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It all began over twenty years ago when I met Lizabeth, the girl who became my wife.

I had no idea what Mother Nature's plan was for me in those early years. I did realize that I was different than the other boys and felt that I never could quite fit in.

During all of my school years I was a shy, naive boy who never participated in any school activities; never went to any of the school dances and never dated any of the girls even though I so much wanted them.

I would only look and watch them from a distance and fantasize about how wonderful it would be to hold, touch, kiss and love a girl of my own.

In my senior year of high school I had been invited to a party by another girl that lived across the street from me.

At that party is where I first saw Lizabeth. She was only eighteen and I was nineteen and about to graduate a bit late after losing some time due to a c***dhood illness.

Lizabeth did her best to attract the boys' attention acting cute and sexy and by twisting around in her chair so that her skirt would slide up showing off the upper part of her lovely, white thigh. Her efforts were not wasted on me.

As shy as I was, somehow we started talking and made a date to see each other again.

Liz was a beautiful girl with very black, short-cut hair, lovely dark eyes and a beautiful, sensual mouth with perfect teeth and full lips. She was about five foot and three inches tall with a lovely, firm body and (as I was soon to discovered) very tiny breasts smaller than an A-cup, yet perfectly shaped. She made up for her tiny breasts with her magnificent butt and gymnast's looking body.

On our very first date I found a secluded spot to part and she kissed me in ways that I hadn't even imagined. Liz was an expert with her lips and tongue.

The windows of my car were all steamed up from the heat of our passion.

She even made it clear that her tiny breasts -- and maybe even more -- were available to me when she took my hand and placed it on her little breast.

Since I had never dated a girl before, I was too shy and too naive to take advantage of a girl her age. So I pulled my hand away from her breast. She quickly put my hand right back and there stayed my hand feeling the firmness of her young breast.

We continued to date, got to know each other much better and enjoyed many more heated session over the next weeks as I proceeded to touch her much more and in all of her most private places. She never objected to where my hands wondered. In her own way she even encouraged me to go further.

As time went on Liz would sometimes talked about the other boys she had dated before we met. She never admitted allowing any of those boys to ever touch her inappropriately and she always claimed to be a virgin. I never could believe her because she seemed much too hot and sexually knowledgeable for an eighteen-year-old girl and how she easily allowed me to feel her up from the very beginning. There was no doubt in my mind that an older boy, or maybe even an adult man, had taught this girl how to kiss and perhaps much more.

Not realizing what was going on with me at the time, I always felt sexually stimulated when she would tell me about being with other boys.

I found myself wishing that she had been sexual with them and had given them full access to every part of her lovely, young body and reciprocated in every way.

That's when the seeds of my fantasies began to germinate.

Years later it became clear to me that those dormant seeds were in me since birth waiting for the right opportunity to sprout. And sprout they did!

We dated for nearly three years before we got married. During that time I never tried to "go all the way" with her because I didn't want to get her pregnant. I had no problem whatsoever holding myself back. It never occurred to me at the time, but never did have the strong urge for intercourse that most boys and men

have. I seldom even thought about that when I was with her no matter how much we kissed, necked and became sexually aroused. And we surly did engage in many super-heated sessions as often as we could!

All that I thought about was wanting to giving her oral sex. I really wanted to do that for her! I didn't even want her to reciprocate. Asking any young girl to do oral on me just didn't seem right even though I knew she wanted to. Oddly enough I never had any desire to have that done to me.

My desire to provide oral sex for a girl started early in my life. When I was with other guys and we saw a very pretty girl often times the guys would say things like, "Wow, I'd love to fuck that!" Not to sound strange, I'd agree and say the same thing. However, what I was always saying to myself was, "Gee, I'd love to eat her!"

I held off as best as I could for about a month. Then I felt it would be okay to slip off her panties and taste the pleasure that my desires had been craving.

From then on I satisfied my hunger every chance that I had to be alone with her.

Still, the need for intercourse was not there for me. I was more than satisfied using my mouth on her tasty, young pussy rather than my penis even though I knew that she was more than willing and she wanted it in her.

We never did have sexual intercourse until our honeymoon. That's when the problems started. To begin with, I knew that I had a very small, thin, little penis that never seemed to fit tightly at all in my wife's vagina. Being a virgin, myself, I had no idea what it should feel like, but I had always heard that a woman's pussy should feel tight if she was a virgin. My penis seemed to be lost in her. Also, even with the lack of tightness, I came much too quickly and was just as disappointed and she must have been, if not more so.

Frankly, over the next several times we had sex, I didn't think intercourse was all that it was suppose be. Not for me, anyway.

Even in those earliest months of our marriage I knew that I could not -- and did not -- satisfy my wife with my little penis and I also knew that I got much more satisfaction from using my mouth on her and masturbating myself later when I was along than I ever did from intercourse.

Sucking on her pussy was what I enjoyed so much more and that's mostly what I wanted to do.

Liz was, without any doubt, the most sexual woman that I have ever known. Over time I learned how much she loved men and how she loved all of the attention she always got from other men. Not only her good looks, but the way she displayed her assets to her best advantage attracted men like bees to nectar.

Other men's interest in her stimulated me and her showing interest in them excited me even more.

In the earliest months of our marriage the seeds of my desire had germinated and were coming into bloom. I so much wanted my wife to have sex with other men who could satisfy her in ways that I never could and never will be able to. The thought of another man's bare-naked penis inside of my own wife's pussy was ever so exciting to me. It was especially important to me that the man pumped all of his cum into her.

Having my wife properly fucked is what she should have since I was not able to satisfy her with my own, little, inadequate penis.

As my fantasy desires grew and flourished, I wanted her to come home to me with her belly filled with another man's cum for me to suck out of her. That is what I truly wanted. And -- oh -- how I wanted that!

However, there was no way for me to ever tell my wife about my ever-growing, secret desires. How would I ever explain that to her? What would she think of me craving to suck another man's cum out of her? She surely would have wondered if I had ever sucked off another man and had developed a taste for cum. And that was my biggest secret.

Yes, I had already developed a taste and even a craving for cum in my mouth a few years earlier from sucking off my best friend. And that relationship was still ongoing in secret and I loved it!

