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Kate vs Little Limp Dick
by Bigbob (bigbob@entouch.net)
***
The bitch had it coming! (MMF, oral, anal, spank, gb)
***
Who wouldn't have married her? She was drop dead
gorgeous, a carbon copy of Kate Upton, when she did
her hair and make-up the same as Kate's. The physical
similarities were so close, my nickname for her was
'Kate' whenever she was in an especially frisky mood.
And great in bed, too. The sex was incredible, both
before and just after our marriage. But six months
after our vows, I wasn't so sure anymore. And now, two
years later, I knew we had made a mistake but kept
hoping, perhaps in vain, that we could turn it around.
I married her for her looks and her skills in bed. She
married me for the size of my dick and my money, or at
least my ability to generate money as a financial
advisor. She was high maintenance, and expected my
money to buy her the new luxury car, the bigger house,
the expensive clothes and jewelry and the exotic
vacations. I saw the need to invest for retirement,
pay off the mortgage and have adequate health and life
insurance. The two sets of life goals were, for the
most part, not compatible.
Now, two years into our marriage, because I wouldn't
and couldn't give her everything she craved, she
resorts to humiliating me in front of her friends and
mine. Her nicknames for me, loudly spoken by her
whenever our friends were present, were 'Little Dick',
'Limp Dick' and 'Little Prick'. A limp, little dick is
definitely not a valid description of the member which
hangs between my legs.
Susan, my wife's old college sorority sister, invited
us to her birthday party. It was just the kind of
party my wife enjoyed, at an exclusive, private beach
resort, about an hour drive from the house, where we
all could be catered to and pampered to our heart's
content, the cost be damned. I thought attending the
party would cheer up my wife and give me some measure
of peace in our relationship, at least for a while.
Susan had booked a block of bungalows adjoining one of
the private pools at the resort and we readily agreed
to take one of them.
We had attended some of Susan's parties in the past.
It was all but guaranteed that just about everyone
would get drunk and two or three of the guests would
get laid before the night was out, and not by the
person who brought them to the party in the first
place, while everyone else would watch and cheer on
the proceedings.
The party was scheduled to start at 6pm. My wife spent
most of the afternoon doing her hair and make-up and
came out to the kitchen as we were about to leave,
wearing a string bikini, looking exactly like Kate.
"You're wearing that?" I asked.
"Of course I am, it's a pool party. Don’t be such a
limp dick," she replied.
I shook my head. Arguing was pointless. "At least put
on a robe while we're driving over in the car."
"Oh, alright. You're such an uptight pussy anymore."
She fetched a short night robe from her closet,
slipped it on and headed for the garage.
"Come on, hurry up, we're already late," she said.
We were indeed a little late. Everyone else, a dozen
couples, were already in the pool house when we
arrived. She tossed me her night robe and went in to
greet everyone, while I dropped off our stuff in our
bungalow. Returning to the pool house, I watched as my
wife hugged and kissed everyone, introducing herself
as 'Kate'. Each of the men took the opportunity to cop
a feel of her ass when she hugged them. She eventually
noticed me.
"Everyone, for those of you who haven't met him, this
is my husband, Little Limp Dick," she said with a
smile. A chorus of laughter filled the room. Each of
the men shook my hand, introducing themselves and
greeting me as Little Dick or Limp Dick or Little Limp
Dick, all with big smiles on their faces. I did my
best to return the smiles.
"Get me a beer, will you, Little Dick?" she said, loud
enough for everyone to hear. "Let's get this party
started." While I grabbed the beers, she took an arm
of two of the men and led them out to the lounge
chairs on the pool deck. Over the next hour, the men
rotated in random groups of threes and fours around my
wife, each taking a moment to slip a hand inside her
thigh or nuzzle her neck and whisper something into
her ear while sliding a finger under the fabric of her
bikini top. Twice she called out for 'Limp Dick' to
bring her another beer and both times, one of the men
yelled "Me too, Limp Dick." All of the men laughed
loudly, but fewer and fewer of the women did with each
call for more beer.
