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…