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Subject: {ASSM} Lisa's Stroy (M/F, Cheat, Preg? Castration Theme)
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Story Code: M/F, Cheat, Preg? Castration Theme

Copyright 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.

Author's Note: I suppose this will be part one, since this seems to be
only half done, although it's as complete as I'd originally
envisioned. I guess it will depend in part on the response, if any,
that is generated. If I do write a continuation, I'll rename the story
'Trophy Husband' but for now, I just call it...

Lisa's Story
by rachael


I couldn't bear the thought of sneaking around all the time. Going
behind my husband's back to meet a boyfriend. He loves me and trusts
me, so I don't want to hurt him, but I need a little more than he can
give me, you know? He works so hard, putting food on our table, buying
me little unexpected gifts that are just perfect. He's a pretty
amazing guy, my husband, I'm a lucky woman and I know it. So I don't
want to lose him. But, gosh, I just need...sex.

I'm only 21 years old, but sometimes I feel a lot older, just because
I only get it from my husband maybe once every two weeks or so. He's
tired, I know, exhausted from the daily stress. And he does try, but I
hate making him do it, when he's so obviously uninterested. I do buy
sexy clothes for him, you know lingerie, stockings and garters, thongs
and peek-a-boo bras. I'm 5'4" tall about 105lbs, with a good hard
body, a great ass, fine legs, and I got a boob job, so my breasts are
magnificent 34C's now. My face is pretty, my teeth fine, my eyes brown
and hair a long healthy wave of black silk. So, I don't know what else
to do, nothing seems to work with him.

Like I said, I didn't really want to fool around on him. I love him. I
masturbated a lot, and that helped, but not much. I need a man's
touch. So, I was talking with a friend of mine named Clarice. Her
husband is always there with her, a very attentive man of about 35 or
so. She's 28 and awfully pretty. I use her for my role model when I go
shopping. If I look at a dress, I say to myself, 'Would Clarice wear
something like this?' and if the answer is no, then I don't want it.
So she has a lot of influence over me.

I started talking to her one day about my sex life. Actually, I think
she brought it up, speaking at first about another friend of hers whom
I vaguely knew. Clarice doesn't gossip very much, so this surprised
me, but the conversation soon changed to mine, as I said. I told her I
was a little frustrated, I supposed, because my husband wasn't very
active in that department. He had a low sex drive, I shrugged.

"And yours is...high?" Clarice smiled at me.

"Yeah." I nodded and giggled a little self-consciously. "High
like...through the roof sometimes, you know?"

"Yes, I think I do." She was smiling at me. "Have you taken a lover?"

I gasped at that. "No, of course not!" I told her. We'd only gotten
married 8 months before. "I thought it was common decency to wait at
least a year!" I joked.

Clarice laughed too. "I have several lovers." She told me. "It really
is the best thing when two people are in love, but just unsatisfied in
that one small area."

I looked at James, her husband who was sitting there nearby, reading a
book and drinking some iced tea. He had to have heard, which means he
must have known...and didn't care? I wondered about that.

"Oh, James doesn't mind if I have lovers, do you James?" She smiled at
her husband.

"No dear, of course not." He looked up and smiled back at her.

"See, Lisa?"

"But, uh, excuse me for being nosy, why doesn't your husband care?" I
couldn't help but ask, could I?

"Oh, he probably would if I hadn't had him castrated." Clarice
shrugged. "But since I've removed his balls, he's so much more relaxed
and understanding."

"You?...What?" I couldn't have heard her right. "I'm sorry Clarice,
did you say you removed his...balls?"

"Well, I didn't do it of course. I have a friend, a doctor friend, who
specializes in that sort of thing. She's very good, maybe you should
talk to her about Jack."

Jack was my husband. "But, oh...I don't think so. He'd never even
think about that, and besides we want to have children, I mean we're
trying, so..." I was shaking my head.

"Well, it was just a thought, Lisa." Clarice smiled and changed the
subject. But the seed had been planted, as she'd known it would be,
and I often found myself thinking about what she'd told me. I tried to
picture what my husband would look like without his balls. They really
were rather ugly. I mean, I know some women like them, but I found
them to be rather ...unseemly. A hairy little sack swinging back and
forth? They were small and soft and ugh! Where was the excitement in
that?

