This one's a classic by an author who disappeared in the early 2000s. I'm posting it here to keep it alive. It's by far my favorite resists-then-submits story and I want to hear your guys thoughts - enjoy! 
The Wedding Trip
A Fantasy
edited and rewritten by
RICHARD O STEELE
This story is a thoroughgoing revision and significant enlargement of a venerable Big Dick/Humiliated Husband/Slutty Wife fantasy entitled "The Honeymoon". The original version has appeared on many adult fiction websites. It is said in some renderings to have been written by one "Harry Kuntz." In other versions, the author is identified simply as "Anonymous." In any event, the story as initially written was both exciting and compelling. At any rate, Richard O Steele found it so. It was, however, a bit rough around the edges and not quite to the author's taste in other, mainly stylistic respects. In tribute to the author's narrative drive, however, Richard O Steele decided to give the tale a comprehensive going-over. He has now gently massaged and flossed the language of the original, banished use of the passive voice, added considerable detail, inserted quite a few new scenes, but in the process remained true to his own primary subject matter interests by turning the story into a Big Breast and Big Dick tale. The story, it is true, contains plot devices like the slutty wife, the cuckolded and then consensually humiliated husband, the brutal rape that quickly turns into hot consensual sex, golden showers, excremental snacking, and other well-worn staples of the adult fiction genre that usually do not appear in Mr Steele's fiction. Still, the original story did contain the giant genitalia that invariably characterize Steele's heroes; besides, Mr Steele felt, there's nothing like branching out — if only experimentally — into new areas. In addition, there is now a lot of familiar subject matter in the story; the big breasts that are usually front and center in Mr Steele's fiction have been folded into the narrative. In that way the sexual fantasy, which was in its initial form quite unlike Mr Steele's usual offerings, now reads much more like a typical Steele production. Notwithstanding all these changes, however, the final version firmly remains an undoubted collaboration between Mr Steele and the original author. The story was an arousing read as first written; Mr Steele hopes it is even more satisfying in its edited, greatly expanded, and Steele-ized form. Who knows? Either Anonymous or Mr Kuntz — or perhaps both! — might even approve of this treatment of their creation!
John Barton had been purposely treating the young man with utter contempt from the moment they had met. His tone could hardly have been more withering, for no one knew how to show contempt better than Barton. John Barton! The terror of Wall Street! He was 48 years old, and grudgingly acknowledged to the press a net worth of three billion dollars. Some people said that in truth it was more like twenty times that amount, that he could buy and sell Bill Gates and Warren Buffett with his spare change any time he felt the urge. Whatever!
Barton had made every penny of it himself, by out-lasting and out-maneuvering the other pirates on Wall Street. He had forced hundreds of mergers down their unwilling throats. He had skimmed the cream off the top of the hot LPO's that had arisen in the late 1990s. In addition, he had made his vanquished rivals wallow in their defeats. Dozens and dozens of former top bananas had been forced to accept Barton's deals on Barton's terms. And Barton's terms always included two things: John Burton as the winner garnered enormous profits, and the loser was forced to kiss John Barton's ass.
Sometimes, that demand was meant quite literally. And not just on the buns, either. The few vanquished CEO's who had actually been privileged to make it onto Barton's payroll had two things in common. First, they had actually and truly tasted Barton's shit-lined rectum. Second, they had begged for the privilege. They had seen plenty of executives just like they go down in ruins for displeasing Barton in some way. If literally eating shit was the only way to save a modicum of their fortunes and careers, well ... if that's what it took they would not scruple to lick away. Besides, a good tooth brushing and a bottle of mouthwash could wipe away the taste, if not the memory, of such a humiliation! Better that than the Unemployment Office!
Now John Barton was starting his honeymoon. It was his second marriage. He had precipitously dropped his 38-year-old first wife, Fran, when she had begun showing unacceptable and unforgivable signs of middle age. Sagging jaw lines, drooping breasts, and swelling bottoms were not pathways to Barton's heart!
He had been willing in light of their fifteen-year marriage to be generous but Fran, furious at being scorned, had hired one of the best-known and most tenacious divorce lawyers in the country; the goal was to amass a record settlement out of her husband. The plan had failed utterly. Barton had bested the lawyer in the same fashion he had prevailed over every other son of a bitch who had tried to cross him over the years. Now the lawyer was nursing his wounds, Fran was trying to live on $50,000 a year, and Barton was enjoying his billions. Fuck her and fuck him!
