


                                           JOHN THE CUCKOLD


                                                    by John P

                                               Copyright© 2011


Chapter 5

Bill arrived on time with his business client and they were
greeted at the door by Barbara and Katy. I was still upstairs,
arranging Katy's powder-blue sheer nighty over my now hairless
frame. It was short, barely covering my knicker-clad bottom. As I
examined my little bulge and the cuteness of my pert bottom in
the mirror, my dick began to stir and I was alarmed. I didn't
want everybody to see me with a hard-on pushing out the light
blue transparent knickers that I found so sexy to wear.

My nipples showed through the nighty and, as I tweaked them
between fingers and thumbs, I wondered briefly where the girls
would take me to get me my own clothes. Just then, I realised
what I'd just been thinking and worried about the weirdness of it
all. What was I doing? What was I letting these women do to me?

Barbara had her husband's friend pegged just right. She knew that
John DID like wearing knickers and that he would need very little
persuasion to extend his wardrobe. She would choose the right
clothes, the right colours for him, and the sex toys she had in
mind for others to use on him would be stimulating both to him
and to the sex partners she would see that he entertained in the
future.

Barbara came into the bedroom and said that the men were here and
they were ready for me. She told me how good I looked and checked
me over one more time before leading me downstairs to where
everybody sat. My nervousness was causing me to blush and keep my
head bowed but when we entered the living room, Barbara cupped my
chin and made me look up. Everybody stood up as we entered.

Our guest was a tall man, black, early 30s, and stood about 6'1".
His slim build suggested that he didn't indulge in excesses of
food or drink and his business suit was immaculate, tailored very
well to his lithe body. He wasn't handsome at all, by anybody's
standards, but I detected a strength in him, a presence that
demanded respect.

Bill introduced me to Mr. Wenga, saying to him that he was sure I
would be happy to please him in any manner he thought fit. "And,"
he added, "Katy will make sure that he behaves himself, won't
you, Katy?" My very pregnant wife smiled at Mr. Wenga, telling
him how pleased I was to be chosen for him.

Katy took over then, telling me to turn slowly for our guest, to
show him how pretty my knickers were. My eyes darted to the tall
black man's crotch and I spotted the beginnings of a tent in his
pants. I saw that his glass was empty and I took it from him to
refill it. I knew that he watched my bottom and legs as I went to
the drinks cabinet and I felt a buzz knowing that I was
attracting him.

As I walked back towards him, glass in hand, his eyes were fixed
on my crotch and I was afraid that my dick might start to get
bigger, that I would embarrass myself. He took the drink from me
and pulled me down to sit on his lap, beginning immediately to
run his hands over my body. My nerve was starting to go now as
his fondling began to actually feel good. His hand went under my
nighty, his fingertips stroking my chest and eventually my
nipples, making them tingle and become erect.

I couldn't hide it and everybody in the room saw it; my little
dick began growing inside my knickers. He pulled my head down to
his, bringing his lips against mine and forcing his tongue
between them. I sucked his thick tongue as his hands roamed over
my body and my arms went round his neck, wanting more of the
same. As our tongues wrestled with each other, I thrilled to his
touch as he aroused me even further.

Bill and the girls watched as I responded to this black stranger,
watched me behave like a girl on heat. My hips pressed forward,
wanting his hands to touch my dick, and I surprised myself when
my hand went down to fondle his stiffness. I was being used like
a girl and I found that the experience was turning me on more
than I had expected.

"Would you like to come upstairs?" I whispered to him and he
nodded. "Will it be OK if Katy comes up too? She has to keep an
eye on me," and he agreed.

I stood then and took his hand in mine, leading him towards the
stairs. As we climbed the stairs, Katy followed us, watching as
he fondled my bum through my knickers.

In the bedroom, he took me in his arms and kissed me gently, his
tongue snaking into my mouth. His hands went inside my knickers,
caressing my bottom tenderly. I was expecting to be thrown down
and raped but he was treating me like a girlfriend, actually
making love to me. This unexpected treatment was most pleasurable
and I was beginning to look on this favour to Bill as not in the
least onerous.

