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                                   Taking Annie
                           by Winston Greystroke

                                     Chapter 7



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


                                ***


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When Catherine and Sherri found a seat, Annie began.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


                                 ***


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes," you admitted.

"And you don't mind?"

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

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

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

"And you do as she says - always?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Or what, Jeffrey. What will happen?"

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

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

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


                              *********


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


                           ***


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The kids nodded again, now with mischievous smiles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You struggled to answer, fighting back the humiliation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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