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Copyright 1998, 1999 by E. Z. Riter.

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This is a repost of an early story. It is intended to be

humorous and fun.

WANDA

Wanda was only five two but she had DDD tits, a 23" waist

and an ass to die for. Her flaming red hair came down to

her shoulders. She had huge green eyes, freckles

everywhere and a grin which was the thing I liked best

about her. She was not smart, but she was sweet and very

crazy about me. She could cook better than my mother and

fish better than my father. She could suck the chrome off a

bumper hitch and fuck two platoons of Army Rangers into

surrendering to a girl Scout troop.

She was perfect.

As we were dating, I carefully explained to her exactly what

I expected from my wife. She had willingly and happily

agreed. She even turned down an internship at the White

House to marry me. But, our marriage was predicated on

that agreement.

"Slut! Get your fat ass in here!"

"Bobby, I..." my brother, Bill, started to say. I gave him a

dirty look, telling him to keep quiet. In a minute, Wanda

strolled in from the bedroom, winked and went into the

kitchen. She returned with three open beers, which she

distributed.

As she stood by my chair, I slipped my hand up her leg,

letting it slide higher until my finger hit hot, naked pussy.

Good. No panties. That was one of my rules. She moaned

as I slipped a finger into her and flicked her clit with my

thumb. She started to quiver all over as I pulled my hand

away.

"No, baby. Make me cum!"

"Not until I get to the bottom of something. My brother
told me a disturbing tale about our wedding day that really

pisses me off."

"Oh?"

She had that slutty look on her face that I loved.

"He says you fucked all my groomsman but him."

She turned pale and collapsed at my feet, a beseeching

expression clouding her face.

"Honey, don't be mad! It's true... but I'm sorry. Please!

Don't be mad! Let me tell you what happened. Oh, baby,

please let me explain!"

"Go ahead, slut."

"I had talked to Davy Peterson and told him to bring the

guys over about noon, you know, while you and Billy were

at the cock fights. It seemed that would give us plenty of

time. Willie showed up first, which is just as well I guess.

You know, he has the smallest cock of any of your friends.

You would think with him being black and all....

... Anyways... I said, 'Willie, get your pecker out. I am

horny as hell.'

Willie dropped his jeans and I shoved him on his back,

pinned his arms down and slid him in me. Willie's pecker is

always real hard even if it is only eight inches long. I was

just smiling and enjoying it, feeling my juices ooze down

around us, soaking our pubic hair. Willie has a ton of pubic

hair, and its just like Brillo.

Oh, I can see you boys are enjoying my story. If you take

your pecker out, Bobby, I will suck it."



"Back to your story, slut!"

"Anyways... my momma yelled out, 'Wanda, Warren is

here.'

'Send him back, momma.'

I told Willie I was going to fuck Warren now.

'Shit, Wanda, I ain't cum yet.'

'Willie,' I said, 'I am having Warren in the one hole. You

can have the two hole or the three hole.' Well, it just wasn't

Warren. It was him and goofy Willard."

"Wait, goddamnnit! Willard was there!"

"Bobby, listen, honey, please. Just keep stroking that big

pecker of yours through your pants. Let your little wife
finish.

Anyways... I said 'Willard, you may not put that ugly,

crooked dick of yours in me, but, you want to beat off you

can cum on my tits.'

'How about on your face, Wanda?" he asked.

Bobby, he was so pathetic looking, I felt sorry for him.

'Okay. You can cum on my face but if you try to stick that

thing in my mouth, I will bite it off.' Bobby, telling this

story is making me hot. Can I play with myself? You and

Billy are."

"Alright but keep talking, slut!."

"Anyways... Willie flipped on his back, jammed me down

so his cock was buried deep in my two hole and laid me

back on top of him. He had those big black hands of his on

my tits, just squeezing and massaging. I was starting to

warm up some. Warren jumped on top, grabbed his flag

pole and moved in to plant it in my pussy.

'Warren, I hate it when you are on top! Don't slobber on

me!'

'Me either, you moronic honky,' Willie chimed in.

Uhhhh. Bobby, I...oh, I'm cummmingggg!"

"Talk, slut!"

"Whew! That felt good! Anyways... Warren just jammed in

hard as he could. Thank the lord I had been fucking Willie

and was a little loose. I just lay there with my eyes closed

enjoying Willie in back and Warren in front. It was real

fun. Then, I felt something hot and wet on my lips. I

thought that damn Warren was drooling again so I opened

my eyes. It was Willard, trying to aim that crooked dick so

the cum oozing out would land in my mouth. What the

hell. I just yanked Willard down and sucked him dry.

Honey, telling this story is making me thirsty. Can I get us

some beers?"

"Yeah."

She was back in a flash. I opened the beer she gave me and

took a slug.

"Dammit, Wanda. Did you frig yourself on my beer bottle

again?"

"Well, it is Pearl beer and tastes like pussy juice anyway. I

didn't think you would notice."

"It weren't the taste. The damn bottle almost slud out of my

hand."

"Be ungrateful. Do you want to hear the rest of the story?"

"Go on."

"Go on who?"

"Go on, slut!"

"That's better. Anyways... I felt Warren starting to go off.

You know how he is, sounds like a donkey and fucks like

one, too. He came flooding me with his hot, sweet juice.

That sent Willie off and my ass hole was loaded up at the

same time. Willie squirmed out from under me because

Warren was slobbering again. Want me to suck your cock,

honey?"

"I want you to get on with the fucking story."