One night, lying in bed with my husband, I started fondling his cock,
trying to get him stirred up because I was feeling the need. But he
just sighed and rubbed my thigh. He loved me, but he said he was just
too wound up to relax, he had numbers and accounts and clients dancing
through his head. He needed to work extra hard because we needed a new
car, blah blah blah...I'd heard it all before and it didn't make the
ache in my womb feel any better.

I felt his balls, hairy and warm, rolling them around in my fingers
gently. I started thinking that maybe losing those wouldn't be such a
bad thing. Clarice's husband was perfectly normal, very calm, almost
sedate, but a lot of fun to be around too. He was the model of a good
husband.

"Jack?" I whispered.

"Hmmm?" He responded softly. "What is it, Lisa?"

"What do you think of castration?"

"Huh?" He rolled over. "Castration? Are you getting a dog?"

"No, Jack, I mean like a guy, a man."

"Oh. Mmm...I don't know." He started sleeping about then and I rolled
over, frustrated as usual and finding it hard to sleep.

If Jack was castrated, I kept thinking, then I could be with a real
man. I could be having all the sex I could handle and Jack wouldn't
care. He'd still be the same, still in love, and I'd be so much
happier. It really could work, I thought, if we could get around the
baby issue.
I spoke with Clarice a couple days later, asking her about that doctor
she'd mentioned.

"Oh, have you been thinking about getting Jack fixed?" She asked.

"Uh, kind of, I don't know. I'd just like to ask some questions, you
know?"

"Oh sure, I have her phone number in my address book. Jim, would you
be a dear and get Dr. Lyon's phone number please? It's on my writing
desk. Thanks sweetie."

Her husband nodded and walked off to find the information. "Oh she
really is very good, too. You'll like her I think. She's been
castrating men for years and I've never heard of anyone complaining."

"There's more castrated men in town?" For some reason I'd imagined Jim
as the only one.

"Oh yes, dear!" Clarice chuckled. "Quite a few, in fact. Most of my
friends have had their husband's castrated already. It really is a
very trendy thing nowadays, even among newlyweds like yourselves."

"Really?" I was surprised at that.

Jim returned with the phone number, written on a piece of stationary
for me in his neat handwriting. "Dr. Lyon's is very nice." He told me
with a smile. "Your husband would like her I think"

"Oh, okay. Thanks Jim, thank you Clarice." I smiled at the woman and
decided I'd call this doctor and see what the deal was.

-=-=-

"Sunrise Care Services, my name is Peter, how may I direct your call."
A very nice man asked me.

"Uh, Dr. Lyon's office please."

"Thank you Ma'am, have a nice day." He said and then another phone was
ringing.

"Good morning, Dr. Lyon's office, Nurse Ryan speaking, may I help
you?"

"Hi, good morning, I got your number from a friend of mine and I was
wanting some information regarding a, uh...castration procedure?" I
actually blushed when I said it, I think, although I don't know why.
We were on the phone.

"Sure, I can answer any questions you might have. Could I have your
name please?" She sounded very young.

"My...name? I just wanted to ask..."

"I understand, we just like to keep a record of who calls, the
information is confidential, I assure you."

"Oh, well, my name is Lisa Pavageau and my husband's name is Jack." I
hadn't meant to say that!

"Then I take it this is regarding the castration of your husband?"

"Uh, yes." I winced.

"And how old is your husband, Lisa?"

"He's um, 27 years old."

"Oh, that's a good age to get castrated." The woman told me.

"It is?"

"Oh yes, there's numerous health issues related to the testicles that
first arise in the 25-35 age bracket. Many of these problems are
undetectable by normal examination until the they become symptomatic,
and by then the medical costs of treatment is much higher, and the
likelihood of successful treatment much lower. So many men who are
very ill today, in their 40's and 50's would be living much better,
healthier lives if they'd been castrated when they'd been 30 or so."

"Really?"

"Oh, yes ma'am, that's a medical fact. Of course the biggest issue is
that the medical establishment is largely run by men, if you catch my
meaning, Lisa." She chuckled softly.

"Ah." I said, being a little unsure of what she meant.

"Men being, well, men...They're a little reluctant to publish the fact
that castration as a preventive medical measure is both feasible and
desirable."

