Taking Annie Chapter 7 During the weeks that followed, Annie kept you in a constant state of frustration and fear. She showered several times a day, requiring you to be naked next to her under the soothing hot water. She ordered you to soap her breasts much longer than usual, paying special attention to her nipples, which rose hard and throbbing under your fingertips. It took much longer to wash and condition her long blonde hair, now well past her delicate shoulders. She would turn her back to you, leaning forward against the wall of the shower, her perfect ass glistening as the water made it shiny and wet. She knew you would have to lean forward to work to shampoo and conditioner through her hair, your useless dick just inches away from her. "Mmmm - that feels so good," she purred as your fingers massaged her scalp and neck. "I think I'll call Eric to come over and fuck me when you're done." It must have been so hard the first few times, her exquisite body so wet and inviting. Of course you proved that you hadn't yet learned your lesson. Inevitably, your little prick would begin to rise, always probing her between her legs or brushing against her inner thighs. Each time, she would sigh, turn to face you, and take your balls in her small, soft hand. Her fingers would close slowly, watching your face for the first sign of pain. When she found just the right spot, her fingers tightened, digging into you with a sudden burst of electric agony. When your prick lost its size and shape, deflating back into a useless polyp between your legs, she would smile with satisfaction. "There you go. Goood boy. Now what do you say?" "I'm sorry," you would answer. "Please don't tell Parker. Please?" "Now you know I can't do that, don't you. If I don't tell him, and he doesn't punish you, how will you ever learn your place?" Her voice was as sweet as honey, her fingers still gripping your testicles, still squeezing with a slow but painful rhythm. "Are you a man?" she would ask, conditioning you with the same questions, expecting the same responses, each time your erection returned. "No," you would answer, wincing as the pain continued. "Whose penis is too small and worthless to put inside a woman?" "Mine," you would say. "My penis is worthless for sex." "And whose beautiful, thick cock belongs inside me instead?" "Parker's," you would admit. "Because it's bigger than mine, and he can make you cum." "And you want me to cum, don't you? Every time a man puts his cock in me?" "Yes, please, every time, every time a man's cock touches you!" "Good boy," she would repeat. "Now finish my hair. Parker expects it to be perfect tonight." In the morning, after her shower, you would do your duty between her legs, naked, pressing your lips into her moist labia as she lay back on the bed, a bed that you used to share with her. Even though you knew that in her mind other men pleasured her, that her soft murmurings were never for you, and even on many days that you were preparing her for sex with Eric, your own boss, still, sometimes your dick would take on a mind of its own, rising slowly, unable to ignore the velvety skin of her belly and legs, or the look of pure bliss on her angelic face. How your mind must have fought frantically to rid yourself of your erection by the time she told you to stop. When you failed, you knew you would be punished, but never how. I was always adept at finding new and sometimes painful methods of discipline. The look of fear on your face was reward enough, a sign that you were becoming a willing cuckold in the truest sense of the word. Pain is always a useful tool, but lacing the fear of an unknown injury with extreme humiliation has a synergistic effect. Annie's favorite lesson was to make you stand naked near the loveseat where we sprawled, our arms and legs tangled together as we watched TV. I would order you to masturbate as I ran my fingers over Annie's nude body, causing her to shiver and moan. She loved to watch you at the same time, waiting for the first sign of an erection as you milked your limp penis, knowing that she would see you punished if it responded in even the slightest way. It excited her to see you pulling at your useless dick, knowing how you concentrated, how hard you tried to learn to prevent an erection at all costs. "I think it's working," she told me one night as she watched. You had been at it for almost an hour, and Annie was teetering on the edge of her first orgasm of the evening. "You're so good to me," she sighed, looking up at me adoringly. "He's practically impotent, and so soon. Can you really mentally castrate him? Can you make him my own personal eunuch, to make sure he'll never want sex with me, or God forbid, impregnate me?" "Is that what you want?" I asked, as she began to tremble under my touch. "Oh yes," she answered breathlessly. "Yes - yes - yesssss - oh God, YESSSSS!" You stared at Annie as her firm, lean body spasmed in my arms, all too aware that your newfound impotence had triggered her shattering orgasm. This time your dick stayed as limp as a wet rag, even through the next hour while I fucked your little Annie slowly, relentlessly, before your very eyes. *** Two days before the wedding, Annie's mother, Catherine, and her sister Sherri arrived. Annie met them at the door, giving her mom a long hug. Sherri stood beside her quietly, her face a thousand questions. Catherine looked stunning, as