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Pig



   By Ed Rider



   "I don't understand," said Lori.  "You get excited by thinking about
watching me have sex with someone else, but you would be devastated if it
ever happened."

   "I didn't say it made sense," said Edwin.

   They were covered with sweat and lying next to each other after one of
their athletic lovemaking sessions.  Even though they were exhausted and
knew they were finished for the night, they both didn't want to give up
yet. Whenever this happened, they found that they could often continue the
excitement for a while with conversation, or as they called it, verbal
intercourse.

   "At least try to explain it a little," she said.

   "OK," he said.  "For men, the visual is a big part of sex.  That's what
makes us sniff around women in the first place.  When I'm making love to
you, I love to see as much of me and you as I can.  That's why I love doggy
style.  You don't like it, because intimacy is important for women, and you
want me face to face with you and are turned off when I'm behind you,
unless we're spooning and our faces are close.

   "So if I watched you with another man, I could see everything in every
position.  I could watch him pull your cheeks apart and see your anus
spasming when you came.  I could see him sliding in and out of you with
your juices covering his penis.  I imagine his penis to be a lot thicker
than mine and really opening you up, so I would see your pussy being pulled
wide as he came out of you and then snapping back.  I would see your face
getting red and watch your tongue as you pant like a bitch in heat.  I
would see your beautiful big breasts flopping like crazy as he pounded
you."

   "Wow!" she said.  "That's really vivid!  Even though I can't relate to
any of that, I can feel how much you want it.  So then why would you be
devastated?"

   "Because in order for that to happen, I would have to be a cuckold," he
said.  "I would have so little respect for myself that I would let another
man have sex with you while I watched.  I would be totally humiliated, but
I couldn't even blame you or him.  I would be disgusted with myself and
hate myself for being less than a man."

   "You are so complicated, Edwin," she said.  "I am so satisfied with our
sex life that I can't even imagine why you wouldn't be."

   "Don't take this the wrong way, Lori," he said.  "I'm just sharing some
of my crazy thoughts.  I love our life together."

   "So do I," she said, "but that's not what this is about.  To me, whether
it's sex, food, money or almost anything, it's the same.  When someone has
nearly everything he or she wants and still isn't satisfied, that person's
a pig.  A pig is greedy.  A pig always wants more.  A pig is never
satisfied."

   "Are you calling me a pig," he said.

   "I don't know," she said.  "You tell me.  You married a woman who loves
sex almost as much as you do.  Isn't that rare with women and men?  How
often do I turn you down?  You know I have to be really exhausted or sick.

   "I give you oral all the time, and even though you know I hate the smell
and taste of come and ask you to pull it out before you come, I put up with
your accidents.  I don't make a big deal out of them, even though you hear
me gagging and sometimes even running to the bathroom to throw up. 
Sometimes I think that gives you pleasure, but please don't tell me if it
does, because I prefer to think you're not that sick.

   "Maybe you miss seeing my vagina stretched by a thick penis, but you
have no complaints about how it feels, because I envelop you with my warm,
moist muscles and do things to you that most women can't, simply because
I've taken the time to learn how.

   "And then there's the anal.  I give it to you, and not just once a year.
Sometimes you act like a greedy pig and expect me to give it to you every
time, and then you sulk when I won't.  Well, you know I don't enjoy it. 
Apart from the physical discomfort, in my mind, I've never gotten over the
feeling of being degraded when you're doing it to me.

   "You have lucky genes.  I know you're sensitive about your slimline
penis, but you don't realize how fortunate you are.  It's just perfect for
me.  It's long, but not too long, so it doesn't hit my cervix when you're
in my vagina, and it's not too thick for my anus.

   "Some of my friends have problems with their overly endowed husbands and
boyfriends.  When I take you in my rear, it's still plenty uncomfortable,
but there isn't the tremendous pain my friends have described when they
complain about anal.  So I handle it, and I don't complain.  Just ask any
of your buddies how often they get it, or if they get it at all.

   "So you lucked into a situation that probably every guy you know -- and
most of those you don't know -- would love to be in.  So are you a pig? 
When you have almost the perfect sex partner, do you still want more?  You
tell me."

   "You make an interesting point, Lori," he said, "but I told you, a man's
dick has no feeling for what is right and fair or what is enough or too
much.  I can't help fantasizing stuff.  But if it bothers you, I can stop
telling you about my fantasies."

   "No, Edwin," she said, "You don't have to do that.  I don't care how
disgusting and piggish they are.  As long as they are just fantasies, they
may puzzle me, but they don't upset me."



   "Hi Judy," said Lori as she swept through the glass door into Edwin's
outer office.

   There was no answer from his secretary for a second, as she looked up
from her work, but Lori saw a look of terror cross her face for a moment
before she smiled.  It was a strange smile.

   "I'm Lori, Edwin's wife," she said.  "I know I haven't been here in a
while, but I'm sure you remember me.  I'm sorry to be so rude, but I'm in a
rush."

   "Oh, I know you, Mrs.  Simmons," said Judy in a strange voice.  "I'm
sorry.  You startled me."

   "Is Edwin in his office?" asked Lori.

   "Uh, no, that is, I don't think so," said Judy.  She was trying to sound
pleasant and relaxed, but Lori could see she was tense.

   "You don't know?"

   "Uh, I was in the restroom, and then I had some work," said Judy.  "He
hasn't called me in.  He could be in a meeting somewhere."

   "Then I'll just drop these tiles off on his desk so he can look at them
and call me later," said Lori walking toward the door.  She tried to turn
the handle, but it was locked.  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Judy
jump up and come toward her.  "Don't bother, Judy," she said.  "I have a
key Edwin gave me a long time ago.  Here it is.

   "No, Mrs.  Simmons, don't -- " said Judy in a panicked voice, but she
stopped as she saw Lori open the door and stride in the room with her
bundle.

