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This is a work of fiction for the entertainment of adults in locations
where it is legal. If you ain't suppose to read it, Don't.   Except
for archiving at free locations, may not be used without the
permission of the copyright holder.  

I am posting it for a friend.  I will forward e-mails if sent to my
address.

Copyright 1998 by EzRiter.

WANDA

Wanda was only five two but she had DDD tits, a 23" waist and an ass
to die for.  Her flaming red hair came down to her shoulders. She had
huge green eyes, freckles everywhere and a grin which was the thing I
liked best about her.  She was not smart, but she was sweet and very
crazy about me.  She could cook better than my mother and fish better
than my father.  She could suck the chrome off a bumper hitch and fuck
two platoons of Army Rangers into surrendering to a Girl Scout troop.   

She was perfect.

As we were dating, I carefully explained to her exactly what I
expected from my wife. She had willingly and happily agreed.  She even
turned down an internship at the White House to marry me.  But, our
marriage was predicated on that agreement.

"Slut! Get your fat ass in here!"

"Bobby, I..." my brother. Bill, started to say.  I gave him a dirty
look, telling him to keep quiet.  In a minute, Wanda strolled in from
the bedroom, winked and went into the kitchen.  She returned with
three open beers, which she distributed.

As she stood by my chair, I slipped my hand up her leg, letting it
slide higher until my finger hit hot, naked pussy.  Good. No panties.
That was one of my rules. She moaned as I slipped a finger into her
and flicked her clit with my thumb. She started to quiver all over as
I pulled my hand away.

"No, baby. Make me cum!"

"Not until I get to the bottom of something.  My brother told me a
disturbing tale about our wedding day that really pisses me off."

"Oh?"  

She had that slutty look on her face that I loved.  

"He says you fucked all my groomsman but him."

She turned pale and collapsed at my feet, a beseeching expression
clouding her face.

"Honey, don't be mad! It's true... but I'm sorry.  Please! Don't be
mad!  Let me tell you what  happened.  Oh, baby, please let me
explain!"

"Go ahead, slut."

"I had talked to Davy Peterson and told him to bring the guys over
about noon, you know, while you and Billy were at the cock fights. It
seemed that would give us plenty of time.   Willie showed up first,
which is just as well I guess. You know, he has the smallest cock of
any of your friends. You would think with him being black and all....   

... Anyways... I said, 'Willie, get your pecker out. I am horny as
hell.'  Willie dropped his jeans and I shoved him on his back, pinned
his arms down and slid him in me.  Willie's pecker is always real hard
even if it is only eight inches long.  I was just smiling and enjoying
it, feeling my juices ooze down around us, soaking our pubic hair.
Willie has a ton of pubic hair, and its just like Brillo. 

Oh, I can see you boys are enjoying my story.  If you take your pecker
out, Bobby, I will suck it."

"Back to your story, slut!"

"Anyways... my momma yelled out, 'Wanda, Warren is here.'  'Send him
back, momma.' I told Willie I was going to fuck Warren now.  'Shit,
Wanda, I ain't cum yet.'  'Willie,' I said, 'I am having Warren in the
one hole. You can have the two hole or the three hole.' Well, it just
wasn't Warren.  It was him and goofy Willard."

"Wait, goddamnnit! Willard was there!"

"Bobby, listen, honey, please.  Just keep stroking that big pecker of
yours through your pants.  Let your little wife finish.  Anyways... I
said 'Willard, you may not put that ugly, crooked dick of yours in me,
but, you want to beat off you can cum on my tits.'  "How about on your
face, Wanda?" he asked.  Bobby, he was so pathetic looking, I felt
sorry for him. 'Okay. You can cum on my face but if you try to stick
that thing in my mouth, I will bite it off.'  Bobby, telling this
story is making me hot. Can I play with myself? You and Billy are."

"Alright but keep talking, slut!."

"Anyways... Willie flipped on his back, jammed me down so his cock was
buried deep in my two hole and laid me back on top of him. He had
those big black hands of his on my tits, just squeezing and massaging.
I was starting to warm up some. Warren jumped on top, grabbed his flag
pole and moved in to plant it in my pussy.  'Warren, I hate it when
you are on top! Don't slobber on me!'  "Me either, you moronic honky,"
Willie chimed in.   Uhhhh. Bobby, I...oh, I'm cummmingggg!"

"Talk, slut!"

"Whew! That felt good!  Anyways... Warren just jammed in hard as he
could. Thank the lord I had been fucking Willie and was a little
loose. I just lay there with my eyes closed enjoying Willie in back
and Warren in front.  It was real fun.  Then, I felt something hot and
wet on my lips. I thought that damn Warren was drooling again so I
opened my eyes.  It was Willard, trying to aim that crooked dick so
the cum oozing out would land in my mouth.  What the hell. I just
yanked Willard down and sucked him dry.  Honey, telling this story is
making me thirsty. Can I get us some beers?"

"Yeah."

She was back in a flash. I opened the beer she gave me and took a
slug.

"Dammit, Wanda. Did you frig yourself on my beer bottle again?"

"Well, it is Pearl beer and tastes like pussy juice anyway. I didn't
think you would notice."  

"It weren't the taste. The damn bottle almost slud out of my hand."

"Be ungrateful. Do you want to hear the rest of the story?" 

"Go on."

"Go on who?"

"Go on, slut!"

"That's better.  Anyways... I felt Warren starting to go off.  You
know how he is, sounds like a donkey and fucks like one, too. He came
flooding me with his hot, sweet juice. That sent Willie off and my ass
hole was loaded up at the same time.  Willie squirmed out from under
me because Warren was slobbering again.  Want me to suck your cock,
honey?"