My lovely wife tried to hid her unfulfilled sexual frustrations as best as she could for a time not wanting to hurt my feeling.

Finally, after several months, Liz told me that she needed to have a talk with me. From the look on her face I knew that something must be wrong.

We sat in our living room and Liz carefully and most lovingly began to explain to me how I was not able to satisfy her with my little penis. Hearing her tell me that was not much of a surprise. But, when she went on to tell me about the other men she had been with before and even during our marriage who could and did

satisfy her I was shocked at first and also extremely thrilled beyond belief.

I was not able to hid my excitement from her and she immediately knew how stimulated I was becoming as she told me even more and watched my reactions.

I remember her saying to me, "Oh, Henry, my dear, you're getting excited, aren't you?"

I stammered a bit and nodded my head in totally embarrassment. That's when she moved closer to me, hugged and kissed me. She was assuring me that she truly loved me.

Then she moved even closer and began to whisper more of her story in my ear in very seductive tones of voice to turn me on even more. She knew just what she was doing to me.

As she went into more graphic details about the size of those other men's cocks and how much she loved them fucking her I began to breath heavier and my little penis was rock hard. I felt so ashamed of myself, totally embarrassed and completely humiliated knowing that my wife was fully aware of the height of my arousal when she put her hand down on my pants and felt the proof.

Then, in a sweet, loving voice she said, "Oh, baby, your little penis is so hard. It's okay, honey, don't feel so embarrassed. I was hoping that you would be excited and I even had a pretty good hunch that you would be. I've seen the look on your face and that tiny bulge in your pants when I flirted with other men. So, I was sure you did want me to be with other men, don't cha, baby? Go ahead and tell me the truth. It's okay, honey."

I was taken completely by surprise by her confession and became more excited than I had ever been with her before. All that I could think about was my fantasy -- my strongest desires - were coming true.

Then she went on telling me more about how I never could satisfy her with my little "pee-pee" (as she started calling it) and then she took notice that I was responding more as she told me about my sexual inadequacies. Being a smart girl and quick about thinking just what to say, she elaborated even more about my little pee-pee and how tiny my testicles are. Each time she'd refer to my little pee-pee and my tiny balls all I could do was pant out some word or sound showing her how much I agreed. She was thoroughly enjoying humiliating me more and more because she knew that her words were tuning me on so much.

Then she explained to me how things were going to be for us from then on.

As strange as it would seem to any real man, I was totally thrilled when she told me that she was not going to allow me to have intercourse with her ever again. Not ever! I distinctly remember her saying, "Only real men who have real cocks will be the ones who'll be fucking me from now on!"

Not only was I thrilled to know that, but I also had the most wonderful feeling of relief rush through me knowing that I would never be expected to perform as a "man" for her ever again. It didn't make any sense for me to even try to do what I can't do and frustrate both of us with my feeble attempts at intercourse that neither of us enjoyed.

I readily agreed with her about my useless, little pee-pee and I did confess to her how I had been wanting this for a long time. How I had been fantasizing about other men fucking her even back when we were still dating.

She sat back and looked down and laughed saying, "Oh, honey, look... your pee-pee must be happy, too, from the telltale little bulge in your pants." Then she laughed some more and I laughed with her.

The sudden switch to humor helped to ease the tension that had built up.

She quickly stood up and took me by the hand and lead me to our bedroom and insisted that I give her "girl" a good sucking adding that was all that I'm good for sexually. We both stripped naked and I did give her girl a damn good sucking. She had the best orgasms that I ever saw her have. She had never climaxed from my pee-pee in her.

Right after her orgasm she said, "It's a good thing that you have such a talented mouth, Henry."

Hearing that pleased me very much.

Then she told me to masturbate my little pee-pee and squirt my little juice into the folds of her pussy as she held open the lips for me and started talking baby-talk to me.

"Oh, that's a good boy. Pump your little pee-pee. Oh, it's so cute. Just a widdle, bitty, baby wee-wee you have there. Let me see you make cummy-cum."

At that point of our mutually heated moment it didn't take but a few seconds more for me to masturbate to orgasm. And I did cum on her lovely inner folds with no penetration at all which was more than fine with me and even that much better and much more exciting.

Then she gave me an even bigger shock when she said, "Now, honey, lap it all up with your tongue like a good, little boy. Go ahead and clean your widdle cummy-cum from my cunt, honey."

I was in such a state of pure ecstasy hearing her use the word cunt and telling me to clean my own cum out that I greedily lapped up my own cum and swallowed it down.

She watched me and giggled the whole time I lapped and sucked up my jizz.

Then she said to me in a more commanding voice, "From now on when I've been out with a man and come home to you, my dear, you're gonna to suck all of that real-man cum out of my pussy and swallow it all down into your belly. You do want to do that, too, don't cha, Henry. Don't cha?"

I was flabbergasted that she somehow seemed to know my deepest, most embarrassing, secret. I could not look her in the face, but I managed to choke out an enthusiastic yes!

She grabbed me by the head and forced me to look her in the face and she said, "Yes! I knew it, I knew it... I knew your were a little bit "that way," my dear, little sucker and I'm damn glad that you are and I'm not one bit surprised. There was something about you that appealed to me from the beginning that only added to my plan for our life together. I just knew that you'd be the one who would accept all that I needed to do and be happy about it. I did take notice of how you got excited whenever I told you about the other boys that I was with before I met you."

"I just never told you the truth about what they did to me."

"Oh, and by the way, I have a date tonight with a real man who has a nice, big, thick cock for me. I want you to be ready to clean me out when I get home."

There are no words to describe my feeling, my emotions and the pure ecstasy that I felt at that moment. My dreams, my strongest desires were coming true.

Then she stood up next to the bed and ordered me to kneel in front of her and demanded, "Now, kiss my pussy good bye because you'll never put your little, worthless pee-pee in "Her" ever again. Not ever!"

I was most obedient and did as I was told and thrilled to death to do it!

At that moment I loved her and worshipped her more than ever before.

I knelt, I kissed and I mouth-worshipped her pussy for several seconds before she said, "Good boy!" And gently pushed me away.

