind me.

After Judy finished using the doubled thin
extension cord, I just knew that the three would let me
up. Again I was wrong. There was to be no mercy for
me. My fiancee was then instructed in the use of the
whippy cane and allowed to place 5 very well placed
strokes over the mass of welts I'm sure were already
swollen quite well without the bruising blistering
effect of the cane.

Only after a few minutes of technical discussion
on welt formation was I freed from the table.

My sobbing was uncontrollable as I immediately
reached to rub my stinging burning ass.

"Just look at our big baby with all those tears.
You come right over to mommie so I can show your future
bride how to apply ointment to those welts."

"T-That's... SOB!... O-Okay, I-I'll... SOB!... D-
Do it... SOB!... my..."

"You'll do no such thing, now stop being stubborn
and come across mommie's lap like a good little boy."

Again, knowing the possible consequences of
further resistance, I hung my head and walked toward
where mother was sitting. My face was a mess as I
continued to sob and cry. I tried not to look my
fiancee in the face, but out of the corner of my eye,
even through my profuse tears, I could see the most
pleasant countenance on her face. It was more than
obvious she was enjoying my misery, degradation, and
subjugation.

I winced and jumped as the rubbing ointment was
massaged into the welts, a few of which had broken the
skin. All the while, my aunt and mom praised my
fiancee at what a wonderful first job she'd
accomplished. All I could do was sob as softly as I
could, as I was frequently reminded by Mother and Aunt
Jasmine, that if I were more of a man I wouldn't be
such a crybaby.

Intermixed with the talk about Judy's performance
were frequent references to `my weenie' and how it was
indeed imperative for my fiancee to seek outside help
for her sexual needs. My shame was great. All I could
do was take the continuing verbal abuse and be thankful
it wasn't physical.

Later upstairs, I was not allowed to wear my pants
or underwear, only my shirt and the lacy white
pinafore, so that air could speed up the healing of the
welts I also wore.

Dressed in this manner, I was required to serve
after dinner coffee to Judy, mother and Aunt Jasmine.
As I expected, there were numerous comments about the
designs on my rear as I walked around serving the three
of them.

As I was in no condition to drive Judy home, she
called Joe, one of her three full time lovers, to pick
her up. I was in the kitchen when he arrived and I
overheard her introducing him to my aunt and mom when
he arrived at the front door.

I easily heard Aunt Jasmine and mother praising
the two how well they looked together. You see. Joe is
black.
I also heard that he was taking Judy back to his
place and that she'd probably sleep over. My guts
burned upon hearing that, but what could I do. I knew
I didn't have the slightest say so in the matter.
I was more thankful that neither Judy, or my aunt
or mother, make me come out to see the couple off.
Based on this small act of mercy, I thought to
myself, maybe the three of them did harbor some concern
or respect for my feelings as a man and the obvious
emasculation I was being subjected to.

However, what was to happen just six weeks later,
back in this very same house, let me know just how much
respect the three had for me. I've always thought of
the incident as the `Rod Incident'. But first, I must
tell about the events that occurred between now and
then.

CHAPTER 10 EVENTS FROM OUR ENGAGEMENT: Before The Rod
Incident

Judy called to see how I was doing the next
morning. Soon after inquiring about my still aching
ass, she soon let me know how wonderful Joe and his
dick treated her.

"James, the only thing missing was your tongue
darling, getting a good tongue lashing and slurp-up
from you on my wet drippy pussy really caps off an
evening well for me. I missed you my love, but I knew
you were a bit too emotional to be fun after our
basement adventure."

"A-Adventure! Judy, t-that's truly an
understatement. Why couldn't you have just refused
mother's invitation to whip me? After all, it's not
like things are going to be that way when we're
married." There was a moment of silence from Judy.

"Only if you need it James darling. Besides, your
mother has reared you to be respectable and mannerly.
If a few strokes now and then are needed to keep you
that way, you can't blame me for continuing to do what
is necessary to keep you on the right path. Anyway,
not to worry, you can expect me to only punish you when
you absolutely need it or when I feel you need to be
reminded of your commitment to me." Her tone was firm
and confident.

I sensed it was better to continue this
conversation at a later time, as I knew where it was
heading. The problem was I didn't really have any idea
of how I'd change her mind anyway. After all, she had
all the cards and my own family helped stack the deck
against me.

I changed the subject and we chatted a few more
minutes before she informed me she was on her way over.
Her reason for coming had me pleading with her not to
come.

"P-Please Judy, please don't a-add to my
embarrassment. It-It was bad enough you saw mom
rubbing ointment on me. I-I just couldn't have y-you
take me across your..."

"Why I'd love to have you come across my knees and
rub ointment into your bare bottom. Why darling, what
kind of fianc 0;e would I be if I didn't tend to you?
After all, I helped blister your cute little bottom
didn't I?"

Judy literally hung up on me as I continued in my
attempts to deter her from coming over to administer
rubbing ointment to my still bruised bottom. I sighed
as I hung up.

True to her word, my fianc 0;e arrived and did as
she had indicated she would. Mother and Aunt Jasmine,
also overruled any and all objections I had.

My face was redder than a fresh beet as I lowered
my pants and laid across her lap for the ointment
massage. Not only did she take longer than necessary,
her kneading of my ravished backside flesh hurt. As I
winced in pain, all three women urged me to be more
courageous and to show more `backbone'. My shame was
complete and total, as I arose and had to thank her,
per mother's request.

The rest of Judy's visit was devoted to further
discussion with mother and Aunt Jasmine about her date
with Joe. The three women wouldn't hear of me leaving
the room during the explicit and detailed account.

Since I could more easily sit on my beaten bottom,
Judy and I did date that evening, even though it was
overshadowed by me having had to be treated like a baby
earlier by her, as well as be present as she recounted
her bed date with Joe. On my date with her that night,
I was treated to something I hadn't had lately, the
taste of her cunt without another man's sperm running
from it. She also jerked me off, which was rather
pleasant.

Within a few days, Judy and I were back on our
regular dating arrangement, which included several
visits to her home. Even though fearful of what to
expect, I nevertheless had to go, since it appeared
that I could do nothing to stop the marriage train I
was on.

Her father had me on my knees the very next time I
was over at her house. He quickly had me making up for
the botched blowjob I gave him before. He collected
within an hour of my arrival. The surprising thing was
that no one at the dinner table thought it unusual for
her father to have me follow him to the front room,
after the meal.

"C'mon Jamie, I'm gonna watch TV and feeling your
mouth wrapped around my dick would feel good about now.
My hot dick cream will be your dessert." Judy's father
said loudly as he got up from the table and proceeded
to walk toward the family room.

No one at the table reacted in the least to his
loud, bold announcement. In fact both Judy and her mom
were carrying on a side conversation and her two
brothers another.

"Damn it Jamie! Didn't you hear me! I want your
lips on my dick before my show starts!" Judy's father
roared.

The sound of his deep voice sent a chill down my
back.

"James darling, run along. You don't want daddy
mad at you again, do you? Go show him you're going to
be cooperative." Judy said, interrupting her
conversation to speak to me.

"He'll be right there Daddy!" Judy shouted toward
her father. She then turned back to me. "Remember, we
have a basement here too." She said as she leaned over
and whispered to me, so that the others wouldn't hear
her. She had a snide smile as she spoke. I
immediately picked up on her implication and jumped up
out of my seat and headed after her father who was
unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants as he was
walking toward the next room. I followed with a
flushed red face.

The other family members looked at me as if I'd
done something wrong for hesitating to do as Mr. Smith
had commanded of me.

Mr. Smith dropped his pants and positioned me on
my knees such that I could focus all my attention on
his cock and balls. He had me lick his huge, but soft
hairy scrotum before starting on his large shaft and
enormous cockhead respectively.

As I knelt there with his very stiff dick nestled
firmly in my mouth, he held his big hand on the top of
my head as he slowly palmed it and used my mouth to
slowly jack off his big erection.

All I could do was to hold onto his muscular
thighs and keep my lips pursed as he told me. I was
his passive mouth pussy and there was little I could do
about it.

Besides the sound of the TV show he was watching,
all I could see before me was his long shaft as my lips
slid back and forth, as well as his thick patch of
pubic crotch hairs. I soon got accustomed to the feel
of his large dick in my mouth and I was vigilant to any
signs of his pending ejaculation. Other than that, I
just mentally sighed and knelt helplessly letting
myself be used by my dominant lusty future father-in-
law.

After about twenty minutes of being mouth fucked,
I felt his already bloated dickhead flare in size. I
knew then he was about to blow his hot jism in my
mouth. I fortified myself to receive his spermy
outpouring. As expected, he flooded my mouth with a
sizeable load of his thick spunk. I had to swallow
fast due to the force and volume of his hot, spurting,
viscous ejaculate.

I congratulated myself on accomplishing my forced
duty without gagging or choking. However, he wasn't
going to let me off that easy, he held me there so that
his still semi-hard penis could `linger and soak' - his
words - in my mouth. I was in no position to argue.

His hot sperm was not my only creamy dessert that
night, for Judy's mother also had me eat her creampie,
and so did Judy too.

Judy's mom had been fucked by some male relatives
that'd dropped by while I was sucking her husband off -
which incidentally took over an hour - he continued to
soak his huge dick between my lips as he watched two of
his favorite TV programs. Later, after he let me go,
Judy's mom called me to eat her creamy hairpie. While I
was doing Judy's mom, I believe Judy was sexually
entertaining Judd. I thought I heard his voice, but
with Judy's mom's thighs and legs clamped tightly
around my head, I couldn't be sure.

Finally, Judy, my fianc 0;e, ordered me to mouth her
slimy oozing snatch. It was then that she confirmed
that Judd had come by and fucked her earlier, but in
addition to him, an uncle and her youngest brother,
also had a go at her.

The sad thing was that everyone had expected me to
do all the things I did without hesitation. When I
showed the slightest bit of surprise or hesitancy at
performing their requests, I not only was looked at as
if I was stupid, but was casually reminded of the
videotape and the pre-nuptial marriage agreement. Judy
even whispered `Basement' to me a couple more times.
Helpless and hapless, I meekly hung my head and did
everyone's sexual bidding.

It seemed that every time I visited my future in-
laws for some event, such as dinner, a cook-out, or a
swim party, the lusty acts that occurred were some
variation of the previously described events.

Additionally, as more and more of the Smith's
relative got to know about me, they also joined in and
contributed to my sexual subjugation and debasement.

CHAPTER 11 EVENTS FROM OUR ENGAGEMENT: The Rod's Rod
Incident

It was now approximately six weeks after the weekend
where mother met Judy for the first time. If you remember,
it was also the time where Mother and Aunt Jasmine did their
infamous demonstration, that led to my ass being blistered
by my fiancee as a demonstration whipping project.

Well this particular Friday night, Aunt Jasmine and
mother - who incidentally was back in town this weekend -
both were pissed off at me this particular weekend because
they thought I was too sassy with them when they questioned
me about coming in about 10 minutes after my curfew, twice
during the week.

So to show me they were still in control, even though I
was an adult, mother decreed I was to be grounded for the
weekend. She ordered me to stay in the house the entire
weekend, that is, from Friday night until Monday morning.
She even called Judy and told her about my punishment.

I was utterly embarrassed, humiliated and devastated to
have my mom call my fiancee and tell her such a thing.

However, even though fuming, I knew what to expect if I
didn't do as she decreed. I didn't want to use any of the
whipping credits I'd gotten six week ago. Either way, I
knew I'd end up the worse for it all if I made any more of a
fuss.

I thought things couldn't get any worse that weekend,
but they did. To my utter shock and surprise, Judy and her
date for the evening, an old high school flame named Rod,
dropped in unexpectedly that Saturday night.

Rod was in town visiting family. His wife hadn't
come with him.

As I was doing the dinner dishes and tidying up the
kitchen when they arrived, mother and Aunt Jasmine made sure
I came out wearing a new pink pinafore mother had brought me
as a gift, to help quell my `aggressive manishness' - her
words.

As I stood by looking totally foolish and feeling like
a wussy mama's boy, they sat on the love seat, arms
intimately around each other. Judy introduced me to him as
her fiance, as she preened over her dazzling three-carat
diamond engagement ring.

Neither one of them seemed to be concerned about the
affections they were exhibiting toward each other in front
of me or in my family's presence. My family seemed quite
pleased at what was going on before us. I was surprised at
what was occurring before me, even if mother and Aunt
Jasmine knew of my fiancee's need for cocks bigger than
mine. I know they supported her in her promiscuous
endeavors, but to allow her to come into our house and
flaunt her promiscuity, with me present, was brazen on
Judy's part and showed no respect for me, as a man, on the
part of Mother and Aunt Jasmine.

Getting back to Judy and Rod, I became even more
speechless at the way his hands cupped and massaged her
shapely rear end as well as stroked the white expanse of her
inviting white bare thighs. All was revealed in the tight,
thigh high mini skirt she wore.

To make matters worse, Rod applauded me on the open
relationship that Judy and I had.

"You're some man to let your lovely fiancee party and
sleep around while you stay in and do kitchen chores. My
hat goes off to you."

To add to my total humiliation was mother's added
comments.

"James is rather proficient at doing domestic household
duties and believes in dressing efficiently for the work at
hand. He really is looking forward to doing the same in his
own kitchen after he becomes Judy's spouse".

Speechless, I almost fell down at her obvious
implications from her phraseology- `My own kitchen' and me
being Judy's spouse versus her husband'. I was emasculated
by my own mom in front of my future bride and her lover for
the evening. I wanted to shrink through the floor. I was
too flabbergasted to respond.

My face was bright red the whole time they were there
as I stood by like a maid in waiting, wearing a long, bright
pink, scalloped lace trimmed apron, while this much more
handsome well built man was in possession of my fiancee.

Judy was very amorous with Rod as her free hand seem to
constantly stay hear the vicinity of his crotch as she
rubbed his leg and thighs as they talked with my family. I
tried to leave the room, but no one would hear of it.
To my total embarrassment, mother revealed why she'd
grounded me and made it very clear that I was a mama's boy.

Both Judy and Rod beamed smug smiles at my additional
emasculation by no less than my own mom.

Mom then went on to let him know that she worked hard
to instill in me essential domestic skills she thought would
make me a good catch as a husband.

"Rod, Tim is so sweet to me. He's so good at domestic
stuff, especially cleaning up wet sloppy things." She
winked at me as she spoke. My heart seemed to skip a beat
at Judy's obvious hidden reference to my frequent mouth
douching of her's and other fucked pussies. "He is such a
darling and he looks good in an apron too, doesn't he?"

I wanted to crawl in a hole when she said that.
However, mother quickly added that she'd put several on
order as her wedding gifts to me.

"They'll be an assortment of pink, lavender and
sunflower yellow pastels. I also ordered pansy floral
designs for them also." Mother added with a gleeful tone in
her voice.

Again, I wanted to sink right through the floor.

"Don't be ashamed Tim, some men make excellent cooks
and are better at domestic duties. Pride yourself on your
talents." Rod added. I guess his comment was well meaning,
however I wished he'd kept it to himself.

I thought the worse was over after that little episode
and hoped the two would leave. However, it was not to be.
Rod had been a jock at another senior high in a near by town
when he was dating Judy. Judy kept encouraging her old
flame to recall his feats of sportsmanship. I squirmed and
moved as I might get up and leave, but mother gave me a
quick cold stare that told me that if I did, I'd be sorry
and probably that my bottom would end up being blistered.
Cowed, I sat and endured the jock talk.

"My James was not muscular enough for such rough
sports, but he was vice president of the science club." My
mother interjected. Again, another well-meaning comment
that could've been easily interpreted as a left handed
comment and would better have been left unspoken.

Rod and Judy seem to get more intimate, more cozy and
even more brazen in their touchy feely actions. I wanted to
cry out but was again speechless. She was most brazen as
she leaned over on him as they talked of how a cop almost
caught them screwing in the back seat of a car back in their
high school days.

My face turned even redder than before.

"Tim, you've got yourself quite a catch here. She's
gonna make you a great wife, especially in bed. She can
really take care of business between the sheets. I wish my
wife was half as good."

I almost fell out of my chair at his brazen brash
comment. However, it seemed others in the room took it as a
compliment for Judy's sexual talent and experience. I
couldn't believe what was happening.

"We are proud to have Judy committing to become a
member of the family and take my James as her spouse." My
mother interjected.

I looked at mother and couldn't believe her continued
overt put down of me. Again, she'd called me a `spouse',
not a `husband', but a `spouse'! I was seething with silent
shame and anger.

"Oh! Look at you Rod sweetie, all this talk has given
you a woody. I thought you were trying to hide something
with your hand." Judy's raised voice caught everybody's
attention as she again brought the news of Rod's hard-on to
everyone's attention. "We'd better get you over to your
motel and take care of it." She giggled as she pecked him
on the lips and grasped the rising bulge in his crotch.

I would've sunk through the floor if it were possible.
Thoroughly humiliated and disgraced, I was glad for them to
be finally leaving. However, little did I know that all
that had occurred was just the beginning, rather than the
end of my degrading ordeal.

"Judy! Shame on you. Being almost family, why don't
you take the young man up to James' room and help him
relieve his erection. My, he does have a nice boner there.
Much, much nicer than my James."

I couldn't believe mother's statements. I was blushing
the deepest of red as I saw my own mother, standing and
observing the imprint of Rod's large swollen cock through
his trouser fabric.