The resort staff brought out a buffet dinner around
7:30. My wife seated herself with three of the men,
including Susan's husband, Larry. All of the men and a
couple of the women congregated at tables around Kate.
I sat down to eat with Susan and two other women, the
rest of the women congregated at tables around us,
close enough that they could easily hear and
participate in our conversation. Susan introduced me
to our table mates, Rose and Terry, also former
sorority sisters.
"I'm sorry, Susan," I said. "She's in her 'naughty
Kate' mood tonight. It may get out of control before
the nights over. I'm sorry. I was hoping she wouldn't
spoil your birthday."
Susan looked over at Kate. "Oh shit," she whispered.
Larry had his hand inside Kate's bikini bottom and was
obviously fingering her slit, and not making any
attempt to hide it.
"I'm sorry," I repeated.
"It's okay Michael, it's not your fault," Susan
replied.
"Limp Dick, another beer!" she shouted. "Me too, Limp
Dick," said one of the men. That was followed by more
laughter, as I retrieved the beers from the cooler
behind my chair, delivered them and returned to my
seat to resume my dinner.
"She should be getting drunk by now," Rose said.
"No, no she's not," I relied. "It's all an act. Watch
closely. She only takes a sip or two and then gives
the beer to one of the guys to finish. She drinks just
enough to get a 'feel good' buzz, but not enough to
lose control. She knows exactly what she’s doing at
all times."
"Do you really have a limp, little dick?" Terry asked
sheepishly.
"No, far from it," I replied, laughing loudly and
shaking my head. "My dick is definitely not little and
I definitely do not have a problem getting it up and
keeping it up."
"Then why does she call you that?"
"It's her way of getting even with me. Getting even
for not buying her a new car every year, for not
buying a bigger house than we need, for not buying her
more diamonds, for not taking her to Hawaii every
Christmas."
"I'm sorry," Terry whispered, putting her hand on my
arm.
"Forget it Terry," Kate shouted. "He's not enough of a
man to fill that big pussy of yours." A chorus of loud
laughter came from the tables around Kate. No one
laughed around Susan's table.
"I'm going for a swim," Kate announced as she stood up
and walked toward the pool. "Who's coming with me?"
She jumped into the pool, fidgeted with her bikini top
and tossed it back out onto the pool deck. The men may
have brought swim trunks with them, but they didn’t
bother leaving to change into them. Three of them
stripped down to their briefs on the spot and jumped
into the pool. Others sat on the side of the pool,
still dressed, with obvious bulges in front of their
pants.
Larry was one of the men sitting on the edge of the
pool. Kate swam over to him, stuck her head between
his legs and chewed the top of his dick through the
fabric of his shorts. It only took him a moment to
pull the head out and only took another moment for her
to wrap her mouth around it and suck for a few
seconds, before pulling away, leaving him begging
loudly for her to come back. He turned red and shut up
when he saw Susan glaring at him.
Five minutes later, Kate was sitting on the pool steps
on the lap of one of the men who had jumped into the
pool with her. She was obviously riding his cock as
she was being gently bounced up and down. The other
two men were each chewing on a breast nipple. After
the guy Kate was sitting on let out a loud grunt and
leaned back against the pool steps to rest, she stood
up and announced, "I'm going inside where I can get
comfortable. You guys coming?"
Half a dozen men followed her into our bungalow. She
stepped out of her bikini bottom on the way in and
left it lying by the steps outside.
"Limp Dick, more beer!" came a shout by one of the men
from inside the bungalow. I continued to bring the
beer when it was called for over the next two hours,
as catcalls, cheers, moans, squeals and shouts of
"Next!" emanated from inside our room. Men rotated in
and out periodically and women peeked into the room on
occasion to watch the proceedings. Kate was usually
lying on her back, being fucked by one man, getting
deep throated by another and stroking a third and
sometimes a fourth, with a hand. Her hair, face,
breasts, and stomach were covered in cum droppings.