Later that same afternoon she had me help her bathe and wash her lovely body all over and even douche her wonderful pussy so she would be nice and clean and ever so ready for her lover later that evening.

As I bathed her she continued to tell me more about the secret affairs she had when I was away overnight on business.

She was tantalizing me with every word and she knew it and enjoyed seeing me nearly shaking with uncontrollable hunger for more details. She knew how much I was loving it and how I hung on every word she spoke telling me just how big some of the men's cocks were. She even held out her hand curling her fingers to show me how thick some of the cocks were that she couldn't even get her fingers to wrap around it. She was thrilling me to no end and she loved it!

I lovingly dried off her beautiful, young body with our best towels and watched her standing naked in front of her dresser mirror fixing her lovely black hair and putting on her makeup.

From time to time she'd add a few more details about her exploits to make sure she kept my inner heat on high. And she did!

All made up and looking fantastic she asked, "What do you think I should wear tonight for my man?" She put the emphasis on the word man.

I went over to her closet and looked through all of her lovely outfits and pulled out the most sexual looking black dress that she had with the deep V opening down the front that would show off what little cleavage her tiny breasts could

offer.

Looking at the dress I asked, "How about this one without a bra to show off your cleavage?"

She laughed and replied, "What cleavage? You mean my little puffs?" As she cupped her tiny breasts in both hands and squeezed them together.

I had to laugh with her and offered, "Yes, those little puffs and they sure are beautiful when your nipples are sticking out so erect as they are now!"

"And should I wear panties tonight or not?"

"Absolutely not!" Was my answer to that, with a grin. I wanted her to be just as sexual as she could possibly be for this man tonight. It was my dream coming true and I wanted to make the best of it for both of us.

She slipped into the dress and red high heels and asked me to zip up the back which I gladly did after kissing both of her lovely, white shoulders. She did look exquisitely lovely. Then she went through her jewelry box and picked out a delicate silver chain with a small heart that had a red ruby in the center that I had given to her and she put it around her neck. I thought that set everything off just wonderfully and told her so. She was very pleased with herself and I could sense

the excitement that she was feeling that didn't quite match my own.

Any real man would have been pitching a fit and angry enough to kill if his wife was about to go out on a date with another man and be having sex. But certainly not me. I felt so close to my wife at that moment sharing our excitement in the way we were now doing. It was so wonderful and so important that we could now share this together. Simply fantastic!

Liz looked at the clock and said that we had a bit more time to spend together before she left for her date and suggested we have a drink.

I sure did need a strong drink by that point, so I prepared the drinks and we went into the living room and sat on the sofa close to each other.

We were both silent for a minute or so and I was getting jittery inside from the void that was created. Then Liz filled that void and asked, "I'm sure this is going to work out splendidly for us, don't cha think?"

I was sitting to her left and took her hand and began to play with her wedding band. It seemed as the reality of what was happening suddenly hit me again as I looked at that ring on her finger. A surge of excruciatingly lustful excitement ran hotly through my veins and the butterflies in my stomach were going wild. I was visibly shaking and could barely speak. I pulled myself together enough to say, "I love you more right now than ever before and I really do want this for you and I know how much you truly do need a real man fucking you properly and I do want you to do that and love doing it!" After taking a deep breath I added, "And I do want that for you just as much as you do! God, yes, and maybe even more than you do! I'm so fuckin' excited!" I lifted my drink and continued, "Let's toast to this moment, shall we?"

Liz was showing some nervous excitement, herself, as she agreed and lifted her drink. "This is to us in our new life together."

We sipped our drinks and smiled at each other more warmly than we had since before we got married.

She then stood up and moved right in front of me and lifted up her dress and in a sweet, but commanding voice said, "I have to leave now. Kiss my girl good bye, honey."

I dropped to my knees and held her by the cheeks of her near-perfect ass and pushed my mouth tightly into her womanhood and kissed deeply as she added, "Take a good taste of her because later tonight she will be tasting a lot different to you just the way I know you want her to taste, don't cha, baby?"

I took a good suck and ran my tongue up her very wet slit and tasted her feminine juices. As I pulling my mouth away from her pussy I answered her most enthusiastically, "Yes! Oh God yes I do! I can't wait to taste lots of fresh man-cum in you later tonight!" I was totally embarrassed and ashamed to hear the words that spilled from my lips.

Liz smiled at me knowingly and bent over and kissed me on the lips and said, "Mmmm, tastes pretty good to me as it is, but so much better for you later, honey."

Then she walked toward the door, turned and gave me an all knowing smile and added, "Oh, one more thing, you can play with your little pee-pee while I'm gone -- and I know that you will -- but no orgasm for you until I get back."

Then she left to meet her man.

That evening seemed to creep by second by agonizing second as I picked at the dinner I prepared for myself and tried to stay busy with other little, mindless things.

Two emotions were working on my psyche. The obvious elation that I felt knowing that my own wife was going to have another man's cock fucking her and cumming in her mixed with, and dampened by, the feeling of loneliness that had crept up on me shortly after she left.

I tried to masturbate to chase away the lonely feelings and concentrate on my inner lust, but that wasn't working for me at all. My little pee-pee remained totally soft and limp. Too many unwanted negative thoughts kept creeping into my brain no matter how much I tried to keep them out. It wasn't suppose to be like this. I was suppose to be intoxicated by all of my lustful desires about to come true.

Hours later, when I heard the purr of my wife's car pull into the driveway I was already in bed naked and more than anxiously waiting for her. It seemed as though my heart began to beat again. I was coming back from the dead. Even my little pee-pee was starting to tingle.

The back door opened and closed. Small footsteps moved through the kitchen and down the hall to our bedroom. There she stood in our bedroom doorway looking at me with a grin on her face. It was obvious to me that she was a bit tipsy. Her hair was slightly in disarray.

At first she said nothing as she slowly walked into the room and kicked off her high-heeled shoes and quickly pulled her dress up over her head and off and tossed it over a chair.