"I see. But what about, uh babies? I want to, we want to, start a
family and if..."

"Oh we always preserve sperm specimens from all of our patients. Your
husband's sperm would be preserved indefinitely, and available for in
utero fertilization any time you desired it. The viability of the
process is right around 98% which means very little of the spermatozoa
itself is degraded, and in general terms it isn't even worth worrying
about since the average patient donates roughly 8-10CC's of sperm
containing literally millions of healthy sperm cells."

"So I could get pregnant any time I wanted?"

"That's right Lisa, exactly like that. All that is required is your
husband to sign a few forms releasing his sperm for fertilization. He
can sign those anytime and they'll stand up in any court in the
country. Our clinic is not interested in a hypothetical custodial
battle over sperm, we leave that to daytime talk shows."

"So even if we got...divorced, I could still get impregnated by him?"

"As long as the paperwork has been done, sure."

wow! My mind was going a hundred miles an hour. Is there such a thing
as too much good news?

"And, um...what about the procedure itself?" I wondered. "Is it.."

Nurse Ryan reassured me immediately. "Oh, the procedure is very
simple. Unless your husband has complications, such as hemophilia for
example, the castration itself is an out-patient procedure. That means
he comes in and we prep him for surgery, Dr. Lyons removes his testes
and excess tissue, and we suture him back up. It takes less than two
hours and he's back home watching football on TV."

"It doesn't hurt, does it?" I had no desire to hurt my husband, of
course.

"No. Not at all. We generally prefer to use just a local anesthetic,
since anytime a patient is put unconscious it creates small but
unavoidable risks. Of course, some men, many men, would prefer to be
completely out during their castration." Nurse Ryan laughed. "But
unless there's a real medical reason, we keep them awake. Dr, Lyons
believes that seeing their balls removed is also good for the
psychological health of the patient."

"I see." I paused for a moment, wondering if I'd asked about
everything I wanted to.

"Would you like to set up a consultation?" Nurse Ryan suggested.

"Oh! Uh...I don't know, um..."

"It's okay, you probably haven't really had a chance to discuss this
with your husband yet, have you?" Nurse Ryan must have had a lot of
experience with young wives like me.

"No, um...not yet."

"Well, you could still come by, if you like. By yourself, or with your
husband, and see our facilities, meet Dr. Lyons. Especially if you
find it hard to talk to your husband. We might be able to suggest some
methods to convince him of the value castration can add to his
life...and yours, Lisa."

I could almost hear Nurse Ryan's smile through the phone and I
couldn't help but make an appointment with Dr. Lyons for the following
week. If I could bring Jack along, I would. But even if it was only
myself, I felt sure that Dr. Lyons would be able to help us.

As we lay in bed that night, I broached the subject again with my
husband. "Dear?" I was rubbing his chest lightly, knowing all too well
that I'd probably get no physical interest out of him. "I was thinking
about that...thing...that we talked about the other night."

"Mmm..." He murmured sleepily. "What thing?"

"The castration thing." I glanced at him but he just lay there. "Did
you know it can be really good for you?"

"Good for me? What?" Jack turned over, onto his side facing me.

"Castration, the doctors say it can be really healthy."

"Lisa." He almost laughed. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I love you. I just want to do what's best for you, that's all." I
didn't add that I thought it would be pretty good for me too.

"I have the biggest presentation of my life in three days." He sighed.
"The president is going to be there, the CFO, all the department
heads..." Jack shook his head. "And you're talking about cutting off my
balls?" He did laugh then.

"Well, I think it would help you." I shrugged a little. "The lady I
spoke with said a lot of stress comes from just having balls." I
wasn't explaining this very well, was I?

"A lady? A woman?" Jack closed his eyes. "What would any woman know
about balls?" He rolled over again. "Just go to sleep, okay?"

He wasn't taking me seriously, I realized. I was just his trophy wife,
not someone he wanted advice from. It made me more than a little sad
and try as I might, I just couldn't think of a way to make my concern
for him any plainer. I really hoped Dr. Lyons would have some ideas.

I kept my appointment, feeling vaguely uneasy that I was alone. Jack
should have been with me, but Nurse Ryan, who turned out to be a very
attractive young girl, maybe 20 years old and just out of nursing
school, reassured me.