Two of the women peeked into the room, giggled and
then walked over to a grassy area on the far side of
the pool. They stripped off their shorts and laid down
in a 69 and started sucking with abandon. The rest of
the women sat on the lounge chairs by the pool. They
were not a happy group. As the husbands finished with
Kate and left the bungalow, some of them after their
second and third ejaculation, each received nasty
stares from their wives. All of the men retired to the
far side of the pool, as far away from their wives as
possible. One of the men, naked and obviously drunk,
staggered over to the two women who had finished their
69 suck, probably hoping he could join in their fun.
One of the women held up his dick and the other
punched his balls, hard. They put their shorts back
on, left him lying on the grass in agony and walked
back over to join the other women.
The shouts of "Next!" and "More beer, Limp Dick!" from
the bungalow were getting louder, but this time only
from Kate. She was obviously getting drunk, having
taken too many sips from too many cans of beer. I was
seated at a table by the pool, next to Susan and
Terry.
"I'm sorry Susan," I said. "I'm sorry I ruined your
birthday. I shouldn't have brought her here. I'm
sorry." She had a pitiful, sad look on her face, like
she was about to burst out in tears. I put my arms
around her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I whispered into
her ear. I glanced at the other women and asked, "Have
you had enough of this? I know I have." Several
nodded. I took Susan’s hand as we headed for my
bungalow, with several of the other women right behind
us.
Stepping into the room, I found Kate being rammed
hard, taking one cock doggy style in her pussy, while
being rammed in the throat by a second.
"Get out!" I said to the two men. They started to
protest that they weren't done yet, but when the women
stepped into the room, they made a hasty retreat out
the door, their erections swaying before them.
"Wooos nex," Kate murmured, her legs tucked under her
chest, her head resting on the bed, her eyes closed
and her ass sticking up in the air.
"Little Limp Dick is next," I whispered into her ear.
"Liddle Lim Dick? He can't getta up," she muttered
with a smirk.
I peeled off my shorts and briefs and got on the bed
behind her.
"Lift her up," I said to the women around me. "I want
to drain some of the cum from her cunt to lubricate my
dick and her ass." I positioned my dick head under her
pussy as big globs of slimy cum leaked out. I smeared
it onto her asshole and the head of my dick.
"That feel gooooddd," Kate muttered, her eyes still
closed.
"Give me a moment, Kate baby, and it's gonna feel even
better," I whispered into her ear. I had one of the
women fold a pillow in half and place it under Kate's
hips as she was lowered back onto her stomach. I asked
another to pick up a pair of briefs lying on the floor
and place it in Kate's mouth, as she wasn't going to
like what I was about to do to her.
One of the other women snatched the briefs away and
looked at them.
"Goddammit," she said, "These are my husband's and
they're soaked with cum." She stared at them for a
moment and then roughly jammed them into Kate's mouth.
I was now fully erect and working my fingers into
Kate's ass.
"Holy shit!" Terry exclaimed, "You're gonna fuck her
ass with that? That thing is huge, it'll kill her!"
"No, not so huge. It's not as big as some of the toys
she rams up her ass," I replied. "She can take it. She
just doesn't like it. She hates anal because she knows
how strong my orgasm is when I fuck her ass. She
doesn't want to give me that pleasure. But don't worry
about her, she can take it. Hold her arms and legs
down," I said to the women around me.
"Ready for Little Limp Dick, Kate baby?" I said
sarcastically. "Here he comes, baby, here he comes."
Her eyes flew open when she felt the tip of my dick
enter her asshole. She tried to scream against the
briefs in her mouth when I pushed half way in with the
first thrust and then tried to jerk her arms and legs
loose and scream again when I pushed the rest of the
way in on the next thrust. I held there for a moment.
"You've been a bad girl tonight, Kate, a very bad
girl," I said in a low voice. I started making long,
hard, fast thrusts into her ass, occasionally saying
'Bad Kate' when a thrust bottomed out. A couple of
minutes later my balls and prostate let loose a huge
load of cum into her ass. I quickly pulled out and
stared down at her.
"That wasn't much fun," I muttered. I slapped her ass,
hard, shouting "Bad girl," then slapped her ass again
and said "Bad Kate." The women understood what they
should do next.
