To The Victor

Dedicated to my lord and master, C.D.E. Email comments to badgirlscheat@webtv.net TO THE VICTOR... TINY TIMOTHY FATBOTTOM Timothy was an insecure man, with much to be insecure about. A small man with a fat ass, he had been the butt of jokes his whole life. He was eternally grateful that his wife, Rita, a good Jewish girl from Brooklyn, saw past his physical shortcomings and agreed to marry him thirty years earlier, giving him a son and treating him with respect- one of the few people who did. He loved sex with his wife, it was what he lived for. She was a beautiful fifty five year old brunette who never failed to make him cum with her tight babygirl pussyhole, babygirl dirtytalk, and submissively freakazoid facial and body gestures that came naturally to her. Lucky for him, she came real fast with the help of her husband's intensely dominating dirtytalk. She made him feel like a man, while the rest of the world told him he was anything butt. When the outgoing, macho Italian Dr. Fucami bought the house next door and came over to introduce himself, he could see his sweet wife was instantly smitten, and his heart leapt to his throat. He worst nightmare had come to life. He felt nauseated, crushed and heartsick. He was not a stupid man. His worst fears were confirmed as he watched Rita walk away to get some adult beverages, even though they had not yet had breakfast, swiveling her wide hips gratuitously. "Did you teach her to walk like that?" Fucami asked, grinning widely. Timothy played dumb. "I guess birds of a feather shake their fat asses together", he laughed, his eyes burning through Timothy's soul, his words crushing his heart, forcing his four inch babycock to retract into his soft belly in defeat before his superior rival. "Unbelievable", Fucami grunted contemptuously. "Totally defenseless. I don't know who I'm going to have first, you or Rita". Enraged, Timothy sputtered weakly, "get out". "What's going on in there?" Rita yelled from the kitchen. The sight that greeted her as she reentered the room caused her to drop the adult beverages and fall to her knees. Her husband was in tears, struggling feebly against the big man's chest, as Fucami grabbed Timothy's fat ass and crushed him in a bear hug, slowly licking the tears off poor Timothy's face! "Stop it!", she yelled from her knees. "Stop it this instant, Dr. Fucami!" "Sorry, sexy baby, but Timothy makes my nature rise, and I'm going to make him my bitch", he said between slow licks. Timothy was hysterical, crying like a baby, something she had never seen. She had to do something. Anything. She knew how weak her husband was, and if this went much further, there would not be enough psychotherapists in the world to save her husband's fragile, delicate sexual identity. Thank God, she thought stupidly, Dr. Fucami was a psychiatrist. He could put poor Timothy back together again after he knocked his fat ass up with twins. Rita! What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you insane?- she asked herself. The surreal drama being played out before her caused her brain to shake and her ladyhole to throb nastily. Her eyes glazed. "Pull your pants down, pussygirl", Fucami barked to Timothy. The only sound was great sobs of utter humiliation. Why is Rita looking at me like that? Why doesn't she help me, he thought. SMACK! SMACK! Timothy saw stars as he was bitchslapped for the first time in his life. "I won't ask you again", Fucami growled deeply, causing Rita's ladyhole to transform itself into a freakhole. Eyes and fat red mouth wide open, she couldn't speak. Timothy dropped trou, shaking his hips like a woman to get them past his enormous derriere. Fucami looked at Rita, and smirked. Rita was gone, licking and mouthing her plump red lips. "Turn around and shake your fat ass for me, you faggot", Fucami ordered quietly. "Show your wife that you're my woman." Rita gasped as Timothy shook his fat ass for the bad man. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!, Fucami smacked the slowly swaying ass before him. "Now shake it fast, all wiggly jiggly like jello, and ask your wife if you can be my boomshakalaka bitch!" No response, except for Timothy's pathetic sobs and the sound, if you listened real carefully, of his brain flood with female hormones and his tiny babycock turning into a woman's clitoris. Timothy was sure he was going to die. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!. Timothy gave a shrill scream, and, his fat red ass to Rita, asked her if he could be Dr. Fucami's boomshakalaka bitch, shaking his blubbery butt a mile a minute, making it dance for the doctor, who dropped trou and thrust his thick, steel hard nine inch thick bullcock into his victim's smooth, babysoft quivering buttocks, causing poor Timothy to freeze in shock. Rita couldn't answer her feminized husband. Rita couldn't breathe. Fucami pinched Timothy's fat breasts fiercely and bit into his neck. "Grind your ass into my crotch, bitch, and I may let you live". Timothy ground his ass into his conqueror's crotch. "Now ask your wife if you can suck my huge cock like a good little faggot". Rita heard her husbandette ask if he/she could suck Fucami's huge cock like a good little faggot. She took pity on the pathetic, feminized creature before her. "Yes, darling", she mewled, in her nastiest babygirl voice... "suck Dr. Fucami's big fat shlong real good for him, baby. Suck it real good for me, too". "You know what to do, baby", she coached, slowly crawling on hands and knees to the site of her husband's lewd, obscene psychic castration. She wanted to help in any way she could. Fucami's humongous thing caused her brain to rotate in her skull. She was not herself. "Hands behind your head, baby, like you always tell me to do". "Lick and suck it real good for Dr. Fucami, and he may let you live, sweetie pie." "Here, like this, honey', kneeling next to him, hands in her hair, crazy half smile in her face, eyes burning through Fucami's macho soul, she extended her fat tongue and flicked it rapidly all over the head of his enormous schmuck, causing the doctor to groan deeply and grabbed Timothy's throat to encourage his participation. The two of them slowly started to compete to see who could excite Dr. Fucami the most, and who could slurp and suck his proud enraged manhood the sloppiest and freakiest. Timothy's dickette softened and shrank further. With her ball licking and her salad tossing (a first!) and her deepthroat swallowing, Rita destroyed her competition as she used all of her nasty tricks to show the bad man who the sluttiest freak of the week was, and she was rewarded with an endless volley of think cum shooting down her gulping, snorting facehole. She was cumming deliriously all the while, set off by her pathetic husbandette's heartbroken look. Maintaining eye contact with the wretched man, she licked the big man's cock and balls clean, punctuated by sudden suckings of the still hard rod that caused her beautiful cheeks to hollow, and then for pure show, she hoisted her new master's studly cock and balls with her tiny hands, rolled her eyes up as she shook her fat ass, snorted like a pig, and proclaimed Dr. Fucami the winner and champion of the first RitaCup, as she smiled psychotically into her poor husband's face, still cumming, still mouthifying the killerstud's schlong before his thoroughly defeated rival. Rita was totally stoned- and loving it. Timothy was crying again. "There, there, baby", she taunted him, SUCK! SLURP! SNORT! "Let it out, honey" SUCK! SLURP! SNORT! "Let it all out", OOOOOHHHHHMMMMMYYYYYYGGGGGOOOODDDDDDDD!!!!!! She screamed, waking up the neighborhood, as the biggest orgasm of her life overwhelmed her while she put another liplock on the big man's fuckbone before her now fetal husbandette. "OOOHHHHLALA, BABY, she whined to her master in a French accent, completely breathless. I could get used to this, she thought, as her lips, tongue and gulping throat did crazy tricks and she took her dreadlord over the edge with her again and again, until it was time to get up for breakfast. 3605 1.18/512345