Cuckolding for Beginners

by J D Stones

  I had never seen football, or football players, as sexy or lustful before. I had never sat and watched a match with crazy erotic thoughts dominating my attention and sending my cock into a rock-hard erection before. I had always seen the players for the beauty of their game and not just the beauty of their body, but the overwhelming lust and arousal in my life had spilled over and I was suddenly obsessed with sex, from both the male and female of the species.

  Which was why I spent most of the second-half with a hand on Bryn's cock, gently stroking and touching him. My other hand rested on Yvonne's cunt, running my fingers over her moist slit. I kissed them both, they took turns with toying with my genitals and I buried my face in the young Scot's bosom.

  In short, we did foreplay.

  A weird, submissives' foreplay.

  A foreplay that left all three of us aching for sex and desperate for an opportunity to expend and relieve the buckets of lust that were buzzing around our genitals.

  We'd teased each other for two hours; we'd played, toyed and massaged the genitals and bodies until we were fit to burst. My cock ached with desperation: I just wanted to plunge my manhood into the sex-crazed teenager.

  Only we had to wait for the final scores; my attention skipped the post-match analysis as Bryn teased me by blowing gently on my cock as his fingers pressed into Yvonne's cunt. She whimpered as I groaned impatiently. I needed him to press his lips onto my glans and suck.

  I didn't get what I wanted: a few seconds later the evening results flashed onto the television and United's late equaliser and County's last-minute winner tipped the balance of the Prediction Game away from me and into Bryn's hands. I'd lost.

  Not that in my lust-addled state I cared too much as Bryn laid back on the couch. I'd not been fucked by Bryn in the arse before that day but I was comfortable with the premise. "Be gentle," I asked but Yvonne snapped me away from those thoughts.

  "I won," she reminded me as she reached into her handbag, withdrawing a small strap-on dildo and a gleeful smile. I shuddered at the pink toy, at her expression and the way she gripped the florescent dildo. "But I'll be gentle!"

  She giggled as I stared at the fake cock being attached to her waist and she stood, gesturing towards the erect dick of my friend. "She's going to make you a man," Bryn teased; the subject of me being fucked had come up many times previous and I wasn't sure how it would feel. I'd used anal toys before, but having another person controlling the speed, angle, depth, energy and so much more was a step further.

  Yvonne said nothing as she put the foot stool in front of us, watching as I leant over it to push my lips into Bryn's crotch. He smelt familiar; I loving feel of warm masculinity that I inhaled and adored. He was Bryn: neighbour, cuckold, friend and my bisexual partner. This was the cock I loved to suck and play with, the dick I enjoyed satisfying and swallowing. This was the known.

  Every detail on his smooth organ was mapped territory: the smooth skin, the oversized foreskin, the ridge underneath his shaft, the vein running along his manhood and the glorious taste of his meaty cock. It was the object of so many of my daydreams: Bryn's cock. I knew it and I adored every pore of it.

  I wrapped my lips effortlessly around his cock head and sucked. The pre-cum oozed from his dick as much as it oozed out of mine, soaking the cushion on the stool. He grunted as my hand enclosed around the shaft and pumped gently. It was lovely; it always was.

  Only this time, I had the hand of Yvonne gently parting my thighs and squeezing a cold, chilling liquid onto my arse hole. I shuddered as it hit my whorl, shivering from the algid gel and anxious anticipation. "Relax," she purred.

  I couldn't see anything as my eyes focused on the chaotic fuzz of his pubic hair and near hairless body. My mouth tasting, enjoying, savouring and loving the filthy taste of his cock; slightly salty yet so deliciously horny. My loins buzzed with the smell of his sexual arousal and his nasal grunts as I submitted to his cock.

  But I was submitting to Yvonne too: her fingers worked the cold lubricant into my anus and her actions gently and slowly stretched my hole. The initial shock of intrusion subsided as she patiently slid her fingers in and out of my butt, causing my cock to press painfully against the soft cushion of the stool.

