40 comments/ 95964 views/ 7 favorites Annie's Punishment By: Balaak I found out about Annie from a nosey neighbor. "I saw her at George's birthday party last week, and, well..." I didn't like Nosey Neighbor. She was nosey. What she needed was some man to rule her world, but I don't think any rational man would want her. Still, I politely listened as she delivered details about my wife's activities with a certain amount of relish but also a certain concerned sympathy that told me she cared - in some small way. What she told me sickened me and I have to say that I was on the verge of picking up Edie the Nosey Neighbor and removing her from my entry hall. I found I had a very hard time believing my Annie could do something like this. Apparently, my disbelief was painted on my face in vivid colors, because Edie stepped back and pursed her lips. "I know what I saw; I'm not stupid." I waved at her and frowned, but the conversation was over, anyway. Annie was in the shower as I closed the door behind Edie. What a way to start the weekend. What had I done to deserve this behavior from my wife? Sure, I had flirted and even hugged and kissed women, but I have never otherwise acted sexually to any of them. Neither had Annie ever expressed disapproval or jealousy over my actions. So she certainly had no cause for revenge, as such. But perhaps she was silent for that reason. But a kiss doesn't entitle her to stroke a friend's cock while getting fingered, does it? The disproportionality confused me. Further, that friend, Dan, was in a position to embarrass us in front of the rest of the neighborhood. Her actions planted the seeds of thought in me that were encouraging the notion that we should move. Then there was the question of the whole marriage, itself. If she wasn't satisfied with me, then what was the point of the marriage? My wife entered the kitchen and I could only glance at the rotten slut. She was pretty with delicate features and shoulder-length frizzy brown hair. She wasn't a Barbie with 36DD tits that bounced for all eyes. My Annie was almost flat-chested. Someone had once said she was sporting "fried eggs." On Annie's five foot two inch frame, they seemed to be right. What had Dan seen in her? Certainly not boobs. On the other hand, Dan's wife was fat. She wore sweats to cover the bulges and had a cellulite jiggle to her enormous ass. She was also a bitch who thought she was the pinnacle of female genetics. "What happened?" Annie had stopped in the middle of the kitchen. I looked around the kitchen - at the cabinets we had chosen, the tile table we both thought perfect, the stainless steel appliances, the tiled floor - anything but her. I didn't know what to say, really. So I just said it. "I know about you and Dan at George's birthday party--" "What?" She interrupted me. "Shut up!" I looked at her then. "Did you think you could stroke some cock and get your pussy worked over without me finding out?" The look on her face confirmed the story. She went even paler than her normal pale. She grabbed the chair and dropped into it, her eyes wide and mouth open. She was searching for something to say, anything. I shook my head at her. "Why didn't you just tell me you didn't want to be married?" "But, I do!" Tears welled in her eyes and she fretted with the button on her shirt. "It was just--" I advanced towards her but stopped. My motion shut her up just as certain as the slap I barely controlled. "You are a slut, you violated our marriage vows and you had the gall to act as if you could hide it for the last week!" The conversation went downhill from there and ended with me yelling, her crying, and neither knowing what to do. I simmered all week. I alternated between kicking the slut out or getting revenge. The longer I debated, the madder I became. The anger made me choose revenge. But not the kind of revenge I hear other men take: that of becoming a slut themselves by screwing some big-titted bimbo to "show" their slut wives. No, this plan was quite different. This was going to drive her error home without me compromising my own virtue. I wasn't going to debase myself to her level in some game of tit for tat. Nope. I enlisted the promise from my friend Eric to help me out. Then I told her about my decision. She knew better than to try arguing with me or giving any more excuses. She sat silently as I told her how the future was going to proceed. "You've been worried I'll boot your ass out and file for divorce. I almost made that decision but came up with a more satisfying plan of action that allows me my retribution and your punishment." She looked relieved until I told her what was going to happen. "You expect me to what?!" Indignation was plain on her face. "Don't suddenly play virtuous with me," I warned in a low voice. "You proved to me you are already a slut and will lie to me to cover your cheating. Since I accept the fact that you are a filthy, cheating slut, you will perform as a slut to my satisfaction or you're out the door and details given to your family." "But, Eric?" Her question sickened me. As if she would be a slut if it were a different person but she would be a virgin nun if she didn't like my choice. "That's right, Eric. He's coming this weekend and you will do your best to make sure he's satisfied in the same manner you cheated on me with Dan. What you did to Dan you will do for Eric and if you so much as complain, my punishment proceeds to the next level: you out the door." "This isn't fair--" "Maybe you should have thought of that before jacking Dan's cock!" I yelled. That ended the discussion. Eric sat on our couch glancing at Annie. She sat on the far end of the couch looking at her hands in her lap. "Just