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A lifetime ago now, I was not thecuckold I am today, I was the cuckolder, if that's the right word. Itwas my first fuck. Jean was a married woman – all of 19 – and Iwas a virginal 20. Her and her husband were the downstairs neighbourto my mate and his wife who had the upstairs first floor flat
It was love, or so I thought. I washopelessly romantic in my early days. Despite all the opposition fromher husband Chris, her mother in law and assorted nosey neighbours,we managed to carry on seeing each other for 6 months. Then sheseemed to tire of me (or perhaps just tired of the hassle of it) andreturned to her husband.
Her husband had gone off the rails abit after his wife's affair, starting to hang out with some dodgycharacters, lads who weren't above a spot of breaking and entering.It seems they had begun to hang around at Chris and Jeans flat,smoking, drinking, watching telly etc.
Several of them, including Chris werewere due in the magistrates court on a charge of theft. Because ofChris driving the van and being older than the others he was accusedof being the ring leader and got six months in prison, while theothers got suspended sentences.
I got word from my friends that Jeanwanted to see me. Stupidly I thought that now Chris was in jail Jeanwanted to renew our friendship. I couldn't have been more naïve.
I went round, full of hope, expecting ashag at the least.
When I got there I just walked in asthe front door to the two flats was always open. Kev and Bob were inJean's flat, smoking, watching telly.
'I was looking for Jean.'
'She won't be long,' said Kev. 'She'sjust having a shag with Dave.'
I began to smell a rat. I sat with themand watched telly for a bit, wondering exactly what was going on. Tenminutes later Dave walked in, bare-chested, puling up the zip of histrousers and looking like a cat who'd just had its cream.
Coming in straight after him came Jean.The shock was, she was wearing just a shirt and panties – andnothing else,. Her tits were on plain view, but she didn't seem tomind.
'What are you doing here?' she said.
'I thought you wanted to see me.'
'No, I'm all right thanks. What gaveyou that idea? You coming Kev?'
Kev reached a hand into her shirt andfondled her tits. She murmured with pleasure, then grabbed him by thehand and led him off to the bedroom.
'She likes cock, your Jean,' said Bob.
'I reckon she's not the only one wholikes a bit of cock, either.' added Dave
'What do you mean?'
'Well you look as if you've got a hardon. Do you like listening to her being fucked? Does it turn you on?'
'No, it doesn't.'
Why was I lying? Listening to thosesounds from the bedroom, I realised the sound of Kev fucking Jeanwasn't making me angry or jealous, it turned me on, it had given mean erection. What could I have done anyway, against these tough lads.
'Nothing to be ashamed of, mate. Comeon, why not have a taste of this.'
Dave unzipped himself, pushed down hispants and manhandled his cock as it sprang into view. I couldn't helpan intake of breath. It looked bigger than mine by a good one or twoinches. No wonder Jean preferred these bad boys. They didn't annoyher by always talking about love, writing silly poems. To them, shewas just a nice bird, with tits and a cunt. They just wanted to fuckher, and she wanted to be fucked by them.
Hesitantly I reached out to touchDave's cock. It twitched at my touch, stretching itself towards theceiling. I couldn't believe what I was doing. It was the first time Ihad touched another cock since we were at school, experimentallywanking each other. But then, I'd only touched, and now here I wastouching Dave's cock and instinctively bending my head to take it inmy mouth.
'I'm not gay...' I managed to stutterbefore Dave grabbed the back of my head and forced me down onto hiscock. I didn't even struggle. I liked the taste of it and themasculine scents that seemed to come from his pubes. I was actuallysucking a man's cock – and I liked it. Jean hadn't even sucked mycock, but it seemed to come quite naturally to me, my sole motivationwas to please a man.
'That's good,' Dave muttered. 'See, youlike it, don't you. You love sucking a man's prick, don't you?'
I nodded as best I could with his cockin my mouth.
Was I going to suck him all the way,though? I wasn't sure I liked the idea of tasting a man's spunk. YetI was curious, what did it taste like? I'd seen enough porn videosand plenty of the women seemed happy to swallow a man's load, somaybe it wasn't so bad.
I didn't have much time to ponder on itbecause before I knew it Dave was holding my head down and moaning ashe shot his load into my mouth. I was just aware of its salty tastebefore I swallowed it down.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth.
'Wow, that was great,' he said. 'Yousure you've not done it before?
'No,' I said. 'Never.'
'Well you seem to know exactly how todo it. Must come naturally to you. Maybe you should have been born agirl. You wouldn't have been a great loss, not from what Jean's beensaying about
about you. I reckon you'd probably havebeen more use with tits and a cunt. Would you like that?'
Dave was just fastening his trouserswhen Jean and Kev came back in. This time she just had a pair ofknickers on, nothing else, but seemed unbothered by anyone seeing hertits. I realised then that they had all had her, so there was nopoint in her being modest.
