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Pretending He's You
by Batguana (tpdougherty1937@yahoo.com)

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A wife's letter to an injured soldier in a military 
hospital in Iraq describes her journey from a lonely 
(but faithful) wife to being the fuckmeat for over one-
hundred men. (M+/F, wife, orgy, ws, scat, military)

***

Hi Darling,

I'm so sorry to hear that you were injured and laid up 
in a military hospital. But I'm so happy you are still 
alive. We see some of the footage from Fallujah on TV 
every night. It must be terrible over there seeing your 
buddies get killed. But we are all very proud of you 
for bringing 'democracy' to Iraq in exchange for their 
oil.

It gets so lonely in this enormous house without you, 
my darling. I was starting to become morbidly 
depressed. If it hadn't been for your brother, I think 
I would have gone mad. He first started coming over 
about once a week just to look in on me and to make 
sure I was all right. It felt so good just having him 
come around once a week that I encouraged him to visit 
more often -- which he did. His weekly visits became 
daily visits. And sometimes I would have him stay over 
-- especially on weekends when he didn't have to go to 
work the next day.

God, darling, he so reminds me of you. It's amazing how 
two brothers five years apart could look so much alike. 
But you always joked how some people would get you two 
mixed up. So it occurred to me one night when Dan was 
staying over for the weekend, that if the lights 
weren't too bright, how easy it would be for me to 
pretend he was you. I began to fantasize about having 
sex with him and pretending I was having sex with you. 
I tried desperately to push the idea out of my head, 
but it kept coming back -- each time more urgently than 
before. Finally, I realized with horror (but tinged 
with incredible excitement), that I was going to give 
in. 

Your brother is not to blame for this. Though I'm sure 
he had similar thoughts, it was I who took the lead and 
asked him to come to bed with me.

There was much guilt. I have never been unfaithful 
before. And here you are lying injured in a hospital in 
a war zone from fighting for our freedoms and our 
liberties. But I realized that one of our freedoms and 
liberties was to have sex. So that took a little edge 
off the guilt. Dan and I were going to exercise one of 
the freedoms and liberties you are over in Iraq 
fighting for (besides freeing and liberating the oil).

I know, sweetheart, how much you love me and your 
brother. I know you want nothing more than for us both 
to be happy. I think you will see from the videos just 
how ecstatically happy we become while locked together 
in coitus. And we want to share our incredible ecstasy 
with you, darling. That's why we sent these thirty 
videos to you. You can tell from my ear-rending screams 
the ecstasy I am experiencing when I cum. And you can 
see the absolute delight on my face when your brother 
squirts gob after gob of slimy, gooey, frothy jizm into 
my mouth, or when he pounds me with that sturdy cock 
(so much like yours, my darling) again and again and 
dumps his heavy load (this invariably sends me on 
another over-the-top orgasm). And you can tell from 
Dan's roaring when he cums just how happy I make him.

What finally did it though, was when I realized I could 
pretend I was with you. I could pretend that every gob 
of jizz I swallowed was squirted out your cock and that 
the dick pistoning in and out of my velvety soft sweet 
pussy was yours and not your brother's. And, darling, 
when your brother goes down on me, he does it just like 
you do. We begin by kissing with mouths wide open and 
tongues dancing with each other. Next he nuzzles me on 
the neck just behind the ear, just like you do. Then he 
plays with my breasts -- fondling one with his hand and 
sucking in the nipple of the other and biting it just 
slightly and caressing it with his tongue (just like 
you do). Then he licks his way down to my belly button 
and tickles it a few times before moving down in the 
pubic regions. However, rather that stick his tongue 
into my hot little pussy right away, he blows on my 
clitoral hood causing the 'little man in the boat' to 
peek out. Then he licks down the outside to one side of 
my cunt and licks me on the perineum before he licks 
his way down the inner thigh of one leg. Then, just 
like you do, he licks his way back up, on and across 
the perineum to the other leg where he licks down the 
inner thigh and then up to the valley of great 
delights, and it is then he dips his long tongue deep 
into my pussy at last. The whole procedure is identical 
to the way you do it in every respect except one. Dan 
prefers the left breast and the right inner thigh 
first; whereas, you like it the other way around.

Remember when we first started having sex and we 
decided to discuss candidly what was desirable, 
allowable, taboo, etc.? I expressed an interest in scat 
and pee-drinking, but you weren't able to overcome your 
disgust at those activities that I absolutely love. 
Well, I'm having a little fun with Dan via a deception. 
I told him that you and I regularly engage in drinking 
each other's pee and eating each other's poop, that he 
will have to do it, too, if he is going to pretend he 
is you. I know, I know -- it isn't exactly honest. 