"James, go turn back the covers on your bed and spruce
up your room for your fiancee and her guest." Mother
shouted to me.

This was a night of un-beliefs and strangeness. I was
more than dumfounded that my fiancee was going to be
sleeping with an old boyfriend in my bed. I almost couldn't
move, but my Aunt Jasmine helped me up and tugged my arm as
she helped me toward my room, and what I had to do.

"James, hurry up with the room and come back here and
tell us when it's ready." Mother shouted in a loud voice as
I ascended the stairs to my bedroom.

"I'll come tell them." My aunt replied.

"No! James will do it. After all, Judy is his
fiancee!"

As I climbed the stairs, tears began to swell up in my
eyes in response to mother's words.

It didn't take but two minute to prepare my room for my
beautiful fiancee's tryst.

I tried to present a calm exterior and image as I
walked back down the stairs to inform the couple that my
room was ready for their sexual liaison.

I still found it hard to believe Judy and my own mother
had placed me in a difficult degrading situation like this.
"T-The room is ready." I softly said as I stood facing
Mother, Aunt Jasmine, and Judy and Rod.

Judy quickly led Rod up to my room as I stood there.

"Judy is really lucky to have such a great sport for a
future husband. Thanks for letting us screw in your bed."
He said as he passed me. I said nothing. I looked down to
avoid his eyes as well as for him not to see my watery ones.

CHAPTER 12 EVENTS FROM OUR ENGAGEMENT: In My Own
Bedroom

"James! Come back here! Aren't you coming up to
watch Rod fuck me?" Judy shouted at me as I turned to
walk away. She was half way up the flight of stairs,
with Rod in tow, as they headed to my bedroom.

I froze in my tracks. I couldn't believe my
ears. I turned and looked at her as if she was crazy.

"J-Judy... Y-You can't mean..." I stammered.

"Yes she does! And don't stand there like a knot
on a log! What kind of man are you! Go standby your
woman!" I heard my aunt shout as her words cut me
off.

I looked around. I not only saw my aunt standing
nearby with hands on her hips and with a pissed
expression on her face, but I also saw mother in the
distance coming toward me also.

In a flash, I knew my humiliation was to increase
exponentially and that the sooner I got with the
program the better. The last thing I needed was more
verbal encouragement from the combination of both my
aunt and mother.

"I-I'm coming Judy." I said as I began to mount
the stairs quickly. My eyes were still watery as I
reached the top of the stairs following the pair, who
apparently were in heat. I was so browbeat, but with
all I'd been through, I just wanted this bout of
humiliation to be over as soon as possible.

As we three entered my bedroom, Judy, my
vivacious fiancee, was quickly undressing as she
walked. Rod, her old high school flame, did the same.
The large obscene bulge in his trousers was even more
pronounced as he began to remove his pants.

Judy and Rod undressed without the least bit of
shame, while I just stood by dumbfounded at what was
occurring before my eyes.

The next moment they were passionately kissing by
the time they were close to being totally nude. Judy
had her hands wrapped around - well actually not all
the way around - Rod's jutting enormous tool. Her
hands couldn't fit around it. The head was easily
larger than a golf ball, pink-ish red and very
bloated. It was obvious it was ready to spit seed.

By the way Judy kept fondling the long shaft of
Rod's penis, which had to be at least 9 inches long,
she was apparently anxious to receive his seed also.

They were tumbling across my double bed in a
foreplay ritual. I was still spellbound as their
kissing and nibbling on each other progressed to where
Judy had engulfed the swollen head of Rod's jutting
pole of stiff meat. The mere sight of the event
before me caused me to get an involuntary erection,
even though my feelings were hurt severely. However,
the sight of her pink colored lips, stretched around
his giant cock, and moving wetly up and down his stout
shaft was so lascivious. I nevertheless was aroused
greatly and wished I was in his place.

It was then, I decided it was best for me to
leave the two, as it was rather obvious what going to
happen next.

I made about two steps before I heard my name
called.

"James! Where are you going? Get back here!
Sit down! I bet you were going to run off and leave
me all alone while Rod has his way with me. Even if
you can't do what he's about to do, the least you
could do is have the courage to watch to make sure he
does a good job. C'mon over here, I want you closer."

Judy's voice was loud and had a sense of urgency.
I meekly did as she requested. I felt so silly and
mortified.

"R-Really Judy, there is l-little I-I can do by
being..." I tried to speak, but was cut off.

"James, I want you here while we fuck! You'll
stay and that's final! Understood?"

Her outspoken dictatorial tone surprised me. I
was too shocked to speak. I passively nodded my head
to indicate I understood.

"Good! That's better. Now then, take off your
pretty pink apron and undress. You're going to join
us. Since you seem to be keen on trying to desert me
when I need you to stay, I think I know a way to have
you be a part of this and still see to my sexual well
being. Now do as I say or do you want to call in your
mother and tell her you're not showing respect for me,
the woman you soon plan to marry?"

I was reluctant to do as she ordered, but her
words and stern face let me know she meant business.
I knew I had to submit, besides I definitely didn't
want mother in on this act.

Even though I was quite cowed by her
forcefulness, in the back of my mind I was hopeful
that because she wanted me to participate, that maybe
she might finally want to have mercy and provide me a
bit of sexual pleasure, even if it had to be in the
presence of her old flame. Even though mentally sad,
the thought of some direct sexual pleasure with her
kept my spirits high. The idea of a possible blowjob
really excited me.

After taking my pants and shorts off, I tried to
shield my much smaller prick. I was no comparison to
the very much longer and thicker one Judy was still
fondling and licking as she monitored my undressing
progress out of the corner of her eye.

"Move your hands, James darling. We should have
no secrets here, especially from the man who's going
to be helping your fiancee cool her pussy down."

I saw a smirking chuckle from Rod. I blushed a
deeper red than I already was.

Next, Judy had me come closer to the bed.
In the process I could no longer hide my little, but
erect prick. I was so ashamed because I didn't know
which was the more embarrassing, having a smaller
member or the fact I was erect seeing the woman I
loved making out with another man.

"Now that's better, at least you're in the spirit
of things." Judy commented upon seeing I was stiff.

"Now James darling, I've decided that I want this
to be educational for you, since you're a virgin.
Therefore, I want to make sure you have a front row
seat to see how to properly sex your wife-to-be.
Also, you'll be participating too."

The `front row seat' Judy wanted for me caused me
to jerk upright and almost bolt from the room. But a
reminder from her of what lied on the other side of
the closed bedroom door, caused me to pause.

Rod's intervention also played a part, especially
when he became very candid about what he'd do.

"Listen wimp! If you don't respect your fiancee
and do what she tells you, I'm gonna whip your ass
and still make you do it. Now take your choice, you
can do what she wants with or without my fists upside
your head!"

Already scared before he spoke, I broke out in a
nervous sweat. I didn't have to think anymore. He
was the big brawny type. I didn't stand a chance
against him.

"W-where do y-you want m-me Judy?" I asked
softly as I hung my head swallowing what pride I had.

"I knew you'd do the right thing by me. I think
you really love me after all." Judy said with a
familiar smirk on her face as she held my hand and
guided me in position on the bed.

As I looked straight up at the ceiling, I awaited
for the inevitable. I soon heard she and Rod moving
around and positioning themselves.

In a moment I had the sight and felt the heat of
Judy's lush juicy cunt hovering right above my
upturned face. As I rolled my eyes upwards, I could
see Rod's jutting batting ram of a dick approaching
from the opposite direction as he climbed in position
to make contact with my fiancee's awaiting snatch.
And there my upward facing head, right in the middle
where all the action was soon to be taking place.

Judy had positioned herself over me in a head to
toe position as I laid on my back. Rod was going to
couple with her doggy style.

I had assumed before now that my humiliation at
the hands of Judy couldn't reach new depths before the
wedding, but as before, I was wrong once again.

"James it's so nice to know you're so close by
watching over me, or maybe I should say under me. Hee
Hee". Rod chuckled too. "Mom and Dad would be proud
of you. Now be a dear and guide it in for Rod. We
both are more than ready for this to start."

Disgraced and browbeaten under the ludicrous
guise of seeing to her sexual well being, I grasped
and passively guided Rod's heated, and enormously
stiff cock shaft, with its very swollen dick head, to
Judy's obviously wet and well-lubricated twat.

He urgently pushed a bit into her juicy sex then
withdrew a bit, then pushed again. After doing this a
second time, over two thirds of his huge dick was
quickly buried deep in Judy's delectable pussy. A
pussy I had yet to explore, except with my tongue. My
still erect prick pulsed at the sight before me as
well as the thought of the denial that's continued to
be perpetrated on me for the purpose of insuring I
remained a virgin until our wedding day.

Another unexpected circumstance I was not
counting on, being in the position I was in, was the
constant beating my face was going to take from the
movement of Rod's big, loosely hanging, hairy, cum
laden balls.

They bounced and slid and skidded all over my
face. When they weren't flopping over my nose and
lips and eyes, drops of pussy juice freely rained and
dripped on my face and lips and nose, as he pushed and
pulled in his fucking motion. I tried to turn my face
sideways to protect my eyes, nose, and lips from the
lusty rain. However, the confining space between both
of their legs and thighs prohibited me from doing so.
Also, there was no escaping the heat emanating from
the two bodies fucking so hardy, or the pervasive,
but erotic musk scented funky smell of the heated odor
coming from their joined genitals. Also inescapable
was the noisy juicy slurping and sucking sounds
created by the piston action of their coupling. I was
a prisoner of their fervent lovemaking.

This combination of sights, sounds and smells was
maddening. It was having an erotic and very arousing
effect on my aching straining throbbing prick, which I
couldn't reach or touch.

I just wanted to touch it so bad. It dawned on
me then to ask my fiancee to at least hold it for me,
since she could. Her touch would mean so much to me,
and my cock too, at that moment.

"Judy, please hold it for me. M-My cock is
aching so bad." I blurted out pathetically, as I was
indeed in need.

"Not now darling, I'll beat it off for you later.
Right now, just keep your eyes on the education Rod is
giving you on how to fuck me."

Her words really hurt me as I resigned myself to
being in misery, both sexually, physically and
emotionally as I suffered the ordeal they were about
to put me through.

To make matters worse, occasionally, Judy would
lower her bottom such that their joined sexes directly
scrubbed against my face. That meant Rod's balls
stayed in contact with my face more and his wet dick
also made direct contact with my lips and nose. It
slid across my face as it slid in and out of Judy's
very wet and drippy gash.

My face was a mess as each contact of his big wet
cock left trials of wet pussy juice across my nose,
lips and nose.

"OOOOOOOHHH! You're soooooooo gooood Rod! Give
me all your gooooood dick!" Judy cried out
frequently, as she began to moan louder than before.
I could only lay where I was and suffer in silence
waiting for this abject degrading situation to end.

Little did I know that my turn in this position
would last almost two hours. In addition, after rod
shot his first load of semen, only a few drops dripped
on my face before I was told to engage my lips and
tongue in a clean up action. His heated jism was very
gooey and I retrieved most of it with a few moments of
gulping it straight from Judy's messy looking, but
still tasty cunt.

"OOOOOHHHH JAMES! That's soooooo gooooood! Yes!
Suck my pussy! Yeeesssss! Show him you know how to
get his good man stuff out of me! You're Sooooo
gooooood!" Judy cried in an extended wailing moan. I
knew she'd had another orgasm due to my eating
efforts. At least I felt good that I'd given her a
come, even if not in the same manner as her ex-high
school flame.

Since I was being forced to do this in such a
humiliating manner, I hated I enjoyed the taste of her
and especially that I was eating Rod's jism.

By the time my lips left her well-sucked and
gaping cunt, Rod's dick was fully erect and ready for
re-entry. Besides being amazed at his being at the
ready so quickly, I just stared in amazement as it
lingered over my head. I also wondered what he was
waiting for.

"Well! What are you waiting for? He said
looking down at me from his overhead position. He had
a most cruel smirk on his face. After a moment of
confusion, it dawned on me what he wanted. I meekly
reached up and guided his wet dick to where he hadn't
too long ago removed it.

The second bout of fucking really caused the
juices to fly as Judy's cunt got a bit looser from all
the action of Rod's massive fuck ram. Hence, more of
her copious pussy juice was seeking out all around it
as it plunged and pulled in and out her repeatedly.
My face was a mess now. Little did I know it was
going to get worse.

Soon the dripping juices seem to get more syrupy.
It then dawned on me that there probably was some
residual cum deep up in her gash that was being
whipped up and now being forced out in a frothy fluid.
This froth was leaking freely in my mouth and over my
face. I had to swallow since I had to breath more and
more with my mouth, since I had to hold my nose, as
best I could, to keep it from getting clogged.

When Rod came the second time, he kept working
his dick in and out her and his main load was now
getting more frothy and slimier. It was easily
leaking out around his stiff meat and dripping off his
shaft, right onto my face and into my mouth. I was in
a miserable position.

But the real sliming was yet to come when he
withdrew from Judy's well stretched fuck slot. There
was a slight popping noise, and a few moments later a
thick stream of well whipped up, frothy, bubbly, cream
colored, melded pussy juice and jism just poured out
all over my entire face. A good deal went right into
my mouth. It was a miracle I didn't choke on the
thick hot fuck slime.

Rod did feel sympathy and threw me my undershirt
to wipe my face, but I was not allowed to get up. You
see Judy was ready for me to retrieve the rest of
Rod's fuck juices from her cunt. Again, I was able to
provide her with another orgasm with my tongue lashing
and sucking actions.

To make matter even worse for me, at this point
in their sexing, Judy had Rod direct me to lick his
balls and cock clean just as I had been required to do
for her fuck filled snatch.

The above scenario was repeated two more times as
Rod came a total of four times. He gave my fiancee a
very respectable load of his hot creamy jism, each
time he busted his nuts deep in her very receptive
pussy. The residual outpourings of fuck fluids were
even slimier and more viscous than the one before.

When Judy sat on my face after Rod's final fuck,
I was not only swallowing, but basically eating pussy
goo that had the consistency of clam chowder.


CHAPTER 13 EVENTS FROM OUR ENGAGEMENT: AFTER ROD LEFT

Judy and I were lying back in bed. Her head on
my chest and my arm around her shoulder. We were
discussing the event that had taken place earlier in
this same room, my bedroom.

We were both quiet and deep in thought at the
moment. My thoughts were on how I couldn't seem to get
through to her how humiliating her actions were to me.
Judy's thoughts, on the other hand were totally
centered on the thrills she got from Rod's dicking
efforts and my tonguing action. Needless to say, I
was quite frustrated with her since I perceived that
she knew what I was trying to say, but was using every
trick to thwart me.

Rod had left over an hour ago, and Judy decided
to spend some time with me rather than leave with him.

I was glad I didn't have to look him in the face
when he was leaving. You see, before he left, he
pressed the head of his softer, but still sizable dick
head to my lips and ordered me to milk him.

I sought to protest, but he quickly threatened me
if I didn't suckle his wet, pussy slime covered dick.
To make matters worse, my fiancee chided me to quiet
down and do as I was told.

Her exact words were: "James, please cooperate
and do as the man tells you. After all, it's the
least you can do to thank him for the wonderful way
he's done his part to please my pussy. Your fiancee's
pussy I might add."

Her words really hurt. However, considering what
I'd already been through, I went ahead and did
whatever it took to get this nightmare over with. I
did as `the man' told me to do.

I was still on my back when this happened. Judy
moved so as to observe us. The smile on her face
really tormented me.

After pulling his well-milked dickhead from my
lips, she remounted my face with her heated, well
fucked, oozing snatch. As she sat and settled down on
my face, they had a very wet and lingering passionate
French kiss. Meanwhile my kisser was covered with her
very wet, drippy, and very bruised, warm, soft slimy
pussy meat.

Right after getting off my face after her last
and umpteenth orgasm, Judy slumped back in bed to
delight in the afterglow of the extensive sexing she'd
experienced between Rod's giant dick and my busy
tongue.

Judy only expressed delightful comments and joy
at both Rod's and my role in pleasing her so well.

She was still murmuring praises how good a
fucking she'd gotten as I told her I was going to
clean up the heavy layer of fuck slime that plastered
my face and hair.

"James, remember, don't touch your prick, I'll
take care of that when you come back." She said in a
tired, mellow voice.

When I returned, Judy was still half-awake, and
invited me to join her in bed.

"C'mon, let me have your little man so you can
get your reward for being a good fiance." She said as
she grasped and began to slowly stroke my throbbing
erection. Her soft warm hands felt so good on my hot
meat.

I was still angry with her, but her actions
pushed that temporarily out of my mind as she pulled
on my hard peter.

She pulled my erupting penis and held my
ejaculating penis next to her cunt. I spurted all
over her pussy bush, which was in a messy state of
disarray.

"Don't worry dear, you'll soon have a chance
to put it in like all the other guys do." I felt
delight from the relief she provided me with her
soothing hands, but her words quickly threw cold water
over me. I was back into reality.

"I'm violating our pre-nup agreement by letting
you spurt your jism on my pussy, but since we're so
close to being married and since you were so sweet to
let Rod and I use your bed to fuck, I thought it would
be a nice treat to let you do that. But, you know
that you'll have to suck it off my muff... remember
the pre-nup agreement?"