usual. Her slim figure was that of a woman twenty years younger, displayed with impeccable taste in a classic white silk blouse and black slacks. "Ed was tied up with business," Catherine explained, as she marched past Annie toward the living room. "So, I asked Sherri to ride with me. He said he'd be here for the wedding, although, we were a bit stunned by the announcement. You poor dear, the divorce must have been so sudden. Why didn't you tell us?" Annie assured her she was fine and promised to explain later. The three women stopped abruptly, Catherine and Sherri's eyes wide with surprise. I sat in the loveseat, sipping a beer like I owned the place. You sat in a large chair across the room. I got up and went to meet them, taking Catherine's slender hand in mine as I introduced myself. "Hello - I'm Parker. You must be Catherine. But it's hard to believe you're her mother. You look like sisters." Catherine blushed and smiled, overwhelmed by the compliment. Although cut short, to just below her jaw-line, her hair was a brilliant blonde, exactly the shade I had chosen for Annie. Her bright blue eyes stared up at me, her hand now surrendering to mine. "Annie," she said slowly, still watching me as though I was her next meal, "you didn't tell me Parker was so...so..." "Yes, Mother," Annie replied, smiling. "I know. Believe me, I know." As I released her hand, she looked across the room at you with a puzzled expression. "Well, I must say, Jeffrey, you're being an awfully good sport about this, coming here to meet us," she gushed. "You two must have parted on very good terms." "Mother," Annie interrupted, "Sit down. I should explain." When Catherine and Sherri found a seat, Annie began. "There was no divorce, Mother. Jeffrey and I are still married." Catherine looked stunned, finally at a loss for words. Sherri began to pay attention for the first time since they arrived. "Mother, the three of us live here now. Jeffrey is still legally my husband, but Parker and I have a very special relationship." Catherine still looked clueless, but Sherri revealed a knowing grin. "I - I'm not sure I understand, dear," Catherine admitted. "Mom - she's fucking him," Sherri blurted, rolling her eyes. Recovering after a long pause, Catherine gasped as the truth sank in. "Oh - my - God. And - and - he's OK with this?" she asked, glancing at you, then back to Annie. "Yes, Mother, he's fine. Aren't you sweetie?" "Yes, I'm fine," you said quietly, not able to look her in the eyes. "In fact, he wants it this way, don't you Jeffrey?" Annie continued. "Yes," you answered, trying your best to sound convincing, knowing I expected it. "You see, Jeffrey is impotent. He tries his best, but, well, when I met Parker, I knew he was the one. He gives me what Jeffrey can't." You did your best to play the willing cuckold, but I could see you shrink into the chair as she went on, embarrassed that she would tell her family such a humiliating story. "In fact, Mother, I guess this is as good a time as any to tell you. I'm pregnant. You're finally going to have that grandchild you wanted for so long." Catherine's face lit up, and at the same time, a tear ran over her cheek. "Oh Annie! I'm so happy for you! I - I was beginning to think you two would never - " She stopped mid-sentence, finally realizing what Annie was telling her. "So, it's - not - his?" She glanced at you quickly, too embarrassed to meet your eyes for more than a second. "No, mother, it's not. I told you he's impotent. But the baby's father is so good looking, so intelligent," she boasted, smiling widely at me. "I'm so lucky to have a baby to such a wonderful, virile, successful man." I watched you carefully, seeing the possibilities run through your mind. The look of shock on your face was priceless. So many questions unanswered - why hadn't she told you? How long ago had it happened? Was Eric the father, or was I? Or was it someone you didn't know? The more Annie beamed with pride, the more you were crushed. "Besides, Mother, if it's a boy, I wouldn't want to take the risk that he'd be impotent like Jeffrey. I'm worried enough about what Lisa and Brian might become. This time I know the father is a man with superior genes, and that I've been bred well. I'm just - sooo happy!" "I'm happy for you too, dear," Catherine added. "Parker, congratulations - and thank you so much for my new grandchild!" Of course I didn't let on the baby was Eric's. She may have accepted that Annie needed sex, but I doubt she would have understood her daughter's new preoccupation with so many large-cocked men. You, on the other hand, were too busy fighting the pain of hearing your mother-in- law thank me for impregnating your wife. *** After they unpacked, I took Annie and Sherri shopping for some clothes I thought appropriate for the days of celebration to come. Annie and I had already chosen a wedding dress, but I had other ideas for the reception and honeymoon. Catherine unpacked and took a long, hot shower. Imagine your surprise when she strolled into the living room dressed only in her robe, her hair still damp, but smelling of honey and flowers. She was in amazing shape for a woman her age, something not unnoticed by you in the past, I'm sure. She stopped in front of the chair where you sat, her reckless smile certain evidence that she was well past her third martini of the afternoon. "Poor boy," she said, in a her best throaty, seductive