Wimpy White Cuckold Boyfriend Again

I got to date another strong willed beautiful girlfriend I’ll call Janet. We had only been dating a couple of months, and it was she who first asked me out. I was stunned because she was much younger than me and had long dark red hair with emerald eyes, juicy firm breasts, heart shaped ass and gorgeous long legs that continued upward like a skyscraper. Janet turned out to be a sex starved black cock slut and potential slutty white wife. I had no idea what either of these things even meant at the time.

One evening Janet was sitting on the bed watching me undress. I always did so quickly and in a hurry in fear that she might change her mind and not give me the little taste of sex she promised. She was looking me up and down, studying my very slight body with a look of disapproval as was customary. This wouldn’t have shocked me when we first met, but lately she’d been giving me that look more and more no matter what I did and how hard I tried to please her. I could tell she wanted to say something and finally she just blurted it out.

“You really are a wimpy white boy, aren’t you? With your scrawny little body and that tiny little pecker, you don’t do a thing for me in bed. I think I’m going to start looking for a real man, one with a real cock who knows what a woman needs and knows how to give it to her in just that way.”

“You’re breaking up with me?” I whined.

“God no! Why would I do that? I’m just going to fuck other men and you’re going to stay faithful and devoted to me like the little wimp dating out of his league that you are. It probably it won’t end once we get married, if you’re lucky enough that I let you marry me. I’ll be a slutty white wife and you’ll be my wimpy white boy cuckold. Probably I’ll start fucking big black bull cocks and maybe I’ll let you watch.”

Despite my shock, I had heard of relationships like these and they always turned me on as a fantasy. Hearing the words come out of my sexy girlfriend’s own mouth made my little dick stiff and hard. It didn’t go unnoticed by Janet either as it pointed straight ahead like a scared little turtle trying to be brave and getting up the courage to poke its head out of its shell.

“My God, you’re getting turned on by the entire idea. Why am I not surprised?”

“I can’t help it?!” I sniffled.

“That seals it then. I’m going to start looking for some cock studs ASAP.”

“But you can’t,” I protested. “I love you!”

“And you’ll love me even more once we get this relationship on the right track,” she laughed. “Trust me. This will be the best thing that ever happened to us.”

I climbed into bed hoping this was some idle threat to make me try harder, but even then she just pointed down at her crotch and told me, “Don’t even think about fucking me with that little erection tonight. Just get your face down there and do what you’re good at! If you’re really good I’ll let you jerk off when you’re finished.”

I did what she wanted, eating her hot pussy for all she was worth. She seemed wetter and more turned on than usual and afterwards she didn’t only let me jerk off but insisted I did so while she laughed and called me names.

On the weekend, I came home to find Janet dressing in one of the sluttiest outfits I had ever seen her in. She had on a really tight nylon top with no bra and her nipples pointed out the way my little hard on did, looking at her. There was no back to her top so her tramp stamp stood out. Her dress was so short I could glimpse her panties when she sat or bent and angled her hips in a certain way, and this was aided by her too tall stiletto fuck me pumps. In addition she had painted on an extra layer of heavy make up to make her look like a dirty street hooker from the ghetto or something.

“Where are you going?” I asked in the least threatening or accusing tone I could manage.

“You know exactly where I’m going,” she reminded. “I told you I need a real man and I think I should be able to find one pretty easily tonight.”

I begged and pleaded with her not to go, but she laughed and patted my head like a puppy and told me, “Don’t wait up.”

Even though I was angry and jealous, I kept it to myself, and when it turned midnight and she still hadn’t returned home, my anger and jealously started to turn to concern over her safety and the possibility of her leaving me. Eventually I drifted off to sleep with visions of her having kinky sex with some strange man and a raging hard on, that confused cause it came with these visions of my girlfriend and these faceless men.

I was awakened by her coming into the room the next morning still in her slutty, though then disheveled, outfit. She wore this huge smirk on her face and sat on the bed beside me.

