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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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