Using my hands, I started to undress what I could reach of him as
he kissed me and he helped me to strip him. His chest was big and
covered with those strange whirls of hair that Negro men have and
I looked at his long nipples, wondering who had sucked them so
much to make them elongated like that. I took a nipple between my
lips and he held my head gently as I suckled.

Katy watched my performance, ensuring that Mr. Wenga was pleased
with me and relaxed in a chair to rest her very pregnant belly.
She also got to see the large black weapon that she hoped would
penetrate me soon. When I saw it, I had to touch it and he waited
patiently as he watched me put my hand around it, feeling the
thickness.

"Kiss it if you want to, honey," he said quietly, and I DID want
to, very much.

I sank to my knees and looked closely at his 7-inch black cock
with it's large knob, and I saw the clear pre-cum that leaked
from his pee-slit. Unable to resist, I licked the slippery fluid,
tasting it's saltiness and he gently held my head as my tongue
bathed the knob, making it shiny with my saliva. As I opened my
mouth to take in the large knob, I looked up at him and he looked
down at me with what looked like love in his eyes. I wasn't used
to this; Bill used me and I secretly enjoyed that he forced
himself on me and took his pleasure with little thought to my
feelings on the matter.

This big black man was obviously a romantic, I suppose like I
was, and he treated me tenderly as he would a virgin girl. I
looked into his eyes as I began to suck his cock further into my
mouth and he stared back at me, playing with my ear and running
his fingers through my hair. My worries of force or violence had
left me and I basked in this man's obvious pleasure as I tried my
best to make him feel good.

I moved slightly so that Katy could see better, so she could
watch me as I pleased this stranger and then the thought occurred
to me. 'Why am I not concerned about Katy watching me do this to
this man? Why do I want her to watch? Shouldn't I feel humiliated
that my wife's watching me do this?' The truth was that it
excited me and if Bill and Barbara had come upstairs to watch
too, I would have been even more excited. Why did it affect me
this way?

"That's nice, honey," he said to me quietly. "That feels really
good. Would you like me to cum in your mouth, honey? You can spit
it out if you don't like it."

I nodded, feeling his big balls as I sucked his cock as deep as I
could. I gagged and, concerned, he said, "Easy, honey. Don't hurt
yourself. Not so deep."

His balls were large, well, larger than mine, and they moved
inside his ball-sac as I fingered them. His hot cock filled my
mouth and I began to wank his shaft with my free hand, feeling
his hardness. With just his knob in my mouth, I wanked his shaft
faster, and he began to pant and moan, "Oh honey! Oh, so good!"
over and over. We continued to look into each other's eyes and I
saw his lust take over from his passion.

Thirty seconds later, he held my head tight and his body became
rigid, and I felt his cock jerk as the first hot spurt of his cum
shot into my mouth. He came and came, shooting gob after gob of
his spunk to the back of my throat and I tried desperately not to
swallow it. I could feel the pulsing of his cock in my hand as it
pumped his sperm into me, and I realised with panic that I might
drown in the copious viscous fluid.

His groaning and shuddering aroused me as his seed covered my
teeth and gums, and the salty taste of his spunk thrilled me as
he continued to fill my mouth. My fingers caressed his balls,
encouraging them to empty themselves into me. He trembled as the
pumping stopped and he held my head still so that the last few
drops would join the torrent which had already filled my mouth.

When he released my head, and I was certain that his balls were
empty, I slid his cock out of my mouth.

Katy said softly, "Show him, John. Show him what he did in your
mouth. Wait till he tells you and then swallow," and I nodded.

Opening my mouth wide, I waited until he'd inspected his spunk
and when he was satisfied, he nodded to me. I swallowed as he
watched and he raised me to my feet, kissing me once more and
putting his tongue inside my mouth to taste the remnants of his
ejaculation. His hands stroked me softly, tenderly, and he pulled
me toward the bed, lying me down on my back.

