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CDE 22 A Wedding Story

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

Copyright c JUNE 19, 1999 By C.D.E. ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit.

This story may be freely distributed for personal use with

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All Characters And Events Depicted In This story Are Purely

Fictional. There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To

Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.

Story Content:(M+/F, MM, MF, Inter, FemDom, Impreg)

WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS story IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC,

AND/OR DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL story OF THE

DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT wife GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE men ARE

TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED,

OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR

BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE

LOVERS.

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

AUTHOR'S NOTE OF THANKS: This story was inspired by ideas from many

readers, who over the last year have sent me numerous ideas upon which

I based this story. THANK YOU ALL!

STORY: A Wedding story
Author: C.D.E.

CAST:

Cecil Morton- Fiance/Husband

Cheryl Jones-Fiancee/Wife

CHAPTER 1: A family PROBLEM

"Cecil are you really sure you're ready for the

responsibility of marriage? Even though you and Cheryl

have been dating since junior high, do you think she's the

right girl for you?"

"Mom we've been through this before. I know you don't

really care that much for Cheryl's family. You can't blame

her for the things her two sisters have been rumored to

have done."

"It's in the family blood son. That's what bothers

me. I just don't want to see you hurt. I know you say

she's a virgin, which is commendable and I pretty much know

you are, except for being with your hands."

"Mother! Please don't say that!"

"You know it's true. Over the years I've loss track

of the times I've seen you come in from dates with her and

beat yourself off. However, I did notice that after y'all

went to college, you didn't do it as much. Does she pull

your little peter now or suck you off?"

"Mom! Please!"

"You don't have to admit to it, I suspect she jerks

you off, she probably wouldn't get excited blowing such a

small prick."

"Mother! S-she says size is not i-important. It's

love that count." His mom knew she had hit on a nerve and

decided to use it to her advantage.

"Son, you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, but

her two sisters started off just as sweet as Cheryl, but

what's in their slut blood just had to come out. They

couldn't help themselves. They're nymphs. It's in their

blood. They couldn't be faithful to one man, especially

ones that weren't equipped to handle their needs. And

baby, it's obvious with your small equipment, you won't be

able to satisfy her needs. Sure you can help thing out

with your mouth, but after a while, she'll need more cock,

and I'm afraid a bigger cock, or cocks."

"Mother! Y-You've been trying to break us up for

years. B-But this is the lowest you've sunk. I-I just

can't believe y-you'd stoop so low."

"Son, my only concern is her breaking your heart

because she can't help herself."

CHAPTER 2: CECIL AND CHERYL HAVE A CONVERSATION

"You shouldn't think too badly of your mom, after all

other people talk about my sisters too. I know they have

problems, a-and mom and them warned me that I could succumb

to unfaithfulness too once I become really turned on

sexually. I don't want to believe them. I feel I could

never be unfaithful to you Cecil. I love so much about

you. You're kind, considerate, and most of all, we're also

best friends as well as lovers. Well, maybe not lovers

like you'd want us to be, but I respect you even more for

putting up with me for not wanting to give you some before

our wedding night."

"You've convinced me I should wait." Cecil Lamented.

"My mom really likes you too, but she thinks you're

not man enough to keep me satisfied later on. I never told

you this before, but she said I should get your promise

that if I need other men to satisfy me, you'll go along

with it. I know that seems gross and I could never cheat

on you Cecil darling. I love you too much."

The two lovers kissed and promised their undying love

to each other. They later went on to their routine of

petting which ended in Cheryl letting Cecil tongue her

clit. And as always reminding him to be careful not to

penetrate her with his tongue and risk deflowering her. He

always tried to be careful. After always getting her off

first, she in the after glow of his mouth action, would

passionately kiss him as she slowly jerked him off.

CHAPTER 3: THE JOB OFFER

Cecil was desirous of marrying his childhood

sweetheart as soon as possible. Now that he'd graduated

from the state university, which they both attended, he

sought to get employment as soon as possible. His search

revealed what looked like a very promising prospect, even

though he'd more than likely have to relocate from his

hometown.

The job was for an accountant in a small town on one

of the Islands, off the coast of Carolina. The position

was on the staff of the city government. The salary range

was more than acceptable to Cecil and required an in person

interview. The slightly strange provision was that if the

applicant was married or about to be married, the

applicant, if male, was also required to bring his wife or

fianc‚e along. Additionally, both Cecil and Cheryl were

required to fill out a questionnaire about their

backgrounds, hobbies, interest and goals in life and so

forth.

Cecil submitted all the required information and was

surprised at how quick he got a response. The travel

arrangements were set up.

It was just as easy for Cecil to drive to Freeville

since the place where he had to get on the ferry was only

about a four hour drive from his hometown.

Cecil was excited about the potential job offer

because it would give him the opportunity to get away from

his family and the rumor mill about Cheryl's family.

CHAPTER 4: WELCOME TO FREEVILLE

It was a scenic ride even though Cecil was amazed at

how isolated it was just to get to the ferry to be

transported to the offshore town. It was a half hour ferry

crossing. However the scenery was quite beautiful.

When Cecil and Cheryl finally arrived at the place for

the interview, it didn't dawn on them that they hadn't seen

but a handful of whites. Most of the people they came in

contact with were black.

CHAPTER 5: THE INTERVIEW

Cecil was impressed that the mayor, Victor Howard, did

the interview along with a Mrs. Jenkins, who was white.

She was the head of the city hall administration division.

She would be Cecil's boss if he got the job.

He was also surprised that his Cheryl also had to

attend with him, but he didn't mind.

The interview went well and he felt good that he was

able to impress the Mayor and Mrs. Jenkins in front of his

prospective wife. He was totally surprised at the starting

salary and benefits that went with the job. He didn't want

to seem to anxious to accept but he knew he would be making

$10,000 more than the going rate for his other classmates.

Plus the offer included a housing allotment for a year. He

would therefore have no apartment rent for a year.

Cecil also found out that the town was composed mostly

of blacks because at onetime it was a plantation and the

owner gave the island to free blacks after the Civil War.

They established a township.

"Our city still remains over 95% black. We are in the

process of bringing more white families in to qualify for

more Federal funds for our schools and city government as

well to provide a more diverse population to our city.

It's one of their stipulations. It's also why we can offer

such a top salary for a new out of school accountant." The

mayor revealed to the young couple.

"Mrs. Jenkins here relocated some five years ago and

has found it a wonderful place to live and raise a family.

Haven't you Dorothy?"

"Indeed Mr. Mayor. As y'all can see I'm expecting -

four months along. It'll be our third child, for Norman

and me." Mrs. Jenkins revealed.

"Cecil your qualifications are fine and Mrs. Jenkins

and I agreed the job is yours. I see that Cheryl is not

wearing a ring yet, but you have set the date?" The Mayor

Said.

Cecil went on to explain how his finances were such

that he couldn't afford one yet and that he would more than

likely he would just be buying a simple set of plain

wedding bands and go for a court house wedding. He

politely lied by explaining that Cheryl's families wasn't

excited about them getting married before he was

financially stable. Cecil of course didn't want to

mention the real reason why his family was opposed to their

marriage.

"We haven't set a date yet but now that I have such a

good paying job it will be soon." Cecil beamed as he held

Cheryl's hand.