I was about to protest, but was so frustrated at
the whole scene. I capitulated and moved into
position between her shapely legs and lapped my own
spent semen from around her moist, very warm, gaping
gash. It was easy to see that it was no where as rich
or as copious as Rod's abundant ejaculations.

Judy moaned slightly as my tongue flayed and
lapped at her tender pussy meat. However, she was too
sensitive now for any prolonged oral activity, so she
just allowed me to complete the clean up of my own
emission and then pushed my head away. I suspected
that she just wanted to abuse me one more time and let
me know my place.

I wiped my face on a towel I had with me and
moved back up in the bed to my previous position with
her.

"I hope you're happy now. You know that wasn't
necessary for me to lick my cum..." I was cut off by
her before I could finish speaking.

"Yes it was necessary for you to lick your own
cum up. If you remember, you signed up to lick all
jism from my pussy, whenever you and I are together.
Remember?"

"I-I don't know why you hold that over my head
Judy? Y-You know it's unfair what's being done to
me."

"James, fair is sucking up your own sperm just as
you sucked out Rod's stuff. And just think, you
didn't have to work near as hard since you didn't
shoot as much as he did, did you?"

"Oh Judy, I-I wish you wouldn't keep comparing me
to your o-other men. You know I-I can't compare to
them one on one. It hurts when you do that to me. I
love you, but I wish you'd just let me off the hook
instead of making me your pussy sucking slave. That's
all I am to you, and you know it." I fired back in an
angry tone.

"You're angry aren't you darling? But what you
say is not true. I really do love you, despite your
perceived claim that I'm conspiring to make you look
bad or to hurt you. I just made an observation about
the amount of the cum you shot off versus the same
amount Rod generally shoots off."

"Don't you see how humiliating all this is to me
Judy? And I know Rod will think I-I'm the biggest
wimp and wussy there ever was."

"I don't know about that James sweetie, but there
is one thing he knows."

"What?"

"That he can never love me as much as you do.
When he saw you slurping up his leaking jism straight
from my twat, licking the goo from my inner thighs, as
well as lapping up the wetness from his cock, he knew
you were dedicated in your love for me. He'd told me
earlier in the day that he'd have to see you do that
to convince him that anyone could love me that much.
James Darling, you really demonstrated your love in
the most courageous way."

"You k-know I was afraid n-not to do as y'all
wanted. But Judy, w-why did you tell him to invite me
to clean up his `mess' and the lap his cock and balls
clean? T-That was so... so low of you Judy. H-How c-
can you so-so brazenly humiliate me a-at every turn.
I-I..."

"James darling, you really are getting paranoid
about this humiliation thing aren't you? But to
answer your question, what I did was to add a bit of
sexual excitement to the moment. Rod's ego was
heightened by what you did. Notice how harder he got
after each time he did as I asked him - plus you are
to be credited also, that is by your dick and pussy
licking so well between fucks. But, James, honey,
what you did, and did so obediently I might add, even
if I had to push a bit here and there, really added to
my pleasure."

"J-Judy, I-I can't believe this. Y-You just like
seeing me disgraced in front of your l-lovers. I-I
can't believe all this is really happening to me. The
more we date now, I-I just don't know where this
relationship is going."

"Right to the wedding altar, where all true
lovers should be." She replied in a snap of an
answer.

As we talked further, there was not the slightest
hint of her being apologetic for having had me trapped
under she and her lover's genital as they copulated.
Nor was there the least bit of insinuation there was
anything shameful about me being forced to lick and
suck both of their organs clean of hot, creamy,
sticky, fuck juices between the four bouts of long
fucks Rod imposed on Judy's eagerly receptive pussy.


We took a break from talking and were just lying
back thinking. At least I was. Judy was still
enjoying the afterglow of the heavy sexing she'd been
given. She dozed lightly as I sat up awake.

The two of us were still alone. It felt good to
have her all to myself, even if well fucked by another
man who was better endowed.

However, I was still very angry with Judy. By
the way she clung to me, any outsider would surely see
a couple happily in love with each other and
delighting in a carefree moment. However, my mental
state was far from such a state of idyllic bliss. I
was still stunned by all that I'd undergone in the
last few hours. After I couldn't take the silence any
longer, I spoke.

"Judy, are you awake?"

"Oh yes darling I am. Thanks to you and Rod, I
feel so relaxed and so good inside. Thanks for being
there for me darling. I love you so."

"W-What! H-How can you say that? The more I
think about it, I-I still just can't believe you made
m-me do what you did." I blurted out to her.

"I'm saying that because it's true. For some
strange reason, I don't fully understand, you think
that just because I like you sucking me out after a
guy gives me a great fuck, implies I don't love you.
Nothing is farther from the truth. I love you James.
We're soulmates, remember?"

I looked at Judy as if she was really insane.
She still looked beautiful even if I had a hard time
believing what she had done to me.

"Judy, I-I'm having a hard time handling this
relationship you and I have. You just run all over me
and my feelings, especially when we're in the presence
of Mother, Aunt Jasmine, your parents, and especially
your lovers."

"You know it's not my intent to do that sweetie?
You have to become a little less sensitive to how I
talk to you around others. That's then and this is
now. What matters is that we are by ourselves and as
much in love any two people can be, actually, much
more than the average couple. How many couples can
truthfully say that get the kind of pleasure that you
and I have in this relationship? I have studs that
know how to fuck and put their hot fluids deep in me.
I also have you darling, who is the greatest in
getting another man's hot sticky virile semen out of
my pussy."

"P-Please Judy, lets be serious here. Y-You're
just abusing me, pure and s-simple. Y-You claim you
love me, but you just run roughshod over me a-and make
me do some of the most humiliating of things. I-I
just have a hard time seeing where having your w-well
fucked pussy spread all across my face and eating out
other men's hot jism demonstrates love, especially w-
when I-I'm being extorted into doing so."

"Were you forced to suck my jism flavored pussy
before you found out that it was fucked flavored
snatch steak you were tasting?"

"P-Please Judy, that's not fair. I-I didn't know
any better. Y-You know I-I wasn't sexually
experienced when I did that." I replied in a pathetic
tone as she looked at me with a smirk of a smile on my
face.

"The point, James darling, is that you loved my
dick cream flavored hairpie then. The only thing that
has changed now is that you know how it's made. Also,
you're getting a lot more cream in your creampies, and
between your family and mine - and of course a little
help from a video and a pre-nuptial agreement - we've
all made it easier for you do what you do best to
please me, as well as please your taste for sucking
creamy pussy. Face it darling, you're a natural born
sucker of cocks and creamy cunts."

"J-Judy that hurts. I-I was so excited when we
started dating. I fell madly in love with you. I
just knew things were going to be different. I
thought that at last I could strike out and be a man
of my own, a-and get away from under Mother's loving
and caring, but dominant and dictatorial ways. But it
appears now that I'm just going to be in the same
situation, as I always have, but under your
dictatorial control."

"Are you saying I'm a dictator James?"

"Judy, y-you know you're going to try and have
things your way. Y-You know you have me in a box and
you're pulling all the strings. P-Please Judy, please
don't enslave me. C-Can't you just let me go? Y-You
could convince your family to l-let me off the hook,
you know, with the contract and the video. I-I won't
ever say anything about what's happened." I pleaded
with my beautiful fiancee, as we lay close in each
other's arm.

"Now, now, James, all this is completely
un-necessary. Here suck on my tit while I think about
what you just said. Here, c'mon. Suck on it just
like you're a baby. That's it. You like that don't
you?"

I quickly suckled her delectable tit. The warmth
of being nude with her in such a cuddly way was so
delicious. I often didn't such opportunities to be so
affectionate with Judy in this manner.

"James honey, just suck on my tits, don't try to
talk. Just listen." Judy whispered in my ear as she
held the back of my head to ensure I kept my mouth on
her tit.

"I do really and truly love you. You're the one
that made me fall head over heels in love with you.
It was your innocence, intelligence, easy going
personality, even your wimpiness, and of course your
winning devilish ways with your tongue, that sealed
the deal. I had to have you as mine. James, some of
the other things you're talking about in regard to
your mother... well, you're a mama's boy and you have
to accept that. You need a strong woman to over see
you. It's too late for you to worry about striking
out on your own and being your own man. I want to be
the woman that will be your overseer. You need it, I
want it, my family wants it, and so does your family."

Judy's words were more than I expected as I
enjoyed her tasty tit, even if it was hard for me to
digest what I was being told. However, she didn't let
my head go until she'd finished her assessment of why
she couldn't let me have my freedom.

Before she stopped talking, she made it very
clear that I was hers and that I should give up any
resistance to not becoming her mate. She also
eloquently let me know that she felt it was fair to
subject me to whatever means were at her disposal to
ensure that I continued to show my love as she deemed
proper. She made it quite clear that me showing my
love for her included me being completely tolerant of
her having well hung lovers, and my willingness to
show my support for her, by being there for her with
my tongue ready to taste the results of she and her
lovers' actions.

"Now James, do we understand each other?"

"C-Can't we at least talk about alternatives
to..." I was cut off by her in mid sentence.

"Do we understand each other James? The answer
is yes or no. If you say yes, I know you intend to be
a good husband and helpmate for our happiness. If you
say no, I'll take it that you intend to be obstinate
and don't mean that you love me. It tells me you
intend to break my heart. In that case I'll do
whatever it takes to destroy you, both emotionally and
professionally. Just imagine what it would do to your
career of wanting to be a college professor, if I
released scenes from all those video tapes of you with
Dad and my brothers on the Internet?"

"J-Judy, y-you wouldn't?" I stammered nervously.

"Oh yes I would, not to mention take you to court
and sue you for anything you might ever make in the
future. Also, I wonder would you even survive the
whippings your mom and aunt would give you too. Have
you thought about that?"

I swallowed hard, then silently thought of Mother
and Aunt Jasmine's probable actions. I came to the
conclusion that Judy was probably right about that
too.

"You see my darling, when a woman is in love as
much as I, it's necessary for her to do what needs to
be done. Besides, you've already said you love me
too, and I believe you. I'm just helping you to
express it not only to yourself, but to me and others
too." Judy spoke with such an air of self-assurance
and confidence. It made what she said sound so
correct and hard to argue with, even though I was
having hard time digesting her rationale.

It was obvious that it was hopeless to persuade
Judy. Her mind was made up. I was going to be
enslaved into her loving caring ways.

"Y-Yes Judy, I-I understand." I finally said in
the end, at her persistent badgering to have me submit
to her verbally.

"Uh, J-Judy?"

"Yes James darling?"

"Could you p-please, well at least, promise that
y-you won't u-use... well, won't whip me any more
l-like you did that time in the b-basement?" I
finally got my words out. I knew I looked and sounded
totally pathetic.

"I will only do that again if I think you need it
darling."

"See! That's just what I thought. You're o-out
to abuse me. P-Please Judy! Promise me you won't
do..."

"Sorry, no can do James sweetie. I've already
promised your mom and aunt that I would give you the
same loving care and affection they did, in addition
to my wifely love. I feel obligated to keep my word,
no matter that their definitions of love and affection
includes some aspects of tough love. Which you know
means discipline when you stray from doing what's
required or expected of you."

No matter how I tried, it was hopeless to get a
commitment from my fiancee, and soon wife-to-be, that
she wouldn't subject me to corporal punishment.


CHAPTER 14 EVENTS FROM OUR ENGAGEMENT: More Surprises

In the upcoming months before the wedding, it
became crystal clear that unless I desired to be
totally ruined, I was going to be a submissive cuckold
husband, just as I had basically been a cuckold
fiance, if there is such a thing.

The most pleasant things to have happened was
that I finally finished my dissertation and I obtained
my credentials to qualify for a college teaching job.
Days later I also was accepted for an entry level
teaching position at a local college. These were
bright spots in an otherwise dismal series of events
in the other side of my personal life.

"James dear, it's less than 3 months before the
magic date." Judy said as we sat watching a rented
video at my house. Mom and Aunt Jasmine were out of
town for the weekend.

"Yes I know." I replied without the enthusiasm
one would expect of a happily engaged groom-to-be.
"Judy, are you sure you still want to marry me?" I
replied back.

"Of course silly." She gleefully responded as
she leaned over and kissed me wetly on the lips. "I
just know we're going to be so happy together, despite
your imaginary perceptions that you're going to be
humiliated at every turn."

I just turned and looked at her with a blank
unbelieving stare.

"You're so cute when you look at me like that."
Judy said giggling as she moved closer to me and
leaned her pretty head on my shoulder. "You just
don't know how happy you make me James. Sure, I know
you're a bit uneasy because you're sharing me with
other men, but at least you understand I'm more woman
than you can handle. Does that make it easier for you
to accept me being shared?"

"Judy, I accept that I can't satisfy you like the
others do, but you don't seem to see that I'm
suffering at your and their hands because I, well,
I'm not as endowed nor as big and muscular or as macho
as they are. The other thing is that even though I am
in love with you, I was tricked."

"Darling, I concede you were tricked. But, I
knew if I didn't, I probably wouldn't have gotten you
as mine. I knew you were the guy for me after I
talked to you the second time at the library. I knew I
had to have you. I knew you were the fellow I could
bond with and be the happiest with. I think there is
a stronger chemistry between us now than it was before
you signed the agreement. I believe you know so too,
but just don't want to admit it. You see darling, It
wouldn't be the same for me with some macho type who
could never be true to one woman. But I know you can
be."

Judy's words boosted my self-esteem somewhat, but
I still had yet to get over the fact that no matter
how I looked at our current or future relationship, it
seemed as if I was always going to be on the short end
of the stick.

Judy was right. I did love her in spite of all
she's done to me. Various philosophers have said, in
one way or another, that true love is true, when you
can accept the strengths, as well as the faults or
frailties of the person loved. To some extent that may
explain our apparent love for each other. She loved
me for my weaknesses and I loved her for her beauty
and brains. Unfortunately, she also had a dark lusty
side that has seduced and dominated me in the process.

However, it still was a bit hard to admit to
myself I really loved her despite all I'd been through
because of her.

The most despicable thing is that the more I
sucked her sloppy, creamed in, soft, warm lush pussy,
the more I enjoyed it. My problem was reconciling my
conscience to the fact that it took other men to give
me that perverted pleasure. The paradox was how to
enjoy the former without the latter, i.e., her other
men. But realistically, the latter part of my
argument was apparently going to be a moot point. It
was now obvious, she was going to always have her
other men.

The issue was if I was going to be satisfied, and
resign myself to that fact, or try to fight against
it. The easiest option seemed to be to accept my
humiliation and hoped things got better in the future.
The fighting option seemed bleak in regard to winning
the battle. As far as fighting, the best it seemed
that I could succeed at was getting more battle scars,
rather than actually winning battles.

"I guess I should be happy that you desired me
so. That does make me feel good. But the truth is I
don't have much choice Judy. As your husband, I-I,
well, I'll have to depend on your benevolence as you
lay down the rules." I meekly conceded to my fiancee
as I looked down and spoke softly.

I was capitulating to the uselessness of fighting
Judy, her family, and unfortunately, my family too, in
the battle to subjugate and cuckold me.

"James, darling, you can count on me doing what's
best for us and our marriage." Judy replied elatedly
as she planted a very wet and passionate kiss on my
lips.

If I didn't know it before, it was very clear at
that moment. Judy's facial expression and body
language told it all. It was apparent she was going
to delight in continuing to be the dominant partner
in our relationship and marriage, and of course, as
well as my loving and caring overseer.

The phone rang just as we broke that delightful
kiss of victory for her, and basically defeat for me.

"Hello!" I said picking up the cordless
receiver.

"We're a little busy now. Can she call you back
later?" I replied to the caller. It was Rod calling
for Judy. I was pissed. The nerve of him calling her
at my place. I thought to myself.

"Okay! Okay! Don't get upset. Here she is." I
replied to him as I handed the phone to Judy. Rod got
belligerent at my earlier statement to him. He told
me `Wimp! Give the phone to my whore and stop fucking
around.'

"Hello. Hi Rod! I see you got my message to
call me here." Judy said as she began her
conversation with him. Her giving him my phone number
also ticked me off, but again I could only express
mental anguish.

I could only hear one side of their conversation,
but Judy didn't make the least bit of effort to shield
me from it. In fact she snuggled up right next to me
as they talked. Of course that disturbed me, but I
knew there wasn't much that I could do about it.

I tried not to pay attention to their
conversation, but rather tried to concentrate on the
movie we'd started watching earlier. However, there
were bits and pieces that seemed to refer to me. I
was sure it wasn't complimentary, so I didn't try to
figure out what was going on.

A few minutes later, Judy hung up the phone.
Rather than talk about the conversation with Rod, she
too concentrated on the movie and we watched it until
it was over.

"James, dear, remember you mentioned rules
earlier?" She asked as we snuggled closer after a
brief discussion on the merits of the movie.

"Oh, uh, yes." I said, caught somewhat off guard
by her switching subjects.

"Well, darling, one rule is that you're to always
give me the phone if a man calls and ask for me, no
matter where or when they call. Other times, if I'm
not available, take a message, no matter what it is,
and you are to be sure that I get it. Okay?" She
spoke low and in an emotionless monotone. It was
obvious that she meant for me to understand the
seriousness of her statement. Her facial expression
was one of malevolent smugness. I was almost scared
by it.

"Uh, O-Okay, I'll remember." I stammered as I
meekly replied. She'd softly put me in my place.