I walked out onto the front steps of the bungalow, my
full erection still standing at attention. I allowed
everyone who cared to look over to see that I was
definitely not a Little Limp Dick, before I put my
pants back on and sat down by the pool. The slapping
and cries of "Bad girl" and "Bad Kate" continued as
all of the women were now in the room, each taking a
turn. Some of the men drifted over and peeked through
the door, then made a hasty retreat, telling the
others what was happening. One guy even threw up after
he looked in.
Screams of "You bitch!" and "You fucking bitch!" and
"You ruined everything!" were now coming from the
bungalow and the slapping sound was especially loud
and sharp. It was Susan's voice. I rushed to the room
and grabbed her arm before she could bring her belt
down onto Kate's ass once more. I pulled her back and
held her tight in my arms, as she dropped the belt and
burst into tears.
"It's okay, Susan, it's okay," I whispered into her
ear. "It's okay, it wasn't your fault. It was my
fault. It was my fault, Susan, and I'm sorry. I'm
sorry. I'm sorry." Tears were welling up in my eyes as
she turned around, looked up at me, nodded and hugged
me again, still crying. Terry and Rose gathered up
Susan and took her out of the room. The other women
filed out, rubbing and patting my arms and back as the
left, whispering "I'm sorry," as they passed by. Most
had tears in their eyes as well.
Kate was crying too, the briefs still jammed into her
mouth. I pulled them out and left her to cry, closing
the door of the bungalow behind me. The women were
shouting by the pool now.
"In the car, now, Larry! We're leaving!"
"Now John, right now!"
"I don't care if we paid a thousand bucks for the
room, we're leaving. Now!"
"You too, Harold. In the car. Now!"
Five minutes later, the pool area was quiet, except
for the sound of Kate’s sobs. Everyone had left. I sat
down in a chair by the pool, rubbing my cheeks, eyes
and forehead with the palms of my hands. One of the
resort managers approached.
"Is everything alright?" she asked. "One of our other
guests heard someone crying." She looked over at my
bungalow, obviously listening to Kate's sobbing.
"Yes, I'm sorry. That's my wife, she's had a bit of a
rough evening. I'm sorry. She'll quiet down in a few
minutes. I'm afraid we made a mess of the room. Please
add the extra clean-up costs to my bill. I'm sorry.
We'll be leaving in a few minutes. I'm sorry we
disturbed your other guests."
"You say that a lot," she replied. I gave her a
quizzical look.
"I'm sorry. You say I'm sorry a lot."
I nodded and gave her a slight chuckle. "You're right.
I've been saying that all night, actually. This hasn't
been one of our better parties. My wife and I will be
leaving soon. We won't disturb your other guests any
further. And I truly am sorry."
She smiled slightly, nodded and turned and left.
Kate's sobbing was getting quieter. Inside the room, I
found her lying face down, her face buried in one of
the cum covered pillows. The belt welts on her ass
were deep red, but not bleeding. I took our suitcases
out to the car and picked up the two halves of her
bikini and stuffed them into a trash can. I retrieved
her night robe from the closet, pulled her up to a
seated position and put the robe on her.
"You fucking bastard," she muttered.
"Shut the fuck up,” I replied in a quiet but stern
tone, looking her straight in the eyes, both of my
hands firmly squeezing her upper arms. "You've ruined
everything tonight, and not just Susan's party. Just
shut the fuck up. We're leaving. Now get up and get
your ass to the car." I had never spoken to her like
that before. It apparently shocked her enough that she
didn't resist when I pulled her out the car, sat her
down on the passenger seat and put on her seatbelt.
She stared out her window on the way home, fighting
back her sobs, but said nothing. About half way home,
she suddenly let out a scream, yelled "You fucking
bastard!" and hit me on the temple with the back of
her hand. I almost lost control of the car, but
managed to pull into a parking lot and stop. I grabbed
her wrists when she attempted to hit me again with one
hand and then the other. She was still screaming at
me. I got a grip on both of her wrists with one hand
and grabbed a fist full of hair on the side of her
head with the other. The tightness of my grip and the
glare in my eyes caused her to stop fighting and
simply stare at me.
