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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Pretending He's You by Batguana (tpdougherty1937@yahoo.com) *** 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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 46