  I wanted it: an inner slut inside of me screamed as I lay helpless on the foot stool. I felt her slippery fingers touch my waist as she used her other hand to guide her strap-on to the entrance of my inner sanctuary. My body shuddered with expectation, purring at the prospect of being fucked by the dainty Scottish girl.

  Her cock slid into my entrance; I could not resist. My will was long since broken, my cock painfully hard as her dildo slid into me. I grunted into the mouthful of cock, sucking and coaxing desperate groans from my neighbour as Yvonne began to rhythmically fuck me.

  I was being rodgered and violated by a girl. I was being taken, penetrated and fucked by a teenager, normally so desperately submissive, but now delightfully thrusting her fake cock into me. But it felt nice. It felt like gentle pressure rubbing against the inside of my genitals, as I helplessly submitted to the young lady.

  And I felt like a shameful disgrace; sucking on my friend's cock as I was plundered from behind. A nasty, humiliated slut that was enjoying his degradation. My arse tightened around the dildo, drawing a wave of sparkles from my loins. I closed my eyes as I licked and sucked Bryn's cock faster and faster. I needed his cum. I needed to feel his quivering, shaking cock pump waves of his seed into my mouth. I wanted to feel his orgasm, jerking his shaft quicker and quicker as my tongue swirled against his head.

  My own cock burnt with desperation; my body was teetering on the edge of orgasm as Yvonne plundered my defenceless backside, pounding on my prostate. Bryn rolled his hands into fists, grabbing hold of my hair to keep my lips attached to his shaking cock.

  I could feel his climax coming. I could sense the orgasmic relief sweeping from his balls as Yvonne grunted and groaned behind me, drawing me into her lustful energy. Her pounding pushed me deeper onto Bryn's cock as he shuddered, and the first wave of cum splashed against my tongue.

  Glorious, lovely, delicious cum spurted into my mouth that I gobbled eagerly. I wanted more; I needed more. I wanted every drop that Bryn offered and eagerly cleaned and sucked his cock free of his seed while Yvonne slapped her thighs against mine, fucking me nearer towards my climax.

  She gasped and squealed, shuddering for a moment as she came, pushing the cock deeper into my arse as I waited; her hands gripped my waist and dug painfully into my skin as her body tipped her into a loud, orgasmic climax before she continued.

  "I'm going to make you come," she promised, slamming the dildo into my arse. It was building: the tension was unbearable. I grunted and cried, squealing into the lap of my neighbour as Yvonne pulled my hips back onto her dildo. I was a ragdoll, a sexual object for her to play with and enjoy as she sighed and groaned, breathlessly squealing as I felt the pressure release and yelled as several waves cascaded through my body, tingling and sparkling through every pore in my skin.

  There was silence as she slowly removed the strap-on from my arse before a giggle broke the pause in the air. "Bryn, do you want a go?" She teased.

  "No more," I moaned, but I wasn't sure I meant it. It was the most intense fuck I'd had for months, if not years, and I just needed to bask in the afterglow.

  And as I leant up from the footstool I saw what a mess I'd made of it: streaks of cum lined the fabric top and my body, and before my mistress saw it, I took it off and put it in the washing machine before sharing a shower with my two evening lovers.

  And Yvonne loved the feel of my tongue against her clit as the warm water showered onto us and Bryn toyed with her tits. But most of all, my arse felt empty again and I knew I had to have it plundered soon. My eyes had been opened: pegging was awesome.

  What I wanted now was Bryn's dick.

  Chapter XVI

  Bobby and Yvonne

  Erin was disappointed that I had had an orgasmic epiphany with another
; while we were very much a cuckold couple and I loved that she got intense pleasure from the hands of other men, we were primarily a married couple and our sex life had to reflect that.

  That week and the next, our cuckolding was paused as we took pleasure from each other: she pegged me and paddled me, rode my face and slapped my balls. We had sex: passionate, loving sex and played intense fervid BDSM games as we drove each other to repeated orgasms.

  By the following weekend though, things were back to normal. While we needed some time to reconnect and enjoy ourselves as husband and wife, my wife began to crave other men, and so did I. Bryn, Yvonne and Christina had given us space for the fortnight, but now we were playing with them again.