a reminder, Eric, no intercourse. You can otherwise do what you want." I locked eyes with him and he nodded. "Annie?" I asked. " Right, dear?" I waited. She nodded. She knew that she could stay if she allowed me to exact my revenge by demonstrating how she cheapened the marriage with her actions. Now she would cheapen herself to accomplish this. "Fine, Eric will be telling you what he expects but you will start right now by kissing him for me and it better be fitting of a slut." She didn't like the word and flinched, but she knew the label was true. She slowly scooted over to Eric and leaned a little to kiss him. Eric pulled her in without ceremony and planted his lips on hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She jerked, but stayed still and allowed him to kiss her. "Better effort, dear," I warned. "Or the next level of punishment is in play." She kissed Eric better as he stroked his hand down her arm. "Very good. I'm going to re-size some cases." I got up and went to my workbench in the utility room where I keep my reloading equipment. About ten minutes later, Annie rushed into the kitchen and ran the water. She was sobbing. Eric stood behind her in the doorway. I turned from my bench and looked into the kitchen. I wasn't going to put up with the slut trying to get out of my revenge. Clearing my throat, I said, "sluts don't sob, they perform." She quickly dried her eyes and turned to Eric. "Yes, okay." She unzipped her jeans and slid out of them with her back to the sink. Eric moved to her and ran his fingers over her little panties. She jerked a little and swayed as if she was going to pass out. Then she looked at him as he rubbed her. "Stroke me," he said. She reached out with a shaky hand and rubbed his jeans. He reacted by moving in to kiss her while he fingered her panties. They kissed for several seconds before he dipped his finger behind the pantyline and worked it over her pussy. She gasped in the kiss and jerked back against the sink, but she wasn't going anywhere. With a forceful move, he slid her panties down and off. My wife's neatly trimmed pussy was exposed to him and he admiringly rubbed it with his fingers. He rubbed her clit in little circles as I watched, my reloading waiting for the moment. Eric leaned in and kissed her neck as he worked his fingers lower and between her thighs. Annie closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, but opened her legs so he could have access. His fingers dipped into her hole and worked in and out, first one finger, then two. Eric grunted. "Wow, you're wet!" The comment made me angry and satisfied at the same time. Let the slut prove her lack of morals. Eric stepped back and got out of his jeans. Then he slipped out of his underwear. Annie glanced at me, but I warned her off with a finger wag. Eric grabbed her hand and placed it on his dick. She stared at it in shock. No, it wasn't huge. He was smaller than me by two inches, But the thing was very wide and the head was abnormally thick. It almost looked deformed it was so wide. I had never seen such a small, thick cock before. He was maybe all of four and a half inches long, a third of that being the head. His ballsack was just as wide and large, but up high and tight as it hung. Annie tentatively touched his cock and then gripped it awkwardly in her hand. "Stroke it," he repeated. Annie stroked it, gaining rhythm and familiarity with each pass. She seemed to ignore Eric's fingers as they touched her clit once again and began to dip in to fuck her slut hole. I turned back to my bench as the sounds of their activities played around my ears. I heard them kissing and then Annie moaning a few minutes later. I looked over my shoulder to check on them. Eric was down on his knees, applying his tongue to my wife's pussy. Annie's eyes were closed and her legs quivered as she stood there. "Um," I said with alarm. Eric looked over, confused. "Anything but intercourse, right?" I nodded. That was right, that was the deal. "Right, never mind." Eric pulled Annie down onto the sink rug right there and he put his face back to her pussy. Annie gasped and moaned quietly as he ate her on our kitchen floor. Eric seemed pleased, so I went back to my bench. When I next looked over due to some shuffling and grunts, I saw Eric had my wife by her hips, his fat cockhead pressing against her hole. He was straining to get it in as she gasped. I shot out of my chair. "Eric!" I shouted. He stopped pushing, his cock pressed against her wet folds. "Aw, come on, man. If she's going to be a slut--" "No! The punishment is specific. No intercourse! None!" I advanced on Eric. He pulled his cock back and sighed. "Alright, alright. Fine!" I stood there as he sat back, pulling Annie up with him. He placed her hand on his cock and nodded to her. She glanced at me until I nodded at her, satisfied that Eric was going to behave. She worked her hand over his cock and then he pulled her head down to it. She opened as wide as she could and took his cockhead into her mouth. I can't say I liked seeing it, but my wife was performing as a slut and looked good doing it. I sat facing them this time and leaned back against my workbench. Annie alternated between licking the helmet of Eric's cock and stroking it. She gripped him and worked her hand faster until he started to pant. He leaned up and over her, pushing her back until she was half-laying. "Faster," he told her. Her hand became a blur and Eric's cock swelled. With a push, he shoved her down and stroked himself to orgasm. Thick ropes of sperm gobbed out of his purple cock and onto my wife's flat belly and neatly trimmed bush. A rivulet of sperm dripped down over her pussy as he grabbed her hand