He pushed up my short nighty and kissed my belly, inserting his
tongue into my navel and wiggling it around. It tickled, of
course, but not as much as when he took one of my nipples between
his lips and tongued it. His finger and thumb pinched my other
nipple gently and I tingled at his touch. His big black hands
were surprisingly soft on my body and I caressed his black
shoulder, stroking his neck on occasion and touching his cheek.

He kissed down my body until his lips found my little dick inside
my knickers, now stiff because of his gentle stimulation. The
material was flimsy and I felt his hot breath through my knickers
as his lips and tongue ran along the short length of my erection.
His continuous attention to my dick made the material soaking wet
but he kept up his licking, moving his fingers to my little balls
and gently squeezing them.

His experienced fingers moved to feel each leg-band in turn and
his arousal once again began to show itself in the lengthening
and thickening of his large dark penis. It moved on my leg and I
could feel the heat that it generated. My legs were wide open so
that he could fondle me anywhere he wanted to and his
preoccupation with my knickers seemed to be evident because he
didn't look at my face any more.

I reached for a pillow and held it there in my hand until he saw
it, and then he took it from me and I lifted my hips up so that
he could place it under my buttocks. I lifted my legs up, drawing
them back to my chest and locking my arms around them to keep
them there so that he could reach the gusset of my knickers and
feel my bottom. But his head went down there, licking the
knickers where my bottom was tightly covered by the material.

He pushed his tongue hard against my knickers, trying to force
the material up inside my bum-hole along with it. I could feel
his hot breath on my anus and the pressure from his tongue gave
me a weird feeling but a very pleasant one. He kissed the insides
of my thighs and where parts of my buttocks were bare, butterfly
kisses that tickled my sensitive areas. His tongue licked my skin
and eventually pushed the gusset of my knickers to one side, and
he tried to penetrate my bum-hole with the tip of his tongue.

Mr. Wenga was working me up again and when I glanced in Katy's
direction, I saw that she was laid back in her chair, legs wide
open and her hand diddled her pussy as she watched her husband
being made love to by this black man. The bump made it difficult
for her to reach her pussy, being so big that she had to go round
it to get between her legs.

I was soaking wet now, my knickers retaining his saliva and my
bum-hole was thoroughly drenched and, when he inserted two of his
black fingers into my bum-hole, they went in easily.

He moved up the bed to lie beside me and he kissed me,
whispering, "Turn over, honey." Once I was on my belly, he moved
behind me and pulled my hips up to make me kneel with my bottom
high in the air. The next thing I felt was the tip of his tongue
again as he pushed in into my anus after lowering my knickers to
just under my buttocks.

Katy brought a chair over to sit next to me, and was now getting
a close-up of my humiliation at the hands of another man. Mr.
Wenga didn't even look up as she began to whisper in my ear.

"You want his cock fucking you, don't you, sweety?" and I nodded
the best I could with my head down on the pillow. "You will ask
him nicely for it, won't you?" and I whispered, "Yes," back to
her.

His fingers were in me again and he twisted them to open me up,
spitting saliva around my bum-hole for more lubrication. I was
excited, becoming more aroused as he prepared me for the fucking
I was going to get. I moaned and panted, and moved my bum back to
get more of his fingers further into me. He responded by becoming
more aggressive, realising at last that he didn't need to make
love to me like a girl but he could use me as he wanted.

"Please, sir," I panted, "please fuck me. Please put your cock in
me." Then a thought flashed in my head. 'Oh God, why do I want
this so much?'

He knelt behind me and I felt his big knob touch my pucker,
thrilling me as I knew that he would fill me with his meat.

"Fuck the bitch!" said Katy, almost nastily, and I was surprised
at the venom in her words. "Make the bitch scream!"

This was meant to encourage Mr. Wenga to treat me less gently
and, as he pushed hard into me, I had to push out my sphincter
quickly so that it wouldn't hurt so much as his cock entered my
bum-hole. The thickness of his cock hurt me and I wanted to beg
him to stop but he'd been fired up, encouraged by Katy to use me
as his bitch, and it was how she obviously saw me. His strong
hands held my hips, forcing me to stay in place as he used me.