   Lori walked a few steps before she saw him.  Edwin was sitting behind
his desk but shifting around in his chair.  He saw her and his face
changed. He was staring at her in shock.  She saw his face was red.  He was
trying to speak, but no words came out.

   "I thought you were in a ---," Lori said, and then she stopped. 
Something was wrong in the room.  Now she realized that his secretary had
been frightened when she arrived and wasn't trying to open the door for
her, but trying to keep her away from the door.  And whatever had
frightened his secretary was also frightening her husband.  His red face
was turning as pale as if he had seen a ghost.

   She looked around, but she didn't see anything.  It was just his office,
with the desk he was sitting behind, a small conference table, a couch,
some chairs and some shelves filled with books and memorabilia.  It didn't
look different than the last time she had been there five years ago.

   As she turned her head back to her husband, who had stopped squirming
and was now starting to look more normal, she saw it.  It was a little
flash of red.  Something red had just moved so slightly that it was barely
perceptible but she saw it out of the corner of her eye, and she realized
that the red was moving in a place where there shouldn't have been any red
or any movement.  She took a step toward Edwin's desk, and the red was
gone.

   But then she took a step back and bent down.  It was there, barely
visible below the desk's modesty panel.  Now she could see the red clearly.
It was a red pair of women's shoes, and there were feet in them.

   Her jaw dropped, and her eyes opened wide.  She slowly straightened and
stood frozen for an instant looking at Edwin with astonishment.  He opened
his mouth to speak, but all he could say was, "Lori," before she dropped
the tiles on the floor, turned and ran out of his office.

   He called her at home throughout the afternoon, but she didn't answer.
He wondered if she would be there when he came home.  She was, but she
wasn't talking to him.  They made it through dinner without exchanging more
than a few sentences.  When she said, "Would you like more potatoes?" he
expected her to start stuffing potatoes down his throat until he stopped
breathing.  But she didn't.

   Once he asked her if he could explain something, but she screamed at
him, "Shut up, Edwin!  Just don't say anything." After that, he didn't
attempt any conversation.

   It was like that for two days in the morning and the evening.  They
slept in the same bed, but it felt to him like she was sleeping in another
country.  The next day was Saturday, and when he walked in the kitchen, she
looked the same way as she had the last two days.  Her eyes were red and
puffy, and her face was pale.  She brought some coffee to him and then sat
down facing him.

   "Your secretary knew, and that means every woman at the office knew,"
she said.  "Didn't you ever think about how your employee could decide to
blackmail you or sue you for harassment, and how that could end your career
and ruin our lives even more than you've already done?"

   "She's not my employee," said Edwin.  "She's my boss.  It started with
her harassing me six months ago, demanding I give her oral in her office. I
thought about telling you, but I knew you'd want me to quit, and the way
things are, I knew I wouldn't be able to find something that paid this
well. She knew it, too.

   "She was the one worried about harassment, so she started coming to my
office and insisting on blowing me.  She made sure my secretary found out,
so everybody would think our thing was something mutual."

   "So you're saying, you've submitted to her blowjobs for me," said Lori.
"You hated every minute of them, and were just trying to protect me by not
telling me anything about it.  You lying pig."

   "No, Lori," he said, "I won't try to fool you.  You know those blowjobs
weren't a hardship for me.  I enjoyed them, and I gloated when I would
think about the fact that in this economy, I could keep a lock on my job by
giving her head and enjoying her blowjobs.  And it was even exciting to
keep them a secret from you.  There.  I've told you the whole truth.  And I
know it was wrong and a betrayal of our marriage, and I'm really sorry, and
I hope that as much as I dishonored you, you won't kick me out, although
you have every right to.  I know you don't trust me anymore, but if you'll
give me a second chance, I promise it will never happen again.  I'll show
you how much I love you and try to win back your trust."

   "Every woman in that office knew what you were doing," she said.  "When
I would meet them at an office event, they were looking at me and thinking
what a stupid, pitiful creature I was.  You totally humiliated me in their
eyes.  I can't go on with you this way, but I don't know what to do.  I
should just divorce you and walk away, but for some reason I'm not thinking
about that yet.  I probably will, but I don't want to do it until I'm less
emotional about this.

   "All I know is I don't want to talk any more about this right now.  I
have to think, and if you want any chance at working this out, you've got
to give me space and time.  When I'm ready to talk, I'll let you know."

   "OK," he said quietly.



   Things started defrosting in two weeks.  After a month, it seemed like
their lives had returned to normal.  Lori seemed to be the same as she had
been before her discovery, including her sex drive.  One night, he thanked
her for giving him a second chance.

   "I haven't given it to you yet," she said pleasantly.  "You're going to
have to earn it.  You're probably thinking you got a free pass because I'm
happy.  But the reason I'm happy is because I'm working on something that
you're going to have to do to pay for what you did to me.  I'm excited
about it because it's getting closer, and the closer it gets, the happier I
am.

   "It's going to be as surprising to you as what you did was surprising to
me, and there are other things in common, too.  But I will tell you this.
You're not going to enjoy it, and that's an understatement.  So you might
want to start thinking about what we have and how much it's worth to you.
Because I've made my decision, and you'll have to make yours.  I don't
think yours will be easy."

   What she said made him uneasy, but even though she said whatever she was
working on was close, Lori didn't mention anything for nearly three more
weeks.  While he was waiting, he didn't enjoy himself with her as much
anymore because he was wondering what she was planning.  And whenever he
noticed that she was smiling at him for no reason, a chill ran through his
body.

   She ended the suspense on a Monday night after dinner.  "It's time to
start talking about our future," she said.  "I've done a lot of thinking
and planning.  The planning took much longer than I thought it would, but I
wanted to make sure everything would be just right.

   "Depending on what you decide, all the planning might go down the drain,
but I don't regret a single minute that I spent on it, because doing it
forced me to think about you and about us and made me understand just how
much it hurt me to learn what a pig I had married and what it would take
for me to continue to live with that pig."