He had just married a babe — a total babe. She was an incredibly beautiful and incomprehensibly built Asian girl from Bakersfield, California named Kim. Just looking at her very long, straight black hair, her incredibly soft, smooth skin, her almost unbearably beautiful features, her highly curved but willowy 5' 6" body, her killer legs and luscious thighs — both generously showcased by the very short skirts Barton picked out for her to wear — and her unbelievably large, firm breasts, regularly drove him around the bend. There could be little doubt that she was one of the most beautiful young girls on Earth! In addition, she certainly had one of the most amazing pair of tits on the planet. They were amazingly huge, firm, and shapely.
Kim's parents had carefully sheltered her during her childhood. They had followed a combination of ancient Chinese family customs and a strict Roman Catholic moral code in raising their daughter. Kim was not allowed to date; she was not even allowed to meet young men. Not even respectable Chinese young men from the neighborhood were allowed to socialize with the breathtakingly gorgeous young teenager. Kim was kept totally under wraps.
Because Kim's parents quickly realized that their daughter was a world-class beauty, they home-schooled her so that she could avoid contact with any boys. They knew that Kim was so incomprehensibly beautiful that they were going to have to be very protective indeed of their daughter. On account of having a gigantic bosom attached to a very slim, even petite, body, Kim had become a physical freak of sorts. Her desire to have a normal life that included some male company accordingly fell on deaf ears. In fact, as her breasts grew larger and larger, her parents took even greater steps to ensure her isolation. By the time Kim had grown into her 32K-cup size, her parents essentially let her out of the house only to go to 6:00 a m Mass on Sundays. Even at that, both parents accompanied the young girl to the service. They thought that an unaccompanied Kim would have been at risk even at a mostly deserted church service held shortly after sunrise. Her parents were probably right.
Even at that, there had been enough Kim sightings in Bakersfield that she had become a mythic figure among the male population of that small city. Groups of teenage boys suffering from raging hormones had begun hanging around the house hoping for a glimpse of the fantastically beautiful and astonishingly buxom girl. But her parents were both firm and painstaking. Kim rarely got out of the house, and when she did she was chaperoned by one parent at least. Could they count on Kim to follow their regimen without rebelling once she left the nest?
They decided that they could. Kim was an exceptionally obedient and dutiful daughter. Inwardly, she chafed at the extreme restrictions her parents had placed on her. After all, her hormones were raging. That's why Kim couldn't help staring at the few good-looking fellows she saw on her infrequent trips into the outside world with real — and growing — longing. In her heart she was afraid that if she allowed those hormones to take over in the company of one of those handsome guys, she might quickly find herself out of control. Perhaps for that reason, she grudgingly admitted, her parents' onerous restrictions were probably for the best. In any event, she knew that her parents were keeping her cloistered for her own good, so as a loving daughter she was willing, if not exactly overjoyed, to comply with their rules. Yet how much she longed to talk with, perhaps even to hold hands with, one of those handsome Bakersfield teenage boys! Other girls could do so — why couldn't she?
In the end, Kim's parents realized she should go to college. She was, after all, a highly intelligent and capable girl. They had thought about enrolling her in an all-girl college but were realistic enough to know that such schools were literally invaded on the weekends by randy male students from nearby schools. It might be better for Kim to undergo a coeducational schooling in which the boys might become so much part of the fabric of everyday life that their proximity was no big deal.
Or so Kim's parents hoped. In any case, they knew they were going to have to let go and hope for the best. They simply prayed that their careful rearing and moral teaching would protect Kim during her years at Brown University from the onslaught of young men they knew inevitably lay in their daughter's future. Brown was a distinguished Ivy League university whose students — male and female — might be mature enough to give Kim the space she needed to become accustomed to social settings. Best of all, Brown had settled a full boat, all expenses paid scholarship on the young woman. Kim would be getting a distinguished degree from a top-rate school. The financial cost, however, would be next to nothing. No wonder Kim's parents, for whom lack of money was a serious problem, were willing to let their daughter cross the continent to get her college education. They only hoped that the psychic cost would not be too high a price to pay.
Their hopes for Kim were realized — to a point, that is. One of the most charming things about the young woman was that, on account of her sheltered upbringing, she really had no idea how stupendously gorgeous she truly was. Her parents, it is true, had cited her physical endowments as a reason to keep her isolated. Yet because of that very isolation, Kim simply did not have a realistic sense of how unimaginably beautiful she was. Nor did she realize what a big deal her larger than melon-sized breasts were for the guys. As a result, she had a sweet, modest personality that contrasted sharply with the attitude demonstrated by most very beautiful and curvaceous girls. Thanks to her parents' careful tutelage, Kim had turned out to be a true gem, inside and out.