He began to thrust hard into me, fucking in and out, giving me
much pain each time he bottomed out. It was dull pain but I have
to admit that it began to feel much better as my hole widened out
to accommodate his man-meat. Then it began to feel good and I
found myself pushing back against him, wanting more of his black
cock inside me.

My arousal had started to take me over and he took my moaning as
a signal to fuck my bum harder, ramming faster into me in a yet
more violent manner. I was beginning to pant with the excitement
that his hot cock was making me feel as it thrust deep into my
rectum and the friction between his meat and the walls of the
tunnel inside me just made me hotter.

"The bitch wants more cock!" Katy cried. "Give it to her! Make
her bleed!" In the midst of my arousal, I heard her words and I
agreed with her. 'Yes, hurt me!' I thought and I realised that
all sense had left me. I wanted his cock further inside me,
wanted him to use me like his bitch and wanted Katy to watch me
as he did it! Each word that came out of my wife's mouth spurred
us both on, him to fuck me harder and deeper, me to want to be
used more savagely. I needed a man to dominate me, to bend me to
his will, and my humiliation was the price I was more than
willing to pay.

'Use me!' I thought. 'Bring your friends and let them use me
too!' I screamed silently in my head. 'Let June watch too! Let
her watch her daddy being used by lots of men! Watch, June. Help
them, June, help them to put their cocks in me!'

The big black man fucking me so vigorously began to moan and I
knew his climax was imminent. He would cum in me! He would breed
me! And I wanted him to! I wanted him to empty his large balls
into me, to inject me with his seed. And I didn't care who
watched me behave like a slut!

The big black cock inside me lurched and I knew what would happen
so I braced myself as the first gob of hot spunk shot into me. I
felt the hot viscous liquid deep inside me and I wanted the rest,
wanted all he would give me. His arms went around my waist,
holding me tight so that I wouldn't escape as he tried to
impregnate me with his potent seed. The jerking cock continued to
pump his hot spunk into me and I felt each spurt add to the hot
seed already pooling there.

"Breed her! Make the slut squeal!" cried Katy, now beginning to
cum on her own fingers, and I watched briefly as her eyes rolled
up into her head as she groaned through clenched teeth.

His cock was relentless, pumping countless millions of sperm into
my bum-hole, and I stayed there, on my knees, waiting to receive
them all. This real man was sperming his bitch, spunking inside
his willing girl-friend, and I was kneeling there, desperately
wanting him to empty his balls into me.

"Oh honey," he cried. "So good! So fucking good!" His powerful
hips were hard against my bottom and although I was impaled on
his long cock, it felt so good as he bred me, forcing his
masculine juices so far up in me. I was his girl, his plaything
if that was what he needed. I would beg for his cock next time,
beg on my knees for him to fuck me. I was a slut now and I knew
my responsibilities to please all men.

His cock stopped jerking inside me and I knew that the dribbles
which would come later would join the rest of his seed which must
have become a large pool inside me. Katy's orgasm had stopped and
she watched her husband taking the last of the black man's sperm
up his bottom. She knew then that I was a willing partner for any
man she cared to make me have sex with and I hated to admit it,
but I knew it too.

Mr. Wenga pulled his cock slowly out of me and he examined the
gaping hole left behind. As it slid out of me, I thought, 'Nooo!'
but he was the man and I was the slut so what he wanted was all
that mattered.

"Thank Mr. Wenga for fucking you, John. Clean his cock for him
like a good girl should," said Katy and I blushed, embarrassed at
what she was making me do for a stranger but I had to do it. I
always had to do what Katy said... and Bill... and Barbara... and
maybe June later?

The large black man climbed off the bed and I knelt up, intending
to join him. It was then that I felt his spunk run out of my
bum-hole and I placed my fingers in my now distended hole to stop
any of it reaching the bedclothes or the carpet.

I knelt before him, saying what was required of me. "Thankyou,
Mr. Wenga. Thankyou so much for fucking me." I took the large
softening cock into my mouth and began to clean both his spunk
and my natural juices from it with my tongue and was pleased when
his hands ran through my hair, indicating that he was pleased
with my efforts to provide him with his sexual release.