   The words hurt Edwin, but only slightly, because he was much more scared
than hurt.  What scared him was the tone of her voice.  It was the same
tone that she had used when they were talking about their day at the office
or their plans for Saturday night.  It was her normal, pleasant tone with
not a tinge of anger, and it didn't fit at all with what she was saying. 
She sounded psychotic.

   "Let's talk about costs first, Edwin," she said.  "I had a free
consultation with a top divorce attorney that one of my friends had used,
so I can show you his estimate of what the process would cost.  It's a lot,
but he said our situation is fairly simple because we don't have children
or complicated finances.

   "My alternative plan would cost almost as much as the lawyers.  You'll
have until tomorrow night to decide between them, because if you decide on
the second plan, I will need time to get it set up for Saturday morning. 
I'm not going to give you a lot of information tonight, only enough for you
to be able to understand and decide.  If you think I'm not being fair, I'm
willing to listen, and maybe I'll make some adjustments, but I doubt it. 
I've gone over this enough times to know exactly what I want to do.

   "On Friday night, we are going to spend the night at a hotel.  After
breakfast Saturday, we'll come back to the house.  It will give Iris and
Misty time to turn our bedroom into a movie studio.  They're my friends who
do wedding videos, and they also do private erotic videos for couples.  But
Saturday morning for three hours, they'll be shooting a hardcore porn video
in our bedroom.

   "It's not going to be mainstream porn.  They will be recording me as I
hurt and demean and humiliate you in horrible ways.  The only thing I
promise is that I don't intend for anything I do to damage you permanently,
so I'll be careful.  But I know that accidents can happen, and I thought
about certain parts of the video script really hard.  In the end, I decided
that I would take chances -- like you did.

   "I'm confident that any injury you suffer will heal in a month at most,
but as you know, nothing is 100 per cent certain, so if you decide to go
through with this, you need to think about that.

   "So plan on three hours of hell.  But there's more.  After it's over,
I'll explain a few things that are going to change around here.  Since I
feel that everything else we have together is almost ideal, most of our
life will stay exactly the same.  The only things that will be different
will involve our sex lives.  I didn't think that was a problem until you
showed me that I had married a pig.  So there will be some adjustments, and
you're not going to like them.

   "So you need to understand that even if you get through Saturday morning
and recover, there will be ongoing things that you will hate.  No, I'm not
going to put a chastity belt on you, because I think you know that if you
ever humiliate me again, there will be only one choice for me: the lawyer.
I'm not concerned at all about when you're in the office or on a business
trip.

   "And I'll promise you now that most of our sex life will be as good as
it is now, and I hope that the two of us can continue to make it even
better, like we've been doing.  But probably at least once a month you're
going to be going through a mini-version of Saturday morning.  Sometimes
there might be some pain.  But there will always be plenty of degradaton
and humiliation.

   "So there you have the choices.  The quick and painless one is the
lawyer.  The other one will last the rest of our marriage, which to me
means the rest of our lives, because except for being a sex pig, you are my
ideal husband, and I know you'll be a wonderful father to our children.

   "Do you have any questions?"

   "Yes, two," he said.  "Can you give me at least a couple of examples of
what you'll do to me on Saturday?  And what if I back out at the last
minute Saturday morning because I just can't go through with it."

   "I think you know the answer to both of those questions, Edwin," she
said.  "No, you won't get any more information from me.  For the rest of
the week, you can imagine the worst things I could possibly do to you. 
Maybe what I do won't be as bad, or maybe it will be worse.

   "Are you going to brand me or castrate me?"

   "Well, I guess we just found out that you think I'm capable of being a
bigger monster than even I can imagine.  Wow!  First of all, those things
are permanent.  And secondly, I still love you.  I'm not torturing a
terrorist.

   "As for your second question, you're going to be able to back out on
Saturday morning, right up until we get started.  All it means is that the
money I spend on my plan will be wasted, because we're going to have to
spend money on lawyers anyway.  But once we begin, your options are over.
Here's one more thing to think about.  I can promise you that during those
three hours there will be at least one time -- and probably lots of times
-- where you'll be wishing you went for the lawyers.  I'm hoping that
eventually -- it might take many months -- you will think I was worth it,
but you won't feel that way on Saturday.

   "One more thing.  To help keep your head clear, we're not going to have
sex tonight or any time until Saturday morning.  I think this is only the
second time since we've been married that we've done that for five days in
a row.  You know the other time -- it was after I surprised you in your
office.  Also, if you agree to my plan, I'm going to be busy with
preparations starting tomorrow night, and you won't see much of me.  The
rest of the week will give you just a preview of what separation will be
like.  Even before the divorce, we will be completely through, and you'll
never see or touch me again, I swear.  It will be something to think about
when you get nervous on Saturday morning.

   "By the way, I've made an appointment with my lawyer for Wednesday
morning.  I told his secretary that I might cancel it at the last minute,
and she said that wouldn't be a problem, because he's so booked up that
another client will jump at the chance to get in earlier.  So it won't cost
us anything.

   "What I'm saying is that you don't have the option of not giving me your
decision by tomorrow night.  If you don't say anything, I'm keeping the
appointment.  Any other questions?"

   "No," he said in a soft, frightened voice that told her what his
decision would be.



   He was just as frightened when he entered their bedroom on Saturday
morning.  He blinked his eyes because the lights were bright as he looked
around.  Furniture had been moved to the corners of the room, and the bed
had been pulled into the middle.  It was brightly illuminated, and because
all was dark around it, it seemed to be the only thing in the room.  He saw
cameras on tripods everywhere and her friends, Iris and Misty, were walking
around making adjustments.  They were dressed in bikinis and sneakers, and
they looked hot.

   "Iris and Misty will be moving around a lot with hand-held cameras
shooting extreme close-ups," said Lori.  "They're dressed like that because
it could get a little messy.  You see the cameras, but what you don't see
is that they've also hidden some microphones around the bed to capture
every little squishy sound of sex, as well as your reactions, which I hope
will be very expressive.  They will also record me talking to you and
explaining what's going on.