The Wedding Trip
A Fantasy
edited and rewritten by
RICHARD O STEELE
This story is a thoroughgoing revision and significant enlargement of a venerable Big Dick/Humiliated Husband/Slutty Wife fantasy entitled "The Honeymoon". The original version has appeared on many adult fiction websites. It is said in some renderings to have been written by one "Harry Kuntz." In other versions, the author is identified simply as "Anonymous." In any event, the story as initially written was both exciting and compelling. At any rate, Richard O Steele found it so. It was, however, a bit rough around the edges and not quite to the author's taste in other, mainly stylistic respects. In tribute to the author's narrative drive, however, Richard O Steele decided to give the tale a comprehensive going-over. He has now gently massaged and flossed the language of the original, banished use of the passive voice, added considerable detail, inserted quite a few new scenes, but in the process remained true to his own primary subject matter interests by turning the story into a Big Breast and Big Dick tale. The story, it is true, contains plot devices like the slutty wife, the cuckolded and then consensually humiliated husband, the brutal rape that quickly turns into hot consensual sex, golden showers, excremental snacking, and other well-worn staples of the adult fiction genre that usually do not appear in Mr Steele's fiction. Still, the original story did contain the giant genitalia that invariably characterize Steele's heroes; besides, Mr Steele felt, there's nothing like branching out — if only experimentally — into new areas. In addition, there is now a lot of familiar subject matter in the story; the big breasts that are usually front and center in Mr Steele's fiction have been folded into the narrative. In that way the sexual fantasy, which was in its initial form quite unlike Mr Steele's usual offerings, now reads much more like a typical Steele production. Notwithstanding all these changes, however, the final version firmly remains an undoubted collaboration between Mr Steele and the original author. The story was an arousing read as first written; Mr Steele hopes it is even more satisfying in its edited, greatly expanded, and Steele-ized form. Who knows? Either Anonymous or Mr Kuntz — or perhaps both! — might even approve of this treatment of their creation!
John Barton had been purposely treating the young man with utter contempt from the moment they had met. His tone could hardly have been more withering, for no one knew how to show contempt better than Barton. John Barton! The terror of Wall Street! He was 48 years old, and grudgingly acknowledged to the press a net worth of three billion dollars. Some people said that in truth it was more like twenty times that amount, that he could buy and sell Bill Gates and Warren Buffett with his spare change any time he felt the urge. Whatever!
Barton had made every penny of it himself, by out-lasting and out-maneuvering the other pirates on Wall Street. He had forced hundreds of mergers down their unwilling throats. He had skimmed the cream off the top of the hot LPO's that had arisen in the late 1990s. In addition, he had made his vanquished rivals wallow in their defeats. Dozens and dozens of former top bananas had been forced to accept Barton's deals on Barton's terms. And Barton's terms always included two things: John Burton as the winner garnered enormous profits, and the loser was forced to kiss John Barton's ass.
Sometimes, that demand was meant quite literally. And not just on the buns, either. The few vanquished CEO's who had actually been privileged to make it onto Barton's payroll had two things in common. First, they had actually and truly tasted Barton's shit-lined rectum. Second, they had begged for the privilege. They had seen plenty of executives just like they go down in ruins for displeasing Barton in some way. If literally eating shit was the only way to save a modicum of their fortunes and careers, well ... if that's what it took they would not scruple to lick away. Besides, a good tooth brushing and a bottle of mouthwash could wipe away the taste, if not the memory, of such a humiliation! Better that than the Unemployment Office!
Now John Barton was starting his honeymoon. It was his second marriage. He had precipitously dropped his 38-year-old first wife, Fran, when she had begun showing unacceptable and unforgivable signs of middle age. Sagging jaw lines, drooping breasts, and swelling bottoms were not pathways to Barton's heart!
He had been willing in light of their fifteen-year marriage to be generous but Fran, furious at being scorned, had hired one of the best-known and most tenacious divorce lawyers in the country; the goal was to amass a record settlement out of her husband. The plan had failed utterly. Barton had bested the lawyer in the same fashion he had prevailed over every other son of a bitch who had tried to cross him over the years. Now the lawyer was nursing his wounds, Fran was trying to live on $50,000 a year, and Barton was enjoying his billions. Fuck her and fuck him!