"Good. At least we have that out of the way.
Now on to something else I've been meaning to talk to
you about." Judy's tone of voice became warmer as she
went on to discuss she and Rod's high school romance
back in high school. I didn't want to hear anymore
about it, but I kept silent and listened. I could
only wonder where this was all going.

"Rod is going away for a few years on business,
to a foreign country. He wants me to abide by a
promise I made to him in senior high."

"That seems an awfully long time for someone to
demand someone to keep and honor a promise made as
young teenage lovers. After all, it's been over seven
years. What is this silly promise?"

Her answer caused me to jump straight up.

"WHAT!" I surprised even myself at the
involuntary level I raised my voice when Judy revealed
the nature of the promise.

"Yes James, I promised him that someday I'd have
his baby. Even though we thought he and I'd be
married to each other when I made that promise, he
convinced me that just because we're not, shouldn't
stand in our way.

"James, you're the love of my life. However, I
also have some lesser emotional feelings for Rod too.
Since he's going away, he wanted to leave me a
treasured momento and he's decided that it should be
his baby. Even though not as strong as my deep
emotional and intimate feelings for you, I'd still
like to express my emotional feelings for him, and to
him, by having his child.

"You also might be interested to know that he
said even though you're wimpy, he's impressed by your
love for me and thinks you'd do good helping me to
raise his son or daughter. He wants you to be the
child's daddy."

I sat with a blank stare on my face, not
believing a word I heard from Judy's lovely and
delectable lips. She went on.

"James, for him to give us such a priceless gift
is precious to me. I know it'll be such a pretty baby
with his and my features. You'll be the daddy of our
beautiful daughter or our handsome son."

Judy went on and on about the goodness of being
the mother of her old flame's child.

"James, Rod and I both agreed on one thing. That
if you loved me as much as you say you do, you'll give
he and I your blessings for him to inseminate me
before you and I are married in three months."

"J-Judy, p-please tell me this is a joke."

"This is no joke darling. He wants to do me and
I want him to also." Her eyes had that dead serious
look in them. I knew then I was in deeper trouble
than I'd ever imagined.

I pondered my next move nervously. I was in a
cold sweat as I tried to think of all sorts of things
to say to turn this potentially devastating incident
around. I ended up doing what I was most familiar with
doing.

I knelt before her pleading for her not to honor
her silly high school promise. I soon found my self
with hands folded, as if in prayer, groveling before
her. I begged my fiance not to consider letting Rod
inseminate her, and in the process, cuckold me even
more severely than I'd ever imagined. I didn't know
what else to do. I was devastated. The next thing I
knew I had laid my head in her lap and my eyes were
watery at the thought of this latest bout of utter
humiliation about to be imposed on me.

"C'mon, James, it won't be that bad. So what if
I'll be walking to the altar carrying Rod's baby.
When we leave the altar as man and wife, it'll be our
baby then. Rod has no intentions of laying claim to
the baby. Okay? Does that make you feel better?"
Judy said as she hooked her left leg around my back as
she pulled me even tighter to her. She then started
rubbing my bowed head.

Her words, which I took were suppose to be
conciliatory, really pained me. My soft sobs were now
evident.

"That's okay baby, go ahead and weep. It'll do
you good to wash your eyes out." Judy said softly,
but in a sort of warm motherly tone. The thing that
didn't help was that the implication of me crying was
useless to stop her, but that it would do me some
good. I only felt worse at the thought of having to
be so utterly and blatantly disgraced by what she and
Rod were planning to do.

Judy kept trying to comfort me with words of
consolation. She said that I'd soon get over the fact
that I wasn't the biological father and that when the
baby starts calling me daddy, I'd feel so much better.
Her words were truly bittersweet, and mostly bitter in
my state of mind.

It was then I felt the toes of her other bare
foot moving around my crotch. It was when she made
contact with my prick. I believe she and I both
became aware of its stiffness at the same time. I
wasn't even cognizant of my erection, in my distraught
state of mind.

"Whoa! What have we here! You have a woody!
James, did you get all hot and bothered from all that
talk about me getting preggy from Rod and making you a
daddy?" Judy said in an elevated gleeful tone.

Before I could move she was massaging my
straining stiff prick through the thin knit fabric of
the casual jogging pants I wore. I tried to move, but
it only seemed to trap her foot even more tightly in
my crotch because of the way I was sitting, and also
due to the way she had me clamped with her left leg.

Judy also had one arm around my head, and was
holding my right hand with her other free hand. As I
sought to free myself, she instantly gripped me
tighter with her leg and hands. It was then I really
discovered how strong she really was. I knew she was
into gymnastics and did some Judo occasionally, but
she really had a rather tight grip on me. I was held
fairly immobile by her.

My right hand was not free either, as it was
clamped against my body by her left leg. I squirmed
as I tried to break free.

"Why James, I think your body has given you away.
You're saying one thing, but your little weenie is
singing another tune. You feel mighty stiff down
there." Judy spoke with a big smile as I looked up at
her from my position, where she held my head and body
in a vise grip. Her leg even seem to draw tighter
around my back.

"You know what Jamie, I think you'd like Rod to
knock me up and have me walking down the aisle all
dressed in lacy white to become your new bride. All
this talk about humiliation being dumped on you is a
ruse. It feeds your sex drive, doesn't it darling? I
didn't put it all together before now. The hard-on
you got when Rod was fucking me wasn't just from the
sight of he and I, it was because he was doing it and
you were forced to watch it the way you did."

"P-Please Judy, don't call me Jamie. You know I
hate being called that. A-And y-you're wrong, I-I'm
not driven b-by what y-you say."

"Oh, are you sure? I feel your little rod trying
to break out of your pants. It's so stiff. Maybe I'll
have a baby from Judd, or maybe Jeffrey too. What do
you think about that?"

"P-Please! S-Stop Judy!" I urgently implored my
forceful and mischievous wife-to-be. I was fighting
the rhythmic and delightful stroking of her foot and
toes against my aching cock. I knew I couldn't hold
back if she kept up her pace. I was so surprised at
how skillful her toes functioned as fingers, as they
caressed, as well as stroked and massaged my small,
but very stiff prick.

"Or maybe, a black baby from Joe to call you
daddy would suit you better." She moaned most
sensuously.

It was at that point that I shuddered and made a
last ditch effort to hold back. I didn't want to make
a mess in my shorts. But before I knew it, I'd
reached the point of no return and spurted all my pent
up jism like I'd never shot off before. My release
was so strong and pleasurable. I also trembled in a
way I can't remember doing before.

Judy continued to move her toes in a circular
manner increasing the likelihood that the sticky jism
in my shorts would soak through and result in a very
visible damp spot on my jogging pants.

"Did you come good darling? You're the first guy
I ever got off with my toes. That was neat. We must
do it again some time. My! My! Look at the size of
that damp spot on your pants. Why you must've shot a
lot of cum. You did enjoy our little discussion.
Maybe I should call Rod and tell him about..."

"N-No! No! J-Judy p-please d-don't call him. L-
Let's talk please. Let m-me clean u-up first and I-
I... I-I'll be right back." I stammered away teary
eyed, totally embarrassed, and in a nervous fit, as I
rushed off to clean up, change clothes and compose
myself.

The broad smirking smile on Judy's face added to
my misery as I rushed from the room.

When I returned, Judy still wore a bright smile
that seemed to say "I got you just where I want you
now". The smug serenity on her face just added to my
misery.

"Feel better darling?" Judy said in a sensuous
tone. She still had that slight, but wicked beaming
smile.

"Judy that wouldn't have happened if y-you had
stopped when I told you to."

"James honey, are you telling me that you
didn't like me getting you off?"

"It's not that, it's, er, w-well, it's just that
it was embarrassing to c-come in my pants like that.
A-And with you rub-rubbing me that way afterwards...
W-Why didn't you take it out like you've done before?
I-I think you meant to embarrass me. W-Why do you do
me this way?" My voice cracked and was wavering as I
spoke.

"C'mon over here my baby. You look so cute when
you pout like that."

"P-Please Judy, this is no laughing matter. You
get a thrill f-from abusing me don't you? That's
mean."

"I'm not mean, maybe a little mischievous.
However, aren't you're the one who seems to be getting
a cheap thrill?" She said with her smug smile still
intact.

"O-Of course not!" I tried to sound as defiant
as I could under the circumstances.

"Then why would you get a raging hard-on, when
the woman you say you love deeply, tells you she's
thinking about getting another man to make you the
daddy of his baby? And to add to the irony, he wants
to knock me up just in time for our wedding day."

"It-It w-wasn't because of t-that. It w-was
because I-I was close to you. Y-You know how excited
I-I get from being around..."

"Liar! Come look me in the face and tell me
that. Or was it because you liked the idea of me
having a black baby for you to be the daddy of too?"
Her slight chuckle after she spoke really got to me.
I knew I couldn't let that happen. I had to try and
stay in control.

"R-Really J-Judy, t-this is not germane to the
real issue here. The real issue is that it just
doesn't make sense for you to have Rod's baby because
of a silly high school promise made when you two were
teenagers."

"You think it's wrong to keep a promise?"

"Please J-Judy, y-you can't be serious about
this? A-And I can't believe Rod has that kind of
control over you. Y-You just want to do it to abuse
me again in the worse way. Why don't you release me
from my commitment to marry you? J-Judy, w-why do you
want to bury me in shame?"

"I love you James. I have no intentions to bury
you in shame or humiliation. You should think of it
as me giving you an opportunity to let everyone know
just how deep and un-selfish your love is for me. Who
can argue with you about the depth of your love for
me, if they, and you know that I'm having another
man's baby and you accept it as ours?"

"What! J-Judy t-that is all twisted around. You
know people are going to call me a fool. A-And worse,
they'll call you terrible names, l-like slut or
tramp."

"James, I won't like it, but I can live with
that. Besides, being called a fool is less derogatory
than being called a slut or a tramp. Don't you think?
Therefore since I'll be labeled with the greater
shame, you'll not only be disgraced less than me, but
will have the sympathy of others, and will be looked
upon as proving your love in ways few men do, or have
done before willingly. Just think, you'll be looked
upon as a hero husband, and me a fallen wife. A
fallen wife who you've stooped to help rise back up
and make decent again."

The extent of Judy's illogic was so profound that
I was in awe of its twisted nature, but potential
believability. She continued to talk on. I just sat
in wonderment and listened. I listened and thought
deeply.

I was truly in a quandary as to what to do about
this situation. Digging into my knowledge of
philosophy, gamesmanship, and even military strategy,
I came up with an idea. The strategy, while more of
a bluff than anything else, might succeed in changing
my fiancee's mind.

CONTINUED FROM PART 4


I decided that it was time to stop being weak
kneed and stand firm up against Judy's effort to
hopelessly cuckold, dominate, and disgrace me. I
remembered the saying that a strong offense was the
best defense. I hoped by being firm, I could at
least get her to be more reasonable and come to her
senses.

If she was really intent on having the baby by
Rod, then nothing I do would deter her. However,
surely she must have some moral consciousness about
what was fair and afford me some respect as the man
she was truly in love with.

I would be counting on that respect to come
forth if I stood up to her on a significant issue
such as this. I was assuming that she'd seen me cave
in too many times, and simply lost respect for me
along the way. So my plan was not to passively agree
to her blatant scheme of having Rod's baby.

I also thought that maybe she was just bluffing
and all this was just a test to see if I had the
courage to stand up to her. I began feeling very
confident that a firm stand and personal resolve
would turn the tide for me. Therefore, I figured if
she saw me with more backbone, she wouldn't try to
run over me as she literally had talked of doing.

I figured I had nothing to lose, and could only
increase my esteem in her eyes. After all, I thought
I'd already hit rock bottom in respect to being
browbeat and downtrodden by her, her family, and my
own family.

CHAPTER 15 EVENTS FROM OUR ENGAGEMENT: A Strategy of
Strength

I decided to get Judy and I fresh drinks before
I sprung my strategy of exhibiting strength before
her.

"Thank you James darling, you make a great
highball."

"Thanks." I said with an air of confidence.

"James, I'd like for you to call Rod and talk to
him about this situation too. I think he'll back me
up in saying that if you truly love me, you'll agree
to me having his baby."

"Of course he will, what do you think I am Judy?
A fool! Listen, this silly idea of yours and his is
dead on arrival with me!" I said raising my voice
for emphasis. "You're not going to have his baby!
If you're going to have anybody's baby, it'll be
mine! Understand?"

"James! What on earth is the matter with you?
Why are you raising your voice and talking to me in
that tone?" Judy said with some alarm in her voice.

So far so good, I thought to myself. I assumed
that my show of strength was having the desired
effect.

"Now, Judy my love, I won't be calling Rod,
because Rod can go to hell with his crazy idea. I be
damn if he's going to dictate to me that he can knock
my future wife just because he wants too." I said in
a brazen cocky confident tone. I continued to be
even cockier. "Just because he's going to be out of
the country for a long time is no reason to leave us
his little bastard to remind either of us of him.
Sure, he's bigger than me, but that doesn't mean I
have to give into him, and neither do you, even if he
does have a bigger cock."

"I see. James, I need to think about all
you've said. Would you please make me another drink
and excuse me, while I go freshen up." Judy spoke in
a much less belligerent, but in more of a softer
monotone voice.

As I made a new batch of drinks, I felt
extremely confident that my strategy was working very
well and that maybe this whole relationship might be
turning around because of my ingenuity. I savored
the subdued way Judy was acting before leaving the
room. However, as with many things in my life, me
patting myself on the back was somewhat premature.

When Judy returned, she was indeed a different
person, but not the persona I was expecting.

"Well James, I've thought about all you've said
and I've made up my mind as to what needs to be done.
That is, if you haven't changed your mind and decided
to call Rod as I asked you earlier."

"Not by a long shot, Judy my love." I said in a
caviler gleeful tone, without even turning around to
face her.

My back was to Judy as she entered the room. I
was still mixing the drinks and feeling an air of
confidence I'd never experienced outside of my
daydreams.

"Then, that means I guess I'll have to try and
persuade you, love." Judy's voice had a different
tone than what I expected. I had just picked up our
two drinks and had started to turn around when I
heard this unexpected noise.

"Whooosh!"

"SMACK!"

I heard this second louder noise at the same
time I felt the impact of something hitting my
thighs. It seemed to cut right through my knit
jogging pants. The pain was immediate. I fell to
the floor. The two drinks I held went tumbling in
the air.

"OUCH!" I heard myself cry out almost
simultaneously and as unexpectedly. As I hit the
floor, It was then that I saw Judy standing over me
with one of mother's home made whipping instruments.

I'd only been whipped once with the monster Judy
held in her hand. I was a teen at the time. The
whipping instrument was a homemade device guaranteed
to inflict pain. It was a thick, but skinny black
automobile fan belt. The handle was a loop of the
belt itself, that was taped together to make it so
that it wouldn't slip as it was being used. It had
weight and flexibility. It was perfect for whipping
and inflicting pain.

Realizing my plight quickly, I sought to scamper
away from my tormentor.

"So love, just as your mom said you would, you
do need some behavior correction from time to time.
Well, I can tell you that those few credits you've
got on the books from the demo whipping I gave you
earlier, won't help much, because you need quite a
bit of persuasion to compensate for your unruly
`mannish' behavior."

""J-Judy! P-Please dear... T-This is-is not the
way t-to handle our problems. L-Let's sit d-down and
talk a-about..."

"Whooosh!"

"SMACK!"

"OUCH!" Judy had swung again at me so fast and
made contact with my upper thigh so quickly I was
stunned. Her actions were like a blur. I tried to
scamper further away, but soon heard the noise of the
fan belt cutting through the air again.

"Whooosh!"

"SMACK!"

This time she caught me on my upper butt. The
blow stung severely, even through the pants I wore.
The impact also caused me to loose my footing. Before
I knew it, she was right on top of me. Escape was
almost impossible now as she quickly sat down on my
back, facing my feet, and proceeded to rain lash
after lash on my upturned buttocks. I was pinned
down. Her weight was on my back and I couldn't move
no matter how I tried to turn and roll. She'd
braced her feet to either side of me. It was next to
impossible for me to get up.

Judy had 2 inches of height on me, but
apparently was also much stronger than I.

"OUCH!"

"Whooosh!"

"SMACK!"

"OUCH!"

"Whooosh!"

"SMACK!"

OUCH! OUCH! P-PLEASE! SOB! OUCH! PLEASSSEEE!
Don't... SOB!... PLEASSSSEEE Don't Hit me again. L-
Let's talk! SOB! PLEASE!." I was begging and
crying. I was crying and begging. Neither seemed to
deter her from lashing me with a vengeance.

Judy's shouts to me, her increased breathing
sounds - that is from exerting herself by lashing me
so hard - and the steady rhythmic swinging and
impacting of the fanbelt created a terrifying blend
of sounds.

"So... Gasp!" "Whooosh!" "SMACK!" You don't
want to be cooperative with me... Gasp! Then that
means you need a little "Whooosh!" "SMACK!" Attitude
correction and adjustment to... "Whooosh!" "SMACK!"
persuade you of your responsibility... "Gasp!"... to
be at one with your wife. "Whooosh!" "SMACK!" "Gasp!"