   "Are you ready, ladies.  OK, it's time for us to get undressed and into
bed.  This is your last chance to back out, Edwin, because in a few
minutes, I'm going to be in control, and you won't have any choice.  If you
don't want to split up, you need to get your clothes off and lie down in
the middle of the bed on your back.

   "Well, Edwin, thank you.  I would like to embrace you right now and
smother you with kisses and tell you how much I love you for honoring me
with that decision, but that will have to wait, because we have a video to
make.  See that big empty plastic container from the kitchen.  Please move
it next to your head.  I'm now getting on top of you in the 69 position,
and I want to begin by having you eat me out.

   "Do you notice how wet I am down there already?  That's because I'm
excited about this.  Are you enjoying the juices flowing into your mouth?
Now I'm going to adjust a little and move my knees so my rear is sticking
up a little higher, and Iris is putting one of the small pillows under your
head to bring your mouth back to where it belongs, which is right at my
clitoris.  Just keep your tongue working at it, and your eyes should have a
great view of my red, juicy, empty vagina.  Not for long.  Send the first
one in, Misty.

   "No, don't move like that, Edwin.  I told you that you have to do what I
say for the rest of the morning.  This is what I mean.  Did you feel that?
When you forget your agreement, I'm going to have to squeeze your testicles
like that.  I'll try to do it just slightly, as a reminder, but if you
continue to not mind me, I will have to squeeze harder.  I'm sure that you
will get the idea before I do any permanent damage, but as I told you,
that's one of the chances I have to take.

   "Good, just concentrate on licking.  OK, Number 1.  Now do you see him
going into my vagina slowly.  Don't worry, he won't be there long.  Here's
what's happening, Edwin.  I thought and thought about what a pig you were,
and I decided that the best thing for a pig was a sty.  So our bedroom is
going to be a sty for the next couple of hours, and you get to be the pig
in the sty.

   "What do pigs do in their sty?  Not much, they just eat and wallow.  So
that's what I've planned for you.  You're going to wallow in degradation,
and you're going to eat almost nonstop.  You once mentioned to me how
exciting it would be watching me with another man and also how degrading.
So today, you're going to live out your fantasy of being a cuckold.  You're
going to watch men have sex with me, and you'll get a close-up view.  From
where you are, you'll see every movement in and out like now.  You'll hear
every sloppy squish of my body fluids as the penis churns them up.  Like
now.

   "You've wallowed like a pig, and now it's time for your first feeding.
Pigs don't get much variety in their chow, so today, you'll be eating the
same thing over and over: juicy, fresh cream pie.

   "See, some of my natural lubricant coming out is already mixed with
white because he spurted a ton of stuff into me, and there wasn't enough
room inside.  No, don't stop licking at my clitoris.  Ignore the stuff
falling on your face.  Has some of it gotten into your mouth yet?  How
about your nose?  No, I see by the monitor Iris set up in front of me that
there are just a few drops on your face.  She's behind your head doing an
incredible close-up of my slimy vagina and your tongue flicking my clitoris
just below it.

   "Now Number 1 has pulled out, and I'm going to raise up on my arms a
little, which will lower my rear.  Just keep on licking.  There, now the
white stuff is starting to flow.  Look how it's coming out.  You can stop
licking now and start swallowing.  You're keeping your mouth shut, you
silly pig.  Time to eat.  Your face is already covered and it's going into
your nostrils.  Soon you won't be able to breathe through your nose, and
you'll have to open your mouth.  When it opens, I'm going to squeeze my
vaginal muscles to send a bunch of semen spurting into it, so prepare to
swallow fast.

   "Your mouth is still tight.  I see you're trying to breathe through your
nose.  How does all that semen you're inhaling smell in there.  It probably
burns a little, too, and it keeps on coming, so there's not much air going
in.  I see your mouth twitching.  I think it's about to come open.  There
it goes.  I'll give you a couple of big gasps for air.  Now here's your
meal.

   "Wow!  I had no idea there was so much left.  You're coughing and
choking.  Just focus on swallowing it as fast as you can and you'll soon be
fine.  Look at you swallow.  Uh-oh.  I see your face starting to turn
green. I'm going to lift up off of you now.  Misty, see that container by
his head.  Lift his head back up and put the container in front of his
mouth.  There goes breakfast.

   "That's it, Edwin, just let it go.  You're going to get plenty to eat
this morning.  OK, it looks like you've stopped heaving.  Misty, please
empty that in the bathroom and wash it out quickly.  Then bring it back
here with a glass of water.  No, Edwin, don't move.  I'm sorry I had to
squeeze your balls just now and make you yell, but you forgot to listen
again.  Misty's back.  Please lift him up again, Misty.  You can push some
pillows behind him so you don't have to hold him.

   "Now, Edwin, take a sip of water, slosh it around in your mouth, and
spit it into the container.  That's it.  Do it a couple more times.  We
want to get all that horrible tasting stuff from your stomach out of there.
I don't want anything interfering with my piggy's enjoyment of his cream
pies today.

   "That should do it.  Now please drink the rest of the water.  When you
throw up like that, it's easy to get dehydrated, and we have to keep you
healthy, don't we?  OK, Number 2, we're ready.  Misty please adjust Edwin's
pillows so he can start working on my clitoris again.

   "Did you notice how fast Number 1 came, Edwin?  That's not by accident.
The men were all carefully selected.  One thing they have in common is they
are all gushers.  Some men's bodies manufacture huge amounts of come.  I'm
sure it's not a quart, but it seems like it when you see it coming out. 
I've done lots of research in the last couple of months.

   "I wanted to make sure that my piggy would have plenty to eat, so the
men I picked all had to have an abundance for you.  Then the first 10 had
to also be thin, thinner than you.  Since I was taking so many of them into
my vagina, I didn't want there to be too much friction, just a lot of come.
Also, they needed to be able to get themselves aroused enough that it would
take them less than a minute to come.