"Why not do it while you're here? If you commit to

accepting the job today, we'll throw in the wedding, which

includes the dress, the rings, reception and the cake.

Just think of it as a welcome to the city of Freeville

greeting gift. That way you can go back home already

married."

Cecil and his bride to be, were aghast at the offer

and took them only a moment to catch their breaths and

accept such a generous offer. They were also surprised

that it would be done in just two days.

CHAPTER 6: WEDDING PREPARATIONS

"There you are Cecil, just sign these documents,

here's the marriage permit. There all y'all have to do now

is walk down the aisle."

"Said Mrs. Jenkins as she walked away with several marriage

documents that the two had to sign. Just as she got near

the door she cried out.

"OOPS! I'm sorry you two, I forgot one more paper,

it's just a simple matter of granting us permission to put

your names in the local newspaper. It's a publication

release form. Here just sign here, and initial it here and

here and here. Good! Now Cheryl, you do the same."

Cheryl quickly did as requested. As soon as she had signed

the last line they all heard the mayor roar out.

"As an official of the City of Freeville, I pronounce

you husband and wife." He said laughing. Mrs. Jenkins and

two other clerks in the room also joined in the mayor's

laughter. Naturally so did Cheryl and Cecil, for they

assumed it was just a good natured comment.

CHAPTER 7: CECIL and CHERYL TOUR THE TOWN

Cecil and his bride to be, were given a royal tour of

the island.

They noticed that the island town was indeed primarily

black, with a scattering of white faces here and there.

Those faces generally belonged to women and men. The kids

with these white couples appeared to be rather tanned, but

since it was late Spring and very warm in this climate, it

was not seen as being unusual to Cecil and Cheryl that kids

would be suntanned from being outdoors a lot.

Cecil did notice that most of the white men seemed

very friendly but in a reserved way.

Later that evening after dinner, the mayor wanted them

to separate under the rationale that it was bad luck for

the bride and groom to see too much of each other before

the wedding.

There were two Bed & Breakfast inns on the island.

Cheryl was to stay at home and Cecil at the other.

After a few kisses, Cheryl was dropped off at her inn

and Cecil at his. Mrs. Jenkins was to pick her up the next

morning.

The next morning after a good night's sleep and

digestion of all that had happened to them, the couple

would separately meet with a seamstress and a tailor to get

fitted for their wedding garb.

Cheryl loved the ornate wedding gown that the

seamstress just happened to have available. The story was

that the unfortunate bride changed her mind at the last

minute and skipped town.

At the local tailor, Cecil admired the tux that was he

was to wear. As he went through the fitting process, the

tailor offered him a cup of coffee, which Cecil readily

accepted, as he waited for the tailor to make some of the

numerous adjustments required.

After a few sips and some small talk, Cecil felt

incredibly sleepy. The next thing he knew it was three

hours later as he awoke in the divan that he'd dozed off

on.

CHAPTER 8: CECIL WAKES TO A SHOCKING SURPRISE

To his surprise there were several men hovering around

him. All smiling.

"W-What's going on? I-I guess I must've f-fell

asleep." He openly stated, still feeling like he was in a

dreamy state.

"Yes Cecil, you've been out a while. It was necessary

to have you take a nap while we fitted you with a special

fashion garment for the wedding and also for your

citizenship here in Freeville."

Cecil made out the voice to be a man he'd been

introduced to as the local Fix It Man. He and his sons

were renown for repairing and rigging up things to make

them work, since people on the island didn't have readily

access to all the stores and parts from the coastal towns.

As he tried to stand up his legs were like rubber.

Cecil plopped back on the divan and waited until his head

cleared. Moments later he felt that there was something

different. His briefs seemed a bit uncomfortable or needed

adjusting, but he knew it was not proper to adjust your

crotch in public. However, whatever the problem, he had

to do something. Something was wrong in his shorts.

Things just felt different down there. What was going on?

He pondered.

"Yes, I can see you're feeling the special device we

put on under your shorts." The Fix It man said to Cecil.

The man reacquainted himself to the bewildered Cecil.

"Remember me? my name is Rob. I know you have a lot

of questions, so let me try and answer them as best I can."

The man's explanation of what had occurred to Cecil

brought Cecil quickly around as poor Cecil sat upright and

openly felt through his pants and even dropped his pants,

without shame to determine the truth of what the man was

saying.

Cecil discovered, as he was told, that he'd been

fitted with a device that consisted of a very strong

tungsten wire device that circled his waist and had

attachments to soft flat ribbon cables that attached to a

basket that surrounded and held his scrotum. This basket

was supported by additional tungsten wire that were

attached to the one that circled his waist. The device

look medical in design and yet rather streamlined. Cecil

also notice a tubular lock built into the thicker cable

surrounding his waist. It looked like a modification of a

tubular bicycle lock.

"What you have on is a state of the art chastity

control belt. It works on the same principle as an

invisible fence for dogs. When the pet wanders too close

to a boundary where he's not suppose to be, he gets a mild

electric shock. The big difference here Cecil is that

several of us will have these remote devices that can send

a signal and give you a mild shock to your balls when you

act like you shouldn't.

"A-As I shouldn't? what a-are you talking about?"

Cecil blurted in reply.

"You have been fitted with this device to ease your

adjustment to your new role in Freeville. The first of

course is your job. This device will not interfere with

your day to day activities. It will be left on at all

times. You can attend to your normal bodily functions

including bathing as well as sex. Occasionally, you'll

need to get your batteries recharged, If you fail to do so

at the required intervals, a series of automatically

triggered shocks, from a reserved battery, will increase in

intensity for a period of two hours. This will help you

remember to do your battery charging promptly and

routinely."

Rob went on to tell him more about why he was fitted

for the device. As the Fix It man was talking, in walked

the mayor and the sheriff. Cecil begin a tirade of

protests to them.

"Now calm down Cecil. I understand your feelings, but

it's best not to get excited. Just think of this as a

little control mechanism to help you adjust to the culture

here in Freeville, and the part you and your lovely bride

will be playing and contributing to the town."

Cecil, having been so preoccupied with his own plight,

hadn't thought of Cheryl. The drug they had used on him

was now virtually gone from his head. He was thinking

clearly again.

"W-What do y-you mean? A-And w-what have you done to

her?" He yelled out.

"She's doing well, very, very well." The mayor said

with the smile of a used car dealer. Cecil didn't like his

looks, but wanted to know more about what the mayor was

referring too about the culture and the part he and Cheryl

were to play.

The mayor pulled up a chair. Cecil was completely

surrounded by a circle of large black men. He knew any

kind of escape was useless with the size and muscle bound

bodies that encircled him. He sat and listened as the

mayor talked. He had no choice.

Cecil couldn't believe his ears. His head was

spinning at the horrific scheme that the mayor was

proposing, yet not really proposing, but implementing, to

increase the towns population as well as to infuse more

whites into the population.

"So you see Cecil, by your wife being bred by the

local towns men we will have a more white population that's

acceptable to the citizens and that have been reared here

and will be a part of the culture and at the same time help

us meet the Federal guidelines. Because by them being your

kids, even though racially mixed, they will be counted as

white. I'm sure you saw several white mothers with their

tan skin kids. No that wasn't a suntan, it's a permanent

tan on those kids."