“I found myself a real man,” she informed me. “He’s a huge muscular black man named Eugene and when I say he’s huge, I’m not just talking about just his height or bulk. I lost track of how many times he fucked me last night, but he gave me one more great fuck just a couple minutes ago in our driveway while dropping me off.”

She pulled back the covers to see my little raging hard on. She laughed. “If your little pee pee is so found of being a cuckold and the humiliation that comes with it, you’re going to love eating my lover’s scum out of my pussy until it’s nice and clean.”

“Can I do it with you too if I do a good job,” I asked pathetically?

“No,” she laughed. “But you can jerk yourself off while you eat me as long as you can walk and chew gum at the same time. Now get on your knees and clean my used pussy, loser! I expect you to do a really good job!”

I got down on the floor on all fours by the bedside and she smugly lifted her dress and pulled off her panties and fell back on the bed spreading her legs. Her used well fucked pussy stank of sex and her pussy lips were red and swollen and there was white sperm leaking out of it. I reluctantly began licking and lapping at that used pussy, tasting and licking up the cum that spilled out and tracing her lips and teasing her clitoris the way she liked me to.

“That’s it! Suck all of Eugene’s potent black seed out of your girlfriend and future slut wife’s used dirty snatch. There must be at least six loads in there so you probably won’t even need to eat breakfast today!”

When I finished my job Janet got me to sit on the bed and jerk myself off while she watched. As I jerked she started to humiliate and verbally abuse me, “You poor sissy boy, this is really a pathetic excuse for a cock. Eugene’s is at least three times as long and probably that much thicker too.”

She told me to cum in my free hand and gobble it down like it did her lover’s. Her humiliating words made me come almost immediately. She laughed and had a ball with my predicament. She patted my head again and told me what a good boy I was with an amused contempt tone in her voice.

Later that day, while doing some domestic chores, the phone rang and I answered it. “Listen to me, you tiny dick sissy boy,” a very deep masculine voice demanded, “I’m the guy fucking your future slut wife. I’m coming by in one hour and you better make sure my slut is naked and that pussy of hers is shaved like a newborn.”

“Okay,” I said more shocked by my own words of submission even than his of dominance over me.

“That’s ‘yes, daddy’,” he corrected, “If you don’t want that sissy boy ass whipped.”

“Yes, daddy,” I responded, “I’ll do as I’m told.” I felt like a total pathetic wimp as he hung up the phone. Janet had heard the conversation and was already laughing before I even confirmed her suspicions.

“How cute,” she laughed. “You have a daddy. Well, you better come upstairs and help me get ready. I don’t think your little wimpy white sissy boy ass could handle to hard a whipping from your new big black bull daddy.”

Eugene showed up right on time as promised. We were waiting in the living room, Janet naked on the sofa with her legs spread and freshly shave bald pussy exposed. When the doorbell rang she sent me answer it. Eugene pushed me out of the way and marched straight for the sofa. Janet and he kissed passionately as he sucked her tits and fingered her hot wet pussy.

“You have any problem with this, sissy boy?”

“No, daddy,” I said and felt the heated shame in my face as Janet laughed hysterically.

Eugene ordered us all upstairs and then made me strip and kneel just outside the bedroom door and wait to be called. I waited on my knees and was forced to listen to my girlfriend’s cries of ecstasy and orgasmic pleasure. Finally she let out her loudest shattering orgasm yet followed by Eugene grunting and groaning out his relief as he pumped her pussy fill of his potent black seed.

“Get in here, boy!” Eugene called out after a bit. I walked in to see the two of them sprawled side by side on the bed, hands behind their heads. Janet’s legs were spread with that similar look her pussy had to the one she had brought home from her last evening with Eugene, red and swollen with cum just leaking out. Eugene’s giant cock was flopping across one leg, glistening with Janet’s pussy juices and looking like a cobra coiling up for a nap after just having taken a dip in the pool.

When Eugene saw my little tiny hard on, he laughed out loud and my girlfriend joined right in with him.

“Suck my sperm out of your girlfriend’s used pussy, sissy boy!” Eugene ordered.