"Anyways... Wong and Wuan came in about then.

'Hot shit! Sis is in a fuckin' mood,' Wuan said. I..."

"Stop for a minute, Wanda. Now, tell me again how you,

Willard, Willie, Warren, Wong and Wuan are related."

"They are my brothers, Bobby. You know that!"

"Wanda, you are obviously red Irish as Warren is. Wong is

Oriental. Wuan is a Hispanic. And, Willie is black. Hell, I

don't know what Willard is. I think he is part German

Shepard and part Berkshire hog. His dick looks Berkshire,

anyways. Your daddy is a tiny little Italian looking guy, six

inches shorter than his shortest child. How...."

"Don't you go bringing that up, Bobby. My mama is no

slut. And, she is real touchy about it... particularly after all

them media folk talking to her about the years she worked

for Clinton before he went to Washington and all."

"Doesn't your Daddy ever wonder?"

"Daddy is just happy to have us fine, healthy children and

to have such a good wife who worked in the government up

in Little Rock and all. You know she knows a lot of

important people. Why, when Bill and Hil...."

"Wanda, I have fucked your mother. So has Billy and my

daddy."

"That don't mean she is a slut!"

"She has fucked more men than you have and you are a

slut!"

"Of course, she has fucked more men, you brainless

hillbilly! She started earlier. Anyways, I like being a slut.

I love being your slut, Bobby."

"I love you, too, Wanda, I just don't..."

"You want another beer?"

"Yeah and bring me a wet towel to wipe the bottle down so

I can hold on to it. ... Thanks for the beer. Now, get on

with your story."

"Anyways... Wong and Wuan whipped out their cocks and

grabbed a hold of me, one of each leg, pulling me apart like

I was the breast bone of a chicken or something.

'Make a wish!' Wuan said.

'I wish you would stop talking and start fuckin.' Well, they

did. And Willie and Warren got back in the action. I sort of

lost track of things. I don't even remember when David,

Donald and Dewey came in. The first I knew they were

there is when I was sucking Donald's cock and he farted.

Bobby, he is your damn cousin. You need to get him to a

doctor. It ain't right for a man to fart that much!"

"He is your cousin, too. You take the dumb sonofabitch to

the doctor."

"Anyways... I sort of lost track of time. I was floating there

for all the fucking and sucking. The next thing I remember

is Warren complaining I was so slick from all the cum all

over me, he kept sliding off and could not keep his pecker

in me. I was pretty covered. So, they sort of carried me

out to the horse trough and flung me in it."

"I thought you had a bath on our wedding night. It made

me feel so special, you doing that for me, what with us

getting married on Friday and Saturday being bath day and

all."

"I wanted to be special for you, Bobby. I love you."

"Maybe, but, you still have not explained why you fucked

all the groomsmen except Billy. When I told you to fuck

them all, Wanda, I meant all! Not all but Billy!"

"Please, honey, I was saving Billy for last... you know, right

before the ceremony but daddy can't see well. His glasses

were broke and...."

"Wanda, your mother keeps breaking his glasses so he won't

see all the different men around your house. They are

more strangers over there than at the county fair. I've seen

your mother. If your daddy sees a black man, she says 'oh,

that is Willie.' Or, if he sees a Hispanic, see says, 'oh, that is

Wuan.' If your daddy had good eyesight, your home life

would be a lot different."

"Don't go knocking my mother, Bobby. Be respectful.

Who gave you your first blow job, I mean, except for your

sister? Who let you sneak in and fuck me whenever you

wanted? And, when I was having my time, who let you

fuck her until you could not crawl away? Huh? Now, you

want to hear the rest of the story?"

"Go ahead."

"Go ahead WHO?"

"Go ahead, slut!"

"That's better. Anyways... daddy could not see, so as I was

walking in the house after my bath, he grabbed me.

'Wanda, is that you?'

'How many of your kids got big tits, daddy?' I asked, prying

his hand off my boob. He slammed me up against the door

and stuck his cock right in me.

'Oh, daddy, stop!' I cried.

'Honey, what's wrong? You never complained before.'

'There is a nail sticking out of this door and it is tattooing

my ass with every stroke.'

Well, daddy put me on the kitchen table. He was happily

plowing away when my brothers and cousins showed up.

Honey, I barely made it to the wedding. I just did not have

time for Billy."

"Wanda, I don't like excuses. I told you to do something

and you did not do it."

"I will make it up to him. Honest I will. I would have fucked

him on the alter but you know the preacher. He was horny

himself and he wants to be the only one to fuck on the alter.

Honey, I am getting real horny again and I only cum three

times from playing with myself since we started this talk.

Will you..."

"Wanda, I am going to punish you. Go get that belt."

"No, Bobby... please, oh, god, no!.... not the belt!! I love

you!! Don't be cruel to me... I can't stand it!! Billy, talk

sense to him!"

"Get it Wanda or I will punish you for two days straight

instead of just one."

"Please....PLEASE NOOOO!!"

"Grab her Billy! She is trying to get away. Damn! She can

kick like a mule! Grab her leg! Shit! .... Thanks, Billy.

Well, Wanda you put up a hell of a fight but now I am

going to put this belt on you."

"Please don't. I love you so much."

"Dammit, Wanda. You only have to wear this chastity belt

for twenty-four hours. You ought to be able to go that long

without getting a prick in you."

"Bobby... you better call all your friends."

"Why?"

"Cause ain't nobody around here ever seen me really horny,

and when this belt comes off...."

The End?

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