Cecil was awed, in an unbelieving way, at what the

mayor was saying. He couldn't believe he and Cheryl were

basically being kidnapped. The talk of her being bred was

beyond belief. As it all slowly dawned on him what was

being implied, he slowly began asking questions.

"S-So all their h-husbands a-are wearing these

d-devices?"

"That's right. Every one is on their own assigned

broadcast frequency. We can reach out to everyone of you

all over the island. We have a transmitter at the radio

station."

"This month we've just been integrated into the cell

phone tower system, so we can reach out and control you all

over the country, even when you go back to your hometown or

on vacation." The Fix It man added with a tone of pride in

his voice.

"B-But how d-do you g-get the w-wives t-to go a-along

with..." Cecil asked, as he was cut off.

"We've resorted to little things like getting them a

little tipsy and filming them in, shall we say, in

compromising situations with one of our local black towns

men. So anyone viewing the video would not be able to tell

otherwise that what was going on was not consensual. They

usually resist at first, but I'm surprised at how easy they

come around to doing what we want of them. They also fall

in love with all the big black meat they get too. And with

their men under lock and key, they usually go along with

the program, especially since where would they go for help

anyway. It's quite a ways to swim back to the coast."

Cecil's eyes open wide as a fifty cent piece as it

dawned on him the real predicament he was in as well as the

statement about big black cocks.

The mayor went on.

"Sometimes our good doctor has stronger drugs we can

use also. However, alcohol seem to work pretty well in

almost all the cases. And you know what Cecil, some of the

wives and fianc‚es like the idea of their husbands and

fianc‚s being under "lock and shock", as we say sometimes,

while they're bred by their choice of black studs. That's

what happened to Dorothy Jenkins. She took to cuckolding

her wimpy husband like a fish to water. It didn't take but

a few shock treatments to get him in line with her and the

town's program. You'll get to meet him and some of the

other husbands who've adapted quite well to the town and

the lovely children their wives have had for them."

Cecil thought for a moment, then spoke.

"S-So y-you want Cheryl to h-have u-up to a dozen b-

babies b-by l-local men?"

The mayor acknowledged him with an affirmative nod.

"D-Does that m-mean, w-we can't have o-our own

children?"

"Sure, after you and she fulfill your obligation to

deliver ours first." The mayor replied matter-of-factly.

"B-But Mayor Howard, a d-dozen b-babies a-are a lot of

b-babies." Cecil stammered as he tried to make his point.

"Your new bride is young and strong, she'll do well.

Plus, we just found out she's also a virgin too. How

exceptional."

The mayor's words cut Cecil as if they were a knife.

Cecil didn't have any intentions in attacking the mayor he

just wanted to stand up to make his point. He didn't stand

long. The electrical shock to his loins quickly caused him

to double over and fall right back in his seat.

"OUCH! OOOOOH! STOP!" Cecil moaned and cried out as

he winced at the unexpected jolt.

"Well Mr. Mayor, you can see it works okay. He has

been assigned his own frequency, and I and the others who

will be monitoring him have remotes. Did you want one

too?" The Fix It man asked.

"Yes I would. I always like to participate in the

orientation of our new citizens to our great town."

"W-What about Cheryl, d-did you rape her?" Cecil,

blurted out. He'd recovered from the shock to his balls

but was far more contained now that he knew the power of

the device he was being force to wear.

"Rape is such a negative word Cecil. But to answer

your question, no we have not. We don't get many virgins,

so we're saving her for a special orientation. That is

we're going to have a lottery for the first man to pop her

cherry." The mayor said grinning. Cecil hated the man for

his smile if nothing else.

"P-Please M-Mayor Howard. P-Please don't do this. S-

She's been saving herself for me for so l-long. W-We've

known each other since junior high." Cecil's plea was

sincere and very pathetic as he went on in great detail

about how he and Cheryl wanted their wedding night to be

special. However, the mayor listened intently at the long

plea by Cecil. However, if Cecil had looked closely at the

mayor, he would've seen a wicked gleam in the mayor's eye

as he slowly was rubbing his big hands together as if

plotting or pondering.

"Well Cecil, that is most touching. I must say I was

moved by your plea and since I'm a compassionate man,

here's what I'll do. If you promise to encourage your wife

to go along with what we in the town need her to do, you'll

have the opportunity to spend the wedding night with her

and we won't touch her until after she's legally married."

Cecil was rather relieved at the mayor's words and

hated to thanked the man, but did so out of common

courtesy.



CHAPTER 9: THE WEDDING

As Cecil saw his bride being led down the aisle by the

mayor, he was surprised to see the strange look of serenity

on her face. He was glad she could still put the best on

the outside in view of all that they'd both gone through,

and what was planned for them in this hell hole of a town.

He mentally applauded her.

The dress she wore was tiered with rows of ornate

scalloped lace, but at the same time, the bodice was rather

sheer, such that a good part of her mammary endowments were

rather accentuated, and much more revealing that Cecil

would've desired. In a word she looked stunning.

She had been kept away from him for 24 hours prior to

the ceremony. She looked so radiant and beautiful in the

ornate lacy, long train wedding gown.

He still couldn't believe this was happening to

them. Was it his fate to always get the short end of the

stick. One of the few things he thought was the bright

star in his life was Cheryl, now her having to be a breeder

for the town's men folks was so unbelievable. Yet, the

mere fact he was wearing the electronic chastity belt was a

reality check in it self, especially when several of his

overseers tested it to see if it was working properly prior

to him coming to the church, and again at the church. They

were only very mild shocks, but the mere thought he was

under such control, mortified him each time he gave it a

thought. But again, he was under their control and

couldn't do a thing about it.

Cecil was just glad that they had agreed he could

spend the wedding night with his bride and be the first to

sex her after the wedding ceremony. He'd been waiting all

these years to have sex with her, after all he should be

allowed to "break the seal" as well as be the first to get

a chance at impregnating his new wife.

However, then it dawned on him, could they be trusted?

But they did say the breeding wouldn't be started until

after she was legally his wife and that he could be with

her on the wedding night. He felt more at ease.

The closer his bride got to him, the prettier she

looked. There was a strange countenance about her that

he'd never seen before. Had they drugged her? He was

determined to try and whisper to her as soon as they were

together.

He was hoping the best man, the mayor's son, wouldn't

prevent him.

As the procession ended and Cheryl was positioned

beside him for the main ceremony, she was able to whisper

"I love you very much darling, no matter what happens."

Her words were the best thing he'd heard in 24 hours.

His confidence was made much stronger by her words.

She was also able to add, before the music stopped

and minister was ready to start the ceremony, "Be brave

darling, remember we're in this together, no matter what

they make both of us do. I truly love you."

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to formally join

this couple in matrimony." The black minister said in a

booming voice. As he read on and reached the part where it

was time for he and his bride to exchange vows.

"Do you Cecil Morton, promise to love, be faithful to,

cherish, honor, and obey Cheryl Jones, your wife to be, in

all that she asks of you?"

When he was a bit slow to respond because the words

were puzzling to him, Cecil felt a small jolt from the

cattle prod of a chastity jock strap he wore. He quickly

answered "I do!". He began to break out in a sweat fearing

some form of public trickery or humiliation was about to be

dumped on him.