By the time her dress was over her head and I looked at her beautiful body all I could think of was how well fucked she must be and that load of fresh jizz that was safely stored up in my wife's belly that she was bringing home to me. I was breathing so hard that I was not able to say a word.

I flipped the sheets off of me to show her that I was naked and ever so ready for her to straddle over me and let the precious gift that she held in her belly spill out of her and into my eager, waiting mouth.

She moved across the room and slowly climbed up onto our bed and all she said was, "Are you really ready for this?"

I motioned to her to climb onto me as I slid my body down and pulled a pillow under my head and nearly spat out my answer, "Yes, God yes!"

She giggled and smiled as she moved closer and finally -- yes finally -- positioned herself over me and lowered her wet, juicy cunt down right onto my hungry, waiting mouth.

"Come on, baby, suck all of that cum outta me. I want ya to and I want ya to show me just how much ya really want it and how much ya love it. Do it!"

She was acting in a way that I have never seen before and she started talking faster and faster.

"Clean me out, baby! Suck it-suck, it-suck it! Drink-drink-drink!"

Now she was just as excited as I was and she kept pushing her womanhood down on my mouth as the leftover fuck juice was pouring out of her and into me.

She was talking so fast and so demanding. "You really do love it, don't cha, don't cha, you little cum-sucker. Yeah, that's it, that's it. Suck, suck, suck! Yeah, yeah! Suck it all out, honey, all of it. Every bit. Every last little sperm should swim in your mouth and down your throat. I want cha to love it. I do! I do! I do!"

"Oh. Oh, I'm going to cum. I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming right in your jizz-filled mouth. Ahhhhhhh!"

She was breathing heavily and so was I. She just sat there on my mouth and started to rock back and forth rubbing her cunt over my mouth.

"Oh, fuck! I'm cumming again, baby!" She was nearly shouting her orders at me now.

"Again! Suck harder! Drink my lover's jizz! Drink it, baby, drink it you little cum sucker! I love it! I love it! I love it!"

She was breathlessly spitting out her words, her orders, her demands to me and I was loving it more than I ever thought was possible.

"You're just the hubby that I need for me pleasures. Yes, my pleasures! I want ya to love that jizz! Do ya hear me? Hear me! Hear my words! Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh, baby, are we going to have a long talk later. Maybe. Maybe later or tomorrow."

"Keep sucking, baby, suck it! Show me how much you love that cum! Show me! I know ya do! I know ya love it. You're a cocksucker, too, aren't cha, baby? Yeah, that's it. I bet you been sucking cock, too, huh? Huh? Yeah! How else would ya have learned to love that cum so fuckin' much, Huh? Yeah, I bet cha are or goddammit ya will be! Yeah, that's what I want. A cocksuckin', jizz-lovin' husband. I want to watch ya suck off one of my lovers and drink down all of his cum. I really do know your secrets, ya know. I found those magazines ya have hidden in the garage. I found those quite a while ago. I just been waiting for the right time. Oh, baby, it turns me on so much! Yeah, you, honey, you being a cum-sucking little faggot for me. I love it! Oh, my queer baby!"

"Am I clean yet? Did you get all that cum outta me? Of course not. Quick! Suck some more and clean me out! You're my cunt-cleaner, baby! My cum suckin' cunt-cleaner!"

My brain was reeling with shock and overwhelming lust from hearing her words as I continued sucking on her cunt. I sucked eagerly to get ever bit of that jizz out of her as she worked her vaginal muscles to push out as much as she could. And I was loving the taste of that cum in my mouth and feeling it slide down my throat!

"Good boy, my little cunt-cleaner. Suck it good, baby."

She seemed to be relaxing and her voice was now softer and more loving as she went on.

"Ah, yeah, baby. You're such a good little cuckold for me. I hope ya loved it as much as I did. You're gonna be doin' this a lot from now on, honey. Come up here and kiss me."

Liz wrapped her arms around me and sucked on my mouth like she hasn't done in a long time. I felt wonderful and sucked her mouth in return.

"Mmmmm, I can taste the cum in your mouth and it's all over your lips and chin, honey. Mmmmm, cummy kisses! Love it! Let me return the favor and lap it off of your chin."And lap she did.

We kissed for a long time and then fell asleep in each other's arms.

That next morning we both acted embarrassed about what had happened the night before. We were both at a loss for words over our morning coffee.

My courage was building up enough to say something when Liz broke the silence.

"You know that I was a little drunk last night when I got home, but I do remember everythin' that I said. I wasn't "that" drunk."

She moved her chair closer to me and took my hand in hers.

"Well, I did mean everything that I said. I hope I didn't make you feel like a fool or some cheap tramp. Shit, I guess I'm the tramp around here, huh? Your wife is a slut, honey, and I have a very hungry cunt that needs more than any average man could ever give me. So never feel bad about your little pee-pee. I knew it was tiny from the beginning from the little bump it made in your pants. But I loved you and married you anyway. In addition to all that's so good about you, I did realize that you have... well, certain feminine ways that also attracted me to you. You didn't think I was a virgin when we met, did you? You didn't think all that I told you was true, did you?"

Without giving me a chance to answer she went on as I sat there amazed by what and how she was talking to me and opening up to me.

"No I was not. Not by a long shot. I started fucking when I was only---"

She cut herself off at that point and paused.

"Maybe I'll tell ya about that some other time. For now all that ya really need to know is that you are going to be the best, little hubby for me and I even have more plans for you, baby. I can read you like a cheap book -- no insult intended by that -- and I'm sure after last night and how ya took to your new role you're gonna love everythin' that I do to ya, my little cum-sucker."

Then she followed that with a big grin and a silly, little girl's giggle as if she was embarrassed by her own words.

She sipped on her coffee and started to tell me more when the phone rang.

"Oops, saved by the bell." She giggled and went to answer.

Covering the phone with her hand she whispered, "It's him. My boyfriend from last night." Then she motioned for me to leave the room and I did.

Six or seven minutes later, "Henry, you can come back now."

I walked back into the kitchen and sat down to my now cold coffee.

"First, I told my lover that I had a talk with you and all was okay with you knowing that I was seeing him and he's fuckin' me. So, I told him it was fine for him to call anytime. That okay with you?"