“Yes, eat it all up,” Janet added as I got on my knees at the foot of the bed and buried my head in her used snatch and began making slurping sucking sounds. “This is going to become one of your main sources of protein in your new diet.”

When I finally finished and was certain I had gotten it all nice and clean in addition to giving her a couple orgasms, Eugene demanded one more thing. “Now, clean off daddy’s cock the same way!”

I picked up his dick and held it so I could lap all around it, including his big hairy ball sack, tasting the musk and sweat mixed with Janet’s sticky juices. Eugene’s cock inflated to the size of my forearm as I did so and my girlfriend quickly pointed it out.

“You better put daddy’s big dick in your little cock sucking mouth,” she teased. “Give him one of those orgasms like you gave me so he’s nice and relaxed again.”

I took it and stared at the big raging purple head and somehow fit it in my mouth where it continued to grow and almost stretched my jaw to a near breaking point. Eugene held the back of my head firmly and started fucking my mouth hard. It seemed to be taking forever probably cause he had just got done fucking my girlfriend.

“See what a sissy cocksucker cuckold your boyfriend is?” Eugene asked Janet as he continued pumping my mouth harder and harder.

“I sure do,” she told him. “You think he’ll make a good husband?”

He assured her “With the proper guidance and training this will become the best sissy slave slut cuckold hubby you could have ever dreamed of having. I have some friends who can help us out too.”

“I’m sure glad I kept him around despite his inadequacies.”

“I don’t want him fucking you anymore.”

“I’ve made that pretty clear,” Janet laughed. “I only let him jerk himself off.”

“No,” Eugene cut in, “I don’t want him getting off at all unless he’s earned it. We’re going to fit him for a cock cage, and make him work for the right to even touch himself.”

Eugene finally pump his semen into my mouth, making me swallow it all after showing my girlfriend what it looked like in there before the big gulp. Then he left leaving me alone with my girlfriend. I tried reasoning with her while we were alone.

“I’m not sure I can handle things like this,” I told her.

“You did just fine. I can’t wait to get married now, but Eugene is correct. You need some more training and guidance before you’ll make a good sissy slave slut husband. The cock cage will do you a world of good. Having to earn your little ejaculates will make you more eager to please and serve. We’ll have you fitted for one tomorrow and you’ll learn to love it.”

The next day, Janet brought me to this sex shop Eugene had told her about. It was run by a very stern mature dominatrix. Janet asked her for the smallest cock cage she sold, humiliating me by emphasizing the word “smallest” and saying even that might be a little bit to large for me. She and the store owner laughed at the joke together. Then Janet horrified me by asking the lady if she could fit me personally.

I was mortified as the dominating mature older woman led us into a back room and told me to drop my pants and “panties” and then laughed out loud at the size of my little dick which was also sporting an erection at the humiliation being aimed at it.

“My, my… this really is a confused little fella, isn’t it,” she teased. Then turned to Janet and asked, “How do you cope with this?”

“I just recently hooked up with a big black bull boyfriend who has the cock the size of a anaconda and can use it like a jackhammer.”

The woman laughed and spoke to my little erection, “Are you a cuckold you poor little thing?” To make my horror even worse, my penis jerked and dribbled a dab of pre cum at the woman’s question and both she and Janet burst into laughter at my plight. The woman none the less fitted me into a very tight cock cage and handed Janet the key.

Eugene came around to check on the fitting. He liked the fact that it was especially tight and would get even tighter as I became excited. I asked when I would get relief and what he meant by earning it. He explained his point system to me.

“Whenever I come by fuck your girlfriend, you’re going to clean us both up. I’m also going to be sending some friends around to meet her. You’re to do the same for them. You get points for everything you do satisfactory and I take them away for any complaints from anyone for any reason. After you earn so many points you can jerk yourself off.”

With that he pushed my girlfriend up against the wall and said,” I can’t stay long but I have time for a really good quickie. Take off your panties, slut. Hold up that dress and spread those legs. Wimp, you get down there and make her wet.”

