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# Posted: 19 Jan 2008 15:12:46 · Edited by: heartm8
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This is a true story of my introduction to cuckolding, although it wasnt called that at the time. I was a virgin in HS, only having one bj. I was oblivious to womens signals. I dated a freshman one time and she acted like a tramp at school, but I felt like I had molested her after a makeout session and petting. She was shy and innocent. By my senior year in hs, I had settled with a girl who was considered pretty, but I wasnt too attracted to. I dated her only because she was popular. I thought she was shy, and nothing had happened between us other than heavy kissing. So I was quite confused about how far to go with girls, and misinterpreting signals. I needed to have a greenlight.
I worked in the produce department in High School, and a guy told me that my very demure girl friend at the time was known as a slut at her school. I had never even touched her. I told hime not to spread shit like that about her or he'd be sorry. He was what we called a freak, denim and bandanas, what today would be a head or emo, but he picked the wrong time to challenge me and the wrong topic. I beat the shit out of him. Fortunately that was "old school" union job, and you couldnt get fired. The butchers and produce guys had to pull me off of him and I hit him so hard it cut his face under the eye.
So when I got up my nerve to reach for my long time girlfriends breast on prom night, it was a shock as she rapidly loosened the top of her dress, whipped my cock out and started sucking it like a pro. No foreplay, she was ready to fuck. Her parents had an after party and we were very popular, so we had only ten minutes. I had an old mustang and the console was also getting in the way. All this, plus the guilty realization that I had beat the shit out of a guy, who was warning me my girlfriend was a slut made my cock deflate. I started thinking I could have been laid all this year, I waited all this time and she IS a slut. Now its funny but then it wasnt. My girlfriend got furious that I lost my hard-on, but she didnt realize what was going on in my head, it wasnt physical.
So, I am attractive, but just never seemed to have any "game" with the ladies. I also had very high picky standards. This frustrating trend continued at a small southern college. I dated some of the prettiest girls on campus but could never cross the line and bed them. I cant tell you how many times I've been rejected at the door, or whatever. So I was generally a pretty frustrated guy in college, but I did make my own prison so to speak. As I learned to be a bull, I realized that all women are the same, and to treat the beauty queens just like the booty calls. Too bad I learned it after college, ha ha.
Of course, I got laid, but not my choice selections. This created a new problem for me, getting rid of a booty call I didnt want around during the day. Once I got a woman into bed, then the trouble seemed getting rid of them. I have an honest 8 inches, and fuck like a piledriver. Because I read so much porn, and read how good and big other guys were, I actually thought I was quite average! I didnt even know what a fucking stud I was, its funny.
I was very very horny. So I took to masturbating quite frequently. I particularly enjoyed the UnReal and connexxion magazines I bought at a local adult book store. This was a couple of years before the internet caught on. I masturbated to the wives pictures and stories because they were real people who I could actually meet. I decided to write to some couples and I had good response, but I had one guy who was very bisexual write me very long creepy letters, so it turned me off. What really bothered me was his letters didnt seem that creepy, until I found a bisexual ad in the same magazine with the same address. The fact that he hid it from me creeped me out, and turned me off to swinging for a year or so. I was concerned about Ted Bundy type of stuff, like I dissapear to some bisexual guys s&m chamber. For you couples out there, its very uncomfortable for the Bull if he has absolutely No contact with the wife until the actual meet.
So go foward to my senior year, I've been laid a few times but not by the girls I wanted or dated, mostly who I "settled" for. I had some girls I could call, but I hated booty calls. The girls wanted to become my girlfriend, so fucking them wasnt worth the trouble to come later. Soon I was to experience unrequited love myself....
Early in my senior year, I fell madly in love with a girl in one of my classes in my major. She had a natural magnetic personality. I had VERY high standards in college, I'v since realized later in life. If you saw the pussy I could have had and turned down, you wouldnt believe it. I was frustrated because I only wanted homecoming queen beauty.
Jeanine was Italian, with huge brown eyes and dark curly brown hair, a huge gleaming smile, fair skinned and perky. Mostly I liked her personality. I never told my parents about her, and when she came up to wish me luck at graduation, my dad couldnt stop talking about how attractive she was on the way home, like a cross between Katie Kouric and Marie Osmond. Thats enough about her. Anyway, I started working out to get her attention, and got into the best shape of my life. This was like a six month project. I focused my entire energy on getting her in my study group, dressing sharp, anything I could think of. I wound up being asked by her to her birthday party, and the worst thing that could ever have happened, I couldnt have imagined it! I'm so buff and hot and her younger sister falls for me! I'm trying to be cool, get to know her sister and figure thats good, but I didnt realize what I was doing. So when she asks to see me after class the next time, I'm sure she wants to go out with me. But she asks me to date her sister. OMG, I was crushed. I should have told her right then, and come on to her, but I didnt know how to deal with women then. So I dated her sister, hoping to attract Jeanine, but my heart wasnt in it. I was railing at the world for being unfair.