But what's the harm? On one of the videos you will see 
me shitting directly into Dan's mouth and him 
swallowing every nasty piece of it. I do the same for 
him in a later tape. Maybe if you watch these tapes, 
sweetheart, you might realize just how much brown fun 
you're missing out on by your prissy attitude.

That first weekend Dan pretended he was you we fucked 
and sucked for hours on end. We made eight videos, but 
we only sent you the first three. We decided that much 
of the behavior we were recording was repetitive. I 
mean, once you've seen a couple have simultaneous mind-
boggling orgasms in the sixty-nine position, you've 
seen them all, haven't you?

After about the third day of continuous, incredible, 
indescribable sex with your surrogate, I saw that we 
were going to have a problem. Dan was wearing out. 
Midway into that morning, he couldn't get it up no 
matter what we did. I sucked on his dick for twenty 
minutes, and it just wouldn't get hard. Obviously, Dan 
needed a rest. But not me. I had developed a compulsive 
need to be fucked senseless by someone I could pretend 
was you. 

If there were an interruption of any great length (and 
it looked like Dan would need about five days to fully 
recover), I would no longer be able to sustain the 
illusion that my sexual partner was you. Oh, my 
darling, I have developed an insatiable need to have 
you or someone I can pretend is you fuck me senseless 
several times a day.

I decided that maybe we should invite some of your 
friends over to help out while Dan recuperates. So I 
called Bill, Jerry, John, Miles and Randy to come over 
to the house and pretend they were you. It didn't take 
much persuading. They all arrived within fifteen 
minutes of my invitation.

We decided that each man could pretend he was you one 
day a week. This left Dan with two days -- which seems 
fair since he's your younger brother. Thus, Jerry was 
you on Monday, John on Tuesday, Miles on Wednesdays, 
and so on. I had very little difficulty pretending each 
of your friends was you. I was able to rationalize 
minute differences such as the length and breadth of 
theirs dicks, or the volume, taste and ferocity of 
their ejaculations, etc., so that each man in turn was 
a believable version of you -- except Bill.

I had no idea cocks got so big. Bill's dick is 
enormous! He told me (with some pride) that it is 
eleven inches hard. It is also very thick -- especially 
at the base. The head looks like a German war helmet 
from WWI and is as big as my fist. The ridges are very 
pronounced. It is truly menacing -- almost scary 
looking the shaft is criss-crossed with many veins in a 
rough-hewn texture -- like an enormous garden of tiny 
French ticklers planted just underneath the skin. His 
balls are the size of tennis balls hanging in a 
delightfully wrinkled scrotum. I believe the whole 
genital construct of this man is larger than my 
forearm. How in the world is this monster dick going to 
fit in my tiny pussy, I ask? And how am I going to 
pretend this behemoth plowing violently in and out of 
my little fuck hole is you?

The answer to the last question came first. Bill, who 
doubtless faced this problem before and had long ago 
worked out a solution, was extremely gentle. He 
reminded me of you when you took my cherry back in 
junior high school. You, too, were very gentle. You 
took your time. You let my tiny vagina adjust to your 
girth and, then and only then, did you try to insert 
more penis. When you penetrated and destroyed my hymen, 
I hardly felt it -- you were so gentle. I remember it 
took a full half-hour before your penis was fully 
inserted. How wonderful it felt to be filled up -- to 
have that 'full' feeling. How great it felt to have my 
vagina lips stretched out to their fullest as you 
plummeted in and out that first time we did it.

Bill is that way, too. You can watch it all on Cassette 
#6. He, too, took a full half-hour to insert his huge 
manhood into my little, girl-sized vagina. I pull my 
legs as far apart as I could and then I pulled my pussy 
lips apart into an 'O' shape so that it would be easier 
for that monstrous dick to begin its penetration and to 
dispense the juices that my little pussy was generating 
from the thought of that delicious gigantic piece of 
manmeat throbbing and bobbing inside me to help 
lubricate things. 

I could see some pre-cum bubbling at the huge eye in 
the center of his helmet-shaped glans that should help 
as well. At first you can see only the tip of his huge 
glans disappear covered by my tiny twat lips. Then a 
little more penetration. Now the lips of my pussy are 
covering about half the glans. Bill pulls back until 
his dick is just at the gate of paradise, and then 
thrusts forward gently. Each time he does this a little 
more of that mean-looking helmet pushes its way into my 
little cunt. Then he stops for a moment to allow my 
vagina to adjust to what will come next. 