   "See, Number 2 is coming already.  Keep on licking.  That's it.  I'm not
going to do the same thing as with Number 1.  But when he pulls out, there
will be plenty of stuff going into your mouth and your nose and all over
your face, and when Number 3 pushes in, more stuff will be pushed out. 
Swallow it while you keep licking me.  I think I'm almost ready to come,
and when I look into the monitor and see that stuff filling your mouth
while you're licking me, that should do it.

   "Whee!  That was three orgasms right there.  Sorry I came down so hard
on your mouth.  Did I push more of his stuff into the wrong pipe?  Is that
why you're coughing?  Uh-oh, I heard that gagging sound again.  Misty, get
that container to him and lift up his head.  Go ahead, Edwin, get it out.
See, there isn't that much this time.  Soon you'll be dry.  You may still
heave, but it won't be messy.  OK, let's clean out his mouth again and
hydrate him.

   "There.  Adjust the pillows again.  I know you're a little exhausted
Edwin, but we're just beginning, so start licking again.  OK, Number 3, I
hope you kept yourself aroused.  There, you sure did.  That was fast.  I
think you surprised Edwin, but he's getting the hang of it now, because he
switched from licking to swallowing quickly.  Now, it's time for your final
exam, Edwin, from now on, you need to do both at the same time.  Don't ever
stop licking my clitoris, even while the stuff is going down your throat.
When you stop licking, I'll give you a little squeeze to remind you to
start again.

   "Look at your face.  You look like a ghost because you're covered in a
thick coat of white paint.  I can barely make out our eyes underneath it.
Misty, use that rubber ball bulb syringe with the long tapered nozzle. 
That's it.  Squeeze the ball until all the air is out and then stick it in
each nostril to suck up the come.  Now squeeze it out into his mouth.  Keep
doing that until he can breathe through his nose again.  Now suck up the
stuff on his eyes the same way.  Good, Now take that damp cloth and wash
around his eyes.  I want your eyes open for this next part, Edwin.  Ready
Number 4.

   "Open those eyes, Edwin.  Keeping them closed is not an option.  I know
they're sticky and crusty.  That's it.  Now you see another advantage of
the thin penis.  He covered it with lube, and it's sliding easily into my
anus.  Yes, there's a little discomfort for me, but not too much, because
he's much thinner than even you are.  There he goes.  Boy, that felt like a
powerful enema spurting up into my colon.

   "And look, another huge load.  Some of it is running down my ass crack
and dripping onto your face.  More is coming now as he pulls out.  But
there's a lot still in there, and now I get to feed it to you.  Adust the
pillow so his head moves back a little, Misty.  There.  Now I'm going to
lower my rear until the anus is right by his mouth.  OK, start licking,
Edwin.  Sorry for the squeeze there, but you weren't getting started.

   "Good.  That feels soothing, your tongue on my little wrinkly hole.  Is
there some nutrition coming out of it?  Not much yet.  Why don't you stick
your tongue in?  That's it.  Push.  Oops!  I hear that gagging sound.  Do
you want the container again?  No?  Take a moment to recover.  OK, that's
enough.  Stick that tongue back in and try to move it around.  That feels
good.

   "OK, here's what you need to do now, Edwin.  Pull your tongue out of my
anus and lean back a little.  Misty, take that bulb syringe and stick it
deep as you can into my anus.  Squeeze until all the air is out.  OK. 
Remove it and let it fill up with air again.  Now stick it back and push
all the air out again.  I'm starting to feel something.  I think one more
time will do it.  There, push that air into me.  Good.  I'm ready now.

   "Edwin, do you know what happens when your colon is full of air.  Yes,
you have to fart to let it out.  Before we started, I cleaned myself out
thoroughly so when I fart, you're not going to get any swamp gas.  But
there's some other stuff in there that's going to shoot out like a cannon.
The longer I can hold it in, the bigger the explosion.

   "Now, Misty, place the pillows under his head so that his mouth is right
at my anus.  Now Misty, suck some come off his face and squeeze it back
into his nostrils until he has to open his mouth to breathe.  Let me know
when he's doing that because I'm having a hard time holding all this air
in.

   "You say he's ready.  OK, tell me when he opens his mouth.  There.  Oh,
listen to that.  What a disgusting sound!  You know what just filled your
mouth, Edwin.  On the Internet, they call it a cumfart cocktail.  Did you
enjoy the first one?  I feel another one coming.  Wow!  That sounded like a
gunshot.  It sounds like you're gagging, so I think I hit the target.

   "That's it, gulp it down.  There's a lot more to come because I still
feel pretty full in there.  Lots of yummy slops for the piggy."

   When Lori had finished farting come, she got off of Edwin and turned
around.  "Oh my," she said, "look at that face.  It isn't pretty.  I'm
sorry, Edwin.  I thought I cleaned myself out completely with two enemas,
but there was a little foul stuff that you had to swallow along with that
good semen.  But I'm sure I must be all clean now for the next load.  OK,
Number 5, back into my ass.  Wait, pull out.  It looks like Edwin is ready
to heave again.  Let's get that container over here.  That's it Edwin. 
Look, hardly anything came out.  You've thrown up everything you can. 
There's nothing in there, but soon the stuff you're eating now will work
it's way down, and you'll have a nice full feeling by the time we're done.

   "We're not going to stop anymore the next time you're nauseous.  You'll
just work through it.  But try to control yourself because dry heaving is a
lot more painful than throwing up.

   "Misty, let him rinse out and drink some more water, and then I want you
to use damp cloth and clean everything off his face, so it's sparkling
clean.  Now please move those pillows like I showed you before.  Remember,
I'm pulling Edwin's legs up to lift his back off the bed, and I want you to
push some pillows under him so when I lower him.  his back is propped up.
There, that's it.  OK, Number 5, into my asshole."