So I went home, and I wanted to cry, my six month plan to get the girl I wanted to marry had failed, I was a horny sob. So I decided what the fuck, I will write to these couples and see if this magazine is for real, and not bullshit. I was too frustrated with all the foreplay, maybe I could find some ladies who wanted to fuck me and I didnt have to waste 3 hours on a date and never get laid. I didnt understand why these guys let their wives get fucked, I didnt care. I was too horny. I carefully screened the advertisements, and weeded out the obvious fakes with photography that was too good showing faces and stuff. Most real swingers dont show their face I figured. So I sent out maybe 20-30 letters (ha ha not emails!) and I spent some time putting a nice non-nude photo, and using good stationary. I handwrote each letter so that it would be personal.
I got about 12 responses to my college mail box. I picked a couple in rural North Carolina for my first meeting. She was in her late 40's, and she really got more than she bargained for. I drove about six hours and met her husband in a parking lot where he told me to follow him. I was very very scared, because this is my first time, and I'm worried about some "Deliverance" type of ambush. I dont want my ass raped like Ned Beatty! So the longer we drive I get more concerned. Finally we arrive at a very nice well kept upscale country-style home, maybe you could call it a luxury cabin, and I relax when the wife is on the porch. Shes 48 and curvy, maybe 5'9" and 150 pounds with 38D's. She has a short blond church lady teased hairdo and polyester slacks and white V-neck sweater. I picked an older couple thinking the ad HAD to be real, why would you put a fake picture of a wife with fat rolls. She was very self conscious because I was in such good shape, and I did my best to put her at ease and feel sexy.
I was in the best shape of my life and I could feel the vibe between us immediately. She was squeezing my biceps and feeling my hard shoulders and commenting about how I was the same age as her SON! We had some dinner and smalltalk, and her husband then said, let's go to the bedroom. She laid down and he asked me if I liked to eat pussy. I said no, so he proceeded to eat his wifes pussy, while she turned her head to the right, and kissed me and rubbed my dick with her left hand. After a few minutes, he lifts his head up, and started rubbing her pussy and saying "there it is, ... there it is" and she started squirting. I had no idea this was possible and it was a bit of a shock. She told me to lay back and she opened my bermuda shorts and pulled out my fat cock. Not only do I have 8 inches, but its also very very thick, about six inches around and maybe 7 around at the base. Her husband had told me he had 8 inches, so I figured our cocks would be the same size. Before, at dinner, she told me her hubby had diabetes, so he couldn't fuck her as much. What he actually had was a shriveled 5.5 incher, and thin at that. His cock maybe was like an average hot dog, mine was like three of his cock thicker and much longer. She says "Honey, look at this, wow. Eight inches huh?" Like she was mocking him for lying about his tiny cock. He must have measured from his asshole, ha ha. So anyway, she sucks me hard and rides me and squirts and squirts all over me. Then I turn her over and fucked her for about 1.5 - 2 hours. Now, keep in mind I was in incredible shape from this fitness routine I had done for 6 months. Actually I was lying guys, I figured if I told you the truth, you'd think I was lying. Truth is I fucked her non-stop for about 3 and a half hours. I began to feel my masculinity, and became more assertive and dominant. At one point, I pulled my cock out and told her "I wanna see it, shoot your pussy juice on my cock" and she DID! She had many squirting orgasms, but this one was purely psychological. I had totally taken over the marital bed. Her husband kept urging me to cum ON her, but I couldnt build up enough mojo, she kept squirting and pushing me out when I got close. So she was moaning and squirting and made a huge wetspot on the bed. She was physically worn out, and I actually wanted more. I didnt come. They told me they were tired and wanted to go to bed, and asked me if it was OK that I hadnt cum. They had set me up in their son's room, who was at college. It was upstairs. I wish I had said, "No, I havent come, you go upstairs and sleep in your son's bed, I want more". But I didnt. I said, ok, and I went upstairs and jerked off to finish. That was my first time, I have more I will share, and I have a foto of the first time too, if people want to see. Its so old, its from a polaroid camera ha ha!
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