"Yes, that's fine and kind of exciting, too, that he's aware that I know and approve."

I was feeling excited that her lover had actually called our house with me there and I was waiting for my wife to get back to our talk.

"As I was trying to tell ya when the phone rang about your new role as my loving, little, cum-sucking cuckold I have plans for you. I do know a lot about the cuckold lifestyle and what I didn't know George -- yeah, that's my lover's name -- filled me in with more juicy details. George is so well read; he know a lot about so many things and cuckoldry included. I'm not the first wife he's been with who had a cuck for a husband, ya know."

I wanted to ask her something, but never had the chance to get a word in.

"Now listen up, my dear, consider this your trainin' period. You're gonna be the best little cuckold for me that I can turn ya into. And startin' today I'm going shopping and I'm gonna buy several pairs of nice, cotton panties for you to wear. No more of those men's Jockey shorts for you. With that little pee-pee of yours that's more like an oversized clit and your little, undersized balls, you don't deserve to wear any "men's" underpants anymore."

"But...but..."

"No buts about it! Don't interrupt me again. I told you that I looked at those magazines of yours and I do have a pretty good idea about you and your sissy desires, too. I saw all of those pictures of "girls" with cocks and the sissy-boys in panties and those couple of ladies' underwear catalogs you have. Wouldn't surprise me if you did have some panties hidden somewhere that I haven't found yet."

"No, I don't have---"

"I'm the one doing the talking here and you sit there and listen. Hear me?"

"Now any good cuckold must wear panties and you will, too. In addition to that I forbid you from having anymore orgasms unless I permit you to have one and you can only have an orgasm when I say so and when I'm with you."

"Oh, and by the way, I was planning on letting you cum for me last night, but we were too tired and fell asleep."

"You'll just have to learn to control yourself and I do want you to masturbate your little thingy and learn to hold back your orgasms. Going along with that, and what will be more difficult for you to master when you do masturbate is, and I insist, that you learn to keep your little, sissy pee-pee soft. That means no more erections for my little, sissy hubby. If you can't manage that soon enough for me then I'll be taking more drastic measures to insure that your pee-pee does stay completely soft and limp forever. Understand me, sissy cuckold?"

All I could do at that point was to agree with my wonderful Mistress and deep inside I wanted to. I wanted everything that she was talking about to happen to me.

With a knot in my stomach and a shaking voice I replied to her, "My dear, lovely wife, may I speak now?" She nodded her head. "I also have been readin' all about the cuckold lifestyle and I have to confess that I do agree with you and I fully accept most willingly to have you train me and fully emasculate me."

"I hereby totally surrender what little manhood that I have to you, my dear and wonderful Cuckoldress Wife."

"Yes, I truly do want to be completely emasculated and become your totally impotent cuckold and service you and any of the men that you would enjoy watchin' me suck off for your pleasure. You were so right last night. Yes, I am a cocksucker and have been since before we got married and I confess to you that I absolutely do love sucking cock and I crave mouthfuls of cum being fed to me. I became hooked on cum right from the first time I did it and have craved that cum ever since."

"You should also be pleased to know that I've been practicin' for some time now to keep my pee-pee soft when I masturbate. I can even cum with a totally limp pee-pee. Oddly enough my orgasms are so much better and last even longer when I can keep my pee-pee nice and limp."

"I don't think you noticed it last night, but as excited as I was when you came home to me with your belly filled with jizz for me to suck out of you and then when you started talkin' to me the way that you did, my pee-pee never got one bit hard. You had brought out the most submissive side of me the way you were acting. So, when I'm in my fully submissive frame of mind my pee-pee does stay completely soft even though I could have cum anytime with the slightest little pump from my fingers. I don't think I would have been able to get an erection last night even if you ordered me to."

"So, yes, I truly am all that you want me to be for you and nothin' in this world could make me any more happy!"

The whole time while I confessed to my wife she just sat there with a look of pleasant amazement on her lovely face.

As soon as I finished confessing she jumped up and scooted over to me and hugged me and kissed me like she hasn't done in a long time.

"Oh, my perfect, little, sissy, cocksucker of a cuckold, I can't believe what you just told me. I thought that you might be open to some of the things that I wanted, but I never even guessed to what extent you would go -- can go -- and have already gone in the proper direction for me. I really did love seeing you sucking up my lover's cum last night. I really did! That's why I was so wildly excited and ran off at the mouth the way that I did to you. Even as I was sayin' all of those things I was afraid that I was goin' too far too soon for you. Then seeing your reaction and the way you loved all that cum I figured that maybe -- just maybe -- all was goin' to turn out just fine. And it did! Oh my God, I love it!"

Our life together was fantastic from then on with me as the cuckold and Liz the sexually satisfied wife.

We appeared to be a normal, happily married couple to the outside world and our life together was normal enough out of the bedroom for the most part. In many ways I was still the "man of the house" who had the love and respect of his wife.

Liz had all of the real men that she wanted and I got all of the crème de la crème that I had been craving for so long.

It didn't take that many months before I was completely emasculated and totally impotent, yet I still had all of the feelings and sensations in my little, soft pee-pee and still had the ability to have orgasms when allowed to.

My wife had used the Power of Her Womanhood on me and it had worked its magic perfectly. I was ever so grateful to have become her totally emasculated cuckold and more than delighted with the results.I had become exactly what I wanted to be and what Mother Nature had intended for me when She planted those seeds in me before I was born.

Liz would sometimes bring home a more open minded and willing man with her so I could participate in my own cuckold way or just be there to watch. And watching was fantastic for me and for Liz, as well.

It was wonderful to see her being properly fucked and watching her respond to a real man's cock fucking her and pumping cum into her. Although it was embarrassing for me to have her lover watch me sucking his cum out of her, yet I still enjoyed it as much. In some ways the humiliation added to my pleasure and I know it added to my wife's pleasure even more. As she said, it was necessary for my total emasculation.

What was far more embarrassing was when Liz brought home a man and insisted that I suck him off in front of her. Although doing that and having Liz being so verbally demanding with me was fantastic because she got so incredibly excited watching me being a cocksucker. She'd have a super orgasm with barely having to touch herself.