I knelt down and lapped at my girlfriend’s pussy until she started to get wet and excrete juices and then got Eugene’s cock ready with a good sucking. I was told to remain kneeling so I could have a close up view of a real man’s cock ramming his huge dick into my girl. He went balls deep into her tight gripping pussy and she cried out in pleasure as he stretched her out. Her hole looked almost tight and virginal around his huge man meat.

“You love this, don’t you, slut?” he snarled as he rammed into her. “You’re a filthy black cock slut now, aren’t you bitch?!”

“Yes, yes, daddy!” she gasped, nearing orgasm. “I am a whore for black cock and a future slutty white wife. I love black cock and need it!”

“See what a slut I’ve made of your girlfriend, wimpy white boy? I think I’m hearing wedding bells. It’s almost time for a cuckold slut wife wedding. Of course your honeymoon won’t be like most. She’ll never take anything but black cock again so we’ll have to find a few guys to stand in for you on that honeymoon. You can watch of course.”

“Yes, yes, make me a black cock slut wife and my husband a wimpy white cuckold hubby!” She screamed out in orgasm and Eugene climaxed right alone with her. He had me suck him clean before he left, leaving my girlfriend behind sobbing and wanting more.

“Clean me up, you useless little wimp,” she demanded as she came down from her high!

The next several months, Janet became increasingly crueler even when talking about our wedding plans. She made my frustration worse by prancing around the house in nothing but her birthday suit. When she was not with Eugene, she would make me sleep naked with her and my cock would go crazy trying to break out of its cage only to get squeezed and tortured. This whole time I never got a bit of relief.

My final indignity didn’t take very long to arrive. One day she just brought it right home to me with a bright smile, “I think it’s time we set our wedding date. I haven’t been using any birth control and Eugene has knocked me up with his potent black seed. We’re going to have a black baby.”

“What,” I cried? I actually broke down and started sobbing.

“Oh stop that,” she said laughing and rubbing my back. “This is a great day for us. Our friends and family will all know you are a cuckold. And your black daddy is so proud that we’re going to have his baby, he promised to let you have a little relief on our honeymoon while you watch me get gangbanged by a group of black bulls. We’re going to live happily ever after.”

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Eating A Bachelor Party Stripper Gangbang Creampie

Acting impulsively means acting without control despite knowing the consequences which will most likely ensue. Now I can’t claim to have expected these types of consequences, not exactly, but like the guys always now say and I have to agree with despite myself, I should have known something at least not comfortable was going to come out of this.

It all began at a bachelor party for my friend Carl. Like most bachelor parties, it was very important to have fun entertaining party girls on hand. One of these girls would and even desired to go that extra mile for the appropriate required price of course. I think I most have walked by the door to the room the guys gave her and stopped and stared in to watch almost every guy she fucked.

I was hoping to get a turn of my own of course, and when I finally did discover her alone, she was passed out drunk, exhausted and tired. Instead of just going in and taking my turn like I had planned, I decided to leave, but heard her moan and looked back to see her shift in her drunken stupor.

Her legs spread and this gob of white sticky ooze started to drip and slip out of her swollen red overused pink pussy. She was a slut and a stripper and a whore, and I know I should have whipped out my cock and slip it inside her and added my jizz to the rest, but instead I did something that amazes myself to this day.

I made sure no one was watch and I got down on my knees between her legs and started eating her gangbanged used pussy. I just wanted a taste. I can’t even explain why, but when I heard her moan and felt her put her hand on my head subconsciously, I didn’t have the heart to leave her so decided to finish what I begin. All I wanted to do was bring this dirty whore to ecstasy as she had done for so many cocks that night.

During the course of this though and unbeknownst to me, a couple of guys who had wanted seconds or thirds had returned to the room and caught me in the middle of my shameful dirty deed. I noticed them, but when I looked up and thought of stopping she did too and wiped my chin of some spunk and said, “I think there’s a little more.”