'I always thought you were a bit gay,'said Jean. She laughed. 'No need to make excuses, there's nothingwrong with liking some cock. I've had enough now, haven't I!'
It was love, or so I thought. I washopelessly romantic in my early days. Despite all the opposition fromher husband Chris, her mother in law and assorted nosey neighbours,we managed to carry on seeing each other for 6 months. Then sheseemed to tire of me (or perhaps just tired of the hassle of it) andreturned to her husband.
Her husband had gone off the rails abit after his wife's affair, starting to hang out with some dodgycharacters, lads who weren't above a spot of breaking and entering.It seems they had begun to hang around at Chris and Jeans flat,smoking, drinking, watching telly etc.
Several of them, including Chris werewere due in the magistrates court on a charge of theft. Because ofChris driving the van and being older than the others he was accusedof being the ring leader and got six months in prison, while theothers got suspended sentences.
I got word from my friends that Jeanwanted to see me. Stupidly I thought that now Chris was in jail Jeanwanted to renew our friendship. I couldn't have been more naïve.
I went round, full of hope, expecting ashag at the least.
When I got there I just walked in asthe front door to the two flats was always open. Kev and Bob were inJean's flat, smoking, watching telly.
'I was looking for Jean.'
'She won't be long,' said Kev. 'She'sjust having a shag with Dave.'
I began to smell a rat. I sat with themand watched telly for a bit, wondering exactly what was going on. Tenminutes later Dave walked in, bare-chested, puling up the zip of histrousers and looking like a cat who'd just had its cream.
Coming in straight after him came Jean.The shock was, she was wearing just a shirt and panties – andnothing else,. Her tits were on plain view, but she didn't seem tomind.
'What are you doing here?' she said.
'I thought you wanted to see me.'
'No, I'm all right thanks. What gaveyou that idea? You coming Kev?'
Kev reached a hand into her shirt andfondled her tits. She murmured with pleasure, then grabbed him by thehand and led him off to the bedroom.
'She likes cock, your Jean,' said Bob.
'I reckon she's not the only one wholikes a bit of cock, either.' added Dave
'What do you mean?'
'Well you look as if you've got a hardon. Do you like listening to her being fucked? Does it turn you on?'
'No, it doesn't.'
Why was I lying? Listening to thosesounds from the bedroom, I realised the sound of Kev fucking Jeanwasn't making me angry or jealous, it turned me on, it had given mean erection. What could I have done anyway, against these tough lads.
'Nothing to be ashamed of, mate. Comeon, why not have a taste of this.'
Dave unzipped himself, pushed down hispants and manhandled his cock as it sprang into view. I couldn't helpan intake of breath. It looked bigger than mine by a good one or twoinches. No wonder Jean preferred these bad boys. They didn't annoyher by always talking about love, writing silly poems. To them, shewas just a nice bird, with tits and a cunt. They just wanted to fuckher, and she wanted to be fucked by them.
Hesitantly I reached out to touchDave's cock. It twitched at my touch, stretching itself towards theceiling. I couldn't believe what I was doing. It was the first time Ihad touched another cock since we were at school, experimentallywanking each other. But then, I'd only touched, and now here I wastouching Dave's cock and instinctively bending my head to take it inmy mouth.
'I'm not gay...' I managed to stutterbefore Dave grabbed the back of my head and forced me down onto hiscock. I didn't even struggle. I liked the taste of it and themasculine scents that seemed to come from his pubes. I was actuallysucking a man's cock – and I liked it. Jean hadn't even sucked mycock, but it seemed to come quite naturally to me, my sole motivationwas to please a man.
'That's good,' Dave muttered. 'See, youlike it, don't you. You love sucking a man's prick, don't you?'
I nodded as best I could with his cockin my mouth.
Was I going to suck him all the way,though? I wasn't sure I liked the idea of tasting a man's spunk. YetI was curious, what did it taste like? I'd seen enough porn videosand plenty of the women seemed happy to swallow a man's load, somaybe it wasn't so bad.
I didn't have much time to ponder on itbecause before I knew it Dave was holding my head down and moaning ashe shot his load into my mouth. I was just aware of its salty tastebefore I swallowed it down.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth.
'Wow, that was great,' he said. 'Yousure you've not done it before?
'No,' I said. 'Never.'
'Well you seem to know exactly how todo it. Must come naturally to you. Maybe you should have been born agirl. You wouldn't have been a great loss, not from what Jean's beensaying about
about you. I reckon you'd probably havebeen more use with tits and a cunt. Would you like that?'
Dave was just fastening his trouserswhen Jean and Kev came back in. This time she just had a pair ofknickers on, nothing else, but seemed unbothered by anyone seeing hertits. I realised then that they had all had her, so there was nopoint in her being modest.
'I always thought you were a bit gay,'said Jean. She laughed. 'No need to make excuses, there's nothingwrong with liking some cock. I've had enough now, haven't I!'