For with the next thrust, the head of his dick will 
intrude its enormous self inside my hot pussy. There is 
an audible popping sound as the ridges at the outer 
edge of the helmet pass the tiny vaginal opening. Now 
firmly inside, the ridges will prevent the penis from 
pulling out easily. I have an absolutely heavenly 
orgasm. And between each contraction of my cunt in the 
throes of coitus, Bill thrusts a little deeper into my 
body. Finally, he is in all the way, leaving two inches 
of cock outside that can't get in. I have another 
orgasm when Bill's beautiful, long, thick dick nestles 
up against my cervix.

After giving my overstretched pussy a moment to adjust 
to his swollen, throbbing, gargantuan manmeat filling 
me to the max, Bill begins with long slow strokes -- 
pulling out right to the point where the penis would 
leave were it not for the helmet ridges holding it in, 
and then thrusting inward until it has no place left to 
go. My body rises with each thrust of that magnificent 
penis. I feel intensely each vein, each tiny ridge on 
that nearly foot long shaft as it passes my sensitive 
cunt hole. Oh, sweetheart, I wish I could tell you how 
heavenly Bill makes me feel. But I pretend it is you 
thrusting your eleven-inch penis in and out and giving 
me such wonderful feelings.

We fucked lovingly, passionately, tenderly, 
ecstatically, joyously, and madly for over two hours. 
All the while I pretended Bill was you, sweetheart. I 
asked Bill, before he started to point his beautiful 
prick at my crack, if he wanted me to give him a blow 
job first so that our fucking would be more prolonged 
(though how I could get anything but the head of that 
enormous sausage into my mouth I couldn't imagine -- 
I'd have to content myself with teasing his peehole 
with the tip of my tongue and caressing his helmet-
shaped glans with the flat of my tongue while I 
manipulated his shaft with my hands until he squirted 
seven or eight gobs of his hot, gooey jizz filling my 
mouth to the brim). 

He said he thought that was a good idea, but he'd just 
gotten the most heavenly blow job ever from a little 
girl down the hall. 'A little girl down the hall' -- 
who could that be, I thought? But my curiosity was 
sidetracked by a huge body-wrenching climax.

Though his thrusts were gentle at first, toward the end 
they were violent jackhammer stabs that drove me insane 
with ecstasy each time. He would pull back slowly and 
then thrust demonically deep into my body. Bill is 
nearing his climax. His breathing becomes more intense 
and frequent. He roars like a lion as he ejects load 
after gooey load of hot cock custard into my vagina 
which is contracting madly in the most intense, 
heavenly, ecstatic orgasm of my life. 

Because there is no room in my tiny cunt for his huge 
cock and its massive load of jizm at the same time, 
each final thrust causes a gray-white ring of jizz to 
squirt out the sides. I love to watch the video of all 
this -- the huge mean-looking cock nearly as long as my 
thigh pulled almost all the way out, watching it enter 
inch by wonderful inch deep into my velvet vise of a 
pussy, seeing it fully immersed up to the groin and 
watching me bulge at the abdomen with each thrust, me 
having orgasm after orgasm (My God, I didn't realize I 
was such a screamer!), my body contorting wildly in 
unfathomable ecstasy and Bill's orgasm. 

I climax once more thinking of all the indescribable 
pleasure my sweet pussy is giving him at that moment. I 
am pretending he is you, sweetheart. I want you to 
watch this video so you can see all the wonderful 
feelings I am having as Bill fucks my brains out for 
over two hours and all the wonderful feelings I give 
Bill in return. Bill is pretending to be you pounding 
the fuck out of me. If you watch this film you can 
pretend to be Bill pounding the fuck out of me. You can 
probably whack off to it. 

[Oh, I'm sorry, my darling, I forgot you had your arms 
shot off. Can you use your feet?]

This routine worked very well for about two weeks. I 
had so many opportunities to pretend I was you when I 
was with my intimates, your friends. But about Tuesday 
or so of the third week we began to feel really guilty 
about what we were doing. Here you were hospitalized in 
an Iraqi hospital, while we -- your wife, your brother 
and five of your friends -- were having outrageous sex 
pretending you are the man in each instance. We felt so 
ashamed. We were being truly selfish.

But your brother got this idea. You were very popular 
in high school and college and made many friends. And 
after your success in the business world, and all the 
way from the bottom of the ladder to the top, you made 
many new acquaintances and met many influential people. 
We shouldn't be the only one's pretending to be you 
when you have so many friends and acquaintances who 
would like to keep the home fires burning also. 