Sometimes she and I would do the sucking together as a team and share the cum together. Mmmmm, those wonderful cummy kisses that we both loved so much!

About a year later my wife came home early and said that she had been to see her doctor. I asked her if there was anything wrong. She looked at me and replied, "Well, honey, that depends on how you look at things."

I asked her what she meant. She then announced that she was pregnant and looked at me waiting for my reaction. I had considered that happening and wasn't sure how I would feel about it. Suddenly, the reality of another man's seed growing in my own wife's womb was wonderfully exciting to me. It was proof-positive to me that her body did in fact belong to another man. She was carrying his baby in her belly.

I looked at her belly and then at her smiling face and all I could say was, "That's wonderful, honey, wonderful! And it is as it should be for us."

I loved seeing my wife's belly grow bigger and bigger over the next nine months always very aware that the baby inside of her was her lover's baby and not mine and loving the thought of that!

When the baby arrived she was a beautiful, little girl with black hair and very dark eyes just like her mother. I loved that little girl from the first moment I looked at her. I couldn't wait to get her home and buy cute, little dresses for her and watch her grow up.

My wife continued to date more men -- different men. She'd come home very late or not come home at all on some weekends. Baby Mary was all mine to care for and to love.

As the years pasts little Mary looked more and more like her mother every day. That pleased me to no end. To the outside world there never would be any question that Mary was not from my seed.Mary was in some ways a replacement for my wife who was absent more all the time.

In the years that followed Liz became more distant from me and even from our daughter.

My wife had become more involved with herself and her own pleasures of life.

Then she met a handsome, wealthy man who could give her everything that she ever dreamed of and more.

She became no more than a visitor to our house. I had run out of excuses to make up for Mary.

My daughter and I became even closer and tried not to talk about her mother very much anymore.

Then several years later the day came when my wife never came home again. She called me from somewhere on an island just to say good bye and told me to take good care of Mary.I was heartbroken and felt a surge of cold loneliness run through me. How was I suppose to explain that to my daughter?

That evening when Mary came home from school I started to give her the bad news when she interrupted me and said, "I know, dad, I had a feeling this was gonna happen and happen soon."

I felt greatly relieved that my daughter seemed to accept the news without all of the hysterics that I expected.

Then she added, "Mother never did care that much about me, anyway. You were the one who was always there for me and loved me. I always knew that mom was out screwing around and I did hear her on the phone with her boyfriends calling you her cuckold. I had to look that up on the Internet and learned a lot about cuckoldry. So, I've know what was going on ever since, dad."

I was shocked that my eighteen-year-old daughter knew about such things at her age.

Life went on. Mary was about to graduate high school and we had adjusted to my wife's absents.

Mary was feeling particularly scared one night after hearing about the recent house-breaks in our area. So she asked if she could sleep with me. That did seem odd to me for an eighteen-year-old girl to ask her father, but what could I say except, yes.I sent her off to bed and stayed up for a while hoping she'd be sleeping when I went to bed.

When I slipped into bed she turned to me and throw her arms around me and hugged me very tightly. I guessed that the realization of her mother being gone for good was setting in on her. I cuddled her lovingly and I must admit that I was enjoying the warmth of her young body more than a father ever should. Even my little pee-pee had a tingle that made me feel ashamed of myself. I just held my baby and hoped we'd both fall fast asleep.

Several minutes later my daughter suddenly sat up and said that she desperately needed to have a talk with me. Hundreds of thoughts raced through my mind about how I was going to explain to my daughter about her mother or what other bad news she may have for me.

Mary shocked me nearly to death when she let the sheet drop from her and I saw that she was naked. I was totally unable to stop myself from looking at her beautiful, young, naked body and seeing her tiny breasts that were exactly like her mother's at that age. I was having flashbacks to those earlier times with Lizabeth and I have to confess that I was titillated by the feelings.

It was no easy task to pull myself back to the present and come to my senses. I needed to put an end to this.

"Mary, what are you doing?" I nearly shouted at her trying to hid my lust. "You can't be here naked with your father like that. Cover up! Go put something on!"

Mary just looked me in the eyes and replied, "Why not? I know that you're not my real father. I overheard mother talking about me to one of her men."

Mary didn't wait for me to answer and moved very close to me and whispered, "Daddy, now that mom is out of our lives I want to be your lover. I know all about everything and even about your little penis that mom didn't want. I want it, dad, I want it and I want you! I've been wanting you this way for a long time. I even saw mom doing it with one of the men and I have been feeling sexual ever since thinking about it and wanting to do it with you, daddy... with you! You're the one that loves me and I love you so much, daddy. So, it's okay for you to fuck me. Fuck me, daddy, fuck me!"

My heart nearly stopped beating from the shock of her words and from the growing excitement that was welling up in me. And I was suffering even more guilt from the feelings I was having for my own daughter. I loved her more than life its self and that love now seemed to becoming sexual desire. "That can't be! It simply can't be happening!" I thought to myself.

Mary was now the image of her mother at that age. Beautiful, jet-black hair, wonderful dark eyes and with those same tiny breasts that were exposed to me. I felt like I was in some sort of time-warp going back to those earlier days of my youth with a young Liz. I wanted to slip down between her lovely, young thighs and give her the licking and sucking that I used to give her mother back then.I kept trying to control myself and tried to scream "no" over and over in my head.

Mary then pounced on me and started kissing me and she said, "Kiss me like the woman that I now am. Fuck me like those men fucked mom!"

Her hot, young lips were on mine and she was kissing me with such passion that I hadn't experienced in years. I wanted her and wanted all of her and forever as my lover. Pure father/daughter love had suddenly become i****tuous desire.

I could not let this happen. No! I reluctantly pulled away from my daughter and tried to think. My mind was so clouded with emotions that I was not able to say a thing for several seconds. Mary sat there looking at me with an unspoken question that hung heavily in the air.

I finally pulled myself together and said, "Honey, my dearest baby, we cannot do this as much as I love and adore you I'm still your father."