"Do you, Cheryl Jones, promise to love, cherish and

provide loving guidance to your husband, Cecil Morton, and

assure that he keeps his vows of love, obedience, and

honor, and use whatever corrective means necessary to

ensure he does so."

"I do."

Cecil was flabbergasted at the confident and straight

forward manner his bride replied. Did she know what she

was committing too? He asked himself as he felt a sick

feeling in his stomach about what was occurring before him,

as well as to him.

"Before pronouncing your reaffirmation as man and

wife, it is now time for the newlywed couple to demonstrate

their commitment to sharing, aiding, and supporting each

other. Will the groom and bride kneel." The minister

said.

Cecil was nervous as his alabaster skin bride with a

strange smile on her face, knelt eagerly before the black

minister. He was less eager, but did so as he felt another

small electrical jolt to his groins. He wondered which one

of the men was using their remote on him.

"The bride has been told of this ritual, Cecil has

not. The groom is warned not to be upset, but to abide by

his vows of obedience and love for his new bride." The

minister warned.

Cecil really had an ominous feeling now.

"You may part my robe and prepare my staff so as you

two may receive my holy seed as an anointment to seal this

ceremony of matrimony. Are you prepared?"

"Yes I am." Cheryl replied quickly. It was too quick

for Cecil who looked at her wide eyed and with a blank

face.

What he saw next as he knelt so close to his new bride

was something that he'd never seen so close before as she

parted the minister's black robe. He was wearing only a

white shirt and shoes and socks. The centerpiece of his

nudeness was the mammoth cock that was loosely strapped to

his leg.

Cecil, eyes wider than before and in a total daze,

estimated the giant member was at least nine inches, maybe

a bit longer.

"Isn't this something darling?" He couldn't believe

his bride saying as she deftly unhooked the strap that

secured the semi-hard penis. "I'd say he was a bit larger

than yours, wouldn't you say Cecil?" She said looking at

him with a hint of a smirk on her beautiful face.

"Yes my child, handle the staff of the holy servant

and began your demonstration of affections for the church

and your marriage." The minister said as he moaned at the

contact of her small soft white hand on his swelling heated

black dick.

As Cheryl began to lick the bulbous pre-cum leaking

cockhead and laved the giant pee slit with flicks of her

pretty tongue, someone removed the minister's robe and he

stood before the kneeling couple, naked below the waist,

wearing only shoes and socks.

Cecil, feeling weak, even on his knees, felt the best

man's strong hands grip his shoulder and then whispered in

his ear. "Don't do anything foolish. Go along with the

program, unless you want your balls scorched."

Even though still dazed at the noisy lapping and

slurping from the scene less than a foot in front of him,

he received the warning loud and clear.

Cecil, besides being amazed at how well his new bride

was orally administering to the minister, was equally

amazed at the dreamy expression of lust on her face.

Everything his mom tried to tell him before came back in

his mind like a hundred miles an hour fast ball. Had all

this awaken the slut blood in his Cheryl? Why didn't she

ever give him the kind of exquisite head she was now giving

the minister - a black man at that - in front of a hundred

strangers.

Cecil's thought were bouncing around the inside of his

head like a jar of full of shaken jelly beans. Then it

dawned on him just as she saw her grasp and tenderly fondle

the huge black balls hanging low beneath the black minister

impressive fuck tool. She must've been drugged. That was

it, he thought. She doesn't know what she's doing.

Satisfying him self that he'd discovered that his

bride was acting the way she was so eagerly, his state of

mind was that they indeed was in this together. But then

as he'd come to that conclusion, he remembered her words to

him earlier before the ceremony started. Was she really

doing this of her own volition?

Before Cecil, feeling helpless and mentally

frustrated, could commence another round of mental debate

with himself, the minister stopped moaning and also stopped

his wife from her further mouthing action on his stout

turgid dick.

"You've done well my child. You can be proud of your

actions and your demonstration to the church's holy

servant. Now it's time for your husband to prove his

affection to my staff and demonstrate his willingness to

share in the trials and tribulations of the path of

marriage you both are commencing." Spoke the minister in

his bass voice of authority and sanctity.

The minister moved side ways slightly bring his

jutting wet palpitating dick right before Cecil's face. It

dawned on Cecil like a bolt of lighting that he too was

required to do the same as his bride. He cursed him self

for not realizing he would be required to suck cock - black

cock at that - just as his wife-to-be had.

Again, strong arms gripped his shoulder. Two pulses

tickled his balls. They were definitely stronger than

before.

"Go on honey. Do what you have to do. I'm right

beside you. I wont desert you. Lick his dick. Do the

cockhead first." He heard his bride say. It was like he

was in a dream. He'd never her talk that way. The

minister's giant staff was less than three inches from

Cecil's lips. He saw his bride's pink lipstick smeared on

the long shaft of hard meat and groaned in anguish at what

he had to do. He got a third stronger shock to his balls

which caused him to lurch forward involuntarily with an

open mouth. His reaction seemed what was needed, because

before he knew it, he had a mouth full of hot black swollen

dickhead. A moment later, the minister began to work and

feed more of his steel hard meaty truncheon deeper between

Cecil's stretched lips.

"That's it honey. Good boy. Just keep your teeth out

of the way. That's it. You're sucking cock now. You're

sucking a real man's dick." His new bride whispered

sensuously as she held one of his hands. The best man held

the other.

Cecil was having difficulty dealing with all that was

going on, especially the horse size cock invading his

mouth. As he continued in his forced mouthing of the

minister's staff, his new bride continued to mentor and

tutor him in sucking his first cock - no dick. He's never

heard her say "dick" before.

After two minutes of looking down what seemed like a

mile of fleshy black pipe, which culminated in a thicket of

dense pubic hairs, Cecil, with tears running down his face,

was getting use to the feel of the man's big erection in

his mouth and throat as the minister face fucked the white

groom with his beaming bride and over a hundred of the

towns folk looking on and softly cheering him on.

"Here, hold his balls darling." Cheryl said as she

guided her new husband's hand to the large black scrotum

before him.

Cecil got another small low level shock in his shorts

when he seemed reluctant to place his hands on the

minister's sizeable hairy nuts. He got the message. He

increased the action with his hand and kneaded the black

man's balls, following his new bride's instructions to the

tee.

He couldn't see her smiling face but she was aglow in

seeing him being subjected to such abject degradation. She

knew for sure that in the last 12 hours the towns folks,

especially the men, had awoken the hereditary slut genes in

her. It had been rather sudden, but even though she truly

loved Cecil - her junior high through college sweetheart -

his love for her would now have to adapt to her other

needs, which would include her blatant public humiliation

of him.

"You have brought me to the point of no return...

OOOH! The point of blissful conclusion. OOOH! The point

of your receiving the anointment for which you seek. OOOH!

YESSSSSSS! Take it! It's all yours!" The minister cried

out as he held the back of the poor white groom's head and

began to erupt his spewing hot sperm between his stretched

lips."

With his new bride preparing him for the news he was

to received the holy ejaculate, and the minister pulling

his spurting dickhead back from his throat to just inside

the front part of his mouth, Cecil was able to cope with

swallowing the large volume of hot gooey fuck fluid that

was so forcibly gushed between his lips. He swallowed at

least six full gulps of the hot creamy fuck goo before just

milking the dribble and dregs that continued slowly oozing

after the minister's come.