"Most of our patients don't come to the first visit." She smiled and
patted my arm. "Their husbands, or boyfriends, even sons and fathers
sometimes, just don't understand how important their well-being is to
the people around them."

I nodded, she was expressing exactly how I felt. If Jack only knew how
much I cared about him, he would have come along. I filled out some
forms in the waiting room. It was a very nice office, well appointed
and pleasant. Not so much like a hospital at all.

There was another woman there, older than I, perhaps forty or so, and
she smiled politely at me. Next to her sat a teenaged boy, looking
somewhat bored and acting the tough, but it was obvious he was
nervous. He had long greasy hair and a ripped t-shirt, worn jeans and
biker boots. He looked like a criminal and I largely ignored him.

"Is this your first visit?" The woman asked me, when it was obvious
I'd finished the forms. I nodded. "Husband?"

"Yes, my husband...I'm just getting some information really." I sounded
like I was telling a sales clerk I was just looking. "I mean, he isn't
really interested in it."

The woman laughed. "Oh, they never are! Believe me. I have a husband
and three boys. Kevin here is the last, thank goodness." She smiled at
her son who pointedly ignored us.

"Really? They're all..."

"Yep." She nodded. "They're all clipped, or will be soon. Kevin is
going to be castrated as soon as Dr. Lyons is ready for him. She
really is the best, she's made my life a hundred percent better!"

"But how old is...Kevin?" I thought he looked too young to be castrated.

"He's 15 now and I think it's for the best. He's fallen in with the
wrong crowd." The woman shook her head. "I stay awake at night
wondering where he is, what he's doing. I'm so afraid he's going to
come home some day and tell me his girlfriend is pregnant." She
shuddered and I nodded sympathetically.

Just then Nurse Ryan returned and took my forms. She smiled at Kevin.
"Are you ready, Kevin? Right this way please." The boy practically
jumped at the sound of his name and he looked at his mother with wide,
nervous eyes, but when the woman stood up, the scruffy youth did the
same. I watched them leave wondering how the woman had managed to talk
her entire family into being castrated.

Perhaps 15 minutes later I was surprised to see a very good looking
man, dressed in green scrubs with a lab coat over his broad shoulders,
approaching me. "Lisa?" I smiled and stood up, feeling a little
self-conscious beneath his soft brown eyes. "I'm Dr. Prescott, the
clinic psychologist." He smiled and I felt my knees go weak. When he
took my hand gently in his, it was worse. This guy, I thought to
myself, belonged in an art gallery. Or at least in some underwear ads.

"It's nice to meet you." I blinked, feeling my stomach doing little
flip-flops. I could smell him. Not his cologne, not the soap he used.
I could smell him. It was obscene.

"Dr. Lyons is in surgery right now, but I thought I could have a
little chat with you." He let go of my hand and put his palm in the
small of my back, making me give a slight gasp. "Would you like to
come to my office?"

I nodded dumbly, not trusting my voice. I let him lead me gently down
a warm, carpeted corridor and into a spacious office with a nice view.
There was a desk, of course, but also a comfortable chair and small
sofa, love seat really, arranged in the corner. We moved there and I
sat on the loveseat. I declined his offer of coffee and watched as he
sat in the chair, leaning forward so that we were very close.

"Now you're here about your husband, right?"

"Yes, uh, yeah...Jack, my husband." I was looking into the doctor's eyes
and having a very hard time remembering what my husband even looked
like.

"So, I understand that you're interested in having him castrated." He
nodded to himself. "But..." He smiled, inviting me to explain.

"But, uh...He's not very...interested." I admitted. "He doesn't really
take me seriously."

Dr. Prescott nodded in understanding. "We'll talk about Jack in a
moment. Why do you think it would be good to have this procedure?"

"Well, um..I love him." I had to say that. "I...he's under a lot of
stress, at work. Maybe if he were...fixed..." I smiled weakly. "It would
make things easier for him."

"I see." Dr. Prescott pursed his lips. "The testicles can certainly
contribute to emotional as well as physical problems, especially if
the patient works in a high-stress environment." He paused. "How is
your personal life, Lisa?"

"What?" I frowned slightly. "My...personal life?"