A long, awkward silence followed my words and then Mary quietly spoke, "Okay, dad, I think I understand and understand more than you'd even guess. Mother has you so well trained as her cuckold that you no longer can function as a man -- not even for me. Is that the problem? You're impotent, aren't you? Mother must have emotionally castrated you, didn't she?"

She had suddenly change. Her manner was that of a woman and no longer a teenage girl.

She sat up more boldly with her shoulders back and her hands on her hips and continued in a louder more demanding voice.

"So, if that's the case, then you can be MY cuckold now. I insist! I want you to find a real man who has a real cock to fuck me with, daddy. I don't know any men and I don't want any of those silly school-boys. I want a real man and I want that to happen as soon as you can arrange it. You will be my cuckold now, daddy, and I will love you much more than mother ever did!"

Even more boldly she went on, "You surrendered your manhood to your wife years ago and I do expect you to surrender what's left of you to me!"

As shocked and bewilder as I was from the way my own daughter talked to me with such a dominant attitude that nearly surpassed her mother's, I felt those same wonderful feelings inside of me; butterflies beating rapidly in my stomach and again that same and overwhelming sense of total relief that I felt and loved so much when Liz first explained to me how our life was going to be from then on.

All I could say in response to my daughter's words was a feeble and totally submissive "yes."

My brain was running at more than light-speed as I thought about how it was going to be now with my daughter being my new Mistress and loving Cuckoldress. Another man's daughter that grew in my own wife's womb as a lifelong reminder of my wife's fully approved infidelity.

Pure, overpowering lust took over. I couldn't wait to see another man's cock -- a real cock -- plunging into my daughter's virgin cunt and loading her up with a generous amount of fresh jizz for me to suck out of my daughter's belly.

Those thoughts stirred up so much courage in me that I sat up and looked Mary right in the eyes and proudly exclaimed, "Yes, I did surrender my manhood to my wife and very willingly so, as well. And yes, I am a fully emasculated and totally impotent cuckold -- and damn proud of it! Now I will even more willing and thankfully surrender the little that's left of what manhood I have to you, my dearest and loving daughter!"

I took my new Cuckoldress Daughter into my arms and kissed her beautiful, young mouth with a passion that told her I totally accepted my new positions as Her cuckold and loved her beyond all else.

Since that memorable night my daughter has completely taken my wife's place in my heart and in my bed.

Over the next few weeks sleeping with my daughter I learned that she was masturbating nearly ever night when she thought I was sleeping. I was amazed by how powerful her orgasms were for an eighteen-year-old girl. She surely was her mother's daughter and just as sexual as her mother always was.

Her future life was already determined and I loved the thought of that for her!

I had been eagerly looking forward to this night so very much. My anticipation had reached such a high peak that I was nearly dizzy with excitement.

I had prepared my beautiful, daughter as best as I could for her initiation. She understood what was going to happen to her and she, too, was excited and eager for what was to come. She was ready for her first encounter with a real man -- her first Real Cock being pushed into her virgin cunt!

The thought of that was absolutely intoxicating to me the same way it was with my wife and even more so!

It was no easy task finding just the right man for her. After much searching, numerous E-mails, photos and interviews I succeeded. Most of the men that replied to my ad were not right for what I wanted. Not at all right for my daughter.

This fellow had showed me ample proof of his manhood and all else about him was next to perfect. He was a distinguished looking older gentleman with a winning smile and personality. Better still, from the photos he sent, he had just the kind of cock that I want for my baby. It wasn't only long, but extremely thick with a wonderful mushroom head and lots of foreskin. He claimed that he could cum at least two, maybe three, times in a row and pumped out a massive amount of jizz. Perfect!

In our last conversation I told him just what I wanted him to do to my daughter and then he must leave promptly when he's finished with my baby.

I didn't explain why he had to leave right away. That would have been too embarrassing.

Mary also had her instruction. She knew that she must submit completely to this man without any complaints whatsoever. And when he's finished fucking her she must close her legs tightly so all of the cum stays safely stored in her belly.

I had her all ready for him. She was laying naked on my bed with her legs spread widely apart and two pillows under her butt to lift her hips up for easy access to her sweet, virgin pussy.

Her tiny breasts were pointing up proudly and her young nipples were very erect.

She was nervous yet very excited, so I told her that I'd be right there next to her the whole time. I kissed her beautiful, full lips and she slid her pink tongue right into my mouth.

The ringing of my doorbell announces the arrival of the man. I give my sweet Mary a tender pat and another little kiss and told her to calm down -- all will be just fine.

When I opened the door the man was wearing a shy grin and seems to be a bit embarrassed yet there was excitement in his eyes. "Is everything still on and is she ready?" He asked.

I was a bit embarrassed, too, but I smiled back at him and replied, "She's all ready for you. Let's go into the bedroom and let it happen!" His eyes widen and his grin became even broader as we headed to the bedroom where my beautiful daughter lay waiting for him.

He looked at her and I knew he took notice of her very tiny breasts and her erect nipples, as well as, her wide open thighs waiting to welcome his manhood into her soft, young pussy that was waiting there for him.

I asked him in a low voice, "Is she everything that I said she was?" He nodded in agreement and gave me an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

I motioned for him to take his clothes off and he did so rather quickly.

I couldn't help noticing that splendid cock of his was already getting hard. I wanted to reach out and touch it, feel the weight of it. I wanted to suck it right there in front of my daughter.

I thought to myself, "Geez, wait until she feels that thing pushing its way into her. Oh yes!"

Mary's eyes were locked onto that wonderful cock as the man moved toward her. The expression on her face was a mix of apprehension and sheer delight.

I sat on the edge of the bed close to my darling baby and held her gently to help keep her calm and less frightened as he moves into position on the bed between her soft, white thighs.

He was going slowly and gently with her as the large head of his cock penetrates her virginal slit parting her pussy lips and began to open her up properly for the first time. I whispered to her and told her that she needed to relax and let herself be opened up by this man and let his beautiful cock slowly push its way up into her belly as deep as she can take it. She whispered back nervously, but very excited, "Yes, I want it in me. I want it all!"