to have her continue stroking it. Sperm got onto her hand and she used it to lube his small shaft. Eric pointed to his sperm on her. "Rub it in." My wife gingerly started rubbing his sperm around on her until I could hear the slick sounds. Then she rubbed it around on her pussy and the wet sounds became louder. "Now finger yourself." Eric watched with interest as my wife slid her sperm-covered fingers into her swollen hole. I felt satisfaction and revulsion at the same time. She was being a perfect slut. Eric added one of his fingers to hers and then a second one. Then a third. She removed hers as he worked on stretching her hole. When he thumbed her clit, she gasped and suddenly started jerking on the rug as an orgasm ripped through her. Eric seemed satisfied, so the weekend was off to a good start. She would satisfy him or face the consequences. After dinner, we sat in the family room and watched a bit of TV. Eric wasn't wasting time if he knew she had to do what he wanted. He shucked his pants again and had her lay on the couch to blow him as he watched TV. Annie seemed a little perturbed at first, but knew her place while he was here. She blew him and stroked like a good little slut. In the kitchen as I was getting a stiff drink, she tugged on my shirt. "Are you really sure you want this to go on? I mean, aren't we done with it now?" I looked her in the eye. "The punishment is that you will be a slut for him the whole weekend. You will satisfy my friend by being the slut you are. Every wish of his. My friend is more important than your objections this weekend. Since you are a slut, you will be one. It should come natural to you.I want my friend to be satisfied, so you better do a good and convincing job." "Isn't that a little sick?" "You will feel the embarrassment I felt. Period. My friend has kept his word to me over time and you haven't. So if you want to stick around, you better perform. You better pray I don't have any more friends I want satisfied." She had nothing else to say. When I returned, Eric and Annie were both naked on the couch. She had blown him back to erection, and she was busy stroking it. Meanwhile, his fingers had found her pussy again. After a few minutes, he pulled her onto his lap, her back to him. He grabbed his cock from over her thigh and placed it between her legs, up against her pussy. "Eric..." I started. "I know, no intercourse. I wasn't," he replied. He pushed her thighs together and she understood what he wanted. His cock stood up between her legs, the top of it parting her pussy lips. He began squirming under her, his grossly wide cockhead pushing through her pussy lips and up to her clit. Annie got into it then, grinding her hips and bucking slowly up and down. His cock parted her pussy lips with each stroke up. There was no way he could get it in at that angle, so I went back to watching TV. But it didn't take long for his grunts and her gasps to draw my attention back. My wife had spread her legs out to widen her hole. His wide little cock parted her wet lips and massaged my wife's hole with each pass up and down. My wife was approaching another orgasm. Her hips worked faster and her pussy lips were spread wide open on the back of his cock. She started to shake, but suddenly he shoved her off. "Suck me!" He ordered. She missed her orgasm but dutifully lowered her mouth over his cock and sucked. He grabbed the back of her head and pumped his cock up into my wife's mouth. With a heaving groan, he jerked and his cock swelled. His balls squeezed and Annie grunted as he exploded in her mouth. She pulled back as the second blast shot out and landed across her cheek and chin. She stroked a few more jets out of him and leaned back down to take the last couple of blasts in her mouth. He was done for the day - wore out. He pushed her gently away and gathered his clothes. "See you in the morning." When we heard the guest bedroom door shut, I nodded my approval to Annie. She tried to smile, but I could tell she was still worried. Good. Sunday was better. Annie settled into her natural role with a little more ease. She stroked him off in the morning, taking his blast all over her hands. She had worn a little day dress at my command and no panties. I felt good that my slut would be a slut for my friend. He was coming away happy and she was being what she was - a slut. We were sitting out back when I found I was starting to feel sorry - not for Annie, my slut, but Eric, my friend. He had her up against the wall of the house, her dress pushed up. His jeans were around one ankle as he pushed his cock along her pussy. She rode it like a horse, back and forth as it pushed between her thighs. Her pussy again teased the head of his cock as it pushed straight back and forth along her lips. No intercourse, but plenty of rubbing. Her pussy sloshed with juice as his head parted her lips over and over again. Annie came, her legs open, her head back, as my friend rubbed his cock back and forth on the outside of her very engorged pussy lips. He pulled back and gripped his cock. "No, stay like that!" Annie had started to kneel, but she stood back up, her legs open. With a cry, Eric stroked his wide dick until it erupted long jets of sperm - right onto her wet pussy. He grunted and pumped, his ass clenched in effort with each pulse and eruption of sperm. The jets splashed onto my wife's pussy and into her open pussy lips. He then rubbed his oozing cock all over her pussy. That's when I felt a little sorry for him. My slut had been meant to be punished by making sure my friend was satisfied, but it looked to me like the joke was on him. He was just getting teased. Just after lunch, they were back on the couch. She