"Yes." He shrugged. "Your sex life. Are you satisfied by your
husband?"

I made a face and Dr. Prescott smiled. "Uh, no. I'm not satisfied."

"You realize that once your husband is castrated he'll lose virtually
all interest in sex."

It was my turn to laugh. "That would be an improvement, Doctor,
believe me." I closed my eyes. "Jack has no interest in sex now."

"Okay." Dr. Prescott looked at me, leaning back into his chair. "So,
tell me, Lisa...What specifically is your interest in this? Your
personal benefit from castrating your husband?"

"I..." I wasn't sure I wanted to answer this beautiful man, doctor or
not. "I'm only 21 Doctor." I folded my arms across my breasts
protectively. "I need...sex."

"Well, of course you do, Lisa." He laughed and I reddened. "So how
does this help?"

"I want to...to take a lover." I looked down. "And maybe if...if...Jack was
castrated..."

"He wouldn't care?" Dr. Prescott offered. "You could have a
relationship, a sexual relationship, outside the normal bounds of
marriage?"

"Yes." I looked up, as if daring the man to disapprove me. "I won't
cheat on him. Not now, like this...I can't."

"But if he were castrated and physically unable to perform, you think
he'd...approve?" Dr. Prescott arched his eyebrows. He didn't wait for my
obvious reply. "What if he didn't approve?"

"If he...didn't?" I hadn't thought about that. "I don't know. I-I'd..."

"Would it matter to you? Really? Would it bother you having an affair
with another man, knowing your husband disapproves..." He smiled. "And
knowing at the same time that he was powerless to give you the
satisfaction you need?"

"But he doesn't give it to me now..." I was feeling confused.

"But right now you're not having an affair. Is it because he wouldn't
approve? Or is it because he maintains at least the potential to give
you pleasure?"

"I don't know."

"Are you afraid of your husband, Lisa?"

"What? No! No, not at all." I shook my head.

"Then why are you afraid of having an affair?" He asked reasonably.

"Because...uh, because he's my husband. I love him." I looked out the
windows briefly. "I love him too much to do that to him."

"And so what would be the difference if he was castrated?"

"I'm...I don't know."

"You'd still love him?" Dr. Prescott asked.

"Of course, yes. Always." I had no doubt in my heart.

"Then...if it isn't fear, as you've said. Or love." He smiled and held
out his hands.

"Respect?" I wondered softly.

"Can you respect a man with no balls, Lisa?" Dr. Prescott made it
sound like the very idea was repugnant.

I thought about it carefully. I'd still respect my husband, I mean as
a husband. As the person who loved me, who supported me. But as a man?
Was he a man? Would he still be without his testicles?

"Lisa?" The Dr. prodded gently.

"No." I whispered, feeling the words escape my lips like a small
betrayal.

"No." Dr. Prescott agreed. "Of course you couldn't. A beautiful woman
like you. A woman who needs so much, has so much to offer to the
right...man." He shook his head sadly. "You can't respect him now, can
you? As a man?"

I shook my head sadly, knowing the truth of it. Jack couldn't even
make love to me more than a few times a month. A real man, I was sure,
would take me every chance he had. In every possible way he could ever
want. He would do things to me...awful, terrible and beautiful things to
make my body scream with ecstasy. My husband was not a man.

There was a knock at the door and an auburn haired woman entered the
room, smiling. She was dressed in scrubs as well, with a lab coat and
carrying a clipboard. She was tall and thin, with a pretty face. Her
blue eyes were bright and her smile genuine.

"Ah, Dr. Lyons." Dr. Prescott stood up. "I was just speaking with
Lisa, getting a feel for her situation."

"Good, good!" Dr. Lyons nodded and walked over, shaking my hand. "I'm
Theresa Lyons, it's so nice to meet you, Lisa." She sat down next to
me and Dr. Prescott took his chair again. "I've looked over your file,
just briefly. So, you're interested in having your husband castrated?"

"Yes." I nodded.

"And you've had a little chat with Dr. Prescott." She looked at her
colleague. "How was that?"

"Well..." He looked at me. "I'm not sure Jack, Lisa's husband, is really
a good candidate for the procedure, frankly."

I stared at him, wondering what he was saying.