That's what made us all feel so guilty. We weren't 
sharing like we should. But we weren't sure who all 
your friends were or how to find them. So Dan placed an 
ad that read: 'Friends of Gordon Smith: we are meeting 
to help comfort the wife of Sgt. Smith while her 
husband is convalescing in an Iraqi hospital. No RSVP 
necessary; just show up. BYOC.' It concluded with time, 
date, place and directions. Next weekend more than 100 
men showed up to comfort me and pretend they were you. 
My gosh, sweetie, I didn't realize you knew so many 
delicious, virulent males. And I really had no idea how 
many of your friends were black!

Since these hundred-plus men showed up to pretend they 
were you, I thought I would do what I do sometimes when 
you come home from work. I walk out naked with a 
platter of martinis. But you don't need booze to have 
fun. As soon as all the men saw me naked, they began to 
take their clothes off, too -- just like you do, 
sweetie!

Your brother and friends provided security and 
procedure. There obviously had to be some way of 
determining who would be the first of your over one-
hundred friends to pretend that he was you, who would 
be next and so on. We had to be concerned with the 
safety of the participants. A hundred or so horny men 
and only one woman would be a recipe for disaster were 
there not some protocol that ruled the order of things 
and a means of enforcing that protocol. That's what 
Dan, et al., did as all these beautiful men had your 
way with me for three days and nights straight. 

I said 'only one woman' above. That is not accurate. 
Your little sister was also there to lend a helping 
hand, mouth and pussy. I know she just turned ten, and 
I realize how hard you tried to shelter her from horny 
men. And I know, too, that she is just starting to 
become a woman. Her cute little tits are no more than 
nubbins and her cunt is as bare as a bowling ball. But 
I caught her right in the thick of things.

I began to suspect that she was the 'little girl down 
the hall' that Bill said gave him the 'heavenly 
blowjob'. I thought I'd go by her room and see what she 
was up to. Her door was partially open, and I peeked 
inside. There she was with one black cock pummeling her 
tiny bald cunt and another one fucking her mouth. She 
was so cute with her small legs spread as wide as she 
could to accommodate the massive penis pistoning in and 
out of her tiny twat. Her eyes were closed, and she was 
definitely having fun. I decided to find a more 
propitious time to give her that talk about 'the birds 
and the bees'.

But she wasn't the only one.

Mindy was going to the bathroom down the end of the 
east hallway out of bounds of the parts of the house 
that were dedicated to all those men pretending to be 
you. At age four, she is really becoming interested in 
things and how they work. One of your friends, looking 
for a place to pee, accidentally walked into this 
bathroom that Mindy had just used but had not yet 
exited. He went over to the toilet, hauled his massive 
black cock out of his pants and began to pee before he 
noticed Mandy watching him from the sidelines. 

'Can I watch you pee, Mister?' her little musical voice 
intoned.

'Looks like that's what yo already is doin'.' He 
grinned.

As he began to pee a forceful yellow stream into the 
toilet, Mindy suddenly grabbed his penis and put it in 
her mouth and began to drink this man's pee. The man (a 
boy actually -- he was only seventeen) claimed Gordon 
helped him get his Eagle Scout badge. Though I don't 
know how anyone could 'be prepared' for this -- or for 
what happened next -- no matter how many merit badges 
he had.

As Eddy emptied his bladder into our four-year old's 
gullet, and was ready to pull it out of her mouth, she 
grabbed a hold of the shaft and prevented him from 
leaving. The black penis already stretching Mindy's 
mouth to the limit began to get hard. And though her 
tiny mouth was open as far as it could go, she was 
determined to keep the hardening dick in her mouth -- 
though she never managed to get more than just the head 
in. 

Eddy didn't seem to 'be prepared' once again as he just 
stood there and let little four-year-old Mindy have her 
way with him. She began to tease the meatus (piss-hole) 
with the point of her tongue, and she began to savor 
the massive puddle of pre-cum that was emanating from 
the hole. She caressed the glans like she was licking 
an ice cream cone. And she worked the shaft with her 
tiny hands, and just before Eddie climaxed, she softly 
stroked his scrotum.

Eddie didn't know whether he should tell this little 
girl about the massive explosion about to take place 
when he came, or not. She might want to stop if he did. 
He decided to tell her afterwards. There is no way he 
wanted anything to happen now that he was so close. 
Besides she couldn't get his dick out of her sweet 
little mouth anyway -- the helmet-shaped glans was 
gorged with blood and so swollen. She will have to wait 
until Eddie cums and his dick gets flaccid before he 
can pull it out of her ever sweet, darling, caressing 
mouth. And cum Eddie does. 