"I want you to get on with the fucking story."

"Anyways... Wong and Wuan came in about then.  "Hot shit! Sis is in a
fuckin' mood," Wuan said.  I..."

"Stop for a minute, Wanda.  Now, tell me again how you, Willard,
Willie, Warren, Wong and Wuan are related."

"They are my brothers, Bobby. You know that!"

"Wanda, you are obviously red Irish as Warren is.  Wong is Oriental.
Wuan is a Hispanic. And, Willie is black.  Hell, I don't know what
Willard is.  I think he is part German Shepard and part Berkshire hog.
His dick looks Berkshire, anyways.  Your daddy is a tiny little
Italian looking guy, six inches shorter than his shortest child.
How...."

"Don't you go bringing that up, Bobby.  My mama is no slut.  And, she
is real touchy about it... particularly after all them media folk
talking to her about the years she worked for Clinton before he went
to Washington and all."

"Doesn't your Daddy ever wonder?"

"Daddy is just happy to have us fine, healthy children and to have
such a good wife who worked in the government up in Little Rock and
all.  You know she knows a lot of important people.  Why, when Bill
and Hil...."

"Wanda, I have fucked your mother.  So has Billy and my daddy."

"That don't mean she is a slut!"

"She has fucked more men than you have and you are a slut!"

"Of course, she has fucked more men, you brainless hillbilly!  She
started earlier.   Anyways, I like being a slut.  I love being your
slut, Bobby."

"I love you, too, Wanda, I just don't..."

"You want another beer?"

"Yeah and bring me a wet towel to wipe the bottle down so I can hold
on to it. ...  Thanks for the beer. Now, get on with your story."

"Anyways... Wong and Wuan whipped out their cocks and grabbed a hold
of me, one of each leg, pulling me apart like I was the breast bone of
a chicken or something. 'Make a wish!' Wuan said. 'I wish you would
stop talking and start fuckin.'  Well, they did. And Willie and Warren
got back in the action.  I sort of lost track of things. I don't even
remember when David, Donald and Dewey came in. The first I knew they
were there is when I was sucking Donald's cock and he farted.  Bobby,
he is your damn cousin. You need to get him to a doctor. It ain't
right for a man to fart that much!"

"He is your cousin, too.  You take the dumb sonofabitch to the
doctor."

"Anyways... I sort of lost track of time.  I was floating there for
all the fucking and sucking.   The next thing I remember is Warren
complaining I was so slick from all the cum all over me, he kept
sliding off and could not keep his pecker in me.  I was pretty
covered.  So, they sort of carried me out to the horse trough and
flung me in it."

"I thought you had a bath on our wedding night.  It made me feel so
special, you doing that for me, what with us getting married on Friday
and Saturday being bath day and all."

"I wanted to be special for you, Bobby.  I love you."

"Maybe, but, you still have not explained why you fucked all the
groomsmen except Billy.   When I told you to fuck them all, Wanda, I
meant all!  Not all but Billy!"

"Please, honey, I was saving Billy for last... you know, right before
the ceremony but daddy can't see well.  His glasses were broke
and...."

"Wanda, your mother keeps breaking his glasses so he won't see all the
different men around your house.  They are more strangers over there
than at the county fair.  I've seen your mother.  If your daddy sees a
black man, she says 'oh, that is Willie.' Or, if he sees a Hispanic,
see says, 'oh, that is Wuan.'  If your daddy had good eyesight, your
home life would be a lot different."

"Don't go knocking my mother, Bobby.  Be respectful. Who gave you your
first blow job, I mean, except for your sister?  Who let you sneak in
and fuck me whenever you wanted?  And, when I was having my time, who
let you fuck her until you could not crawl away?  Huh? Now, you want
to hear the rest of the story?"

"Go ahead."

"Go ahead WHO?"

"Go ahead, slut!"

"That's better.  Anyways... daddy could not see, so as I was walking
in the house after my bath, he grabbed me. 'Wanda, is that you?'  'How
many of your kids got big tits, daddy?' I asked, prying his hand off
my boob.  He slammed me up against the door and stuck his cock right
in me. 'Oh, daddy, stop!' I cried. 'Honey, what's wrong? You never
complained before.'  'There is a nail sticking out of this door and it
is tattooing my ass with every stroke.'  Well, daddy put me on the
kitchen table. He was happily plowing away when my brothers and
cousins showed up.  Honey, I barely made it to the wedding.  I just
did not have time for Billy."

"Wanda, I don't like excuses.  I told you to do something and you did
not do it."

"I will make it up to him. Honest I will. I would have fucked him on
the alter but you know the preacher. He was horny himself and he wants
to be the only one to fuck on the alter.   Honey, I am getting real
horny again and I only cum three times from playing with myself since
we started this talk.  Will you..."

"Wanda, I am going to punish you.  Go get that belt."

"No, Bobby... please, oh, god, no!.... not the belt!!  I love you!!
Don't be cruel to me... I can't stand it!!  Billy, talk sense to him!"

"Get it Wanda or I will punish you for two days straight instead of
just one."

"Please....PLEASE NOOOO!!"

"Grab her Billy! She is trying to get away. Damn! She can kick like a
mule! Grab her leg!  Shit! ....  Thanks, Billy. Well, Wanda you put up
a hell of a fight but now I am going to put this belt on you."

"Please don't. I love you so much."

"Dammit, Wanda.  You only have to wear this chastity belt for
twenty-four hours.  You ought to be able to go that long without
getting a prick in you."

"Bobby... you better call all your friends."

"Why?"

"Cause ain't nobody around here ever seen me really horny, and when
this belt comes off...."




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