I’m not sure if she meant on my chin or between her legs, but I went for the later and heard her start moaning again like a girl who is loving sex for the first time. I tried to ignore all the shocked snickers and stunned observations like, “he must be wasted out of his fucking skull.”

I just continued trying to give this used bachelor party whore who had probably been through at least twelve guys, at least, the most pleasure I assumed she had ever received in her life. Plus I didn’t want it to end so I wouldn’t have to face the other guys and explain myself. I just kept slurping and slobbering loudly to all the laughter in the room that also seemed to be growing.

I finally had to move aside to let some guys slip their cocks in her while being promised to get my spot back as soon as they were finished.

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My wimpy white boy boyfriend and future cuckold husband would rather crunch numbers than satisfy my horny hungry womanly needs. He’s what you would call a “dork” or even a “nerd” but he’s my dork. I was feeling a bit naughty today so I put the moves on him which he denied. He’s either gay or non-human since no straight man can resist it when I wrap my future slutty white wife and current black cock slut girlfriend lips around their pole. Again, he wouldn’t hear any of it so I had to call in some big black bull cocks who think about white pussy 24/7 and nothing else comes close. I made my boyfriend/cuckold wear a chastity belt so there was no chance he could get an erection……….hahaha, like he ever could. He witnessed the carnage that was happening as my white pussy housed several black dicks and my face was stuffed full of never-flaccid dick. It may seem to be cruel punishment for him but I don’t even remember the last time he made me cum which was no problem for black cocks I was partying with this evening. He cleaned up after our black guests by inhaling all the black jizz off my body no matter where it landed since he knew any future of us together would depend on how well he cleaned up his girlfriend! AND IF YOU WANT TO SEE HOW GOOD OF A JOB HE DID ON MY ASS JUST CHECK OUT THIS CLIP – HE WORKED ALMOST AS HARD AS HE DID ON MY MOUTH!

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Creampie Eating Cuckold Basic Training

True to her word, my high school sweetheart and very first girlfriend Lucy started teaching me about sex like she had promised me she would when we had first met months earlier. I had actually no idea she was turning me into a creampie eating cuckold that would one day get sexually excited by being humiliated and performing acts no “real man” should ever think of doing. All I knew is that she promised me that beautiful sexy women and girls who were completely out of my league would want to meet me and experience the kind of pleasures I could offer them if I learned everything she had to teach me.

I didn’t even think to ask her why she would want this. I guess I just sort of assumed she wanted to be less ashamed of me and something she could show off to her friends since she herself was way out of my league, even though I was a senior and she was a only a freshman. Guys like me just didn’t get girls like her. Girls like her were for guys like guys on the football, who by coincidence did get her, a lot according to rumors where as I, her own boyfriend that everyone knew about hadn’t even seen her naked yet.

She promised to start me off slow – which was something I was even less concerned with than in other girls besides her wanting me, though in hindsight I should have been, though not for the reasons she teased, like “inexperienced little boy overload” – and since I had nothing to compare this slow training to except dirty magazines and television and movies – which she assured me was all from the male perspective and did nothing for women like her who were the only ones who could appreciate guys like me – I could hardly not take her word for things I would probably have questioned had I an inkling of information on the birds and the bees and the ways of the world.
For instance, the first time I had anything comparable to sex with her, I felt it strange that she needn’t have been there at all. It was pretty much the way I had been having sex with her, they way she told me to, at my own home when she wasn’t even there, except she was there and watching and encouraging me in that confusing humiliating way of hers.

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with a little loser sissy using his hand and his imagination in place of the girls he wishes he could have actual real sex with. Of course in this place, since you’re my boyfriend, I don’t want you thinking of anyone except me or I’ll have to punish you for being naughty.”