Following his bride's instructions, he continued to

gently suckle the minister's slightly shrinking dick, all

the while Cecil never let go of the minister's balls for

fear of more electrical shocks.

His bride Cheryl noticed this and was pleased, even

though she was sure he was concerned about getting another

shock. She giggled mentally as she smiled to herself and

thought how her new husband was going to react when he

found out she too was going to get one of the remote units

to keep him in line. Oh well, she thought, there's time

for that later. Now she had to finish the ceremony and

look forward to other pleasures in the ceremony, especially

the next surprise for her unsuspecting new husband.

"PLOP!" The noise of the minister pulling his large

member from the tight seal of poor Cecil's stretched mouth

elicited a loud uproar of laughter from the those

assembled.

"The bride and groom may salute each other and share

the taste of the anointment, which the willing groom drew

from my staff and balls."

There was another uproar as Cheryl gave her flush

faced, bewildered, humiliated new husband, a deep French

kiss.

Cecil, welcomed the attention from his bride. His

mouth and jaw muscles ached slightly from being stretched

so much.

The juicy tongue kiss was good. Even though he

didn't find the taste of the minister's hot cum as

repulsive as he expected, he was so utterly ashamed to have

been put through what he had, especially in front of the

woman he loved and so many onlookers.

CHAPTER 10: THE WEDDING CEREMONY CONTINUES: KISSING THE

BRIDE

Cecil and Cheryl were again directed to stand before

the minister.

The minister did not put his robe back on. His huge

semi erect black penis was indeed a sight as he stood there

with the bible in his hand. The whole scene was surreal,

especially what he and Cheryl had been made to endure.

Cecil asked for a drink of water as the ministered

thick creamy jism left a heavy slimy film on his gums.

"No my son, it's important you get use to the taste of

the anointment you've received, and you both shared as a

couple, for such future anointment from others shall be a

bond between you two as a couple."

The ceremony continued as Cecil pondered the

minister's words.

"Now that the young couple has demonstrated their

willingness to share in what lies ahead in their marriage,

with the power vested in me, I now reaffirm your being

legally married and pronounce you as woman and husband.

You may salute the bride one more time to show your

acceptance and commitment to being her devoted and loyal

helpmate."

Cecil kept wondering about the minister using the word

"reaffirm". "Woman and husband"? What was going on here?

Why didn't he just pronounce them "man and wife"? Again

Cecil's mind was reeling. He had too much information to

process. He had no idea what was going on here.

He was still puzzled, but he could use another kiss

from his beautiful bride after all he'd been through. He

didn't understand all the minister was saying, but he could

at least look forward to being the first to nestle his

throbbing prick into his beloved bride after all these

years of waiting.

"Remember darling, they made me do this." Cecil heard

his beaming bride softly say as he turned his face and

began to move closer for a kiss. Her smile bothered him,

but he was too concerned with touching her again to concern

himself with body language.

"Not on her mouth my son." The minister interjected

as he stopped Cecil's motion by placing his huge hand

between Cecil and Cheryl. "You must kneel and salute her

pussy."

Cecil for the countless time, had another blank stare

on his face.

"Will the attendants remove the bride's garments for

her husband to salute her without restriction." At the

minister's request several women came up and undid some

hidden fasteners and in a flash, Cecil's new bride was

wearing only a white crotchless teddy and a very tiny G-

string that had a small triangular patch. Her perfectly

formed cunt bush showed so beautifully. He had another

ominous feeling. He had no idea they'd planned to exhibit

his new bride in front of everyone.

"Before you perform your salute my son, you must swear

you will do this whenever it is needed by her, and perform

the act with eagerness, and the dearest of love and

affection toward your spouse. Do you swear before man and

the church that you will suck her cunt out to her

satisfaction when it is desired by her, as I have

described.

Seeing her like this caused his blood to heat up.

Cecil quickly answered "I do". He didn't need a shock to

prompt him. He was driven by lust.

"After this final public commitment, you may proceed

to do your husbandly duty my son." The minister announced.

Nervously Cecil knelt and proceeded to removed the g-

string as his new wife guided him in doing his sworn duty.

As he was trying to get his trembling hands to steady

themselves as he began to remove the flimsy thong

underwear, he got whiff of a familiar scent that was

different from the heavenly pussy bush fragrance he

expected from his virgin brides crotch. As he got the g-

string down and pushed it down her leg, he noticed the

familiar color and odor of Feta cheese protruding from here

pouting pussy lips.

"I know how much you like Feta cheese, so I put a

piece in there to make this easier on you darling. Please

forgive me for them making me do this to you." Cheryl said

in a nervous yet, sensuous tone.

"That's okay Cheryl dear, and thank you for being so

thoughtful. I could use a taste of your pussy after all

I've been through." Cecil replied as he moved his head

closer to her labia as she spread her legs and invited him

to come closer and lap her heated cunt.

As he nibbled on the sharp taste of the cheese, his

nostril was filled with the naturally strong aroma of it.

He also heard the assembly of town folks, as well as the

minister cheer him on in his pussy eating. He was

surprised at the size of the cheese wedge. He just hoped

it had not broke the virginal seal of his beloved.

Just as Cecil completed devouring the plug of aged

Feta with it's sharp taste, he heard the minister announce

to the assembly that Cecil had legally been married by the

mayor the day the couple had arrived, and that today's

ceremony was just a formality to reaffirm an already legal

ceremony which had been held at the city hall in front of

witnesses.

Just as Cecil managed to hear this bit of news, a

thick soupy heated gloppy goo streamed in his surprised

mouth and coated his tongue. By the time it dawned on him

that the concoction was blended sperm and cunt juice,

another slimy wave oozed out and over ran his lips and

dripped messily over the satin lapels of his black tuxedo.

"Yes my son, you're tasting the first installment of

jism from the good men of this town. We kept our

agreement. We didn't impose our selves upon your lovely

virgin bride until after you two were legally married,

which happened yesterday. And, as promised, you will be

able to spend the wedding night with her. That is, after

all the men in the audience have had an opportunity to

salute her as real men do to such a beauty as your lovely

bride. And also as promised, you are having sex, oral sex

that is, with her right after the wedding ceremony. Now

finish what you swore to do so she can be ready for me to

anoint her properly between her legs."

Cecil again shocked and bewildered, knelt with trails

of viscous melded jism smeared over and running down his

face and neck. His tears made the mess even messier as he

felt another shock in his shorts. Through watery eyes he

saw the best man holding a remote and knew was coming if he

didn't get back to his husbandly "clean up duties".

"C'mon darling, I'm sorry this had to happen, but we

both must make the best out of it. C'mon make me feel

good." He heard his wife plainly. Her voice wasn't as

sympathetic as he'd expected, but it was urgent as was her

tug on his head as she pulled him back to her very un-

virgin, sloppy, slick and slimy sperm filled snatch. What

little he saw of her face, before her now fuck juice

smelling crotch blocked his view, was not the kind face of

the Cheryl he knew, but one of a woman that needed his

tongue in her well fucked pussy and was determined to have

it there.