"You stupid bitch," I replied in a firm, measured tone
of voice. "I'm the fucking bastard? You stupid slut.
You've ruined everything tonight. Not just Susan's
party, but a dozen friendships and probably half a
dozen marriages as well, including ours. And I'm the
fucking bastard? You fucking, stupid cunt!"
I looked around and saw we were parked at a biker bar.
Three guys were sitting on their bikes, watching us. I
got out of the car, went around and opened her door,
pulled her out and practically dragged her into the
bar. The three guys who were watching us followed us
in. I pulled her over to the middle of the barroom
floor. Everyone in the room was watching us.
"Hi guys," I said loudly so everyone could hear. "This
is Kate. Is it alright if I leave her here with you
for a while?"
"What are we supposed to do with her?" one of the men
asked.
"Anything you want," I replied. "She's been a bit used
tonight, but if you probe deep enough, you'll find the
unused parts."
Several of the men, and some of the women, surrounded
Kate and began touching her and pulling at her robe.
There was genuine fear in her eyes.
"Michael, what are you doing?" she pleaded. "Don't
leave me here."
"Sorry, don't know a Michael," I replied. "Met a guy
tonight named Little Limp Dick, but don't know a
Michael."
I walked over to the bartender. "Any way she can stay
here tonight?" I asked.
"Yeah, no problem," he replied. "There's a fuck room
in the back. She'll most likely spend the rest of the
night in there."
I handed him $200. "Will that cover it?" I asked.
"Yeah, no problem. That'll cover it."
Kate was saying "No" as I left, the group of men and
women around her were lifting and pulling at her robe
as she tried to keep it on. The first "No" was loud
and sharp. The second one was sheepish, with a cracked
voice. The third "No" was almost a whisper and was
accompanied by sobs. A loud chorus of catcalls and
cheers erupted as I reached the door. I looked back to
see the robe flying through the smoke filled air, just
before I stepped outside.
The following afternoon I went back to retrieve Kate.
The bartender nodded to me, pointed to a hallway at
the back of the room and said "Last door on the left."
One of the women, who I recognized from the night
before, approached me as I made my way toward the
hallway.
"The woman you brought here last night, that's your
wife?" she asked. I nodded. "Just about every guy here
last night fucked her in one hole or another. The last
ones to do so were dirty, they have STDs."
"I suspected that might happen," I replied.
"You wanted her to get infected?" she asked.
"No, I didn't want her to get infected, but I thought
she might." The look on the woman's face indicated she
couldn't believe I would let such a thing happen. I
continued, "I'm sorry, you don't know the whole story
and I'm not going to go into it now. But, she doesn't
deserve your sympathy. She destroyed about half a
dozen marriages yesterday, including ours. I have no
intention of ever fucking her again, but she will be a
respectful, obedient wife from now on. She will clean
my house and cook my meals and do as I ask. And if
anyone tries to come on to her when we are out at a
bar or a party, I'll simply tell the guy what she's
being treated for and he'll most likely just go away.
The only thing she'll ever fuck from now on is her
dildo. She can't do any damage to other people's lives
that way."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know," she replied.
"I'm sorry is a phrase I've heard a lot in the past 24
hours and I've said a lot as well. It's almost become
the family motto. Its okay, I'm not offended or
anything. Don't worry about it.
Is her robe back in the room also?"
"Oh, no, I'm sorry, it got torn last night, but she
can use one of mine," she replied.
I chuckled and whispered the words "I'm sorry",
shaking my head.
She smiled and chuckled as well. I pulled out my
wallet.
"Will fifty bucks cover it, or shall I bring it back?"
I asked.
"Fifty will do," she replied. "Let me help you get her
to your car. She's a little tired."
"Can't imagine why," I said with a half grin.
Of the thirteen wives at the party, six were divorced
within the year, including Rose, Terry and Susan. All
three remained good friends, at least with me and one
or two of them visit the house every other week or so.
On those occasions when they stay the night, Kate
sleeps in the guest room, with her dildo.
END
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