“I would never,” I assured her, feeling foolish because now she had me feeling not only ashamed of being a little loser who had to jerk off over his own girlfriend, but guilty if I even accidentally allowed anyone else to creep into my mind while doing it, even if for a mere second before quickly bringing my fantasies back to her. Once again she had gotten me to confess to something, I probably should have kept my mouth shut about, especially since it was such a private. But for some reason, she had the ability to make me come clean about anything. If I had broken the law and she were a cop, or I had crossed some criminal organization she was working for, I’d probably be even more fucked than I am today, if that were somehow possible.
Still though, now she not only wanted to know about my private moments, but she wanted to control them too, control what I thought and fantasized about. It started out with just fantasizing about normal sex acts with her, and then kinkier ones which were still okay, but then she started suggesting I begin thinking about her and the football players. I couldn’t understand this, but I did it, reluctantly at first, but then I started to enjoy it more and more and it was making me have better and better orgasms which made me feel completely mortified and ashamed and confused.

It always brought me back to that day in the stall when I had done the same self-degrading thing without any encouragement from her at all. It was as if she somehow knew I had done that and was trying to get it out of me in a subtle if not unorthodox way. The kicker was, I now felt guilty for keeping it from her. I’m certain she would want to know, if for no other reason than she wanted to know everything, and this was more than just a little anything I felt.

For the moment though she was more concerned with something else, and I’m not sure if this was better or worse. She wanted to see me jerk myself off in front of her while she watched and cheered me on like a supportive girlfriend should.

“Oh, come on, don’t be such a little baby,” just take it out and start playing with it. “I’ll bet you don’t even jerk off over me at home when I’m not around.”

“I do! I swear! All the time!” I declared, this being the thing she got me to confess too. She seemed to forgot hearing me do it over the phone while she acted out having sex with one of the football players which I told her she should consider a career in acting for. “It just feels so weird doing it in front of you.”

“What’s so weird about it? Just close your eyes and pretend I’m not here. Or rather pretend I’m not here and you’re here all alone pretending I am here,” she giggled and had a hard time stopping laughing about, covering her mouth like she thought she was hiding her laughter for my benefit.

Eventually or course, I finally found myself giving in and unzipping and pulling down my pants, and then my “panties” as she liked to call my underwear – she insisted I switch from boxers to jockeys – when she wanted to make me feel more vulnerable. For a second I thought this experience might not be as bad as I had anticipated until I got my underwear down past my hips and she put on a big smirk took my hand and placed it on my cock and started moving my wrist until I was stroking myself.

It started feeling really good. Even with her watching with that big grin on her beautiful face that masked that twisted mind. Then she started telling me about how me stroking myself reminded her of the time she was with Billy and Mike from the football, the guys in fact who had pointed out her number on the bathroom wall, only she was the one doing the stroking and she had one of them in each of her hot soft hands before she started taking turns sucking each one of them off with her warm wet mouth switching and sucking on not only their cocks but their hairy swollen balls too, and then just like at home as of recent, at the worst possible time, I exploded all over my belly with a loud sigh and moan, and felt the shame wash over me like dirty rain while she burst into laughter.

“My God, I hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet. You’re way ahead in your training! We’re going to make the greatest couple!” I liked the idea that we were going to be a great couple, but I still felt humiliated and ashamed that I had ejaculated while stroking myself in front of my girlfriend who I hadn’t even seen naked yet, while she told me an old war story of her getting gangbanged and used like a suck slut by two of the guys on the football team. On top of that I couldn’t help over hearing something she had mentioned about my being in training…
While I was taking all this in, Lucy seized the moment to scoop my sticky ejaculation off my stomach where it had landed when squirting out of my spurting cock, and shoved her fingers in my mouth, “Here taste it! Do it! And don’t fucking bite me! You don’t know if you like something until you try it! Lick my fingers! Lick them clean, cum eater!” And whether or not it was my shock or her commanding voice, I did exactly as she commanded. Not that I had much choice. She was working them around inside my mouth so roughly they would have come out clean just from abrasion. But I admit I started licking and sucking like she wanted despite my reluctance, and she loved it, and then she continued to feed me the rest laughing through the entire thing and calling me things like “cum eater” and “penis puller” and encouraging me to “eat all my cum” until every last sticky drop was gone from outside my belly only to end up inside.