"The issue isn't so much Jack's health, or his present physical
condition. If he was...mmm...exhibiting deviant sexuality, was sexually
addicted, or if he was simply prone to serial infidelity. In such
cases castration is a preferred and very successful form of treatment.
But this isn't the case here. Jack's lack of interest in sex has
resulted in the inability of Lisa to recognize his traditional role as
the dominant partner in their marriage. She can't respect him as a
man. She loves him, obviously, cares about him and responds to Jack's
ability to support her..."

"Do you agree with Dr. Prescott, Lisa?"

"I...I guess so, yes." I nodded. I wasn't really prepared to dispute
him; I just hadn't expected the man to speak so bluntly.

"I haven't spoken to Lisa's husband, of course, so I can't predict how
he would react emotionally. Lisa's hope is that he would approve and
even encourage her in seeking extra-marital affairs. My belief, my
instinct...based in a large part on my observations and talk with
Lisa...are that Jack is a competitive, even protective individual, who
would not willingly approve any such activities."

"What...uh, what does that mean?" I asked.

"It means, Lisa, you're a trophy wife. You're Jack's trophy wife and
unless I'm very much mistaken, losing his balls is going to have very
little to do with giving up something so important to his self-image.
In fact, the effect achieved may be the opposite of what is intended.
He might be inclined to paranoia, exemplified by fits of jealousy."

"What?" I sounded shocked because I was. Jack going into a jealous
rage? I would never believe it. "But I thought castrated men were...more
calm. Had less testosterone or whatever it is."

"That's true dear. But the response that concerns us is caused by your
husband's personality, his ego to put it in the simplest terms, and
that does not change overnight." Dr. Lyons nodded and her voice
softened. "We're not saying that's what will happen, of course. Once
Dr. Prescott is able to meet your husband it becomes much easier to
predict his reaction. But we do have a lot of experience to draw on
and your story is not an unfamiliar one by any means."

"You want to meet him? My husband?" I wondered how I would ever talk
Jack into coming to the clinic.

"That is the next logical step, Lisa." Dr. Prescott nodded. "It can be
very informal, the information I need is fairly simple to gather from
just a normal conversation really."

"So you're saying Jack doesn't need to know that you're a doctor?"

Exactly." He smiled. "Your husband doesn't even need to come to my
office, we could meet anywhere he would feel most comfortable."

"But please keep in mind Lisa, castration is not always the best
option." Dr. Lyons told me. "You can't plan on it, okay? There are
many considerations and there are other options available to you as
well."

"What other options?" I looked at her, knowing I'd had my heart set on
castrating my husband.

"Well, we can talk about those another time. After Dr. Prescott is
able to make a better recommendation." She patted my knee. "I need to
see another appointment, but you just be patient, okay?" She gave me a
warm, sympathetic smile and left.

Dr. Prescott rose and I stood up then as well, thanking him. I told
him I'd give him a call in a day or two and hopefully we'd be able to
schedule something, a time when he could meet my husband. I offered
him my hand and he took it gently, smiling.

"Lisa, before you leave..." He looked into my eyes. "I was wondering if
you'd do something for me."

"Oh?" I gave a little smile of my own. "What's that, doctor?"

"Get on your knees and suck my cock for me." He put his hands on my
shoulders as I stood there, my jaw hanging open in shock. "Go on, be a
good little slut." He pushed me down and I didn't really resist at
all, much to my chagrin.

"Wha...what?" I was looking up at him as my knees touched the carpet.

"Take it out, go on, Lisa..." He coached me gently.

"I don't...I can't...please, don't make me..." I was pleading with him, but
my hands had gone to the scrubs he wore, feeling the largeness trapped
inside the loose material.

"Shhh...don't say that...just do it..." He laughed. "You need a strong man,
don't you Lisa?"

I nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes." I whispered as I untied the
drawstring, reaching into the warmth of his boxers and finding his
semi-hard cock. It felt huge in my hands and I pulled it free, gasping
at the size of his organ.

"A real man, Lisa." He put a hand on my head, stroking my hair. "With
real balls, who isn't afraid to take a woman if he wants..."

"Yes..." I whispered again and I had to hold his lengthening cock in
both hands. It had to be 10 inches long and so thick my fingers
couldn't even go all the way around it! It was nothing like my
husband's little penis.