voice. You stared up at her, knowing to expect trouble when she was this drunk. "I've always liked you. Such a good-looking young stud. Maybe all you need is an older, more experienced woman." She turned to set her drink on the coffee table, then deliberately let her robe fall open. She was naked beneath it, her skin still pink from the hot shower. No one could blame you for staring. Her legs were slim and firm, a bit longer than Annie's. Her breasts clung high on her torso, two ripe, firm mounds of flesh, almost certainly enhanced by the best plastic surgery money could buy. She shrugged the robe from her shoulders and reached for you, pulling you to your feet, undoing your belt and shirt, stripping the clothes from you body until you stood naked before her. When she took your penis in her hands, it had already begun to fill with blood, jutting and throbbing in the air. All that training, forgotten so easily as she trapped your raging cock against her belly and kissed you deeply. "See, I knew it," she whispered in your ear. What were you thinking? Annie warned you so many times... She pushed you down onto the same loveseat where your wife had watched you masturbate while I pumped her full of sperm. She straddled you and put your dick inside her, sinking quickly onto it, smiling with pride and satisfaction. "Mmmm - make me cum, Jeffrey. Fuck me till you cum inside me. Oh God, I've wanted you for so long!" Her cunt lacked the vise-like grip of Annie's, but your little dick begged for more as your hips bucked under her, filling her as best you could. "I can tell her, Jeffrey," she gasped. "I can show Annie how to please you, how to keep you hard, how to make you cum." You looked up at her in horror. Tell Annie? How could she? Was she so self-centered that she would tell her own daughter how she seduced her husband? "No - please, stop," you begged. Your dick shriveled instantly and fell out of her, overwhelmed by fear of the consequences if Annie discovered your carelessness. She shook her head slowly, the disappointment obvious on her flushed face. "You poor thing," she said as she rose to her feet, standing beside you. "What a waste. So, you've really let Parker into your home to satisfy Annie?" "Yes," you admitted. "And you don't mind?" "He can make her cum, and I can't," you continued. "His penis is, well, much larger than mine - so large that Annie only has sex with him now." "But, she doesn't let you touch her at all?" she asked, now incredulous. "She lets me, um, lick her, to get her excited, but she doesn't let me make her cum. She says her orgasms are so much better when she's with a real man." "And you do as she says - always?" "I-I have to," you whimper. "Parker is the man of the house now. He makes me sleep in the guest room while he, um, satisfies Annie in our bed. If I don't do as I'm told..." "I see," she said, smiling. "Sooo - you wouldn't want them to find out what we were doing here, would you?" "N-no, please - don't say anything - Parker would..." "Welll, I guess I can keep a secret, for a price. Come with me." You followed her into the guest room, where she sat on the edge of the bed and spread her long legs. "I need a lot of sex, Jeffrey," she told you in her lustiest voice. Ed hasn't been able to satisfy me in years, so I get it where I can, often from men even younger than you. If you can't fuck me, you can use your mouth - and I promise I'll let you make me cum. So if you don't want Annie to know, you better get started. Oh, and if you want to keep me happy, you'll service me any time I want. Now, unless you want Annie and Parker to come home and find you with your face in my pussy, you'd better get started." Of course, you had no choice. You buried your face in her crotch, licking earnestly, her juices coating your lips and chin. When she grabbed you by the hair, you licked faster, probing inside her with your tongue, then returning to her engorged clit, licking, sucking, your jaw aching as she thrashed on the bed with your head clamped tightly between her thighs. She held you by the hair as she came, her cunt gushing into your open mouth, her slim legs flexing in uncontrollable spasms. She pushed you away when she was done, her chest still heaving, her hair in a mad tangle as she lay recovering in the wrinkled sheets. "God - that was - good," she panted. "What a sweet-tongued little boy you are, Jeffrey. Since you're sleeping in the next room now, I assume you won't object to 'servicing' me at night while Parker and Annie fuck in your old bedroom." "I - I won't object," you answered quietly. "Just please don't tell them, please." "Or what, Jeffrey. What will happen?" "Annie will tell Parker, and he'll hurt me again. I-I'm not allowed to get hard anymore. Annie and Parker are kind of, well, training me to never get an erection, so Annie doesn't have to worry about me ever wanting sex with her again. If they know I got hard, I'll be punished." "My God - that's incredible," she said, her eyes wide with amazement. She sat up on the bed and took your limp penis in her hand, stroking and milking it, smiling at the lack of response as you fought to keep it in its useless state. "It must be working," she uttered as she watched your dick flop lifelessly in her hands. "After all these years, maybe I can still learn a trick or two from my own daughter." ********* 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.