   Number 5 through 9 were variations on the first four.  Edwin swalowed
vast amounts of come from Lori's vagina and ass.  After each session, Lori
pulled Edwin's legs back further and Misty pushed more pillows against him,
propping his back up higher.  By Number 7, he was starting to curl around,
and his legs were dangling over Lori's shoulders as he ate the come out of
her.  After Number 8, his legs were curled so far that his feet were almost
touching the pillows behind him that supported his head.

   After Number 9, Lori got off of him and sat down next to him on the bed.
She took her index finger and scooped up some come covering one of his eyes
and stuck the finger in his mouth, which was panting rapidly.  He didn't
resist when she wiped her finger clean inside his mouth and continued
scooping more come into it until she cleaned most of the come off one eye.
Then she did the same with the other eye.  After that, Misty handed her a
damp cloth and she gently washed away the rest of the come around his eyes.

   The come covering his face was thickening and hardening, and it looked
like a mask, with his eyes, nose and mouth visible through holes.  He lay
on the bed almost lifeless except for the panting.

   "I don't think I need to squeeze you anymore, Edwin," she said.  "I
think you had so much to eat that you're not objecting now.  My thin man
Number 10 is going to be a little different.  Look up.  Do you see how I've
gradually got you in a heels over head position with those pillows under
your back.  Now that I'm off of you, I can pull your legs back even further
behind your head.  There.  Now if you look straight up, what do you see. 
Why it's Edwin's beautiful long, thin jewel that I treasure so much.  It
does give me a lot of pleasure, except when you come in my mouth.

   "So far, my piggy has enjoyed a wine tasting.  I hope you've been
comparing the different flavors of all my thin men.  Or do they all taste
the same?  We can talk about that more some time, but now I'm going to pull
out the expensive reserve wine, Edwin Simmons 1986, for a special treat. 
See, I'm going to pull your legs back and down like this, Look, you've got
something right in front of your mouth.  It's a thin all-day sucker that's
hollow in the middle and filled with a delicious cream.  Once you suck on
it enough, you'll release that delicious white cream and enjoy every drop
of it.

   "I made sure you've got plenty by letting it build up this week.  And I
don't think it's going to take long for you to get to it, because you
should be really horny right now, even though your face is covered with
come.  Now I'm going to stroke you a little.  Look at that.  Mr.  Small and
Pudgy just turned into Mr.  Hard and Strong.  And it's pushing hard at your
lips.  Little pig, little pig, let me come in.  Why don't you open your
mouth for Mr.  Hard and let him inside?  OK, I'll help you.  I'm gong to
pinch your nose shut now while I stroke Mr.  Hard.  We'll both be patient,
Mr.  Hard and I, and wait for you to open the door.

   "He's really getting harder and wants to go into your mouth in the worst
way.  Your eyes are getting wide, Edwin.  I think your mouth is going to
open soon.  There it goes, and in goes Mr.  Hard.  He loves it in there
with all the come.  He feels right at home.  Now just give him a playful
little suck to show you love him.  Don't make those gagging sounds.  You
haven't had anything to throw up in quite a while, so all it does is hurt
and doesn't give any relief.  Get control of yourself.  We've come this
far. Why make it harder.  Let's get this over with.

   "That's it.  That was a nice little suck.  Now another one.  Good.  Now
breathe through your nose and suck as hard as you can.  If you breathe
right, you won't need to stop sucking.  That's it.  Leave the rest to me.
I've got some lube here and I'm going to stick my hands into it.  Do you
feel my warm hand around your balls?  Doesn't that feel good?  I'll pull on
them a little now.  I can see you responding to that like you always do.

   "Now, while I manipulate your balls, I'm puttng my other hand around
your beautiful long jewel.  It's so long that even though you're sucking
hard on some of it -- and you're doing such a good job -- there's lots of
it still outside of your mouth.  I'm gong to close my hand to get some good
slimy friction going from all the lube.  I'm starting to pump it up and
down.

   "Look at your legs up above your head.  They are waving like flags in
the wind.  Your whole body is getting into this, and your face is bright
red.  I knew it wouldn't take long.  Just keep sucking as I keep pumping
and playing with your balls.  Do you feel yourself getting anxious?  You
want to come so badly, but you also don't want to fill your mouth with your
own come in front of that close-up camera that Iris is aiming at you.

   "Your eyes are getting wider and wider.  You've stopped sucking and
you're trying frantically to hold back.  It's all right, Edwin, I won't
make you suck anymore, because I can tell it's too late now.  You aren't in
control.  I'm not even in control.  I'm just going to make sure your penis
stays in your mouth and keep on pumping and playing with your balls. 
Neither one of us knows when it's going to happen, but I don't think it
will be long now, so I'm going to keep on talking until it does because I
think that's helping get you past your resistance.

   "Your breathing is going wild and your body is shaking.  Give it up,
Edwin, don't hold back.  Let yourself go.  It's going to feel so good when
your stuff starts spurting out.  Oh!  What was that sound.  You squealed
like a pig, I think, and then you held your breath, and now I see you've
exploded.  I'm still pumping.  I want to get it all out.  Look, how your
come made the trip up to the roof of your mouth, and now it's coming out
your nose.  Look at your head move like it's trying to get away.  And your
legs are flapping like angel's wings trying to fly out of here.  I'm so
excited that I'm coming again.  I had some great orgasms while you were
licking me and eating your cream pies, but this was the best one yet, and
nothing was even touching me between my legs.

   "OK.  I see you're slowly getting soft.  I want it to stay in your mouth
until the last drop comes out.  Does it taste different from the others? 
No, don't say anything yet.  I don't want you to talk with your mouth full.
OK, Number 10, are you ready.

   "Edwin, I see that you are soft and about to fall out of your mouth.  So
we're ready to move on.  Your tongue is probably hurting from all that
exercise and you're feeling a little bushed from all the sucking.  But from
now on, you won't have to do anything.  You can just relax and enjoy the
rest of the video shoot.