"Suck it now...wash my big dick, Lisa...Show me how bad you want to fuck
it!" He was pulling my head closer and I groaned with embarrassed
desire as I let him, opening my mouth for that huge swollen head and
letting it stretch my lips wide.

"Too big?" Dr. Prescott laughed. "Lick it first then, get it nice and
wet and then we'll make it fit, Lisa."

I licked his shaft up and down, letting my saliva run across his hot
flesh, working my hands back and forth until it was shiny and dark,
pulsing in my hands. I ran my tongue along the underside, around the
crown and tickled that hard beautiful cock everywhere I could. I
kissed it, spit on it, and let it slide across my lips and cheeks and
nose.

"Take out my balls, Lisa...Wash them for me!" 

I nodded, as though I were in some sex induced trance, and pulled his
balls free so they hung like two huge plums trapped in his silky soft
wrinkled sack. I felt them gently, marveling at their size and weight
as I hefted them in my hand. Dr. Prescott pulled me closer, urging me
to take them into my mouth, one at a time, and wash them thoroughly
with my tongue. I sucked the man's balls tenderly, savoring his musky
male scent and salty taste. Here was a real man, I knew, a man to be
respected and worshipped!

When Dr. Prescott had enough of my mouth on his balls, he pushed me
back, grabbing his huge cock and pushing it into my mouth. "Suck it
Lisa, oh yeah...Suck it you beautiful bitch!" He pushed his cock into
my mouth, even though I was unprepared for it, but that only made it
better!

I felt my lips being stretched taut around him, his cockhead seeming
to fill my mouth completely, leaving no room for my tongue or even my
teeth. He grunted, holding my head tightly in his hands while I braced
myself against Dr. Prescott's powerful thighs. I dug my fingernails
into his legs as he pushed, shoving that great prick inside me another
inch and making me gag loudly.

"Choke on it!" He laughed. "Go ahead! I'm not stopping until you take
it all!"

His words seemed cruel and frightened me, but at the same time I
understood his need to dominate me totally. To use me and I wanted it!
I wanted him to treat me that way, fucking his cock into my mouth and
deeper, into my throat until I had every thick hard inch of him inside
me.

"Open up, Lisa! Come on girl, or it's gonna hurt!" Dr. Prescott warned
me.

I tried hard to open for him, forcing myself to swallow and hold that
position, with my throat open. His cock was so huge though, it was
forcing tears to leak from my tightly shut eyes, running down my red
cheeks. I felt him shoving again and suddenly there was a peculiar and
almost painful popping sensation as his cock found itself in my throat
and Dr. Prescott pushed hard then, sinking inside me until his balls
pressed against my chin and my nose was buried in his public hair.

"Ahhhh! Fuck yeah! Lisa! You did it!" He held me like that a moment
and then pulled slowly back, letting me take a breath and gasp a
little. "Let's do it again!"

Over and over he pushed his big dick into my throat, until finally I
was taking him, if not easily, then at least with only small
difficulty. He was fucking my throat slowly, moving in and out and I
loved it. My face was impaled on his great cock and I had the horribly
wicked thought that I wished my husband had been there to see it!

"That's enough!" Dr. Prescott chuckled as he pulled his cock out of my
mouth completely. "Bend over the couch, Lisa. I want to fuck you now."

"Oh yessss!" I breathed. "I want it!" I'd never even seen such a huge
cock in my life and my pussy was soaked already. I wanted it in me, I
wanted to know what that monster felt like inside my burning pussy!

He pushed me down, over the back of the leather loveseat and yanked my
skirt up, over my hips. "God! What a fine ass!" He slapped my ass hard
and I yelped, wriggling slightly as he grabbed my panties,
deliberately ripping them with his hands. He pushed a finger into my
anus with no warning at all, just shoved his thick digit deep into my
tight virgin asshole and making me hiss with pain. "Maybe I should
fuck you there, Lisa. You ever been ass fucked?"

"N-No! No...never...!" I moaned and my body instinctively recoiled at the
thought of taking him there.

"I bet a slut like you would love it, huh?" He spanked my ass hard
again, twice...three times, making it sting nicely. "Answer me!"