I was in pain in the worse way. I thought
things couldn't get any worse, but it was then that
she bared my butt by pushing down my jogging pants.
The first lash on my naked flesh caused me to buck
even higher than before. What a difference that thin
layer of knit fabric made. My legs were flaying
around in all different directions as I tried to get
leverage to get from under her. It was to no avail,
as she even struck my legs and thighs with that
infernal fanbelt, when they got in her way. The pain
was intense.

"OUCH!...

"Whooosh!" "SMACK!"

"PLEASE!... SOB!... JUDY!... SOB!... NO! NO!
OUCH!"

"Whooosh!" "SMACK!"

"OUCH!... PLEASE! STOP!... PLEASE! OUCH!...
PLEASE! HAVE... OUCH!... MERCY ON ME! PLEASE!"

"Whooosh!" "SMACK!"

"OUCH! NO MORE! OUCH! I-I'll... SOB! W-WILL DO
ANYTHING YOU WANT!..."

"Whooosh!" "SMACK!"

"OUCH! I-I'LL... OUCH! DO IT! PLEASSSEE!
OUCH! NO MORE!" My arms flayed in all directions as
I tried to grab something to try and pull myself away
from under Judy. The effort was totally useless. I
also beat the floor in front of me with my fists. I
was frantic and the pain was great. I had to do
something to help me dissipate the pain that was
emanating from my rear and seemingly radiating
through my whole body.

"Whooosh!"

"SMACK!"

"OUCH!"

"Whooosh!"

"SMACK!"

"OUCH!"

I was a crying slobbering mess, but my fiancee
went on at least another 30 seconds as I continuously
conceded I'd do anything she wanted of me.

Finally she stopped. Even though she did, my
bottom was so well bruise and stinging, it quivered
all by itself as I sought to move it to quell the
fiery blaze that seem to emanate from it. I don't
think but one whipping I got from either my mom or
aunt came close to the one my fiancee had just given
me.

"Gasp!... Now listen to me James. Did I
Gasp!... hear you say you'll... Gasp!... do all I
asked of you?" She asked of me as she was trying to
catch her breath.

"Y-Yes... Sob!" I replied sobbing and
slobbering uncontrollably.

By the time she let me up, I'd capitulated on
everything I was fighting against. I was back to
being the wimp I was before, and with the throbbing
pain in my rear to boot. I knew I'd been whipped
thoroughly.

"James, if you won't tell them, I won't tell
your mom and aunt about your need for this little
scolding. Is that okay, or do you want them to know?
I wonder if they may give you another whipping also?"
Judy said in a smug tone.

"N-NO! Sob! Please d-don't... Sob!... t-tell
them." I replied softly sobbing. I suspected she was
correct in her assumption.

We both now knew she again had the upper hand
and her position was even stronger than before in our
relationship. We both knew I wouldn't be trying to
assert myself for a very, very long time, if at all.
I'd been thoroughly beaten and knew it.

Judy sat back and rested after her workout of
beating my ass black and blue. I laid on the floor
whimpering and sobbing, right where she left me. I
was thankful for the lashing to have stopped, but it
was obvious that not only had my strategy failed, it
had failed miserably.

"Whew! That took some effort James darling.
But it was worth it to give you the treatment you
needed for your mannishness. Your mom said it would
pop up from time to time. But don't worry, I'll
gladly take care of it for you. That is, when you
need help in ridding yourself of such fits of macho-
ness. Doesn't it feel good to be your old self
again?"

"O-Oh Judy, w-why... sob!... d-did you have to
Sob!... Have to hit so... Sob!... h-hard?" I
stammered as I sobbed and whimpered like a baby.

It took a long while for me to quiet down and
stop sobbing. My rear was still a blaze of pain.
Judy demanded I come across her lap so as to rub
ointment onto my bruised and swollen bottom. I
refused at first but when she insisted, I knew I had
little choice as she held up the ointment and pointed
to her lap.

While I was making drinks earlier, she'd
apparently snuck down to the basement and brought up
the fanbelt whip and ointment.

"Ouch! P-Please Judy, don't rub so hard. It
hurts." I cried out as I once again lay across my
fiancee's lap like a small child.

"Keep your hands away and let me do just as your
mom showed me how. Remember the ointment must be
rubbed in real good to do its job of reducing the
swelling, and to heal these welts. By the way,
aren't you going to thank me for treating you so
quickly to rid you of that attack of mannishness and
trying to be a macho asshole?"

"P-Please Judy, I-I'm just not in the m-mood
to..."

"James darling, it doesn't take much to be
mannerly and say a simple thank you. You use to be
much more polite than that. Maybe you need a bit
more treatment from our little friend here to get you
back to being your old self." Judy's tone was
serious, yet it had a bit of eagerness that scared
me.

"N-NO! No More! T-Thank you Judy f-for h-
helping me g-getting o-over being m-mannish. Thanks
so much for helping m-me be my old self a-again." I
stammered and stumbled over my words until I got out
what I knew she wanted to hear.

"Now that sounds like your old self, confident
and yet mannerly. Now darling, if you ever feel an
attack coming on again, just let me know and I'll get
our friend here, Mr. Fanbelt, or another of its
friends, and try to cure you of the malady, no matter
how much it tires me out laying into your rear.
Understand?"

"Y-Yes Judy, I-I understand." I mentally moaned
and sighed as I replied and winced from her continued
ointment rub down of my still aching rear end. I
knew with a fair amount of certainty that me ever
trying to exhibit any sort of manly control in this
relationship was gone forever.

I was almost as glad for Judy to stop the
ointment rub down as I was her whipping of me.
However, the rough massage did seem to help the pain
in my bottom. She allowed me to re-dress. She then
directed me to clean up the spilled drinks.

Later, she cuddled me to her, not so much like a
lover, but more as a child she was consoling. I
found it difficult to look in her radiant, but
beautiful smug smiling face. I was her subjugated
wimp now, without question, and we both knew it.

After a bit of trying to convince me that she
did me a favor by whipping me, she finally got back
around to what caused her to beat my ass in the first
place. I dreaded this moment was coming.

"James, now that we've discussed this, I want
you to call Rod and discuss it with him. After all,
it's him that wants to hold me to my promise and have
his baby for us. He's convinced me why I should let
him plump me up. I want you and he to have a man to
fiance talk, so he can convince you. Maybe you'll
persuade him not to do me. Anyway, call him darling.
This is a good time, as his wife is out of town
visiting her mother."

I picked up on the fact that my fiancee didn't
afford me the respect of referring to me as a man,
when she talked of a `man to fiance talk'. However,
I figured it was best if I didn't say anything
inflammatory that would cause her to get Mr. Fanbelt
talking again.

I dialed Rod as she instructed, not having the
slightest idea of what I was going to say. It was a
most miserable feeling. Below is the narrative of my
conversation with him - the best I remember it.

PHONE CONVERSATION WITH ROD:

Rod: "Hello"

Me: "R-Rod?"

Rod: "Yeah! It's me. Hey isn't this James?"

Me: "Uh, y-yes."

Rod: "Well, what does Judy's wimp want at this time of
night. You're lucky my wife is out of town or I'd be
real pissed at you disturbing me now. You aren't by
chance calling for Judy are you?"

Me: "Uh, w-well, y-yes."

Rod: "Well shrimp, what do you want? You call to tell
me you want to suck my dick again, or is it about me
filling your new, soon-to-be bride's tummy with my
baby? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

What he said and how he said it, as well as the
sound of his laughter really made me angry.

Me: "L-Listen Rod, t-there's no need to be sarcastic
a-and to p-put me down. B-But listen, the reason I-I
called is about this b-baby promise."

Rod: "Good! I want to knock your bitch up and give
y'all a personal wedding present from me. Judy was
mine first and I thought she should have something of
a personal momento from me, since she's going to get
her name changed soon."

Me: "B-But a baby. T-That's so much to ask of a ..."

Rod: "Listen wimp! That's what I want! Plus, you
know she wants me to plump her up too. A woman wants
to get knocked up by a man with a slab of dick meat
she can feel putting the juice to her, as he stretches
her and probes the bottom of her cunt... not a bird
dick like yours, that she can't even feel."

Me: Rod, I-I know you've got it o-over me when it c-
comes to s-sex... a-and that y-you're the better man
in bed... b-but p-please don't do this to us. W-Would
you release her from her promise... please?"

My voice trembled and I was nervous and sweating.
I pleaded desperately with my fiancee's old high
school flame. Judy, who was sitting beside me, seemed
to be smugly enjoying my miserable plight.

Rod: "Sorry shrimp, I told Judy I wanted her to tell
you about this. I didn't want it to be a surprise to
you that I wanted her off the pill and unprotected.
I'm going to be boning her hard and deep over the next
few weeks. I'm going to be doing some serious baby
farming. I'm gonna plant my seed deep in her fertile
juicy twat patch. Anyway, by now, you know she wants
my baby. You know I'm not forcing her to do anything
she doesn't really want to do. Since you claim you
love her so much, you'll accept what she wants to do.
And you must love her from all the stuff I've seen you
submit to. Stuff I'd never do for the love of any
bitch. Well anyway, that's another story. But listen
wimp, the reason she and I talked about being open
with you... and you should appreciate us being open.
Don't you?"

Me: "Uh, w-well, I-I guess so."

Rod: "Good! The reason is that if she has my kid and
you gonna be the daddy, I want to make sure its
treated no differently than if it was your own kid. I
expect my kid to have loving and caring parents and a
warm loving home environment. Understand where I'm
coming from wimp?"

Me: "R-Rod p-please don't call me wimp. L-Look, is
it m-money you want? I-I don't have much..."

Rod: "Fuck you! Money ain't the issue! Now listen to
me! You listening!"

Me: "Uh, y-yes Rod, I-I am."

Rod: "Since it's a foregone conclusion I'm gonna fuck
your slut bride-to-be and fill her up for you by your
wedding day, do you promise to be a good daddy to my
baby and be a good husband to her too? I-I want to
hear you say it exactly like that, word for word."

Me: "Is it-it really necessary for m-me to..."

Rod: "Damn right! Do as I say wimp or I'm gonna make
it a point to whip your ass good the next time I'm in
town, which, by the way, will be in three days."

Me: "O-Okay! I-I-I promise to b-be a good d-daddy to
your b-baby a-and a g-good husband to Judy t-too." I
replied stammering nervously and out of fright at this
new threat. To my chagrin, Judy's face lightened up
into an even brighter smile as she heard my words.

Rod: "That's better. Isn't it wonderful when a loving
couple reaches consensus on an issue. I'll see y'all
in a few days. Is Judy there?"

Me: Y-Yes."

Rod: "Give her the phone."

I meekly handed Judy the receiver as I slumped
back defeated and knowing that I was going to be
cuckolded in the worse way, even before my wedding.

After Judy hung up, she let me know me that I
would have a fighting chance to stop her from getting
impregnated with Rod's baby. My eyes opened wide in
anticipation of this bit of good news.

"Darling, Rod said he'd permit you to be my
natural oral birth control. He thought it only fair
to give you a fighting chance to thwart his plan for
me. He says if you're effective at preventing me from
becoming pregnant with your mouth, he'll not bother us
again about keeping my commitment to him. I really
think that's very fair of him, don't you James
darling?"

I said nothing but hung my head in utter
disappointment at her statement.

I'm not the dumbest person in the world. I knew
losing this battle only opened me up to losing it
again if she wanted a baby from Jeffrey and/or Judd.
At least they were white, and even if cuckolded, at
least we, or at least I, could claim they looked like
distant relatives.

Even though the baby from Rod wouldn't look like
me, at least it would be white. Maybe Judy's threat
of a black baby was just that. A black baby would be
the ultimate symbolism of cuckoldry and represent a
great measure of utter humiliation and disgrace to me.
Maybe things were going to be bad for me with her
having other men's kids, but at least I should be
thankful if they were all white.

Her threat to me earlier of a black baby had
of course caught me off guard. However, I couldn't
explain me having such an intense climax at the very
mention of being the daddy of a black baby. It
worried me later at the implication she'd made of the
incident. However, I didn't have time or wanted to
even think about that for the moment. I had my hands
full worrying about being the committed daddy of
another man's white baby.


CHAPTER 15 EVENTS FROM OUR ENGAGEMENT: Just In Time
For The Wedding.

True to this word, Rod inseminated Judy. I really
put my best sucking efforts into vacuuming up every
bit of his viscous, cream colored spermy fluids from
her pussy. I of course knew I didn't have much chance
of preventing her insemination. But since Judy had
expected me to be a sucker, literally, for them
anyway, I thought I'd give it my best. After all,
sucking up his abundant loads of rich semen was the
only tool I had to fight with in this battle.

Each time he and Judy mated, they insisted I be
there and in the same up close position I'd been in
the first time they had sex in my bedroom. Nothing I
said could deter them from wanting me in that abject
degrading position, while my bride-to-be was being
inseminated.

"James darling, I want it to be said that you
were very close by when our first born was conceived."
Judy said with total sincerity. Rod only smirked and
chuckled at her words.

As I manned my position, I was again inundated
and drenched with flying and drizzling fuck juices.
Rod's loads were so copious. I almost knew from the
start that with his deep injections into Judy's womb,
she couldn't help but get pregnant. Over the 12 or so
times they coupled for the express purposes of him
impregnating my fiancee, I ate huge quantities of his
hot gooey ejaculate, melded with her abundant pussy
juices.

Within five weeks of her first insemination
coupling with Rod, Judy was announced pregnant. I was
sad and yet glad. Sad because I would forever be
cuckolded by the actions of those two, but glad that I
didn't have to any longer be drenched in their fuck
juices and be a prisoner of the hot, humid, dripping
copulation grotto between their coupled sex organs. I
was also sad because, everyone still held me to my
commitment to be a virgin on our wedding day. Hence,
still only my tongue could invade her delectable
snatch, even though she was fully knocked up by
another man in time for our wedding.

The other sad thing was that Judy didn't hide any
of these activities from either her family or mine.
Also even sadder was that both of our families
fervently supported her fulfilling her commitment to
Rod. It really hurt to be chided by my mother and
aunt for not wholeheartedly supporting my wife-to-be
in keeping her pledge to her old high school flame.

Both my family and hers, without the slightest
bit of reservation or hesitancy, agreed that Judy and
Rod would make a prettier grand baby for them than one
by she and I. Both families seemed surprised at my
recalcitrance on this whole matter.

When our wedding day came, Judy marched down the
aisle toward me at the altar, dressed so exquisitely
in an expensive, lacy white wedding gown, with a long
white satin train. She was so beautiful, even if she
was almost two months pregnant with the child of
another man, when we said "I do".

I also wasn't happy in the least about Judy
wanting me to ask Jeffrey, Judd, and Joe to be my best
men. Mind you, I didn't say best man, but best men.
She wanted all three of them there standing there with
us at the altar. I was glad Rod had already left on
his trip abroad. I'm sure if he hadn't, Judy would've
probably insisted he be there too.

I was rather upset at her for demanding I do
that, but she reminded me that I'd promised to be
cooperative, otherwise, it was apparent that I needed
an `anti-mannishness' treatment. That caused me to
calm down and be passively cooperative.

It also hurt for me to ask her three lovers to
participate as best men, as she requested of me. I was
not only incensed at doing so, but was beyond
embarrassment when I did so.

Being almost 2 months pregnant didn't cause Judy
to show significantly in her wedding dress, but there
was a slight bulge. However, before her walk down the
aisle, she'd already eagerly revealed to all her
friends that she was expecting. I was around several
of her girlfriends when she told them at the wedding
rehearsal party. Almost in the same breath she let
them know that my virginity was still in tack.

This led to her friends snickering as well asking
her or speculating as to who the father was. Her
answer, "You'll find out when the baby is born." Such
talk, with me being present, caused me all sorts of
embarrassment and facial contortions. Nothing I said
to Judy would deter her from making me more miserable
or looking foolish. She only kept reassuring me that
I looked like a hero in her friend's eyes.

"James darling, just as I told you, all my
friends think very highly of you that you haven't
deserted me just because I'm pregnant with another
man's baby. They look upon you as an honorable man.
You're a hero, just like I said you'd be. If anything,
they're gossiping about me in a negative manner, not
you."

The other embarrassing part of the wedding was in
the public statements of affection and commitment we
made to each other. I didn't want to say anything,
since I was basically a coerced partner. However,
mother and Aunt Jasmine wouldn't hear of that.

I complained about the words virgin or virginity
being used in the original statement that was written
for me.

"James, tell you what, if we don't use virgin or
virginity, will that make you happy and stop your
complaining?" Aunt Jasmine asked.

I replied in the affirmative, confident I'd won a
minor concession in getting back some of the manly
respect due me. After all, a man doesn't go around
shouting he's a virgin and hasn't had intercourse
before, especially at his wedding.

I promised them that I'd stop complaining and
memorize the new statement since they removed any
reference to the word virgin.

I don't know why I can't ever win especially when
going up against Mother or Aunt Jasmine, or Judy for
that matter. The rewritten statement was per our
agreement, but it still embarrassed me. However,
they'd already had my promise and they held me to it.
Again, I felt so used and abused. I just wished I'd
read their statement before promising to read it sight
unseen.

The other thing was that I had to memorize and
recite the statement from memory. They made me
practice and recite it endless times prior to the
wedding. The statement was a disgrace coming from a
man, but it was what they wanted and, unfortunately,
what I'd committed to say. Judy and her family
thought the words were delightful. It read:

`To my beautiful Judy, the love of my life, I pledge
my heart to thee and only thee. I'm very proud to be
bonded to you, even though inexperienced in coital
matters, I offer myself, and my love, to you, and ask
that you accept me as yours forever.'