   "Oh, I see you're not too tired to move a little.  Yes, that was No.  10
sticking his fingers into your anus.  Here he goes again.  He's standing on
the bed holding your legs, which are right over your head, and pushing some
of the thick oily lube into you from behind.  Now he's inserting his long,
thin thing inside you.  I can tell it hurts a little, because you're not
used to it, but look how smoothly it slides in.  You know, he's the last of
the thin men, and I saved him for you, because you've never anal before, so
I wanted your first experience to be as gentle as possible.

   "I can see you're breathing heavily as he's going in and out, but you're
just experiencing some discomfort, no real pain.  You've gotten used to the
idea of anal pretty fast.  I think it's because you're already so degraded
that the psychological aversion isn't that strong anymore.  Mr.  Thin
should come soon, and sure enough, there he goes.

   "Look straight up.  He's pulled your hole right over your mouth.  it's
just a few inches away.  See how some of his come is leaking out of you
because he squirted a huge load inside, and it's being forced out around
his tool.  It's dripping on you.  Now get ready for a lot more as he pulls
out.  There, that went into your mouth and your nose, but none got in your
eyes.

   "Now for some more cumfart cocktails.  Do you feel the air I'm squirting
into you with my bulb syringe.  I think you're bigger inside than I am, so
I'm going to give you a lot of injections.  I see you're starting to
squirm. That's only three.  Let's put in two more.  Your stomach is getting
bloated.  It looks a little like you're pregnant.  OK, Mr.  Thin, take his
legs and position him.  That's it.  You can see your wrinkly hole close up
now.  If you stuck your tongue out, you could probably touch it.  No, I
won't make you do that because I see you're almost ready to explode.

   "Yes, look at that wrinkly thing.  You're staring at it in disbelief. 
Watch closely.  I see you're trying to hold it in.  That's good, because
when it comes out, it will be even stronger.  I love the expression on your
face.  Oh, that was amazing, the noise and the white cream exploding onto
your face.  You're keeping your mouth shut, but the thick paint is covering
your face and going into your eyes and your nose.  You'll soon have to open
your mouth to breath.

   "There you're gasping, and boom, you just shot out another cum fart and
this one must have hit the back of your throat.  You're choking, but you
need to swallow fast, my little piggy, because there's more to come. 
That's it.  Eat that cream pie that was baked right in your own oven. 
Enjoy yourself.  Look at you go.

   "Uh-oh.  I see something I don't like.  I thought that because you got
rid of your breakfast, there wouldn't be anything else there, but I see a
little off white.  Just a little, though, and I'm sure there's nothing
left. Now that you've finished your meal, I'm going to wash you totally
clean, so you're ready for a fresh start.  You're all finished with the 10
Mr.  Thins.

   "You're so cute lying there helpless.  It's like I'm washing off the
face of a little boy.  But while I'm doing that let me tell you what's
next. It's really the same as what the last Mr.  Thin just did, but instead
of Mr.  Thin, you get to meet 10 Mr.  Thicks.  They have just as much come
for you as the Mr.  Thins, and some of them have even more.

   "The difference is that I picked them for how thick and long they are.
It turns out that your anus can accept a lot more than a vagina, so I
thought these big huge, long things would make for a good video.  Remember
how you enjoy imagining me being stretched in your cuckold fantasy.  As I
watch them feed you, I'm going to pretend that I'm you watching me being
stretched and try to enjoy it like you would.

   "The 10 Mr.  Thicks have been saving up their stuff for a few days, so
they should also come inside you pretty quickly, especially since you are
so fresh and tight for them.  But I'm giving them a bonus if they can last
for one minute of hard slamming.  That won't start right away.  I want each
of them to ease into you slowly and then warm up and gradually increase the
speed.  This is mostly for safety, because I don't want them to tear you.

   "Since you don't know much about anal, you'll be surprised that it hurts
almost the same at medium speed as it does at high speed.  So I'm looking
forward to hearing from you.  While you were licking me and swallowing, you
couldn't say much, but now you'll have a chance.

   "Once they've worked up to a really fast speed -- I'm figuring about
three minutes for each one -- I'll start timing them.  if they hold out
past the three-minute mark, I'll tell them they can come.  I'm looking
forward to hearing a lot from you as they slam into you, and then I'll
enjoy you enjoying lots of cumfart cocktails.  I'm not going to clean you
up for a while, because I want to see how thick a layer they can build up
on your face.

   "Before Number 10, though, I'm going to clean off your eyes, so you can
watch again.  Because Number 10 is what I call a freak of nature, and
you've got to see what he can do.  Even though the first nine will open you
up pretty wide so that your anus will soon look like a drainage pipe with
white sludge pouring out of it, Number 10, when he's fully expanded, will
turn you into a full sewer line by comparison.

   "After he drops his load, your hole will be so huge that I'll be able to
put both of my petite hands inside you and scoop out all the come that's
left so I can feed you with my hands.  Then I'm going to watch as your
giant sewer hole slowly shrinks down into a little wrinkle again.  We're
going to get that in slow motion on the video.

   "That's the grand finale.  Then the girls are going to pack up and
leave, and I'm going to attend to you.  You're going to hurt a lot, and
I've heard that painkillers don't help much.  You may have to call in sick
at work on Monday.  But I'll focus on helping you heal as quickly as
possible and showing you that I really love you despite what I'm putting
you through today.  And whenever you're ready to talk, I'll tell you the
rest.  OK, Mr.  Thick Number 1, we're ready for you.



   Edwin couldn't move without intense pain on Sunday, and he spent most of
the day in bed sleeping.  Lori brought him food, but his stomach was upset,
and he couldn't eat much.  Even though the stuff he had swallowed was soft
and mostly liquid, it hurt tremendously coming out, so he asked Lori to
just bring him broth because he was afraid of the pain he would have
dealing with solids.

   He went back to work on Wednesday, but everyone could see he was walking
funny and making grimaces with every step.  He tried to sit behind his desk
most of the time and postponed his business trip scheduled for the next
week.