CHAPTER 11: THE RECEIVING LINE

After Cecil had finished saluting his bride in a very

unorthodox manner, and after she shuttered orgasmicly with

a loud sensuous moan, the Minister announced the ceremony

was over. The beaming happy bride, and a very unhappy

groom, marched down the aisle. Cecil was in tears while

his new bride was smiling gleefully. The atmosphere was

indeed surreal to Cecil.

The couple was led immediately to an adjacent annex,

where the reception was to be held.

As Cecil cleared the uncontrolled tears from his eyes,

it became apparent the instant he entered the annex what

was set to occur, both from the crowd already assembled and

the furnishings.

In the middle of the room, there was an examination

table as you would find in a doctor's office. The sight of

the extended stirrups on the table sent more chills of

dread through the new husband as he quickly envisioned his

new bride situated on it with her beautiful legs in them.

Cecil was ordered to help his wife prepare for the

onslaught of men who'd already formed a line to fuck her.

Cecil, full of terror from the ordeal he'd already

been through, easily complied.

He sensed that there was going to be more, much more

humiliation as he saw the line of semi-nude men, which had

formed, was slowly growing longer.

While horrified, he couldn't get over the surreal

festive atmosphere, and the strange gleefulness of his new

bride. She apparently was very excited at being the whore

for a group of strange, big dick black men. He also saw a

new man with the remote. The man had his eyes on Cecil. A

chill again ran through Cecil as he contemplated the

terrifying act that was about to occur and over which he

had no control.

While watching the line of horny men with fear and

dread, Cecil was caught off guard as the minister walked up

from the other direction. As he did, his large swinging

manhood seemed more like a club than a penis. Even though

it hadn't been that long since he had the man's stalwart

member between his lips, Cecil wondered how he even got his

mouth around the head of the monstrous dick.

Cheryl seemed anxious for the sexual festivities to

begin as she laid back on the exam table wearing only her

lacy white bridal bustier, snowy white frilly garter belt,

and glistening shiny white sheen stocking. She had her

beleaguered husband assist her in freeing her abundant

bosom from the confining bustier. Cecil could only gasp at

his new wife's abundant fleshy white orbs and her very

erect protruding nipples. Cecil could only look at them,

not touch and fondle them as he should be doing. That was

reserved at the moment for others. Many others in fact as

he once again glimpsed the seemingly endless line of

jutting and bobbing stiff black erections.

"Excellent! I see you have properly prepared your new

bride for me to properly anoint her with my seed. I can

see now you're going to be a good husband Cecil, a good

husband indeed."

As the minister removed the robe he was wearing he

asked someone to bring a short stool for Cecil. It looked

like a three legged milking stool, as one would use for

milking cows.

"There my son, sit right here where you can see all

the activities first hand as your new bride gets anointed

by me and coupled by the good men of Freeville." The

ministered spoke in his heavy bass voice.

Cecil was further bewildered, as he looked at the

stool and then up at the minister, who was at least a head,

and then some, taller than he. The position of the low

stool would place Cecil's head right at eye level with his

new wife's pouting bushy cunt.

"Go on! Sit down my son. You'll have a front row

seat as you watch your wife receives special salutes from

the well wishers in the receiving line."

Cecil, helpless to do other than do as he was told,

whimpered softly in despair and sat on the rather low

stool.

"There, now that's a fitting place for our new groom.

Now make yourself useful and get me ready for your new

bride. Lick my staff. Get it hard and wet, so it

pleasures her, and goes in easier too."

Cecil, even though he knew refusing the minister would

result in another jolt to his groins, was caught off guard

by yet another abject humiliating order. As a result, the

new groom was slow to respond. He just looked at the

towering black man and then to the huge black phallus

before his face. Moments later, Cecil felt the

excruciating, but brief electrical sensation to his

genitals. He quickly grasped the black penis before him

and proceeded to lick and mouth it slavishly.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the man who held

the remote and apparently had sent the signal that shocked

Cecil into action. The new husband's tears continued to

flow again as he deftly degraded himself before the group

as he sucked lapped and licked at the large black hairy

genitals before him.

"That's it. Do a good job darling. Get it wet enough

so that it slips in me easily."

Cecil's tears seem to increase as he heard his new

wife's words. Her tone was sincere but yet it obvious it

was laden with eagerness to enjoy the tool which her new

husband was suckling.

"That's good enough Cecil." The minister's words were

welcomed as Cecil felt the big rigid coal black tool leave

his glistening saliva coated lips.

Cecil wiped his mouth with his hands and had planned

to look away at the next action he was sure the minister

was going to make, that is the mounting of Cheryl. But

Cecil wasn't to be so uninvolved as he thought.

"As the new husband, you have the honor of guiding my

staff to her temple young man."

Cecil, again stunned by the level of depravity, could

only look at the giant blackman as if he was nuts.

However, the new husband snapped back to reality as soon as

he caught a glimpse of the best man about to reach for the

remote that was hanging around his neck.

Cecil quickly grasped the minister's monstrous phallus

and guided it to it's wet juicy target. As he did so the

wanton look of desire on his new wife's face was almost

unbelievable to him. She was actually eager to receive the

giant black cock.

"Yes! Yes! Darling, please push a real man's cock in

me. Give me a real man's cock. That's it! Yesssssss!"

Her words left no doubt to Cecil as he barely removed

his hand before it got caught between the minister and his

wife's almost touching organs. Cecil was aghast that

Cheryl could take so much of that enormous penis on the

first plunge. Obviously, she'd been opened up fairly well

in the last twenty-four hours.

The minister and his wife put on a splendid display of

fucking. His new bride was a tiger, but the minister had a

tiger tamer, so it was a good match as he pounded her

eagerly receptive pussy.

To make matters worse for Cecil, his wife asked him to hold

her hand as she experienced such passion and lust with

another man. She griped it tightly as she moaned to the

black minister how good he was fucking her.

Cecil appreciated the gesture of their handing holding

and sharing the adversity they were both going through.

However, he was also beside himself with horror as his new

bride's cunt was stretched unbelievably and so obscenely

too. To make matters worse, the juicy coupling of black

and white genitals before and so close to his eyes and

ears, made a sound that seem to rise above the low roar of

the assembled mass of people in the room - mostly other men

waiting their turn to do the same as what the minister was

doing. Cecil squirmed at each squishy wet lapping sound

emanating from the joined sexes of the two as well as each

moaning sigh that arose from his obviously well pleased new

wife.

After the minister busted his nuts twice, he climbed

off Cheryl's sloppy slime covered cunt and declared loudly

"The new bride has been properly anointed and is now open

to others to salute her as she starts her journey into

wifedom and motherhood!" The minister's word's boomed

around the room to the cheers of the gathered group of

horny men.

"You should be proud to have a wife with a pussy so

good my son. Here, taste the residue of our coupling and

delight in the joy that she's getting her pussy broke in

right on her wedding night." The reverend said with a

wicked smile as he held his wet dripping and much softer,

limp fuck slime covered penis toward Cecil's face.

Cecil's tears rose up in his eyes again as he made no

effort to pull his face away from the black tool that was

coming toward him. This dick had also broke him in as a

cocksucker. He knew it was useless to resist. He simply

did as the minister wanted and was amazed at how easily

he'd acclimated to the slimy taste of melded pussy juice

and cock cum so easily in such a short time.