I heard Judy's public statement for the first
time at the altar. It read as follows:

`James, you are the true love of my life. I accept
you as mine in your state of virginal innocence and
will ensure in whatever manner I need to, that your
love remains mine, and mine alone. I know that as we
bond our lives and start upon this journey of marriage
together, as well as start our family, we will be so
happy.'

I went first with my statement, so I didn't hear
Judy's statement until after I'd recited mine. After
hearing her speak, I turned noticeably redder in the
face. Once again, I knew I'd been conspired against
by Judy and my folks. Hearing a few noticeable
murmurs and giggles from the audience didn't help
matters either.

I asked myself why did she have to mention the
two things that pained me so, that is, my virginity
and the matter of starting a family, when she knew she
was already pregnant by another man. I was an abused
spouse even before I left the altar.

I felt so put down by what was happening to me,
but could do absolutely nothing except suffer in
silence.

Judy wore a very bright and radiant smile through
out the ceremony. It brightened even more when the
female minister announced us `woman and husband'.
Another verbal slap in the face, I thought to myself
as we newlyweds kissed each other.

"You're mine now." She whispered as we broke the
salute. I didn't know what to think. I did truly
love Judy, as I've said numerous times, but I just
felt like I was a prisoner in the engagement and I
suspected the marriage would be even more of a prison.


CHAPTER 16 EVENTS FROM OUR MARRIAGE: The Honeymoon

It was wonderful to get away together by
ourselves. We went to Bermuda. It was such a
paradise of a setting. Judy and I really bonded on
this trip. It definitely reminded me why I really fell
in love with this incredibly beautiful woman.

The utmost thing on my mind was finally being
allowed to put it in my new bride. Making love to her
was indeed a dream come true. From having been so
intimately close to her, as she had been sexed by her
father, brothers, other male relatives, and most
recently with Rod, I knew I couldn't come close to
holding a candle to what they had done, to her pretty
pouting juicy pussy. However, I humbly did what I
could, and tried to make up the difference with my
tongue and lips. I was so happy to just have her all
to myself and for us to be by ourselves.

Even though the issue of Rod's baby was just
beneath the surface of all our `What we're going to do
when we get back home' conversations, we found so much
to mutually talk about other than that, as well as to
enjoy the sights on the beautiful island we were on.

After a few conversations directly dealing with
her lover's child, I approached the matter impartially
and rationally, even though the way the whole
situation was thrust on me was anything but that.

I assessed that what was done, was done. My new
wife was carrying another man's child and it was a
foregone conclusion that we were going to raise it. I
finally approached the matter as `let bygones be
bygones' and that we should look toward the future
with a clean slate.

I also knew I had to accept the reality that our
honeymoon would be over, in more ways than one, when
we reached home. I knew that the other men in her
life, would be a necessary and continuing part of our
lives.


CHAPTER 17 EVENTS FROM OUR MARRIAGE: The Honeymoon Is
Over

A year after the wedding and the honeymoon, we
were in a stable marital pattern.

Our baby by Rod was a boy. Judy named him Rodney
James Jackson. I was a bit upset that she named him
after Rod, but I guess I shouldn't have been
surprised. However, the fact that she gave him my
Christian name as his middle name, and, and of course
my last name, did do something to my ego. I can't
explain why though.

Having not been around babies much, the little
fellow stole my heart. He had many of Judy's
features, but there was no doubt he strongly resembled
Rod.

Judy's and my families were delighted that I
acted like the doting new father, even though both
families were praising that Rodney had the handsome
features of his mother and real father.

I tried to not let such comments get to me
emotionally. I had come to accept my lesser status in
our marriage and had come to be at peace with myself
about it. It's obvious that both families, and my
wife, prefer me to be cast in that light, otherwise
why would they all have so overtly conspired to
subjugate me?

My job at the college was going great and I
really liked what I did for a living. Judy only
worked part time since she wants to spend a lot of
time with our infant son, Rodney James. I also spent
quite a bit of quality time with him too, because I
was usually his baby sitter when my wife was out on
dates during the week, or away with her lovers on
weekends.

My life, at this time, even though one of
subjugation and submission, to my wife, her family,
and of course my family, was somewhat in balance. I
guess a better word would be predictable.

I say predictable because I can count on some of
the previously mentioned folks making sexual demands
on me. I guess demands is a nicer word than outright
sexual abuse.

As you know from the earlier part of my story,
the Smiths had long been performing son-in-law sexual
abuse of me. It started soon after I discovered the
practice of incest in their family.

Of Judy's folks, it's primarily her Dad and Mom
who uses me as a sex toy whenever it's convenient for
them to do so.

Mother Smith is quite demanding about me sucking
her creamy hairpie at least once a week, with twice a
week being the norm. Sometimes, she wants me to do so
even more frequently than that.

Whenever I'm over at Judy's house to do Mother
Smith's bidding, it's at these times I never know when
I'll be called on to suck a big stiff dick or two or
three or more. If Mr. Smith is there, it's almost a
certainty, he'll want to soak his big slab of prick
meat between my lips just because I'm there. If other
relatives are there and they need, or want some head,
it's a sure bet I'll be forced to oblige them.


MONDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL

One particular Smith Family ritual I hate is
Monday night football. It all started out as Judy's
idea for me and her Dad to find some common ground to
improve our relationship. From my perspective, the
only way that was going to happen was if he stopped
forcing me to be his forced cocksucker. I told her
so.

"Please James, you should try to be positive and
flexible here and not dwell on your trivial peeves."
My wife said after I expressed myself.

She continued to talk as I glared back at her. I
was speechless at the her categorization of my
complaint being a "trivial peeve".

"Look, darling. I know Dad is a bit forceful at
times, but I think it would be good if you made the
first step in trying to improve the relationship
between you two. After all, you're the one always
complaining to me about the situation between you
two."

"The reason I do Judy is that y-you and your
mother don't seem to help me out when I ask y'all to
deter him from making me do those things. I-I know
his abuse won't stop unless y'all help me out."

"First of all darling, Dad and the other men are
not abusing you. You're just fulfilling a need for
them. That's not abuse. You're use to the taste of
jism and they need somewhere to put all the excess
jism they have to give. That's all there is to it,
no more, no less."

Finding it useless to convey my point, I went
along with my wife's idea of viewing Monday night
football with my Father-in-law.

To my surprise, for the first half of the game,
he was rather civil and concentrated on the game. He
was very verbal about the plays and the players. I
was not a sports fan, so I just listened and pretended
not to be bored, which I was.

Things were going fine with he and I spending
some traditional quality time together. The problem
started at half time. It was then, he appeared to
become a bit yancy. He was on his third beer by now
and that's when I noticed that he started rubbing his
crotch in a more noticeable fashion.

As the third quarter began, it was then that he
reached out with his big hand and powerful arm and
grabbed me.

"C'mon Jamie, I need you to intercept my dick
with your lips." He said so after pulling my face to
his crotch. The swollen bulge, which was not there a
few moments ago, was clearly evident as he forced my
face to his crotch.

"Mr. S-Smith! P-Please not tonight. Can't we
just w-watch the game and n-not do..."

"Damn it Jamie, don't be fucking difficult! Get
on your fucking knees and wrap your lips around my
dick. It's hard and needs some attention. Now do as
I say. I don't want to miss any of the game cause of
you. You want me to tell Judy you weren't cooperative
with me? Maybe I'll suggest to her she needs to take
you to the woodshed and whip your ass." He chuckled
after he spoke. I knew that Judy just might take his
advice seriously.

Again, sensing that capitulation was the only way
out of another odd situation I found my self in, I
moved to my knees between his legs and helped him
slide his trousers down. His exposed crotch and huge,
but familiar and very erect penis loomed before my
face.

Moments later, he guided his swollen dick head to
my lips and I did as he wanted. I had successfully
intercepted his cock. He warned me he just wanted to
suck on him slowly, as he moaned that he just wanted
to `wet and soak his dick'.

He kept me on my knees with my mouth wrapped
firmly around his big tool for the remainder of the
game. He only let me up for air once. That was when
he went to get another beer, and I believe a potty
break.

When he returned, his large member was semi-hard
as it swung to and fro as he walked. You see, he had
taken off his pants and was wearing only a shirt, T-
shirt and socks.

After he sat down, he pulled me back to his
pinkish dick head after opening the fresh beer and
taking a swig.

"That's it. Just a slow suck is the way I want
you to do it." He moaned as he felt the return of my
mouth and the resulting wet warm-ness upon his dick
meat.

Not to belabor my point, but Judy's Dad used me
as a cum dump that night and insisted upon my presence
at Monday night football there after. When I sought
to decline to be present the following Monday night,
Judy openly threatened me with a whipping for being
uncooperative, anti-social and against her parents.
Again, fearing corporal punishment and pain, I quickly
surrendered to her desire and her Dad's demands. I've
been his Monday night football dick warmer ever since.

WIFE'S THREE LOVERS GET IN ON ABUSE

Jeffrey, Judd and Joe, were also to become a
part of the sexual abuse imposed on me.

The three got involved in the act of sexually
mistreating me about four to five months after Judy
and I returned from our honeymoon. Since Judy was not
as sexually available as she was before coming
pregnant by Rod, especially in the seventh through
ninth months, the three of them turned to me to be
their depository of the many loads of sperm that
normally would be deposited into my wife.

"Darling, the three guys want you to do for them,
the same thing you do for Daddy sometimes, since I
won't be able to take care of them on a full time
basis. You know, until after the baby is born." Judy
said to me one day, out of the blue.

"What! Now surely they don't expect me to become
their cocksucker too. Your family keeps me busy, and
full too, I might add, taking care of their..."

"Before you get in a tizzy, darling, it was Daddy
that suggested it to them and me the other day. He
said that since you're my husband, they should expect
you to be of some use to them while I'm out of
commission." Judy replied cutting me off.

"Y-You m-mean your father told them that?" I
stammered in surprise at her revelation.

"Yes he did. He let them know that you should be
responsible for draining off the build up of sperm on
their balls." Judy said in a matter-of-fact manner.

"It's bad enough he uses me as the Smith family
cocksucker and pussy licker, how can he just offer me
up to them too?"

"You know how big hearted Daddy is."

"B-But Judy, w-why can't they just jerk off like
I-I have to do when you're too tired to give me some,
cause you're out sexing them. I-I'm s-sorry. There
is no way that I-I'm going to do them. Please tell
you father that I can't do..."

"You'll have to tell him dear. I'm just passing
on a message. I can tell you right now, jacking off
is something that won't go over well with them. By
the way, I've heard masturbation is not necessarily
good for men with big cocks, like Jeffrey, Judd and
Joe. I've heard that they should ejaculate in as
close to a pussy like environment as possible. You
know, like a warm wet mouth engulfing their stiff
rods."

"W-What! I've never heard of anything so
ridiculous. What about us men who aren't so well
endowed?"

"I've heard it poses no potential dangers to
little prick guys. In other words, it's okay for
y'all to beat your meat when you need to." Judy
replied. She then added, "James Maybe I should have
the guys come over, and the four of you work this out.
Then they can go back, or you can go to Daddy and tell
him your decision."

"N-No! Judy, Please don't. The last thing I need
is to be surrounded by three hard up guys with stiff
cocks. They could easily overpower me and I-I could
end up being mouth raped or worse." I replied with a
genuine tone of terror in my voice.

"James, don't you think you're over reacting
about this whole thing?" Judy said in a softer tone.

"O-Over reacting? Of course not! I-I don't
won't to be their cock..."

"Why not darling, I suck their cocks for them.
Why can't you too, for me, while I'm having this baby
for us?"

"W-What? A-Are you now saying you a-agree with
your father?"

"What I'm saying darling, you've sucked dicks to
completion for my folks many times. You've also
suckled on Rod's cock several times, not all the way
though, but what's wrong with giving head to Jeffrey,
Judd and Joe since my cunt won't be available to them
for a while?"

"W-Well, uh, Judy, it-it's the principle of the
matter. T-That's why. I-I shouldn't have to suck
anybody's cock, period. B-But y-your father and
mother have that video o-of me a-and..."

"You really don't have a good reason, do you
James? You're just bringing up excuses, especially
about my Mom and Dad, aren't you Mr. College
professor? It's your ego isn't it?" Judy's tone of
voice was now becoming belligerent.

I knew that this discussion could end up turning
ugly and in the end be detrimental to me. It was
obvious that now Judy was interested in me sucking the
dicks of her lovers. In fact I began to wander if
this wasn't her idea all along for me to be their
surrogate mouth cunt. I decided to try and present a
strong argument based on decency and fairness.

"J-Judy, Y-You're starting to get angry with me
now. Why? W-What have I done wrong? Isn't it fair for
me to resist doing something s-so perverted? And now
I'm being asked to do it for men that are also still
in competition with me? N-No Judy, it's not my ego
and I'm not making excuses."

"Yes, darling, I am starting to get angry because
I see you as trying to be obstinate. I was hoping you
saw Jeffrey, Judd, and Joe as sort of, well, as
husbands-in-laws, rather than competition. Really,
there is no competition. I'm yours and you're mine.
Okay? Secondly, perversion is in the eye of the
beholder. Neither of the guys would think of your
mouth on their throbbing dicks as perverted. You'd
simply be stepping in for me. Since I'd be out of
service for a while, you'd be filling in for me by
letting them shoot a little of their jism down your
throat. That's all. Is that too much to ask of my
loving caring devoted husband? Or do I have to see if
I can get Daddy to change your mind?"

I sat silent for a moment. She knew I didn't
want to confront her father in any manner. I was
basically scared of him and Judy knew that. I knew it
might be hopeless, but, I still didn't want to give in
and willingly become a cocksucker for Jeffrey, Judd
and Joe.

It was at that moment that Mother and Aunt
Jasmine dropped in for a surprise visit. In a way I
was relieved, because I assumed their visit would give
me an opportunity to formulate a possible way out of
this latest turmoil before me. Little did I know at
the time that their visit would do just the opposite.

After greeting them and making a pot of coffee,
we sat around the table talking. Us drinking coffee
and Judy a big glass of juice. She was off coffee
while being pregnant.

As we just chit chatted about a little bit of
everything, Mother just happened to ask how things
were going with us. Judy and I replied almost
simultaneously. I answered "Great!" Judy answered
"We're having a bit of a problem."

To my unbelieving ears, Judy laid out everything
about Jeffrey, Judd and Joe, right before Mother and
Aunt Jasmine. I was stupefied. I almost couldn't
talk. I couldn't believe she was doing this.

"So, James, you're saying you're too good to suck
their dicks, even though Judy does, and even though
you've sucked Judy's Dad's dick, her brother's and
that of several of her uncles and cousins?"

Mother's words caused me to be speechless. I
could only look at her.

"It also seems that Judy's Dad thinks enough of
you to be Jeffrey, Judd and Joe's dicksucker, why are
you fighting it?" Aunt Jasmine added in a perturbed
tone.

"It-It's the principle of t-the m-matter. Y-You
see..." I tried replying but was cut off.

"What I see is that you're being silly about
technicalities, and worse, creating a worrisome
situation that adds negatively to Judy's mental state.
You should be trying to create an atmosphere of calm
and tranquillity for her. After all, she is carrying
the first born of your marriage and my first grand
nephew or niece. You're not trying to get revenge for
Rod being the real father, are you? You swore that
was not going to be a factor in you being a good
husband and daddy." Aunt Jasmine interrupted in an
angry tone. I knew this situation was on a downward
slide for me now. I was on the defensive.

"O-OH no! Nothing of the sort. I-I..." I tried
again to reply. Again, I was cut off.

"James my son, the best way for you to redeem
yourself is to contact Jeffrey, Judd and Joe. Then
let them know that you're ready to suck them off
whenever they need you to, and as often as they need
you to. You should not have your pregnant wife
worried about her lovers having blue balls or finding
stray pussy, when you're available and have the
experience to keep their balls from becoming bloated.
Understand me Young man!"

Mother's tone of voice, body language and use of
the term `Young man', meant I'd better do as she says
or face the pain that was sure to follow. She and
Aunt Jasmine looked as if they were ready to pounce on
me at the slightest provocation. I knew if they got
on my bottom in the mood they were in now, I probably
wouldn't be able to walk for 4 or 5 days. I
capitulated and took the path of least pain.

To add to my embarrassment, while the three of
them were sitting and looking at me, I had to call
each of my wife's lovers. To my utter degradation and
chagrin, each of the three men were home and answered.

I was hoping to have reached their answering
machines. In front of my grinning wife and stern
faced mother and aunt, I had to offer myself to the
three men. It was very difficult for me telling the
men I was available to be their mouth whore on demand,
while the three women in my life who I cared the most
about, were watching and listening.

"Darling, don't forget to mention that you'll
suck them all to completion, swallow all they spurt,
and milk them afterwards for as long as they want."
Judy interjected as I was talking to Jeffery, who I
reached first. To my despair, she made it very clear
that I was to use her exact words.

On the subsequent calls to Joe and Judd, Judy
made it a point to remind me twice to tell them
exactly the same thing I had told Jeffery.

"Remember darling, don't forget to say you'll
suck, swallow and milk." Judy whispered out loud to me
each time, while I was on the phone with Judd and Joe.
Her actions made all three phone calls even more of a
horrific, as well an abject debasing experience.

