TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE
Copyright c JUNE 19, 1999 By C.D.E. ALL Rights Reserved
This may not be reproduced in any form for profit.
This may be freely distributed for personal use with
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All Characters And Events Depicted In This 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 IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC,
AND/OR DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL OF THE
DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE 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 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 Author: C.D.E.
CAST:
Cecil Morton- Fiance/Husband
Cheryl Jones-Fiancee/Wife
CHAPTER 1: A 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 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 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 knew she had hit on a nerve and
decided to use it to her advantage.
"Son, you know I wouldn't do anything to 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 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 really likes you too, but she thinks you're
not 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 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 or about to be married, the
applicant, if male, was also required to bring his 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 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 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 before he was
financially stable. Cecil of course didn't want to
mention the real reason why his 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 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 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 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 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 said to Cecil.
The 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 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 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 being bred by the
local towns 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 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 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 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 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 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 to pop her
cherry." The mayor said grinning. Cecil hated the 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
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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 cock now. You're
sucking a real man's dick." His new bride whispered
sensuously as she held one of his hands. The best held
the other.
Cecil was having difficulty dealing with all that was
going on, especially the 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 and
the church that you will suck her 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 streamed in his surprised
mouth and coated his tongue. By the time it dawned on him
that the concoction was blended sperm and 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 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 in the audience have had an opportunity to
salute her as real 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 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 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 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 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 prepare for the
onslaught of 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 with the remote. The 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 penis on the
first plunge. Obviously, she'd been opened up fairly well
in the last twenty-four hours.
The minister and his 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 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 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
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 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 with a so
good my son. Here, taste the residue of our coupling and
delight in the joy that she's getting her 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 juice
and cock 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 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 who wanted head from her before fucking her, or
instead of fucking her. She 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 without thinking as he was more afraid of
a shock to his genitals from the 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 juice fluids - rose steadily after each black
cock was pulled out of his new bride with a swishy
sound. Cecil was truly amazed at the abundant outpourings
of cock cream from each of the that fucked his
beautiful new bride.
However, due to the fervent coupling action between
cock and cunt, the fuck slime became occasionally and
frothy. Hence the need for Cecil's husbandly intervention
to make his wife's fuck slot more enjoyable for the
remaining 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 mounted his new bride and popped his load in
her. Going from fear of his being ganged rape to
wanting it to hurry and be over, Cecil was anxious for the
last few to hurry and fuck his new so they could
end this phase of his total and abject degradation.
As he helped Cheryl up off her back after the last
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 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 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 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 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 after they deprived you of
my cherry and filled me with their hot virile 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 creamed in me one after the other so
they could seal all their 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 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 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 the one you love? Well when I 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
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 about this, even if you're
not 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 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
coloring she added to them. I was just thinking, since
it's summer, when the 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 presented her
husband with one of the 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 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 at their wedding.
Cecil, 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 and fuck slop on a stick.
As is the custom for eating a Popsicle, he first
licked it, then slowly 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 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 that his 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 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
"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 got
pregnant. He sadly told her how even his 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 didn't seem upset at
anything her son had told her. She seemed almost relieved.
He questioned his 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 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 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,
countless of black dick cream from Cheryl's well
fucked cunt, and having had every 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 and stare.
EPILOGUE:
Seven years later Cecil is the legal 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 said he would be, he
accepted and became attached to the five kids and them all
calling him "Daddy".
His 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
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 let him know that getting knocked up by the
real 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 of any of their kids. He knew it was almost a
sure bet that his 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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