Cecil had some solace, since his bride continued to

hold one of his hands as she gleefully gyrated to meet

every thrust of the other men in the receiving line as they

mercilessly plunged their large dicks into her when it was

their turn. There was also a line formed at her face for

those men who wanted head from her before fucking her, or

instead of fucking her. She sucked eagerly and tirelessly

on their giant ebony bones and swallowed every drop they

spewed.

As the line moved, Cecil's mouth was also very gummy

from milking the dribbling wet slime from every big black

dick that slipped from his wife's pussy. He had simply run

out of tears as he became a cock milking machine. He

obliged each man without thinking as he was more afraid of

a shock to his genitals from the man with the remote

Cecil's milking efforts were only interrupted so that

he could sip some wedding punch to clear the coating of

fuck slime that would build up on his tongue and gums as he

suckled wet slimy black cocks as they were pulled from his

wife's enlarged and reddish raw gaping twat. Additionally,

he was directed to suck up the inevitable viscous gluey

coating of fuck slime that would routinely build up in his

bride's formerly virgin pussy.

Most of the syrupy slimy fuck juices dripped and oozed

from Cheryl's twat into a plastic drip pan that was

situated such that it could catch most of the sexual fluids

that were by products of the gang bang.

The viscous gluey contents of the drip pan - seminal

and pussy juice fluids - rose steadily after each black

cock was pulled out of his new bride with a swishy sucking

sound. Cecil was truly amazed at the abundant outpourings

of cock cream from each of the men that fucked his

beautiful new bride.

However, due to the fervent coupling action between

cock and cunt, the fuck slime became occasionally thick and

frothy. Hence the need for Cecil's husbandly intervention

to make his wife's fuck slot more enjoyable for the

remaining men in the receiving line.

Cecil was amazed at his stomach not turning at the

vast quantity of warm fuck slime he consumed. To make

matters worse for him mentally, he found that the taste

wasn't as unpalatable as he'd envisioned.

Cecil was further amazed and simultaneously horrified

at his new bride's stamina and moans and cries of orgasmic

wantonness as she seem to orgasm whenever a fresh new cock

was pushed in her very receptive hungry gash. She seemed

tireless.

Cecil was never so glad for something to end as when

the last man mounted his new bride and popped his load in

her. Going from fear of his wife being ganged rape to

wanting it to hurry and be over, Cecil was anxious for the

last few men to hurry and fuck his new wife so they could

end this phase of his total and abject degradation.

As he helped Cheryl up off her back after the last man

in line was finished with her, she was a bit stiff and had

a bit of a time getting the feel of her legs. However, he

led her to the nearest powder room where, continuing to be

the helpful, but coerced husband, dutifully helped her wash

her abused reddened pussy and clean up in general. He was

also amazed at her demeanor as if what they had gone

through was a joyful event.

As the newly married couple were escorted to the

waiting car to carry them to their residence provided by

the Town, Cecil glimpsed a lady removing the drip pan from

the table where his wife had spent the last few hours

fucking a good part of the male population of Freeville.

The pan was over half full of unctuous fuck slime.

Cecil, tired, beat, and vanquished, was glad to leave

the place where he'd experienced more humiliation and

degradation than he'd ever dreamed of in his life.

CHAPTER 12: THE MORNING AFTER

Cecil, woke first as he raised his head. He looked at

his beautiful, but haggard, tired, and well fucked,

actually, very well fucked, sleeping bride.

Even though he didn't awake from the nightmare of what

he'd gone through and yet to go, he was thankful that at

least they were now man and wife. He thought back to what

the minister said, and thought maybe "woman and husband"

was indeed more accurate.

Finally his new bride was awake as Cecil returned back

to the bedroom with two cups of hot coffee.

"Thanks my darling husband, you're so thoughtful."

Cheryl said to him as he offered her the cup.

"I-I never told you this before Cheryl, but I did some

reading on nymphomania and it's side effects. I-I know

when lust consumes you, y-you're going to be difficult to

deal with, especially me b-because I-I'm, well , b-because

I-I'm..."

"Not well hung and don't have much stamina?." His new

wife interjected confidently, helping her husband get his

point across.

"Y-yes that's right, I-It appears when you in the

throes of need, I-I can expect to be treated harshly and

ridiculed."

"That's just the way I felt last night. I actually

felt good being used by the men after they deprived you of

my cherry and filled me with their hot virile cum for over

four hours and then for an hour the morning of the wedding.

And then about 10 minutes before I came down the aisle,

several of the men creamed in me one after the other so

they could seal all their jism in me and then sealed it

with a wedge of Feta cheese. Cecil Honey I was thrilled

being part of the conspiracy. It was I who thought of the

cheese. I knew it would hide the fuck scent. Darling, I

wanted to humiliate you. I literally enjoyed rubbing your

face in their hot fuck, letting you know that better men's

cum was where you'd planned for years to put yours first.

And darling, the fact that I might get pregnant through out

all this by a man other than you was a real super turn on."

"Y-You really f-felt that way, b-because y-you h-had

been aroused by them w-with their b-big things."

"Yes honey, by their big black dicks."

"Do . Do-Do y-you think y-you still really love me s-

still?" He said stammering and nervously twitching.

"Yes! Very, very much darling. In fact I love you now

more than before. You see honey, knowing you love me so

and can't do what these guys do for me, makes me want to

have you show your love for me in ways that will, well,

shall we say, cause you to be uncomfortable, but which will

help you to better understand how much you really love me."

"B-But Cheryl, j-just hearing you urge them on and to-

to hear you saying things about me really hurts."

"I know sweetie. Haven't you heard the song about you

always hurt the one you love? Well when I hurt you that

way, I'm really showing my love. And when you give in and

do whatever is required, you are responding in kind that

you're demonstrating your love for me too. Cecil, you'll

have to accept that when I'm filled with lust, you have to

accept being ridiculed and humiliated by me and the men

fucking me. I can't help it. That's the way it has to

be."

"No-No o-other way? W-Will you permit me to l-leave if

t-they said..."

"No! Darling, I won't permit you to leave me, even if

they said okay. Dorothy Jenkins said her husband tried to

wiggle out of staying with her, just as you're attempting

to do. However, she wanted him to stay and he's settled

nicely into his husbandly role. That is, as the good daddy

of their three kids. No darling, I want to share this

experience with you. I want you as my husband. I need you

to go through this with me. I want to help you prove to

yourself that you can be a man about this, even if you're

not man enough to take care of me in the bed. You have to

accept your place as a willing cuckold. There is no other

way."

"I-I see." Was all Cecil could say with a sad look on

his face.

CHAPTER 13: A NEIGHBOR VISITS

Agnes Jones, a neighbor to the newlywed couple, came

by three weeks later and brought over the top tier of their

wedding cake, which she'd taken the liberty of freezing for

them. She removed the frozen package from the ice chest

cooler she'd brought it in.

"Thank so much Agnes. In all the excitement, I forgot

all about this." Cheryl said as she held the frozen, clear

plastic wrapped package.

"Hi Cheryl honey. Hi Agnes." Cecil said as he walked

in from work.