  After I dropped my children off at my parents for their fortnightly weekend stay with my brother's children, I drove my wife and Christina to a nightclub in Manchester and then, at my wife's request, Yvonne to the student bar on the city campus.

  "Come in," she begged, with wide eyes, flashing a smile as she got out of my car. Her innocent twinkle belied her risqué dress: the tight white blouse that prominently showed her bra-less attire and her short flimsy skirt that she flashed at me. “Have a drink with us. There's someone I want you to meet.”

  “Who?”

  “You'll see.” I parked the car in an adjacent parking bay and joined the nymph in walking through the campus in the cool evening. “You can't do anything. Erin hasn't said you can.”

  "I know!" She gave me a pitiful look and sniggered, tucking her hair behind her ears before holding out her hand for me to clasp.

  The campus plaza was teeming with drunken teenagers under the twilight; scantily-dressed ladies littered the expansive square while leering men watched on as they tottered towards the plethora of bars and cafés that littered my vision.

  Yvonne smiled at me, pulling me towards a small bar in the corner of the plaza. “They'll be in here.” She afforded me an excellent view of her buttocks as she walked up the dozen steps to the front of the establishment.

  Heads turned as she walked past the tables outside the “Sports Tavern” and she blew kisses at someone she knew.

  “Ex?” I asked when we entered and she shook her head.

  “He's one of many. I was horny, so was he. We were on the same Maths course so we skipped lectures and had some fun.”

  “Oh?”

  “Not too bad,” she recalled with a giggle. “Nice manners, asked before removing my skirt, ate me out before sex. Good with his cock too.”

  “Oh, what's he called?”

  “Can't remember that!” She teased and waved towards a couple of guys in the corner, watching the football on the big television. “I'll have a double vodka and Coke, please.” I rolled my eyes at the coquettish minx, flicking her skirt as she meandered across the busy tavern to her two male friends and I bought four drinks – three pints of beer and Yvonne's order.

  “Cheers,” her mate said, holding his fresh drink aloft to clink glasses.

  “At these prices I don't mind buying a round.” Yvonne pulled her shirt down to her waist. “Peter,” I muttered, introducing myself.

  “Bobby,” he replied and nudged the second guy, more interested in the football than the sexily-dressed Yvonne, to join in the conversation. “This is Sammy.”

  “It's a key game.” He rudely nodded to thank me for his new drink and turned his attention back to the big screen.

  “Bobby's captain of the football team.”

  “Only the second year 'C' Team.”

  She turned to me. “I have a favour to ask. Well, we have a favour to ask. We want to do a cam show and we need someone to work the camera.”

  “A cam show?”

  Yvonne rolled her eyes and dropped her gaze to her drink. “You know … a cam show. An Internet cam show.” She gulped and stared with wide eyes. “There's three guys who'll do me in front of the camera, but I need someone to operate the equipment. We can do it in Bobby's room 'cause he's got a big space.” She gulped. “Mikey was goin' to do it, but he dropped out. Useless …” Her voice trailed off as she rubbed her nose.

  “Sure, but is that...?” While Yvonne had always been really open about her sexuality in the past and had never expressed any issues with people knowing that she enjoyed sex, being broadcast across the Internet was a huge leap. I wasn't sure how to phrase the question but she understood what I was trying to ask.

  She shrugged. “Look, it's really difficult at the moment,” she snapped and shook her head. “I don't give Christina much money for rent but I should give her so much more. My car's in the garage and needs £200 of work just to pass the MOT. I've got a fraction of that in my bank account. I owe my fees and I've not had my student loan yet. Plus I haven't even started on the books and course materials. I barely go out. I've skipped lunch all week because I can't afford it.” I went to speak but she interrupted. “... and I don't want any charity. I can pay and will pay my way through university and life. I used to have a bar job but that fell through last term when I … well I sort of … I got a bit carried away in the beer cellar. With the manager's husband. And son, at the same time. And she came down to change the ale.”

  Bobby sniggered and even Yvonne smiled as she wiped her eyes. “OK. I get it. This is earning you some money.”