"Yea...yeeesssss!" I looked over my shoulder. "Yes!"

"Next time!" He laughed. "I'll give you a couple days to think about
it..." Dr. Prescott pulled his finger out and reached around, pushing it
into my mouth. "Suck it, Lisa!" He hooked his finger, pressing it into
the inside of my cheek like a fish hook while I tongued it. "Clean
that finger for me, bitch!"

A moment later he was rubbing my steaming cunt with that same finger,
spreading my labia and telling me how wet I was. All I could do was
moan and push myself back against him. I bit my lip as I felt Dr.
Prescott bring his immense cock to my pussy, rubbing the head up and
down my slit.

"Are you on the pill, Lisa?" he asked me and I shook my head.

"I-I'm trying to get...P-Pregnant..." I sighed. "With...M-My husband."

"Well, I'm not going to pull out, bitch." He chuckled and slapped my
ass again. "I'm not going to use a condom either...Do you still want me
to fuck you?"

"Ohhh...God!" I wanted a baby, a baby with Jack so badly...But that huge
cock, rubbing up and down my slit felt so good. And this was a man, a
real man... "Do it! Please...Oh please! Fuck me!"

He laughed and grabbed my right arm, pulling it back. "You want it?
You have to prove it, Lisa! Put it in...Put my big cock in your pussy,
slut!"

I groaned, feeling for his penis and squeezing it as my fingers found
him. I pulled him closer, feeling blindly for the entrance to my
fertile womb. I rubbed his cock across my wanton cunt until it found
purchase and I pulled him harder, urging Dr. Prescott to push it in
me.

"Ahhh...fuck your hot!" He said with a sigh, grabbing my hips in his
strong hands. "Feel free to scream, Lisa...Everybody knows what we're
doing and this is gonna feel so good!"

Everybody knows? I wondered at that, but only for a brief second
before he was pushing that huge slab of meat into my too small cunt. I
did scream as he squeezed my flesh in his strong hands, getting a
better grip and then lunging forward with his hips, spearing his cock
all the way inside me. The rush of pain and pleasure was a heady
combination and I arched my back, crying out loudly as he bottomed
out, the head of his penis smashing into my cervix. It drove all the
air out of my lungs and I felt light headed from the painfully
glorious sensation.

He fucked me hard for a long time, making me cum over and over again
on his cock until I could barely lift my head. I was being worn out by
this man, this real man, who seemed to have all the stamina in the
world. He slowed down at one point, letting me catch my breath.

"How's that cock feel, Lisa?" He pulled my head up by my hair,
twisting it so he could see my face as he worked his cock slowly
inside me.

"G-Good...Sooooo good!" I gasped and he laughed, reaching underneath me
to pull at my blouse, popping off some buttons and yanking hard at my
bra until it came free. He grabbed my breasts in both hands and then
lifted me, actually pulling me off the sofa so I was impaled on his
cock and carried somewhat roughly in his arms. Every movement was
torturous joy as his prick stretched my pussy in new and previously
unknown directions. I wanted him to carry me for miles like that!

He walked me over to his desk, putting me on my belly and started
fucking me again, slamming his great prick in and out so that even
that big heavy desk was rocking back and forth beneath us. A few
minutes later he was finally close and he pushed himself as far inside
me as he'd ever gone, even when he'd lifted me.

"Here it comes, Lisa! Oh fuck!....Yeaaaahhh!!" His cocked seemed to
swell even larger, if that was possible, and it jerked noticeably
inside me as his hot sperm erupted. It jetted onto the bruised pillow
of my cervix, flooding me with an incredible and distinct warmth that
I'd never experienced before. I imagined it, that thick hot semen,
filled with potent sperm searching for my eggs. Eggs my husband's weak
sperm, dribbling from his little dick, had never been able to reach.

It triggered another orgasm of my own and I screamed with the insane
pleasure of the moment. Both of us cumming hard at the same time, our
juices mixing in my womb, bathing my eggs with it. Another man, a real
man had finally taken me, used me the way I'd always wanted and it was
fantastic! Right at that moment I didn't care if I was getting
pregnant, I didn't care what my husband would think or say, I didn't
care about the consequences...All I knew was I wanted his balls cut! I
could never go back to Jack and his little boy cock ever again!

end
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