As I hung up the phone after the last call, I was
a nervous sweaty wreck. Before they left, mother and
Aunt Jasmine congratulated my wife on doing the right
thing in telling them about our `bit of a problem'.
They congratulated me also for making amends by
agreeing to become a `dicksucker'- Aunt Jasmine's
words - for Judy's lovers.

The two also reminded me that it could've been
much worse for me if I had to give up some ass, to the
three, as well as head.

I shuddered at their words after thinking about
my rear being rammed with giant fuck tools the size
and length my wife's three lovers possessed.

Judy consoled me after they'd left and let me
know that she was proud of what I'd done.

"Darling, I love you even more, for what you did
so courageously tonight. Don't be so sad. You know I
don't think any less of you because you'll be sucking
dicks for my folks as well as my lovers. You simply
must not look at such little things, as this, that may
be asked of you, as being humiliating. If anything,
the more little things you do for the good of this
marriage, the more I think of you sweetie. No matter
what you may think, there is no competition. I love
you much more than any of the other guys. You're my
one true love. You're my soulmate and helpmate."
Judy cooed to me in a soft sensuous tone as she held
me tightly to her swollen tummy, which held the
kicking baby put there by another man.

CHAPTER 18 EVENTS FROM OUR MARRIAGE: Our Family Grows


It was sometime after our son Rodney James
reached 18 months of age, when I came home from work
to find Judy and Jeffrey, Judd and Joe seated around
our kitchen table drinking coffee.

I was quickly intimidated by their presence.

Judy was holding our infant son, Rodney James.

The other reason I had to be intimidated was
because of the fact that I was still a `dicksucker' -
using my Aunt Jasmine's term - for the three men.

If the reader recalls, I had been involuntarily
inducted to perform in that role while Judy was
pregnant with our son. However, my wife's three studs
still demanded I suck their dicks even after my wife's
pussy was back in operation as their sexual
recreational playground. I complained to my wife
about their continuing demands on my mouth, but she
didn't see any reason for me to be upset or concerned.
I remembered her words on the matter.

"James honey, I think it's good that they still
want you to suck for them. Besides, don't you think
it helps maintain a certain bond and camaraderie
between you and them and me?" Judy replied in a very
matter-of-fact tone and caviler manner as she brushed
her hair. I remembered she and I having had more
serious discussions about the weather, than this
particular subject.

Her attitude clearly sent a message to me. She
wanted me to still to be her lovers' dicksucker. I
knew if she wouldn't intervene on my behalf, it was
hopeless for me, to unilaterally stop them from using
me as a sucking semen receptacle. I never answered her
question. I simply shook my head and walked away,
knowing that it was futile in trying to deny them
without her support.

"Hi Honey." Judy greeted me as I made my way
toward the table where everyone was sitting. The guys
chimed in with their own individual welcomes.

"Darling, the guys wanted to have a serious talk
with us." Judy said as I nervously sat down next to
her. Our young son eagerly sought out me to hold him.

I was glad to have him squirming in my arms. It
helped to lessen the tension and emotional strain I
felt from facing the three men, whose enormous fuck
tools had been pushed between my lips many times.
Each had busted their nuts in my mouth many times over
the last 20 months.

In fact, Joe had creamed down my throat just last
weekend. He had a raging hard-on when he came by.
However, Judy and the baby were over at her parent's
house. I tried to have him wait until her return, but
he wouldn't hear of it. He demanded that I mouth his
heated, hard black meat immediately. He left two
boiling loads of his semen in me when he departed.

"I made this a bit stronger than usual. You'll
appreciate it after the guys tell you what they want."
My wife said as she handed me my after work highball,
and took our baby son back in her arms.

I sipped my drink and noticed its extra strength.
As I did so, I wondered what in the world these guys
wanted that they didn't already have.

"James, you've been such a good husband to Judy
and an excellent daddy to Rodney James. You've
exceeded all of our expectations as to you being a
decent and caring daddy to Rod's kid. Therefore, we'd
like to make you a daddy three more times." Spoke
Judd.

"W-What! What are you talking about!" I
blurted.

To summarize, the three went on to let me know
they'd be proud to have me be the daddy of their kids.
They each basically expressed that since I'd married
the girl they each wanted, and since she was mine and
not theirs, that it was only fair that she have their
kids, since she couldn't be a wife to each of them now
or bear them kids as their legal wife.

It had been a busy day for me at the college, and
the double talk rationale I was hearing gave me a
headache.

"That's a bunch of crap and y'all know it." I
said rather boldly and loudly. I was so glad that our
18-month-old didn't understand what I was saying.

"It may be, but if you don't go along with our
program, we're going to release all the video tapes we
secretly shot of you sucking us off over the last few
months." Jeffrey replied back with a smirk of a grin.

I was startled and sat in silence. I was once
again being blackmailed for something I'd been forced
to do in the first place. I turned red with
embarrassment. I turned to my wife for comfort or
support at my obvious predicament. All I saw was that
famous Mona Lisa type smile on Judy's face. It was
certain that she delighted in me being cooled down -
so to speak - once again after attempting to be
assertive.

To prove their point, the three left a copy of
the secret video. It was very incriminating proof of
me performing Fellatio on them. They were very
skillful in their video taping to be sure their own
faces didn't show. It appeared I was going to be
extorted me into agreeing to further cuckoldry in the
worse way.

"Darling, I know it's a dirty deed the guys are
pulling on you... well both of us. But I'm willing to
do what I have to do to protect our family and
marriage." Judy let me know that she wasn't opposed to
having the babies of her three lovers, even Joe's
black baby, but she did want my blessings. She said
with an odd smile.

I of course wanted to know how serious they were
about exposing me.

"They seemed rather serious about doing this
darling. I think they really want me to have their
kids for us. They seem to think they can't lose. If
they expose you, that is if you don't do as they
desire, you'll be ruined and have to leave town.
They're counting on me staying and being available to
them, cause you won't be able to get a job anywhere
else. They seem to have thought of everything." My
wife said.

I was suspicious of my wife's complicity in this
matter. However, I knew fate was against me, whether
my wife had helped conspire against me or not.

To make a long story short, over the next few
years, our family grew by three additions.

A daughter by Judd, whom Judy named Judsonea. A
son by Jeffrey, who was named Jefferson. A Daughter
by Joe, who was named Josephine. Along with many of
my wife's genetic attributes, each of the three
children had a very strong facial resemblance to each
of their respective real fathers.

At each of the planned mating sessions, between
my wife and each of the guys, leading up to her
insemination by each, it was required that I be in
that same up close position as when Rod impregnated
her with our first born.

At the first mating party, which I violently
opposed, but had no choice other than to attend, my
wife let the three guys gang bang her to their heart's
content. It was her idea that she would have a
contest to see who could knock her up first.

She was thrilled at so much heavy sexing. In my
position, on the other hand, I almost drowned in the
continuous stream of fuck juices that rained and
drizzled and poured down on poor me. The three horny
studs, all with full bloated balls, eagerly mounted
and unleashed torrent after forceful torrent of hot
viscous semen into my gorgeous wife's hungry hot wet
snatch.

They were full, and the amount of their spent
fuck slime that ran back out of her very receptive
gash and onto my face and right into my mouth was
abundant. I'm sure I ate over a pint of spent semen
and pussy juice at each fuck session of my wife and
her three lovers.

I spent so much time between my wife and her
lover's coupled genitals, that I became very
intimately familiar with many things about my wife's
three lover's sizable penises and balls.

My wife's lover Joe, had the overall biggest cock
and balls. The longest cock belongs to Jeffery.

Jeffery and Judd didn't seem to mind their balls
flopping and sliding across my upturned face. Joe, on
the other hand, had me holding his big black balls as
he fucked my wife. He also had the audacity to have
me lick and mouth his hairy velvet nut sac every time
he shot his hot jism deep in my wife's juicy twat.

Despite the outrageousness of what he imposed on
me, I have to admit there was something strangely
erotic about the contrast of Joe's blackness against
my wife's unblemished white flesh, as the two of them
coupled as one and became a pure fucking machine right
over my nose.

Usually after the three man gang bang was over
and the departure of her three studs, Judy and I were
left alone to ourselves. It was doing these times
that she took care of my need for sex.

Generally, she'd kiss me passionately as she
pulled and stroked my rigid peter until I blew my pent
up load. A much less smaller load than that of any of
her three studs.

Even though legally her husband, she and her
three studs had decided that I was not to put my cock
in her warm juicy snatch until she was declared
pregnant by one of them. This would be the case for
each of the three pregnancies caused by her three
studs.

Judy was very passionate and affectionate when we
together after her gang bangs. She was used and
smelled of heavy sex and other men's fuck fluids, as
we embraced and kissed.

I hated having her in this fashion, but she
wouldn't have it any other way. Her breath reeked of
having sucked her three stud's dicks for a prolonged
period. She was and still is very fond of me licking
her magnificent boobs and sucking her tits at such
times. However, I might add that at such times, there
are generally many splotches of splattered jism on her
breast. So I had to contend with that also as I
enjoyed her natural beauty during these tender loving
moments with her.

I have to admit though, her affections toward me
during these loving moments appeared to be very
genuine, even if a bit degrading to me. I gave up
trying to figure her out, but instead concentrated on
being with and enjoying my wife as best as I was
allowed to, both by her and her three lovers.

My wife was tested pregnant one month later after
her first set of insemination contest orgies with the
three. It was not known who the father would be until
the baby was born.

Even after being announced with child, Judy
continued to let her three lovers pull a train on her
each weekend until her doctor prevented her from all
sexual activity until delivery. Well actually, not
all sexual acts. She was still allowed the pleasure
of my tongue on her pussy and even had her OBGYN write
out a prescription that I should continue to lick and
orally caress my wife's pussy for her sexual comfort
and pleasure up until the time of delivery.

As I read the doctor's note, I thought to myself
that this was the first time I'd ever heard of a
prescription for pussy licking. I immediately
suspected my wife's doctor as part of a vast
conspiracy against me. Never the less, I lapped her
pussy just as the doctor prescribed. I'd come to the
conclusion that it was almost useless to fight the
forces against me.

A few months later, our daughter, Judsonea was
born. Judd was beside himself with pride that he had
beat out his other two cohorts in knocking my wife up
first.

A year after Judd's baby was born, another mating
contest was held between Jeffery and Joe. Jeffery won
the contest. Our son Jefferson was born.

A year after Jeffery's baby was born, Joe got his
wish and our daughter Josephine was born.

CHAPTER 19 EVENTS FROM OUR MARRIAGE: The Mating View
Position Incident

When Judy first proposed that I should assume the
same disgraceful position for her insemination by
Jeffery, Judd, and Joe, as when Rod and she mated to
produce our son Rodney James, I became livid and
vehemently opposed her idea.

She'd told me that she thought it would be
`sweet' of me to assume what she called my `mating
view position'. However, in the end, my protest only
resulted in a bruised ass for me. Judy decided I
needed another severe treatment from Mr. Fanbelt, that
is, for my recurring attack of being uncooperative.

I refer to that episode in the early part of our
marriage as the "Surprise Visit". What follows is how
it all happened.

CHAPTER 20 EVENTS FROM OUR MARRIAGE: Surprise Visit

I at first thought my wife wasn't serious about
me actually assuming the `mating view position'.
However later, after seeing that she was dead serious,
I tried to recant my violent objections to doing as
she had requested of me. You see I was most fearful
of getting another whipping from her if she could
claim I was not being cooperative with her. However,
she wouldn't accept my apology. She instead deemed
that I was to be whipped for my own good. I pleaded
and pleaded for her forgiveness as I followed her
around the house like a puppy. She finally told me
she would consider my apology and would let me know
later that evening after returning from shopping.

I was on pins and needles for over three hours,
awaiting her return, as well as her decision.

Sometime before she returned, Mother and Aunt
Jasmine dropped by unexpectedly for a visit.

Within 20 minutes of their surprised arrival, Joe
dropped by unexpectedly. I don't know why I say
unexpectedly, since he and Judd and Jeffery come by
almost anytime they want to. They might as well have
their own house keys.

A few minutes later, Judd and Jeffery showed up
also. I didn't think anything about this. In a way,
I was almost glad, as I was sure that Judy would more
than likely be too tied up entertaining them and have
less time to be concerned about punishing me for
something I'd already apologized for, as well had
agreed to do, even if it was an abject disgrace to do
it.

It was about ten minutes after Judd and Jeffery
arrived that Judy's Mom and Dad arrived. Their
presence really took me by surprise.

"Howdy Jamie!" Mr. Smith roared.

"Hello James, how my favorite son-in-law?"
Judy's Mom asked.

"H-Hello Mr. Smith, Mother Smith, uh, I-I'm doing
fine thank you." I replied. The surprise of seeing
them was evident in the tone of my voice.

I invited them in. They knew everyone. I got
them drinks.

The Smiths do occasionally visit, but I've always
noticed that neither of them have ever made me perform
sexual acts for them at our house. With this
knowledge of the past, I felt better that nothing of
consequence would happen tonight other than an
impromptu gathering of both Judy's and my family as
well as her three lovers.

I easily mingled with everyone and served drinks.
I was careful to avoid my father-in-law in the event
he had plans that might include my mouth meeting up
with his dick.

Mother, Aunt Jasmine, and Mother Smith carried on
some spirited conversations with the guys about
sports. Mr. Smith, as usual, was glued to a nearby TV
set.

As They talked, I served drinks all around. My
Aunt and Mom have always treated the guys in a
congenial manner, and have even referred to them as if
they were like big brothers to me. I could never
figure that one out. However, I knew that she and my
Aunt had no qualms about saying that the three were
manlier than I was. Mother Smith had a similar
assessment and has routinely likened the three as her
pretend son-in-laws. A label, while fairly close to
the truth, irked me nevertheless.

Mother and Mother Smith watched Rodney, while I
played host.

Later, Judy finally arrived. After greeting
everyone and carrying on some small talk, she
whispered something to Aunt Jasmine as I was walking
out to the kitchen for more drinks.

When I returned, Aunt Jasmine and our young son
Rodney had left the room and there was a silence in
the room as I walked in.

"James, put the tray of drinks down." Judy said
to me. Even though caught off guard by her imperious
request, I nevertheless did so.

I didn't think anything of her request at the
moment, but a split second later, I had good reason to
be.

"James, darling, for your own good, I've decided
to punish you for not eagerly embracing my request to
assume the `mating view position' we discussed. Yes,
everyone here knows about this." Judy's words shocked
me. I was speechless and horrified. Terror filled me
as I listened to my wife continue.

"We all will be going to the basement in a few
minutes for your punishment. All here will witness me
punishing you. But first, I want to say that I am
doing this for your own good so as to help you see the
error of your obstinacy and the positive value of
cooperation in this marriage. Severely treating this
latest bout of mannishness you've experienced, can
only be for the benefit of your behavioral disposition
and the good of our marriage. It is time to go to the
basement darling. I want you to know that this will
hurt me more emotionally, than what you will feel
physically, but I would be remiss if I didn't give you
what you needed." Judy made her long statement in a
sort of judicial tone of voice.

I heard comments such as "Well said!"; "You're a
good wife Judy."; "That's my girl."; "It's good
you're doing what needs to be done." I was too
stunned at what was going on around me to remember who
said what. All I knew was that I had been blind sided
and was about to get a severe whipping in front of her
three lovers, her folks, as well as my own Mother.

I snapped out of my stunned state as the group
started to rise from their seats. I quickly fell to
my knees before my wife, who was standing with her
hands on her hips and looking very imperious and
authoritative.

"P-Please Judy! I-I beg you dear. P-Please
don't whip me. I-I've agreed to do what you want. I-
I won't object any more. I'll always cooperate with
you. P-Please dear... Please forgive me. I-I I didn't
mean to make you angry. P-Please darling, let me off
just this once." I pleaded with tears in my eyes.

My wife simply shook her head once, side to side.
It was very clear that she was resolute about her
decision.

I was still on my knees when I was literally
picked up by each arm. Joe was on one side and Judd
on the other. The two literally carried me down the
basement stairs. I pleaded and cried all the way down
and also while I was being strapped to the table.

I didn't resist or struggle as the two men
strapped me down. I knew that would only add to my
plight. I had learned that lesson well from my Mother
and Aunt when they'd put me on this same table so many
times. They always gave me extra lashes for resisting
their efforts to secure me.

To make a long story short, the group gathered
around as my wife lashed my naked ass cheeks with Mr.
Fanbelt. Tape was put over my mouth to keep me from
irritating the baby with my screams.

I wiggled and struggled against my bonds. It was
of course to no avail, as the painful strikes rained
down hard on me.

I could hear Mother giving Judy many compliments
as she wielded the instrument of pain. Mother Smith
also joined in the praise of her daughter's corporal
punishment efforts.

Later I heard Mother Smith excuse herself so that
she could relieve my Aunt, who was baby-sitting, so
that my Aunt Jasmine could come down and `see the
splendid job that you're doing for James' - her words
to Judy as she left the room. Moments later, I heard
Aunt Jasmine echoing many of Mother's complimentary
comments after her arrival on the scene.

I only heard occasional chuckles from Judy's
three lovers. Mr. Smith's rancorous laughter was very
evident above that of the others. All I could do was
sob greatly but quietly. All my screams of pain were
muted by the tape over my mouth.