was laid back while he buried his face in her pussy. Annie was moaning loudly, gripping his head and squirming in pleasure. When she came, her whole body quivered and jerked. Her legs looked rubbery as her orgasm jolted her like a million volts of electricity. Eric knelt between her legs and stroked his abnormal cock. Then he scooted up until her knees were bent and pointed his cock at her pussy. He rubbed it up and down, the head parting my wife's pussy lips. Annie laid her arms up over her head and widened her knees as Eric worked over her pussy with his engorged cock. She moaned and wriggled with pleasure. Using two fingers, he spread her lips outward, exposing her clenching hole. It was still pulsing in the after throes of orgasm. With his other hand, he pushed the wide head of his cock against the hole and made little circles as he teased her. Her hips moved with his prick as they both teased each other without screwing. My friend was so wrapped up in teasing my wife's pussy that he was sort of oblivious to me. I motioned a couple of times, but he didn't see it. His wide helmet teased her hole as it rubbed up, then down, then pushed a little against it. He looked too wide to get it in so I guess he knew there wasn't much danger of an "accident." He suddenly blew his breath out and shifted the both of them around on the couch. He laid behind her and pulled her back to him. Then he worked his cock between her thighs to rub along her pussy from the back. They squirmed in that position for quite a while and both were gasping and breathing heavy. With all the activity, I felt myself start to get hard. Annie may have been playing slut, but I was starting to want some, too. Without much more thought, I shed my slacks and pointed my larger cock at my wife's mouth. She looked very surprised but took it in happily. She jerked in time to Eric's thrusts along her pussy and I felt it on my own cock through her mouth. It was something unexpected and wild. Within a minute of her frantic sucking, I exploded in her mouth. As I pulled out, Eric scrambled between her legs and jabbed his cock hard against her hole, holding it there at the entrance. His back arched and his cock swelled in orgasm. The head of his cock pressed hard against my wife's pussy as he spurted his sperm directly into her hole from the outside. Sperm gushed into her and out around the edges of his jerking cock. My wife's hips bucked up to meet his jerks and she smiled as his sperm flooded the entrance to her pussy. When Eric finally pulled back, my wife's pussy was covered in sperm. Gobs of it rolled out of her hole and down to the couch beneath her. Annie's Punishment It had been another long ass day and once again Carl was getting home well after his daughter had gone to bed. He shook his head as he stepped through the door. Something was going to have to give. He hardly ever got to see his little Annie these days. No sooner was that thought through his head when he had to chuckle. Little, hah, Annie hadn't been little for a lot of years now. Shit, she's a senior in high school this year. Where the hell does the time go? Carl crossed into the kitchen where he found a note from Annie on the counter. Dinner was in the microwave. He punched a couple of buttons and walked to the fridge for a beer. He popped it open and leaned against the counter, taking a swig, waiting for the microwave to do it's thing, when he heard a rustling noise outside the living room window. "Now what the hell is that?" he muttered to himself as he went to check it out. He got there just in time to see a sneakered foot clearing the trellis beside the window. Carl didn't even stop to think as he threw open the window, grabbed an ankle and pulled, hard. He heard an "Oh shit!" as a young man came crashing to the ground. Carl recognized him as Christopher Rawlins. He lived just down the street and was in some of Annie's classes. "Don't you move, boy. I'm coming out." Growled Carl. It was completely obvious to Carl that this idiot had come around to sneak a peek at his daughter, and while as a guy he understood, as a father it couldn't be tolerated. He was going to have to put the fear into this boy. Carl chuckled. It was going to be hard to keep a straight face. "Boy, you are really damn lucky that I didn't call the police." That part was true enough, thought Carl. "If I catch you sneaking around here again, the cops will be the least of your worries, you understand me, boy?" Carl folded his arms across his chest and glared hard at Christopher. "I swear man, I'm not a creep!" Christopher stammered. "Annie told me to come, she told me to sneak in through the window." For a moment, Carl was shocked into silence. When he finds his voice, his words come out slow and menacing, "Don't you EVER fucking talk about my daughter like that, you little son of a bitch." Carl's hands were tightly clenched, he was itching to take a swing at this punk so bad. It took all his will power to turn and head toward the house. As he was walking away, he finished with "Now get the hell out of here before someone has to call the cops on ME!" Christopher didn't wait around to argue, he was up and gone in a flash. Carl was furious as he entered the house. How dare this bastard insinuate that his sweet, pure Annie would invite him to her room, at night, ALONE? He strode to the liquor cabinet, pulled out the rum and poured himself a double. Pounding it down, he poured another, then brought the bottle with him to the couch. He'd just finished his second glass when Annie's phone vibrated on the coffee table. That had been his one rule when he'd agreed to get Annie a cell phone and a computer. She wasn't allowed to have them in