Katy spoke up again, saying, "That's right, sweety. Clean up the
nice man's cock, you little slut."

Then, speaking to Mr. Wenga, she humiliated me further as I
sucked and licked his man-meat. "Did you know he cleans me up
after my lover fills me up with spunk? He kisses my lover's baby
too, don't you, slut?" I nodded but my cheeks burned with the
humiliation she was heaping on me. "My lover fucks him too and he
loves it, don't you, slut?" and I nodded again, feeling the black
man's eyes regard me now with contempt.

When he thought I'd finished cleaning him, Mr. Wenga pulled out
of my mouth and began to dress. I was left on the floor, on my
knees, with a very stiff dick. My knickers were still wet from
Mr. Wenga's saliva and my fingers still plugged my gaping
bum-hole. It was then that the I realised that I needed to sit on
the toilet bowl as quickly as possible. I rushed past them both
and got to the bathroom in time to sit on the toilet, whereupon
my bowels opened and the spunk which had flooded me was expelled
from my body.

After some time in there, I went back into the bedroom to find
that it was empty. They had already gone downstairs and I could
just hear the goodbyes between them before Bill left with Mr.
Wenga in his car. When I arrived downstairs, Barbara kissed me
and I looked at her, wondering what it was for.

"You did a good job, John," she said. "Mr. Wenga was very pleased
with you. He's going to recommend you to his friends. Now,
because you've been good, I'll take care of your little dick. Do
you want sucking or wanking?"

"Can I have both?" I asked timidly and she laughed.

"Of course you can," she said and she knelt before me and pulled
down my knickers. "You know, you really look good in girls'
clothes. Don't forget that we're going to take you shopping
later. Take your nighty off so it doesn't get in the way."

Then I stood there as she wanked me, sucking my knob and tasting
the salty pre-cum. Her talented tongue worked my dick well as her
hand stroked my little shaft. Katy stood beside us, watching as
Barbara got her jollies with my dick, pretending she was sucking
off her 12-year-old brother all those years ago.

As Katy watched us, she began to comment. "You be needing a bra
soon, John. We'll see about buying you one when we go shopping.
We'll have to get you tampons too. We can't have you leaking cum
all over the house from your bottom, can we?" and I blushed
beet-red.

I came hard and Barbara swallowed my spunk, tasting it as it
passed over her tongue. It was soon over and I was surprised when
Katy told me to make Barbara come with my tongue. "It's what
you're good at," she said, not altogether kindly.

As Barbara sat in a chair with a leg hanging over each chair arm,
I knelt before her and tried my best to please her. I licked her
labia and ran my tongue from her rosebud up to her clitoris and
back again, tickling her with the tip of my tongue and nipping
gently with my lips and teeth.

Katy knelt behind me and continued with her comments. "You have a
lovely hole, John. It was made for cock. I always wanted to fuck
a man and I often thought I should have a strap-on dildo. What do
you think, sweety? Should I have a cock too? A nice big one that
would force your hole open? Would you like me to fuck you, John?
Would you like your wife's cock up inside you, sweety?"

I could only nod as my mouth and tongue were busy bringing
Barbara closer to orgasm.

Barbara took up my humiliation when Katy stopped. "Would you like
me to fuck you too, John? Get my rubber cock right up inside your
little bottom?"

She stopped talking just then and her body began to shudder as
her cum began. Her bottom left the seat and she held herself in
that position as her pussy began to produce cum-juice. It flowed
onto my tongue and I swallowed it, waiting for more to follow.
Her orgasm continued and I desperately licked and sucked her hole
so I could get it all.

When she'd finished, she fell back onto the seat and I cleaned
her pussy, removing all the signs of her climax.

"Well, John, I wonder what you would look like wearing stockings.
You certainly have the legs for them. That cute bottom of yours
certainly needs some new knickers too. We'll see what we can find
in my favourite shop. Helen always knows what looks good on girls
with dicks."

Turning to Katy, she said, "Make sure he's ready for the girls'
day out next week. We don't want him trying to back out at the
last minute,"and Katy nodded, saying, "Leave it to me. He'll be
ready."


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