As his cock began to go into her she gasped with nervous pleasure as she began to feel the thickness of him stretching her open. Her fears began to fade away as the excitement overtook her and she started to lift her hips up to him wanting all of his cock inside of her. I wanted all of it inside her, too! It must all go into her. All of it!

My own little penis was totally soft yet almost twitching with excitement for the first time in years and nearly ready to cum from the excitement of seeing my sweet baby having that wonderful, thick cock opening her pussy and making a real woman out of her.

As she relaxed more, he pushed his manhood into her deeper and deeper giving her long, slow strokes and her hips follow the natural rhythm of his pumping.

It didn't take very long before his long, fat cock had reached full penetration and stretched her open enough to go faster and faster. His rhythm increased and her hips follow his thrusts.

With her neck arched back she said to the man with words that seemed to come from down deep in her belly, "Oh god! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me like a whore!"

Her words had stimulated the man so much that he began ramming his man-cock into her hungry fuck-hole saying, "Yes, I'm makin' a whore out of you, little girl. And you sure can take it like a whore, too!"

Hearing my daughter telling him to fuck her like a whore sent me into a delirious state of super excitement.

Their bodies were moving together in perfect unison. I could feel the heat and hear the panting of their breathe as this man was fucking my daughter for me. Yes, he was fucking her like a whore "for me" as it should be and as it was with my wife and how I wanted it to be for my daughter.

I LOVED it and she did, too. I heard him groan softly as he pumped his load of jizz into her waiting belly and I knew that she was being totally filled with his seed. "That's it! Jizz me up like a fuckin' whore, mister! I want to be a whore just like my mother!" My daughter shouted.

Hearing my own, sweet, young daughter talking that way sent all three of us into a fantastic climax together.

Her body was shaking with her own wonderful orgasm. My heart was pounding and I came in my pants from the excitement of it all just as that man was filling my baby's cunt with his jizz.

Breathlessly, after a few long moments, I whispered to her, "Do you want a little taste now?" She nodded her head in agreement.

I motioned to the man to bring his cock up to her sweet lips and she opened her mouth eagerly as he slipped his softening cock-head between her lips and squeezed the remaining drops of cum onto her waiting tongue and smeared the slippery fluid over her beautiful lips. I could tell that she was her rolling her tongue around so she could get a good taste of jizz for the very first time. She lifted her head off the pillow and took as much of his big cock into her mouth as she could and began to suckle and nurse on his cock-head like a baby to get more of that precious "milk."

He was getting hard again as my baby suckled him. He moved over to a better position and I moved out of his way as he straddled over her tender body and gently fucked her eager mouth. I could tell that she was very excited because her hips were still rocking up and down and she was enjoying the feeling and the taste of his cock and cum in her mouth just as I told her she would.

Her sweet mouth worked him up to another orgasm in only a minute or two and he pumped another load into her sucking mouth. I could see that she was surprised and almost gagged as he emptied his balls into her and fed her his cum. Her throat moved as she swallowed some of his load.

As he pulled his cock out of her mouth I could see that she had saved some of his cum in her mouth and was swishing it around and enjoying the jizz.

As the man began to move away my baby lifted her head and kissed his cock-head. Oh, how beautiful to see. I know that she really loved it.

I motion to him to leave quickly as was planned.

He took a feel of her tiny breast and tweaked her nipple and said, "Sweet, baby titties. Mmmmm." And left us alone together.

When he was gone and I was alone with my cum-filled baby I leaned over and kiss her on the mouth. Our lips moved and slid over each other's from the slippery cum that was left on her lips. I loved the feeling and the taste of that cum on my baby's lips so much and slipped my tongue deeply into her mouth. She responded back with her tongue in mine and I sucked on her tongue to get even more of the precious nectar from my baby's mouth.

"Mmmmm, cummy kisses with my sweet daughter. You like that, too, honey?" I asked.

Grinning up at me she replied, "Oh yes, daddy, I love it! Kiss me again!"

We continue kissing and tasting the jizz and enjoying it so much together.

Then I said, "Daddy now has to do his cuckold duty for his baby and clean you out real good."

Mary then grinned at me as I moved down and had her open her legs for me and I began to lap the cum off of her thighs and then I pulled open the outer lips of her pussy and licked and sucked eagerly on her cum-filled cunt. She was really loaded and I love it!

"Oh, daddy, clean me out good like you used to do for mother. Suck out that jizz, daddy! Suck it!"

My daughter saying that to me was wonderful to hear and so much like her mother. She surely was her mother's daughter in every way. And I was truly her cuckold.

She worked the muscles of her vagina to help push more of the cum out so that it flowed into my eager, hungry mouth. The cum was thick, creamy and totally delicious to me. I sucked on her hole to get as much out of her as I could. Then I released my grip on her hips and had her straddle over my mouth so the remainder of the jizz could drain out of her belly and into me where that cum truly belong – in me! She started to rock back and forth on my mouth as I sucked and slurped the precious leftover fuck juices from her now womanly cunt as her orgasm built to another climax.

"Daddy, I'm going to cum again. Oh, suck me, suck me, suck me, daddy!"

And then she came again and her own fluids added to my nourishment.

Now, nearly exhausted, she laid down next to me and we cuddled and enjoyed more cummy kisses for a few more minutes.

I kissed my darling daughter again and said to her, "Now you truly are my cum-baby. And you no longer have a girl's pussy down there, you now have a real and properly-fucked woman's cunt!"

She smiled up at me and replied, "Yes, Daddy, I sure do have a real cunt now and I do feel very much like a well-fucked woman. I feel like a real whore and I loved it all. I'm your little whore-daughter now, daddy, your whore, your whore and you're my cuckold daddy."

"Will that man come back and fuck me again?"

I was more than pleased to hear her words and very excited hearing her call herself a whore. Having her ask about that man coming back to fuck her again excited me. So, I said to her, "Oh yes, my little cum-baby, I'm sure he will be back many more times to give you the proper kind of fucking that I never could."

She smiled and wiggled closer to me and hugged me. "You sure are my cuckold daddy, now. I love you so much!"

We were both fully satisfied and content to lay in each other's arms like this and dream about the next time that man comes back to fuck her and fill her cunt with cum again and again!