He had just married a babe — a total babe. She was an incredibly beautiful and incomprehensibly built Asian girl from Bakersfield, California named Kim. Just looking at her very long, straight black hair, her incredibly soft, smooth skin, her almost unbearably beautiful features, her highly curved but willowy 5' 6" body, her killer legs and luscious thighs — both generously showcased by the very short skirts Barton picked out for her to wear — and her unbelievably large, firm breasts, regularly drove him around the bend. There could be little doubt that she was one of the most beautiful young girls on Earth! In addition, she certainly had one of the most amazing pair of tits on the planet. They were amazingly huge, firm, and shapely.
Kim's parents had carefully sheltered her during her childhood. They had followed a combination of ancient Chinese family customs and a strict Roman Catholic moral code in raising their daughter. Kim was not allowed to date; she was not even allowed to meet young men. Not even respectable Chinese young men from the neighborhood were allowed to socialize with the breathtakingly gorgeous young teenager. Kim was kept totally under wraps.
Because Kim's parents quickly realized that their daughter was a world-class beauty, they home-schooled her so that she could avoid contact with any boys. They knew that Kim was so incomprehensibly beautiful that they were going to have to be very protective indeed of their daughter. On account of having a gigantic bosom attached to a very slim, even petite, body, Kim had become a physical freak of sorts. Her desire to have a normal life that included some male company accordingly fell on deaf ears. In fact, as her breasts grew larger and larger, her parents took even greater steps to ensure her isolation. By the time Kim had grown into her 32K-cup size, her parents essentially let her out of the house only to go to 6:00 a m Mass on Sundays. Even at that, both parents accompanied the young girl to the service. They thought that an unaccompanied Kim would have been at risk even at a mostly deserted church service held shortly after sunrise. Her parents were probably right.
Even at that, there had been enough Kim sightings in Bakersfield that she had become a mythic figure among the male population of that small city. Groups of teenage boys suffering from raging hormones had begun hanging around the house hoping for a glimpse of the fantastically beautiful and astonishingly buxom girl. But her parents were both firm and painstaking. Kim rarely got out of the house, and when she did she was chaperoned by one parent at least. Could they count on Kim to follow their regimen without rebelling once she left the nest?
They decided that they could. Kim was an exceptionally obedient and dutiful daughter. Inwardly, she chafed at the extreme restrictions her parents had placed on her. After all, her hormones were raging. That's why Kim couldn't help staring at the few good-looking fellows she saw on her infrequent trips into the outside world with real — and growing — longing. In her heart she was afraid that if she allowed those hormones to take over in the company of one of those handsome guys, she might quickly find herself out of control. Perhaps for that reason, she grudgingly admitted, her parents' onerous restrictions were probably for the best. In any event, she knew that her parents were keeping her cloistered for her own good, so as a loving daughter she was willing, if not exactly overjoyed, to comply with their rules. Yet how much she longed to talk with, perhaps even to hold hands with, one of those handsome Bakersfield teenage boys! Other girls could do so — why couldn't she?
In the end, Kim's parents realized she should go to college. She was, after all, a highly intelligent and capable girl. They had thought about enrolling her in an all-girl college but were realistic enough to know that such schools were literally invaded on the weekends by randy male students from nearby schools. It might be better for Kim to undergo a coeducational schooling in which the boys might become so much part of the fabric of everyday life that their proximity was no big deal.
Or so Kim's parents hoped. In any case, they knew they were going to have to let go and hope for the best. They simply prayed that their careful rearing and moral teaching would protect Kim during her years at Brown University from the onslaught of young men they knew inevitably lay in their daughter's future. Brown was a distinguished Ivy League university whose students — male and female — might be mature enough to give Kim the space she needed to become accustomed to social settings. Best of all, Brown had settled a full boat, all expenses paid scholarship on the young woman. Kim would be getting a distinguished degree from a top-rate school. The financial cost, however, would be next to nothing. No wonder Kim's parents, for whom lack of money was a serious problem, were willing to let their daughter cross the continent to get her college education. They only hoped that the psychic cost would not be too high a price to pay.
Their hopes for Kim were realized — to a point, that is. One of the most charming things about the young woman was that, on account of her sheltered upbringing, she really had no idea how stupendously gorgeous she truly was. Her parents, it is true, had cited her physical endowments as a reason to keep her isolated. Yet because of that very isolation, Kim simply did not have a realistic sense of how unimaginably beautiful she was. Nor did she realize what a big deal her larger than melon-sized breasts were for the guys. As a result, she had a sweet, modest personality that contrasted sharply with the attitude demonstrated by most very beautiful and curvaceous girls. Thanks to her parents' careful tutelage, Kim had turned out to be a true gem, inside and out.