her room at night. He knew how crazy teens were about their frigging technology, and he didn't want her up all night texting. Carl picked up the phone, he knew he shouldn't intrude on his daughter's privacy like that, but after what that little fucker had just said, he was pissed and curious. It was a text from Christopher telling Annie that he'd been caught, and he hoped to see her tomorrow. What the hell? Carl had given up on the glass and took his next drink straight from the bottle. If Christopher had been lying, like Carl had thought, he wouldn't be letting Annie know he wouldn't be over. This was not boding well for the angelic image Carl had of his baby girl. He gazed at the phone in his hand. He'd never snooped on Annie like this, but he'd never had a reason to either, at least if he'd had a reason, he hadn't known it. He clicked his way to her text files, but was not prepared for what he found. Texts from guys praising her cock sucking, from chicks pissed at her for fucking their boyfriends, texts Annie had sent to her friends talking about dick sizes and who was a better lay. He slammed the phone onto the table, and took another drink. He thought about the sweet young lady who had kissed him this morning after breakfast, on her way to school. So beautiful, so innocent. Leaving early to get some studying in at the library before class. Really leaving early to meet someone named Rich in the woods behind the school for a quick suck and fuck. Un-fucking-believable. Not his little angel. He grabbed the phone again and went to her pictures. Moaning in despair as he found the very thing he'd been hoping not to find. She had a dozen photos of herself in various positions, with various different guys. Some were obviously taken by a third party. So not only was his sweet Annie a hardcore slut, she also didn't mind if others watched. Carl lay his head on the back of the couch and tried to wrap his mind around this. His thoughts drifted to Annie's mother, Suzi. She had been quite the little whore herself. Not at first. Actually, he and Suzi had met in school and they were both virgins at the time. Fell in love, married straight out of high school, had Annie 6 months after they got married. They were both just 18, and while they thought they knew it all, they were completely unprepared for life, let alone married with a kid life. Carl had gotten a job and gone to school, so he was hardly ever home to help with Annie. Suzi left the baby with Carl's folks a lot while she was looking for a job. Yeah right, she was looking for a job alright. Carl found out later that her lack of interest in him was due to the fact that she was earning money sucking his former high school buddies cocks. Suzi was very well known and in high demand at the high school it seemed. Young jocks and nerds alike were happy to slip her a twenty for swallowing their jizz. Suzi left Carl and Annie before Annie's first birthday, and apparently never looked back, 'cause Carl hadn't heard from her since. He found himself looking at the picture on the phone still in his hand. Annie was looking at the camera with her hands on some faceless guys' organ, licking the tip and smiling. Her smile would look so sweet if it hadn't been for the cock she was about to swallow. Carl felt his dick start to stiffen inside his pants. He laid his head back again and pictured his lovely daughter's brown hair spilling over his lap as her mouth slid down his shaft. He groaned and took another deep swig of rum, while he pulled the wood out of his pants. He slid his hand down the length of it. It had been years since he'd jerked off. Thinking about it now, he wasn't really sure when he had stopped, or why. He became too busy maybe, he just hadn't really thought about it for awhile. Sure, he'd see hot women from time to time who made his cock jump, but he was just too focused on life, his job, making sure his little girl grew into a respectable young woman, all that crap. Respectable, right. It's funny how fast one's view on life can turn. Carl was starting to get serious about jacking off, thinking about his lovely daughter, the tramp, when he had an idea. Annie didn't know that Christopher wasn't coming over. And that girl needed to learn a serious lesson. She needed to be taught what happens to dirty little sluts like her. Carl could think of none better to teach his baby that lesson than himself. He took one last deep drink of rum and headed outside. He went to the trellis that Christopher had used and tested it beneath his weight. He had kept in shape and probably didn't weigh much more than the little fucker, he should be able to use it just fine. As he climbed he started to wonder how many other guys had used this to climb up and do who-knows-what to his daughter. It did occur to Carl that this climbing would probably go a lot easier if he hadn't been so well on his way to being drunk. He also knew that without the booze he would never have come up with such a devious plan, and certainly wouldn't have been able to actually go through with it. When he got to Annie's window, he wasn't surprised to find it swung open easily. He made as little noise as he could as he was climbing in, but he still sounded much like a bull in a china shop. It was really dark in the room. Ever since she was a little girl, Annie slept in complete darkness. One day she pulled the plug on her nightlight, and that had been it. Carl was very glad of that fact just now. "You're late, Christopher. So help me God, you better not have been with that bitch Jessica. You know I give way better head than her anyway." Annie said, moving in the bed. "And if you don't keep it down, my dad'll be up here to see what the fuck