   By the following weekend, things were better.  He continued to feel an
occasional stab inside his anus for as long as five weeks, but they became
less frequent.  Lori said nothing to him beyond normal conversation and
just continued to take care of him tenderly.

   After four weeks, he began stroking her in bed one night.  She gently
moved his hand off her and said, "Edwin, I'm so happy to feel your caress
again.  I think it shows you're almost healed in body and mind.  But before
we can do anything, we need to talk.  Not now, because we need to get some
sleep, but as soon as you want to after that."

   The next night after dinner, he said, "So let's talk."

   "OK, Edwin.  Remember I told you that the video session wasn't the end
of it.  By the way, I watched the finished edited version once, but then I
had to put it away.  It got me so aroused that I was ready to go out to a
bar and pick up the first man who looked at me.  You were out of the
question, because you were still hurting a lot.  I'm saving it for a day
when we have a large block of time, because I'm going to go wild with you.

   "You don't have to watch it if you don't want to, but I am going to
invite all the women from your office over here for brunch one Saturday,
and there will be a special presentation on the big flat-screen in the
living room.  I won't go into all the details of how I got you to make the
video, because I want to leave them guessing.  But I expect to get a
different look and attitude from them the next time I see them in the
office or at a company function.

   "I know you stopped the arrangement with your boss the day after I
discovered you, and she didn't object, so I was thinking about inviting
her, too.  But then I decided that she's never had to pay for what she did
because we've been discreet.  So she's not going to be invited.  She'll
hear all about the video from the others, and she'll be dying to see it. 
I'm sure she'll call me up, and she may even try to bribe you into letting
her come over.  But the more frustrated she is, the happier I'll be.  What
do you think of the bitch that you married, Edwin?

   "And that brings me to what happens from this day on, if you agree.  If
not, I'll be very sad, but I'll force myself to go to the lawyer.  At least
I'll have the video to remember you by.

   "I don't think it's all that bad, but I'm not you.  Remember, Edwin,
we're only talking about sex.  It's not the major part of our life
together, which is wonderful -- at least for me.  I hope you agree.  But
sex is still an important part, for us both.  I wish our sex life could
always be as mutually exciting and fulfilling as it was before you did what
you did.

   "But you did it, and there's no going back.  I don't think about it all
the time, but I still think about it too much.  And over time, it builds
up. When it gets to be too much, I'm going to say 'Oink!'

   "Oink?" he said.

   "Yes, oink," she said.  "That will work when we have kids or someone is
over here.  Or if we're in a restaurant with another couple or we're on
vacation.  That will be my signal to you."

   "Signal for what."

   "For the next time we go to bed, whether it's later that day or the next
day.  When we have sex, I'm going to feed the pig again.  We may start off
doing things that both of us like, but before the evening is over, you're
going to be eating some creampie.  No more cuckolding.  This will be just
between us, so the flavor of the month, every month, will be Edwin Simmons
1986 Reserve.

   "I may ask you to do your thing where you suck your own penis until you
come into your mouth while I watch.  Or I may have you do my ass and then
cumfart the load you put in me into your mouth.  There may be other things
I think of, and I want to get each new one on video the first time we do
it. I'll learn to set up the equipment myself, because, as I said, from now
on, it's only me and you.  And there won't be much pain.  No, mostly it
will just be a lot of disgusting and degrading stuff until I get my fill of
humiliating you.

   "I'll try to oink as little as possible, but I know that there will be
times when I just need to.  I won't know until I feel it.  Maybe there wlll
be times when it's even two nights in a row.  But I promise you, I'm not
going to be a greedy pig.

   "The rest of the times we have sex -- which will be most of the time --
I'm going to make it better and better for you, because I want to prove
that I love you and appreciate your puttng up with the humiliation.  I'll
give you blow jobs as often as you want, even every day.

   "Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you, I'm no longer going to be upset if you
come in my mouth by accident.  I did some research and found out about snow
balls, and that's what I'll feed you if you have an accident.  It means
that I'll hold all of your come in my mouth and then give you a big French
kiss and deposit everything in your mouth.  I'll try to make it go into
your nose, too, and make sure you swallow every drop, just like you did on
the video.

   "As for anal, you can have it as often as you want.  But if you come
inside me, you'll have to eat your come and anything else inside me that
mixes with it just like you did the other night.  And since I don't like
anal, I'm going to do my best to make you come fast, so you won't be
enjoying much anal before you enjoy your marbled creampie.  Remember a few
months ago when I was experimenting with how fast I could make you come. 
By doing certain things -- and you know what they are -- I got it down to
less than 30 seconds, and I think I can do even better if you want to try.

   "You may prefer to wait for oink nights to have anal sex.  I'll let you
enjoy yourself in my anus before you deposit there.  And I'm going to
always clean myself out thoroughly first to make sure there's nothing
distasteful for you to eat besides your come.

   "I see you turning green now as I'm telling you this.  That's one reason
I decided not to have you to eat me out each time we make love.  Another
reason is because then it wouldn't be special.  If you did it that often,
you might get used to it.

   "I don't want my piggy to ever get used to the taste and smell of his
special slops, so I'll try to oink as seldom as possible.  I want each time
to be an experience that you really hate, something that totally degrades
and humiliates you and reminds you of what you did to me.  You don't know
how that excites me.

   "Now you know what I've become, Edwin.  Is this what you want?  I don't
need an answer right now.  You need to process the information I just gave
you.  Tomorrow morning, I'm calling the lawyer again and setting up an
appointment in two weeks.  I'll wait until the night before to see if you
want me to cancel it.  Why are you looking at me so funny?  What are you
smiling about?"

   "I'm smiling about you," he said.  "I've been having nightmares about
what you were going to tell me and whether I could agree to it.  I'm not
going to tell you what I imagined, because I don't want to give you any
more ideas.  These are bad enough.  But you can save yourself the phone
call tomorrow.  I'm too horny to endure another night without you." He
began stroking her arm.
   Lori smiled at him.  "Oink!" she said.  

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