After my whipping, including a very painful
ointment rub by Aunt Jasmine, I was lead back upstairs
and ordered to wash dishes and clean up the kitchen.
Still sobbing and whimpering, I had to don an ornate
pink pinafore my wife handed me and I meekly went
about the chores I'd been ordered to do. Everyone was
still watching my utter humiliation and emasculation
with warm smiles on their faces. The whole scene was
so disconcerting. I definitely wasn't enjoying
myself.

While I washed dishes, I sobbed and whimpered
over the sink of soapy warm water and dirty plates and
pots. The others were in the family room and I was
alone to do my chores.

I was alone at last and glad to be so. My ass
still had lingering aches from the lashings I'd taken.
It was very clear to me now that Judy had established
herself firmly as the head of our household and
marriage. I also knew that my role as an enslaved
husband was resoundingly confirmed.

I lamented and took my frustration out on the
dirty dishes before me. It was the safest way I could
think of, as I scrubbed and scoured the burnt residue
in a pot I was trying to clean. Between the rubbing
noise of me scoring the burnt pot and the running
water, I didn't hear Mr. Smith enter the kitchen.

"Jamie, you look right at home doing woman's
work, and I might say that fancy apron is right pretty
too."

My heart skipped a beat as he loomed over me
before I knew he was upon me. He was at least a full
head taller than I was and much, much more brawny and
muscular.

Caught off guard by his interest, I was
speechless as my face turned red, mostly from terror
and fright.

"Jamie, I'm gonna have to interrupt your dish
washing fun. My dick has a hankering to be sucked and
it would like you to do the honor of doing it."

"H-Here? M-Mr. Smith, p-please not here in o-our
house. Y-You know with the b-baby here. T-They might
b-bring it in h-here at any..." I stammered before he
cut me off.

"Naw, my wife and the others ain't gonna let that
happened. I told `em what you and I gonna be doing."

"Y-You t-told... T-They all..."

"Yeah. They all know you gonna be sucking my
dick for me as you kneel right here at this sink. In
your pretty pink apron too, I might add. Now dry your
hands, drop to your knees and take out my dick so you
can do some woman's work on it." Mr. Smith's tone of
voice implied he was serious.

I looked up at him. I saw the familiar hand form
a fist, which I was so familiar with. Even though
he'd never hit me, it always cowed me. It seemed my
knees gave way involuntarily as I was contemplating
the hurt his fist would cause me. A few seconds later
I found myself on my knees and unbuckling the belt to
his pants.

I was so intimidated that my hands were shaking
as I drew the fly zipper of his trousers down and
gently tugged at them. They quickly fell to his
ankles. The imprint of his large penis was very
evident in his jockey shorts. As I slipped my fingers
in the elastic band and pulled them down to free his
organ, it rolled out free and seemed to start to swell
instantly. The pee slit of his enormous cock flipped
across my face and left a smear of pre-cum as it slid
over my lips.

"You know what to do with it, so don't play
around." Mr. Smith roared.

Moments later after grasping his swelling dick
meat and fondling it in the manner he desired, I soon
had my mouth filled with his heated stiff erection.

Mr. Smith caressed the back of my head as I did
what he liked me to do for him. I hoped that none of
our other guests would walk in on me at that moment.
Neither Mother nor Aunt Jasmine had ever seen me
sucking a dick. I didn't want this to be the first
time either. I put my best into mouthing him as well
as kneading his big balls, hoping to get him off as
soon as possible.

My worse fear was realized in the worse way. In
walked Aunt Jasmine as she led Joe by the hand.

"My, my. You two certainly look busy, especially
you James dear. You look so cute with your lips
stretched around a nice big dick. But that's all
right, you don't have to say a thing. Besides, you
shouldn't try to talk with your mouth full." My Aunt
said gleefully as she concluded her comment with a
chuckle. Joe joined her with a slightly louder laugh.

However, they didn't pay much attention to me.
They soon embraced and gave each other a very
passionate French kiss. I could only see them out of
the corner of my eye, but it looked like they were two
wrapped up in each other to concern themselves with my
situation.

As I knelt there trying to hurry Judy's Dad to
empty his cream in my sucking mouth, I was forced to
endure watching Joe fucking Aunt Jasmine on the edge
of the kitchen table. The contrast of Joe's large
black member sliding in and out of my Aunt's stretched
white cunt was quite a scene.

Joe had helped Aunt Jasmine take off her panties
and hiked up her skirt as she parted her legs and took
his enormous stiff penis in her obviously wet well-
juiced gash. She wrapped her legs around Joe's waist
as he held her ass cheeks and gave her a royal
fucking. To my utter surprise Joe came in my Aunt the
same time Mr. Smith emptied his bloated balls down my
throat.

"That was mighty fine bonding Jamie." Mr. Smith
said as he put away his softened dick and zipped up.

I could only look up at him in disgust, as I got
up off my knees and got a drink to wash away the taste
of his heavy slime, which coated my mouth's interior.

The sad thing about all the cum I'd eaten from my
father-in-laws balls is that I'd gotten use to the
taste of his and the other fellows' fresh hot cock
cream. I hated I'd become acclimated to the taste of
hard dick meat and fresh hot semen. The creamy taste
had become quite palatable, but I knew I couldn't
admit that to anyone. I even tried to hide it from
myself. I've also repeatedly tried to deny to myself
that I took more delight than I desired to admitting
in slurping, sucking and eating up my wife's gooey
messy creampies, made up of her pussy juices and other
men's bountiful outpouring of semen.

However, I knew I had to portray that I detested
such perverted, un-masculine behavior as I'd been
subjected to. After all, I did have some vestiges of
manliness to protect, no matter that others around me
were constantly attacking and defeating me at every
attempt I tried to exhibit it.

Just as I washed away the film of Judy's Dad's
heavy jism that coated my gums, Aunt Jasmine spoke.

"James, you surely aren't going to neglect Joe
and I are you? C'mon over here and bond with us too."
She said in a mellow tone of voice.

It took me a moment to realize what she was
talking about. As she pointed to Joe's languished wet
black meat and her jism smeared pussy meat, it became
all too obvious what was desired of me.

I knew it was useless to raise any sort of
objection. I sheepishly went over and knelt before
them. I was directed to lap Joe's mighty meat clean
first. After mouthing and cleaning him up, all under
the watchful beaming face of my aunt, I settled down
to slurping her soggy drippy snatch clean. Joe left
us as she ended up wrapping her legs around my neck.
She got off again from my licking and lapping efforts.

"The Smiths are right, you do bond wonderfully,
James dear." Aunt Jasmine said after composing
herself as she left to rejoin the others in the family
room.

Moments later, after washing the taste of Aunt
Jasmine and Joe from my mouth, Mother and Judd came
into the kitchen. They were just as amorous and
screwed on the table just as Aunt Jasmine and Joe.

It was gut wrenching to watch a guy screw my mom,
especially since I'd sucked his dick so many times.
And just as before with Aunt Jasmine and Joe, I had to
do clean up bonding on those two also.

As with Aunt Jasmine, mother seemed to delight
in seeing my lips wrapped around Judd's giant tool as
I milked him thoroughly and cleaned the fuck slime
from his cock.

After sucking Judd's bountiful load of viscous
jism from Mother's pussy, she patted me on the head
and complimented me also for the great job I'd done in
cleaning her up as well as getting her off with my
tongue.

This left me more depressed as I went back to my
chores. However, I was interrupted twice more. Mother
Smith and Jeffery came into the kitchen next and
fucked. At the end of their mating, as with the
others, I was invited to bond again, as I knelt and
performed a clean up of their combined sexual
messiness.

Just when I thought the worse was over, Judy and
her dad came in for a fuck. I couldn't believe her
father was so randy after the heavy load he'd shot off
between my lips, not that long ago. Well, to make a
long story short, they fucked in a wanton and abandon
manner right in my presence, almost as if I wasn't
even there.

Of course, as they came down from their sexual
high, they recognized my presence and invited me to
perform some good old fashion family bonding - Smith
Family style.

Judy had a beaming smile as she looked down on
me lapping and suckling on her dad's wet slimy dick.
After he left to rejoin the others in the family room,
she really seemed aroused. My wife pulled my head
tightly to her wet sloppy muff and gyrated her well-
fucked wet crotch all over my face. She had a rousing
come.

"Darling, I love you so much. I'm so glad you're
back to being your old self. I know you might think
I'm being harsh on you, that is when I apply the
treatment you need to keep you being cooperative and
agreeable. However, as I said, I'd be remiss as your
loving wife if I didn't. Also remember, it's for the
good of our marriage too."

Judy embraced me warmly as she whispered her
expression of love in my ear. My wife's words, as in
previous times and in similar situations, were not
comforting. She gave the impression that I should be
thankful for `her treatment'. I said nothing but
relished the tender moment with her. I knew I was
trapped in a hopeless situation where cooperation
meant total obedience, not collaborative consensus
involving give and take negotiations.

Later, as everyone was leaving, I heard Mother
and Aunt Jasmine expressing in a most sincere and
warmhearted manner, how delightful it was for Judy to
invite them over to observe that their wedding
presents - the whipping table and homemade whips -
were being utilized so well. I cringed at their
various compliments as I felt a continuous ache in
rear.

"Judy dear, Jasmine and I are so very delighted
at how well you're managing your household. We are
very contented knowing that our James has a loving
wife who cares so much for his welfare and is not
reluctant to exercise good judgment and take proper
disciplinary action when it's warranted." I heard
Mother say in a warm, glowing affectionate tone of
voice as she hugged her daughter-in-law goodnight.

Aunt Jasmine also expressed a similar sentiment.

"Judy, you indeed did the right thing tonight.
Our James must never be allowed to forget how
important cooperation and a husband's support to his
wife is in a marriage. After all, if you're making
the sacrifice of getting screwed, inseminated, and
then bearing a child, all basically to protect his
job, as well as the marriage. I agree that it's the
least he can do is to be by your side at the moment of
conception." Aunt Jasmine's tone, just like mother's,
was one of affection, endearment, and strong support.
I glanced around as she now warmly embraced my wife in
a goodbye hug. I could only stare at her for making,
what I considered, an outlandish statement.

"Anyway, Judy, we know it's wicked what the guys
are doing, but Jasmine and I think it's also sort of
cute too. Anyway, they are three such nice young men,
I don't mind them siring grand kids for me. Plus, I'm
sure you and them are sure to make some pretty
babies." Mother said in a gleeful tone.

"I second that motion." Aunt Jasmine interjected
with a big smile. "Also, I told our James he should
look at the bright side. He's going to be getting
three beautiful kids and won't have to do a lick of
the real hard work of fucking."

"Well, Mother Jackson and Aunt Jasmine, he may
not have to do any fucking, but he will be doing some
licking." My wife said smiling. All three instantly
broke out in un-lady like laughter.

I was outraged, but sadly, not surprised at the
cavalier jest and derision of me by the three dearest
women in my life. I knew the three all sincerely
loved me in their own ways, as each has informed me of
that countless times. However, it's so unfortunate
that their interpretation of love is so different from
the norm. Alas, I have therefore accepted my fate,
that I will have to accept their loving ways, even if
emotionally and physically painful, as well as
abjectly degrading most of the time.

After the basement scene, there was no doubt I
would be assuming the `mating view position' as our
new family additions were being conceived. Indeed, I
was at the juncture of my wife and each of her lovers'
coupled, heated genitals, when she was inseminated
with each of our three youngest children.


CHAPTER 21 EVENTS FROM OUR MARRIAGE: The Rest of The
Story

Well, I'm back to where I started telling my tale
of woe.

As you readers might've remembered from an
earlier part of my story, I was concerned about the
possibility of my wife having kids from her three main
lovers.

I was especially concerned about her having a
black baby from Joe. Well as you now know, it
happened.

I, of course, go through many public situations
of being embarrassed by having our pretty black
daughter calling me "Daddy". She's our youngest and
as you might expect, her vocabulary is limited so she
says `Mama' and `Daddy' frequently.

And as you might expect, we as a couple
experience all the double looks and stares from many
on-lookers, as Judy and I go through our everyday
parenting and family responsibilities with our family.

The biggest difference is that Judy doesn't seem
to have any problems with embarrassing moments about
being the mother of a black baby, or any of `our'
other kids, which I didn't father. None of which, as
I may have mentioned before, come close to looking
anything like me.

In fact, she always seems very eager to reveal
her self as the biological mother and that all our
children were conceived and born while we were
married. She also likes to stress that we've never
had a marital separation.

"Oh no, my sweet James, bless his heart, he's a
jewel of a husband, as he's honored his marriage vows
and has never left my side, even though four different
men got me pregnant over the years of our marriage,
and demanded I carry each of their babies to term."

My wife would just as quickly tell such things to
a stranger in a supermarket or a close acquaintance or
distant family relative. To say I cringed in anger
and utter embarrassment at such moments when I'm with
her, would be an understatement. She has repeatedly
ignored my demanding pleads to not say such things.

She replies that I'm infringing on her free
speech rights. I've almost given up trying to stop
her. What can I do?

My wife also seems to have me carrying our
daughter - named Josephine, by Joe - who is only 16
months old, in my arms quite a bit when we're in
public. Josephine is light brown skin and has many of
her mother's facial features.

Additionally, it's not unusual for her to
emphasize or repeatedly mention in her conversations,
that even though I'm not their real father I'm the
kids' devotedly attached daddy. Which is true, I
enjoy our four kids. However, her words always seem
to have an embarrassing ring to it when she expresses
herself to others about this matter.

It also appears now that Judy is not interested
in having anymore kids, so I've giving up the idea of
us two having any together. When I do bring it up,
she always reminds me that we have all the kids we can
afford. With the cost of raising kids these days,
it's hard to rebuff her argument.

Judy is an excellent mother to the kids, and has
been a good, very supportive, but assertive, wife to
me, even if she does give her steady lovers - Jeffrey,
Judd and Joe - preference over me when it comes to
sex.

I guess I can expect them to continue to have
priority, since they are the superior, or alpha males,
in our marital arrangement. I generally have sexual
access to my wife only after they've been with, and in
her.

It always just seems to work out that way. I
suspect she plans it to happen that way, but anyway,
I've adapted to dealing with the situation and have
accepted feeding on her overflowing creampies as a
normal part of my conjugal activities.

When we do have sex, it's customary for me to
always go down on her first and tongue her to an
orgasm. It's well known I can't come close to getting
her off just with my prick, as I can't seem to last
more than a minute or two in her hot juicy cunt. I'm
also not a quick recharger either. Besides, her cunt
is so stretched from all the other guys' giant cocks,
I'm not making much contact when I try to put it in
anyway.

Whenever she wants me to give her head, there's
always semen in her cunt from one of my `husbands-in-
law'. However, she gets an extra thrill from knowing
I'm licking up another man's jism from her very fucked
muff. I know this turns my wife on. This is what I do
best in providing her sexual pleasure.

As you might expect. I don't get to put it in her
that much anyway. I think last year she let me put in
three times - my birthday, Christmas and our
Anniversary. Come to think of, she did give me head
twice as we did a sixty-nine. As usual, her cunt was
full of one or more of my `husband-in-laws' jism.

She always want to be on top when we do this, as
she says that being on top causes for good cunt
drainage into my mouth and reduces the amount of
sucking I have to perform. I guess I should be
thankful for her concern about me in that regard.

If we don't sixty-nine with her getting me off
with her sweet lips, she's often too tired for me to
put it in after I tongue and lap her to several
rousing orgasms. She says my oral actions gives her
more intense orgasms, but takes more out of her, than
those comes given her by my three `husbands-in-law'
with the thorough deep fucking they always give her.
Hence, the reason why she is too exhausted to let me
put it in most of the time after I mouth her oozing,
sperm filled pussy.

Usually, except for special occasions when she
lets me put it in - as I've mentioned earlier - she'll
jerk me off for my relief. That is, if she's not to
tired. Otherwise, she may ask me to jack my own self
off.

However, despite having to jack myself off a lot,
I must admit that I'm rather proud and thrilled at my
personal achievement. That is, that I give her better
orgasms with my lips, tongue, and skillful sucking
action than my three `husbands-in-law', with their
awesome sturdy members.

However, in spite of everything else in our
marriage, my wife really seems to have a genuine deep
love for me.

It appears that her dominance over me, with the
associated humiliations that she has directly or
indirectly, contributed to, has lead to her having
deeper love for me over the years.

By her having irrefutable proof of such overt
humiliations, for example, kids from other men; her
love seems to grow for me as the instances of abject
humiliation increase for me.

I, of course, have problems with my wife's
philosophy and outlook on our relationship, but I know
I'm almost powerless to do much about it. Between
her, her lovers, her family and the dominance over me
by my family, I am virtually trapped in this
relationship. Yet, In a strange way, I do have great
love for my wife. However, I continue, as best I can,
to fight the humiliations she always seems ready to
dump on me.

It appears that it's my trying to fight and
resist her will, and then being defeated soundly by
her, as she trounces me under foot, so to speak, is
what apparently makes her feel even more affectionate
to me. She seems to delight, even more, each
successive time I fail - I never seem to win - or when
some other manner of abject humiliation overwhelms me.

Anyway, all in all, we do have a stable, loving
marriage, and all `our' kids have grown on me. I
treat them no differently than if they were my own. I
concentrate fully on my daily duties and obligations
as a good daddy, and of course, as an affectionate,
but well-behaved husband.


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