  “I tried it earlier in the week in my room and I made just under a hundred dollars with just me and my dildo. I'm hoping with multiple sex scenes I can double that. The boys are getting a third of what we make.”

  “Yeah, she says in the porn industry, the female stars make twice what the male stars make,” Bobby added, draining his pint into his gullet with impressive speed.

  The Scottish minx sniggered as Bobby eagerly placed his empty glass on the table with a clatter. “Someone's keen.”

  It took a further five minutes for Yvonne and I to finish our drinks; Bobby's mate was still glued to the television, unable to remove his attention from the football match being played. I didn't understand it, given the suggestive sexiness of Yvonne.

  Bobby's room was much bigger than I remember a typical student bedroom to be; a larger-than-average single bed dominated the space with three photography lights erected in three corners of the room, each facing the bed. A tripod with a video camera, pointing to the mattress, was connected to an expensive laptop on the desk, angled so both the bed and the chair could see the large screen.

  Yvonne gestured towards the equipment. “We want to have you typing back to the chat window on the site, and also using the camera to zoom in or reposition it when we get to the action.” The young lady spoke matter-of-factly, as her friend turned on the computer and she casually undressed, unzipping her bag on the bed and clothing herself in red lingerie that left little to the imagination.

  I squirmed as she pouted in her delicate lacy thong and a tantalisingly translucent bra. She discarded her bag onto the floor beside me. Bobby smiled as his eyes surveyed the scantily-clad woman, idly undressing as he waited for the website to load. He'd seen it before, I could tell.

  She blew me a kiss as the naked Bobby signed into the site and the light on the front of the camera lit up. "We're on," he muttered. "I've set it up that you'll strip at four hundred tokens, frig yourself at eight hundred and we'll fuck at twelve hundred."

  "I thought you said you had others coming," I asked and she gave a wry giggle.

  "I have. That's the second half of the show!" She had barely completed those words when the application on their desktop made a "ping" and the first of Yvonne's many guests logged in to see the half-naked teenager.

  She purred seductively, drawing the website visitor into her eyes with erotic pouting and suggestive displays. She cupped her breasts and blew kisses to the camera, snogging the naked Bobby and toyed with his unfettered cock.

  Yvonne ran the show; encouraging me to take the camera from its tripod mount and bring the photographic equipment closer to her parted legs to capture her body from her lacy crotch. It oozed sex; my erection dug painfully into my
jeans as she whispered sweet nothings into the camera.

  And the "donations" poured in; a few tokens snowballed into a few dozen tokens and then four hundred. She licked her lips as the website rang a bell, indicating that their first goal had been met and she gazed directly into the lens, smiling as Bobby unclipped her bra and she removed her thong.

  All the while, my cock strained my wife's panties, restraining my erection painfully. Yvonne rubbed her teenage breasts at her hundreds of admirers: much of the worldwide audience typed frantically to the naked couple making out on the bed. Her legs parted to allow the camera a better view, zooming in on her pink slit underneath her hairless mons while she teased Bobby's long, thick cock with long licks of her tongue.

  The chat window barely stopped; I called out many of the comments as they requested her to show off or do things for their entertainment: she parted her buttocks, she kissed Bobby's arse, ran her tongue over his balls and parted her legs wide. Everything to bring pleasure to the hundreds of horny voyeurs admiring and enjoying her sex show.

  By the time the second goal was hit, she was groaning with lust as Bobby's hands toyed idly with her clit. The young minx leant back on the pillows, closing her eyes as her hand touched her slit and her finger swirled against her button. I zoomed in; taking the camera from the tripod and tried to hold the equipment steady as I positioned myself at her feet looking through the viewfinder.

  Her fingers twisted against her cunt, sliding up and down her crack as I could smell the sapid aroma of her deep arousal. She panted as her finger slipped inside her hole, her thumb rotating her clit as she writhed on the bed, exaggerating every action for her fan club all over the world.

  Her cries were loud and dramatic, her cunt dripping with arousal as her desperate squeals echoed around the small room; the unmistakeable sound of the young lady orgasming inches from the end of the lens.