is going on." Carl stepped out of his pants without saying a word. He didn't want Annie to know it was him instead of Christopher. His cock led him in the direction of his daughter's voice. He crawled onto the bed. "Now get over here and let me taste you. You better hope I don't taste pussy." Annie ordered. Carl obeyed. His hands traveled up Annie's creamy thighs, across her belly, brushing over her fucking awesome tits, finding her shoulders. He pulled her down so her head was off the pillow and straddled her chest, sitting with most of his weight on her, his balls resting on her chin. Then he grabbed her head, and pulled it up at what had to be an uncomfortable angle. As Annie opened her mouth to protest, Carl shoved his dick in as far as he could. He didn't waste any time, he just started fucking her mouth, slamming his cock in and pulling her head to meet his every thrust. Annie was thrashing around underneath him, scratching his ass and beating on him, but her dad was oblivious. All Carl knew was how great his little girl's mouth felt. It was just moments before he had to pull out. He was about to cum, but there was something he wanted to do first. Annie took this opportunity and spat out several profanities before getting to her point, "If you ever try that again, you bastard, I'll call for my dad the first chance I get. I call the shots around here, you got that?" That's what Carl had been waiting for. He grabbed hold of Annie's head once more and she started screaming, "Daddy, Daddy help!" at the top of her lungs. Carl muffled her screams as he stuffed his dick back in her mouth. He gave a few more pumps before he spoke. When he did, his voice was husky with raw emotion. "Daddy hasn't cum yet, but he's about to." And with that Carl's cock swelled and he nearly passed out as he blew his wad down his daughter's throat. She really had no choice but to swallow, and it occurred to Carl that swallowing a load with a dick so far in one's face had to be a learned skill. Annie had clearly had practice. With his cock still inside Annie's mouth, Carl told her about catching Christopher, how he found out about the tramp she really was. "You're not half the slut you think you are, Baby. Not yet." Annie was crying now, and as soon as her dad withdrew from her mouth, she began begging. "I'm so sorry, Daddy. I swear I'll be a good girl." she sobbed. "Please don't do this, Daddy, please." Part of Carl wanted to stop, hating himself for what he'd just done, and more for what he was planning to do, but the rum was running through his veins, and the images he'd seen of his daughter were stuck in his head. God help him, he wanted her. More than he'd ever wanted any woman, he wanted Annie, and by the time he was done with her, she was going to be begging him never to stop. Carl got off his daughter's chest and she rolled to her side, away from him, crying harder than he'd ever heard her cry in her life. Somehow, it only managed to make him harder. He grabbed her legs and pulled her back to him, grabbed her calves, pinning her thighs to her chest. He held his cock and rubbed the head around until he found her tightly puckered asshole. Annie screamed, "No Daddy, please, please." She was trying to fight him off, but Carl was determined and strong. "Don't Daddy, please don't." Carl plunged his rod into his daughter's tight little hole. He got about halfway in on the first try. Annie's screams of pain spurred him on. He pulled out and slammed it in all the way. It was all he could do not to cum right there, balls deep in Annie's ass. He held super still for a moment, listening to Annie's cries. Carl leaned forward, his elbows behind Annie's knees, and began at a nice, slow pace. God, she felt so good around his cock. "That's my good little slut," Carl moaned. "Yeah, Baby, from now on, this ass is mine." He couldn't keep the slow pace for long. Annie's whimpering, combined with the perverse thrill that came with riding his daughter's hot ass, had him thrusting fast and deep. "You feel so good, Baby. You make Daddy feel so fucking good!" Then he stiffened, his whole body going rigid as his balls unloaded in Annie's bowels. Carl's softening cock slipped out of Annie's battered ass, and he crawled up to kiss her. She tried to turn her face away from him, but he grabbed hold of her chin and forced his tongue in her sweet tasting mouth. She was still trying to fight him off, which just made him hornier. He kissed along her neck, across her chest, and down to one of the nipples capping her ample young tit. "C'mon Baby, it doesn't have to be like this. Daddy can make you feel real good." Carl flicks his tongue over Annie's soft nipple. "Do you really want me to stop?" he asked. Annie nods her head. "I need to hear it, Baby. Do you really want me to stop?" "Yes, Daddy, please stop." Annie sobbed. "This is so wrong. I promise I'll be a good girl from now on. I'll make you proud of me, Daddy, I promise." Carl smiled, fingering her pussy. Her silky, closely shaved pussy. "Oh Baby, you make me so proud." he murmured as he fingered her clit. "You're gonna be my good little girl from now on, huh?" "Yes Daddy, I swear. Just please stop." "I'm afraid I can't do that, angel." Carl said before plunging a finger into his daughter's dampening pussy. "I've got to make you see how it can be when a guy really, truly loves you." He sucked on Annie's hard little nipple, while he gently finger fucked her. Slowly, her sobs began to turn to moans, and her body reacted ever so slightly to her father's touch. "Do you still want me to stop, Baby?" he asked. "Yes, I mean no, I mean it's so wrong, Daddy." Annie stammered, but Carl felt her hips lift just a touch in response