Then she just smiled at me shaking her head, “I told you you’d like it. I do believe I can train you to like, and more importantly do just about anything I want.” And with that, I realized my training from Lucy was only beginning…

Creampie Eating Cuckold Wonder Years

I guess I’ll never know whether or not I could have become something other than an emasculated submissive creampie eating cuckold sissy slave slut, but I do know that the moment my very first girlfriend set her eyes on me, my chances of ever becoming what most people consider a “real man” had diminished that much more considerably. She once assured me I would have turned out this way, eventually regardless whether by her hand or some other horny high school slut who needed lots of clean ups.

“It might not have even been a woman if I hadn’t come along when I did,” she would often tease, whenever I’d be reluctant to try one of her humiliating sexual experiments or one of her latest original bizarre ideas of which there seemed to be no end. “You should be thanking me. Unless of course you’re disappointed you hadn’t saved yourself for that opportunity.”

She was of course the first person I ever had sex of any kind with, and she knew it. In fact once she got me to admit I was still a virgin, despite the face that I was a senior, and she held it over me and used the information to manipulate and mold me into exactly the kind of boyfriend she wanted. You see, even though she was just a freshman when we met, she was already sexually active with a notorious reputation that preceded her. To make matters worse for me as her boyfriend, she was proud of her reputation. At first I thought she just craved the attention, but I was soon to discover she had an insatiable craving for other things too.

One time during the early days of our relationship when people were first starting to hear that we were a couple, I bumped into two of our school’s top jocks in the bathroom and one of them was quick to point out some scribble on one of the stall walls to me.

“Hey, isn’t that your girlfriend’s phone number?” One asked. It was, but the words above it were JUICY LOOSEY, an obvious play on her name Lucy, and the fact that she was considered both attractive and promiscuous. While one of the jocks jotted down her phone number on his book cover right in front of me, the other patted my back and said to make sure she brushes before I kiss her or I might taste something I wouldn’t want to. Then they both walked out of the bathroom laughing.

I was furious, jealous and embarrassed all at the same time, but I couldn’t do anything about it because even just one of those jocks could kick my ass, let alone two of them. Instead I cut class and stayed in the bathroom and tried my best to scrub, scratch and scribble over the number on the stall while I sat on the toilet trying not to cry in case anyone came in that might hear me. Then the strangest thing happened. I found myself with a raging erection that needed to be satisfied. I couldn’t understand it because I was still jealous and furious, and I couldn’t get the images of Lucy having sex with those jocks out of my mind, but for some sick reason it was turning me on and making me horny. So I unzipped my pants and relieved myself as quietly as I could right there and the moment following orgasm, the humiliating shame of what I had done really poured in.

When I bumped into Lucy later and told her about the incident, leaving out of course the part about me jerking off, she found our confrontation, if you could call it that comical. “Imagine those guys pretending they don’t have my phone number,” she laughed, and when I questioned her about talking to them on the phone she informed me quite indignantly that she had a life before she met me. “I can’t very well stop guys from calling me just because I have a boyfriend. That’s supposed to be the boyfriend’s job,” she pointed out accusingly. “If I found out girls were calling you, I’d surely do something about it. Not that you’d know what to do with them anyway.”

I must have looked like I was about to cry because then she laughed loudly, and kissed my cheek and said, “Don’t worry. I don’t expect you to beat up anybody. And when I think the time is right and we’ve been going out long enough, I’ll teach you everything you need to know about sex. In the meantime I have needs that have to be taken care of because once you have sex you get those needs. Be happy you’re still a virgin and don’t have those problems.”

I didn’t like the sounds of that, but when I questioned her about it, she said we’d talk about it later. “Not today later either,” she added. “Later, later! Now give me a kiss and be off to class like a good little boy.” And then she held out her cheek to me the way a mother would and I kissed it like she had taught me to do, and then she held out her hand for me to kiss to, and I bent and did it even though when I glanced around I saw people watching and smiling…

True to her word, Lucy did start teaching me about sex, sex her way…

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