The camera over the toilet counted eight massive bulges 
at the base of Eddie's cock that move toward the tip 
with each squirt. Mindy can't hold all the testicle 
pudding being squirted into her mouth, and she is 
forced to swallow about half of it before Eddie quits 
squirting. When Eddie gets soft and pulls his spent 
dick out of Mindy's mouth, you can see all the cum our 
little girl sucked and see her swallow the gelatinous 
gob of goo with a licking of her lips. She smiled at 
Eddie and asked if they could do it again. This time, 
Eddie was 'prepared'. 

He told her 'yes' and gave instructions to get to his 
room. It was the studio in the attic. She showed up 
about an hour later, grinning from ear to ear. The 
attic studio is -- as you know -- wired for video and 
there are cameras pointing every direction. Video #8 is 
dedicated to the love affair between seventeen-year-old 
Eddie and four-year-old Mindy. Every little motion is 
faithfully recorded with the latest digital technology.

When I saw the intense cocksucking our little girl was 
giving this adolescent boy, I decided she might as well 
join the adults in the rest of the house. Semen is 
mostly protein and is actually healthy for you. I know 
you would probably object to these hundred-or-so grown 
men squirting gob after nasty gob of slimy jizm into 
her sweet mouth. But we wouldn't want our little four-
year-old baby to grow up scrawny now, would we? So 
what's the big deal? Our little girl gets the 
nourishment she needs to grow up healthy, and all these 
men get an outrageously intense blowjob. Everybody goes 
away with a grin on his face or a mouthful of healthy 
cum.

While Mindy and I were walking back to the main part of 
the house, Angela came out of her room along with her 
two African lovers. She seemed perturbed when she saw 
me.

'Please don't be mad, Aunt Jennifer, I wanted to 
pretend that these beautiful men were my brother, 
Gordon, too.'

Then this little ten-year-old sweetie turns to face 
you, my darling, and makes one of the most provocative, 
eloquent, concupiscent speeches I have ever heard:

'Oh, Gordon, I miss you so. Every night when I go to 
bed I think about all the times you went into the 
bathroom to jack-off when Aunty Jennifer was having her 
period. You didn't know I was watching you from the 
video console that is hooked up to cameras in every 
room in this mansion. I watched you stroke your dick 
while you stared at open-pussied models in Hustler and 
Penthouse. How I thrilled at every stroke, and when I 
was about eight, I started playing with myself and 
having orgasms while I watched you jack off in the 
bathroom. 

For maximum pleasure and ecstasy I would time my 
orgasms to your squirting penis. I would pretend I had 
my mouth around your dick or that it was convulsing 
deep in my little cunny when you shot your seven or 
eight squirts of hot, gooey, slimy, frothy jizz high in 
the air. How I wished I could come down to the bathroom 
and lick the gobs of cum off your leg. I was just about 
ready to ask you if I could watch you do it in person 
when you shipped out for Iraq.'

'So, Gordon, my sweet, sexy brother please come home. I 
want to sit on your face while you tease my pussy and 
clitoris with your talented tongue. I dream of you 
reaming me. I want you to squirt strand after strand of 
testical pudding into my soft, velvety mouth. I want 
you to fuck me silly hour after hour until time itself 
passes away. I love you, Gordon.'

We made over fifty cassettes of this party of one-
hundred-plus men who pretend they are you, darling, but 
we only sent you about twenty of the best ones. 

One you might not want to miss is the one where I blow 
a huge African with a fourteen-inch monster of a penis. 
This mean-looking phallus is even more gnarly than 
Bill's and a third again as large. When this man comes, 
you can see that the strands of cum are very thick and 
voluminous. I am surprised at the forcefulness of the 
squirts and the amount of jizz that's squirted with 
each ejaculation. But what's truly amazing is how many 
squirts there are -- twelve! Finally, the taste of this 
man's gooey, frothy jizm is exquisite. 

I could swallow this man's spunk by the gallon. I tried 
to pretend that it was you who was shooting the massive 
volume of delicious semen into my mouth, but it was to 
no avail. Just on the verge of feeling guilty, I 
realized that it was perhaps to the good to have 
someone like Moose shoot his heavy load into my mouth. 
It provided needed contrast with those whose cocks are 
only half the size, and made it easier for me to define 
what 'pretending he's you' really means.

So, my darling, enjoy the videos and pretend that you 
are each of the many men fucking your wife, sister, and 
baby daughter. I regret that you no longer have any 
hands to masturbate your dick with. But perhaps an 
obliging nurse....

Epilogue: 'Stars and Stripes regrets to announce the 
passing of amputee Sgt. Gordon Smith at an army 
hospital in Fallujah, Iraq. He is the first serviceman 
on record to have died of 'blueballs'.'

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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