to his probing finger. "You shouldn't be doing this, Daddy. I learned my lesson, I swear." "Does it feel good, Annie?" Carl asked, though he clearly knew the answer to that. "Yes, I mean, no." "Does it hurt, Baby?" "Well no." Annie replied, but she was starting to sound really confused. Carl grinned, "Then it must feel good." He pushed a second finger into Annie's slippery cunt, and she involuntarily thrust her hips up to take them deeper. "That's my good little girl." he breathed. "Daddy just wants to make you feel good now." he whispered. "Punishment is over. Now I want to show you how much I love you, Annie." "Daddy I can't. We can't. It's so wrong. What will people say?" "Honey, why is it wrong for me to make my baby girl feel good? That's a Daddy's job, to take care of his little girl." Carl assured. "And no one will say anything. No one will ever know. It's our little secret." "You won't be disappointed in me? I know you already are. I'm sure you hate me now that you know, how I am." Annie started to cry again. Carl kissed her gently. "I could never hate you, angel. Yes, I was shocked and pissed as hell, but I know you've learned your lesson. I know you're not going to go whoring around anymore." Then he added, "Don't you love me, Annie?" "Yes, Daddy, of course I do. I love you more than anything." "Then show me how much you love me, Baby." When Carl kissed Annie again, she opened her sweet mouth and met his tongue with her own. As Carl fingered her, Annie's kiss grew more fevered, her body trembled and she started fucking her father's hand. "I love you, Daddy," Annie moaned. That was all the invitation Carl needed. He climbed between his daughter's legs and easily rammed his cock into her wet, hungry pussy. "Oh God Annie," he moaned, "you feel better than I'd dreamed." Annie was moaning too, and it was music to Carl's ears to hear his daughter getting so much pleasure from having him inside her. Since Carl had already come twice, it was easy for him to take his time, riding Annie nice and slow, making it all about her this time. Father and daughter writhed together, kissing deeply. It had been so long since he'd been with a woman, Carl had almost forgotten how incredible it was. He was sucking on Annie's breasts, making her gasp and moan. "God Daddy, I had no idea it could be like this. You feel so fucking good." Carl gave Annie's nipple one last light nibble before raising up onto his knees. He started fucking her furiously, pounding her good and hard. He used his thumb on her clit, and Annie cried out in pleasure. "Oh yeah, Daddy. Oh God it feels so good." Carl chuckled, "You feel great, Baby. You sure you don't still want me to stop?" He joked. "No Daddy! Don't stop... please don't stop." Annie screamed. "Oh yeah...yeah... fuck me hard, Daddy. "Oh God, Daddy...I'm gonna cum!" "That's it, Baby... cum for Daddy... yeah, that's Daddy's good girl." Annie wrapped her legs around Carl's ass and pulled with all her might as her cunt began to spasm and she exploded in orgasm. Hearing her scream in ecstasy sent Carl over the edge, his body shaking as he came, his daughter's pussy milking the semen from his balls. When Carl's spent dick fell out of Annie, he plopped down next to her, pulling her into his arms. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes. Carl was pretty sober by now and without the booze and adrenaline powering him, he was mortified by what he'd done. He'd raped his own daughter. Raped her, sodomized her, then made her beg for it. He'd just ruined the best thing in his life because he found out his daughter was a tramp and couldn't take it. Tears started to form in his eyes as he realized that this would probably be the last time he ever held his sweet little girl. "Daddy?" Carl had to clear his throat before he could speak. "Yeah, Baby?" Annie burst into tears. "Please don't hate me, Daddy. I'm so sorry for what I did before. I know you had to teach me a lesson. I'm just glad it was you instead of someone else. It really hurt, and I was really scared for awhile, but just like when you used to give me a spanking, I knew you only did it 'cause you loved me. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Please don't be mad at me anymore. I don't know why I did all of those awful things, but I swear I'll never do it again. Just please don't hate me." Annie was babbling, and when she babbled it meant she was really scared. Carl pulled her tight against his chest. "I could never hate you, Baby. Never, ever, ever gonna happen." He assured her. "Let's just forget this whole thing, ok?" He felt a little shitty letting her take the blame for his horrific actions, but if believing it was really her fault helped them stay together as a family, he'd go along with it for awhile. Wouldn't win him any Father-of-the-Year awards, but Carl could live with that. "Daddy?" "Yes, Annie?" "I don't want to forget." Annie kissed Carl's neck. "I'm your little girl, Daddy." She kissed down his chest. "Will you let me be your woman?" She took his limp organ in her mouth, sucking and licking it clean of her juices. "Will you have me, Daddy?" Carl groaned as, incredibly, his penis grew hard in Annie's mouth. "I'm yours forever, Baby." And he closed his eyes, giving himself over to Annie's sweet mouth. Annie's Punishment Eric collapsed onto Annie and he played with her small boobs, occasionally licking them as they laid there. I could tell he was holding back and the sympathy came over me again. After dinner, they were back on the couch. I knew this would be the last of their slutty sex and that my wife had been used as a filthy slut. She was stroking him on the couch and he said he'd like to repeat what they did earlier. The