"Oh hi darling. Look, Agnes was nice enough to

retrieve and save the top of our wedding cake. She froze

it for us. Tradition has it that we're suppose to thaw it

out on our first anniversary and eat a piece for continued

good luck in our marriage." Cheryl spoke gleefully to her

husband.

"Okay. Yes, I've heard something about that." He

replied stoically.

"I'm going to leave you two lovebirds, since I have

some more errands to run. Also I have something special

for you too Cecil." Agnes said as she retrieved another

package from her cooler.

"The mayor makes sure all our new husbands have these.

They are left over from your reception. We make them up

for all of our new white husbands."

Before Agnes left she explained how she'd put some

food coloring into the molded frozen concoction. Cecil sat

shocked as he realized what had become of the plastic pan

of fuck slime drippings. His wife put the batch of frozen

Popsicle's in the freezer along with the frozen wedding

cake. She counted them carefully.

"Darling, there are 18 of them. I like the pretty red

coloring she added to them. I was just thinking, since

it's summer, when the guys come over to see me, I think

it'd be cute for you to be eating one each time they came

over."

"W-What! C-Cheryl. I-I still c-can't believe this.

It-It's so perverse a-and degrading to t-think this is-is

actually happening to me."

"Now honey, we are in this together. I want you to

promise you won't destroy them. I'll be keeping a record

of everyone. And Cecil?"

"Yes?"

"You must eat each one completely. Understood? Or I

might have to report you if you don't, worse, I might use

my remote to give your cute little balls a jingle. I hate

to be this way, but because I love you and want to do what

is right for us under the circumstances, it's necessary

that you get with the program here since it's expected of

you." His new bride said as she wrapped her arms around

his neck as he sat at the kitchen table, looking more

chagrin than ever.

"I-I understand Cheryl." He replied in a browbeat

tone.

That night after dinner, his wife presented her

husband with one of the red Popsicle's when her lover for

the evening came over and the three were sitting on the

screen porch.

As was the routine, soon his bride and a different

black man would disappear into their bedroom and leave him

on the porch. But tonight there was a new element of

humiliation. The humbled subjugated husband had to suck on

and eat a frozen Popsicle made up from the fuck drippings

when the townsmen had his wife at their wedding.

Cecil, red as the Popsicle in the face, realized his

wife had her remote which she fingered as Cecil accepted

the frozen treat from her. She wore a very smug wicked

smile. Cecil suspected if he didn't eat the chilled

"spermy delight" he would be soon experiencing hot balls.

He did as was expected and began consuming the frozen,

melded cum and pussy fuck slop on a stick.

As is the custom for eating a Popsicle, he first

licked it, then slowly sucked it. He didn't expect the

taste to bother him as much as the very act of what he was

doing and where he was doing it. That is since he had to

taste the same mixed fuck concoction, hot from his wife's

cunt after each time she got fucked by the townsmen. The

coolness of the Popsicle was in a way refreshing, but there

was an aftertaste for sure. An aftertaste he knew well and

which he had in his mouth, as he watched his wife and her

black lover go into the house, arm in arm, toward the

bedroom. Cecil, flustered by the overt humiliation, he'd

just had to endure, heard them chucking at what he'd just

performed before them.

Cecil, was hurt that his wife was also giggling, even

though he knew she was in the throes of her hereditary

nymph affliction and couldn't be blamed. He was however

blameful of the town and it's folks for what he was

enduring. Yet he knew he could do nothing. He sat there

on the porch with the aftertaste of fuck juices in his

mouth as he pondered his fate and heard the faint moans of

the obvious pleasure his wife was receiving from the black

dick that was invading her soft wet white cuntal flesh.

Cecil also pondered why he again had an erection as he

continued to hear the sensuous sounds from their master

bedroom.

CHAPTER 14: A YEAR LATER: A VISIT BY CECIL'S mother
"Son, what you've told me is all very interesting.

But you can't let it get you down. Even if my new

granddaughter isn't yours and is wearing quite a tan, the

baby does have Cheryl's eyes and mouth."

Cecil, still watery eyed had confessed everything to

his mother. He told her every detail, including how he was

abused and restricted to using rubbers before his wife got

pregnant. He sadly told her how even his wife made sure he

put them on until she was confirmed pregnant.

"It-It looks like I-I won't be putting it in her

without rubbers for quite a while, while she's not

pregnant. That is, until she's delivered twelve babies."

To his surprise, his mother didn't seem upset at

anything her son had told her. She seemed almost relieved.

He questioned his mother about her reaction.

"Actually son, I'm very glad that you'll have someone

to help you with her needs. It's unfortunate you've had to

go through what they put you through, but all in all, it's

probably what you and she needed for stability and

happiness in your marriage. You two will be happy enough.

She`s got enough men to take care of what your tongue and

little prick can't do, yet she'll have your love and

faithfulness too. Id say that's a pretty good arrangement

from your perspective and hers. After all, if she wasn't

in this town and being a respected slut with dignity, can

you imagine how you'd be suffering emotionally back home

and how she'd be looked upon?"

Even though he was silent in response to her question,

Cecil knew his mom was correct. He thought about the

experiences of Cheryl's sisters back home, and how they

were looked down upon.

"Your silence tells me you see my point. Now son, in

view of the positive outcome and goodness of what has

happened to you two here in Freeville, what else do you

seriously have to complain about, that is, other than being

cuckolded, having to wear your shock jockstrap, sucking

countless loads of black dick cream from Cheryl's well

fucked cunt, and having had every black man in town put his

dick in your mouth?"

Cecil was stunned at his mother's easy acceptance and

expression that the subjugation in which he was entrapped,

was beneficial for him and his marriage, and that his

alleged abuse wasn't really serious. She let it be known

that not only would she not help him get out of what she

termed a delightful town and situation, but would do what

she could to ensure that he stayed and continued to be a

good citizen, in her words, "this darling town".

"And besides Cecil, look at the bright side. I'll

have that big batch of grandkids I've always wanted."

Cecil could only look at his mother and stare.

EPILOGUE:

Seven years later Cecil is the legal father of five

richly tanned children, that are the offsprings of his

wife's couplings with four of Freeville's well hung black

male citizenry. As his mother said he would be, he

accepted and became attached to the five kids and them all

calling him "Daddy".

His mother is thrilled at her grandkids and visits

often to ensure that her cuckolded son is a good daddy to

his and Cheryl's children, all sired by the good black men

of Freeville.

Cecil was also surprised that the Mayor was willing to

count the fraternal twins Cheryl delivered as two counts

towards the couple satisfying their commitment of a dozen

new citizens for the town.

His wife let him know that getting knocked up by the

real father of the twins was the best fuck of all the super

fucks she was frequently getting. She was looking to get

knocked up by him again.

Cecil also knew that more than likely he'd never be

the father of any of their kids. He knew it was almost a

sure bet that his wife was a black man's woman from now on,

and that she would ever again look upon him as a real man.

He also knew he was anything but free and probably never

would be.

He knew he was a prisoner physically, mentally, and

emotionally to his wife, the children, the town folks, and

to the ever present electronic jockstraps he has to wear.

Cecil knew that like him, the other trapped white

husbands in Freeville still loved their wives, and had

gotten attached to "their children". Government sponsored

cuckoldry had indeed become a way of life for them.

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