vision of his cock gushing sperm into her hole made my own cock start to get hard. He had kept his word with only one warning and I had been determined to have her used like a slut. She blew him for a while until he was nice and hard, then climbed on him to sit on his cock. She rocked back and forth, stroking her pussy along it as it lay under her. If I had walked in the room without knowing his cock wasn't in her, I would have thought it was. It sure looked like it from the back. Annie really worked his lap and her back arched several times in pleasure. Eric played with her little boobs and kneaded her hips. When he laid her back, my throat went dry. She spread her legs for him on the couch and he knelt there to work a finger, then two, then three into her. He did his best to stretch her opening so he could have a target to aim his blasts. He pushed his fingers until she grimaced, then pulled back. He kept going until he worked a fourth finger in. Annie gasped and grunted. He scooted up and used his cock to tease her opening again while stroking his shaft with his hand. He was working up to orgasm. Every couple of strokes, he would push the head of his abnormal cock against her hole. Annie moaned in frustration when he did. He alternated using four fingers to stretch her hole and his cock to tease her. He was successful with his fingers; her hole was gaping and wide open. Annie was fully compliant. Her shame was complete and she was being used for the slut she was. Where we went from here in the marriage, I didn't know. Perhaps I could forgive her over time. Perhaps it just wasn't going to work no matter what. What if this "lesson" in shame just increased her capacity for being a cheating slut? What if the whore dismissed the shame and liked being used? What if the shame did work and now she couldn't forgive me? Well, she was still a whore and my friend was my friend. I cleared my throat. I had to do it four times before it came out more than a dry-throated croak. Eric looked over and I motioned a "go ahead" and a nod. He wasn't quite sure what I meant and I repeated the gesture. When he teased her opening with his small cock again, he looked over. I repeated the gesture. Annie was a whore and he had been teased the whole weekend. I felt bad for him and she could just suffer the extra chore. Eric still wasn't sure. He pressed his penis against her hole and furrowed his brows at me. I nodded and waved him on. For a moment, I thought he refused. He pulled his cock back and gripped it. But then he squeezed out several large globs of pre-cum and smeared it all over her opening. When he put his cock back against her hole, Annie shifted her hips and opened her legs even wider. The slut was cooperating. Eric didn't tease her, though. His hips arched and his back muscles stood out as he pressed the wide head into her hole. Annie gasped, her eyes closed and hips aimed up to him. As much as he had lubed her and stretched her out, her pussy still resisted the entry of the abnormally wide head. After giving the strong push, Eric settled back into strong, slow jabs. It looked like he got the tip of the head in, but not the whole helmet. With a frantic grab, Annie reached down and pulled her pussy lips back. But then her eyes snapped open and she looked over at me. I nodded, but I think she was worried. She started to get up but I jumped up to stand at the couch. I gripped her hand and nodded again. Eric's patient pushing continued. Back and forth. Very slowly, his head gained entrance. Then, with a sudden ease, the head popped in and the rest of his wide shaft slid in. Annie squeezed my hand hard and she let out a long gasp of relief. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish and her features ranged from pain to stunned disbelief to lust and back again. Eric knelt while in her and gripped her hips. The thrusts he began were rough and frantic. He wasn't making love to her or intending that she enjoy it, he was using her pussy as a slut-toy. She did a great job without complaint. I had my revenge and then some. If she came away from this humiliated, then nothing of this sort would ever happen again. I held my wife's hand as my friend pumped his cock into her pussy for his own pleasure. Once he was done, he would never get her again. Annie would return to being my wife and we would move on and probably move, or the marriage was over. Eric fucked Annie so hard, she was scooted up the couch until her head rested up against the arm. His moans and groans were so loud and over the top, I wondered if he was putting on a show. But apparently he liked it. He pulled out suddenly, gripped his cock and shot one blast onto her gaping pussy. Then he rammed his cock right back into my wife's pussy to blast the rest of his load inside her. Annie pumped back in counterpoint to him and wrapped her legs around his hips as he grunted, jerked and emptied his balls into my wife. Her sluttiness made me hard. Not in a good way, but the raw sex and lust made me excited. I wasn't excited that Eric had fucked her or that she did it in front of me. I was excited that she was being the perfect slut. I found myself removing my erection from my pants and my wife happily and hungrily sucking me down as Eric pumped the last of his sperm into her. Her hot breath and wet mouth had me coming in moments. I stroked her head as she sucked harder and harder until I exploded. I came so hard my knees buckled and I fell to the ground. She kept looking at me as if unsure of my feelings. "Next weekend?" Eric asked a little later. "No," I replied. "Never again. But you can visit like you would have normally. In the meantime, Annie and I have some things to work over."