Buck got there almost as soon as we hung up the phone. He was wearing sweats with a flimsy net top showing all his rippling muscles and his package was poking out the front of his pants like that was what was holding them up. My wife noticed me eyeballing it and laughed, “having fond memories are we?” My face turned completely red and Buck started laughing too.

“I love your outfit,” Buck told me. I had put on only the apron like my wife said. It had a completely open back. “You get all dressed up for me?” I shook my head and he turned back to my wife and asked her if it was her idea. She smiled and said she thought he’d get a kick out of it. Then she walked to him and pulled open the elastic waist of his sweat pants to peak down inside. Her eyes almost popped out of her head.

“Holy fucking shit! He sucked this thing?” She looked at me. I was red face and ashamed almost ready to cry from the humiliation of my own wife knowing I was a cocksucker. Then she disregarded me and turned back to Buck. “How’d he do?”

“Not bad, not bad. Took him a few times to get the hang of it, but he’s a natural.”

“Does he spit or swallow.”

“I think he wanted to spit, but I got him over that right quick?”

I felt like a fool standing there having my cock sucking skills judged by the guy who turned me into a cocksucker, and my wife who was certainly about to become his lover.

“Well, he does like the taste of semen. He mentioned he told you about how he gulps down my lovers little leftovers.”

“Yes, he did. Now what about you? What do you like?”

“Well, this is good for starters,” my wife told him, and then right in front of me, she placed her hand on that big package and started rubbing him into his monster form. I didn’t realize how much black monster meat I had actually taken down my own throat until I saw it growing in her tiny hand.

Joanne turned to me and said, “Hon, why don’t you go upstairs and turn down the sheets for us. We’ll be up in a few minutes.” She turned back to Buck and asked him, “You don’t mind if he watches, do you?”

“Hell, no, not as long as he makes himself useful and I don’t have to take any time outs to put him over my knee and whip that ass!”

“You might have to do that just for fun,” my wife laughed. She turned to me, “Well, what the hell are you doing standing there. You wanted this as much as we did.”

“You heard your wife. Get that boney little ass up those stairs and get your bed ready so I can fuck your wife in it.”

It finally hit me what I had gotten myself into and I burst into tears and turned and ran up the stairs to do as they said. I heard them kissing loudly and laughing behind me and following me up.

I pulled back the sheets just in time for him to pick up my wife and toss her down on our bed.

“Undress her,” he ordered me. My wife was more than cooperative, even patting my head when I started sobbing and telling me everything was going to be okay. I unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her bra and exposed her huge boobs to him.

“Okay, I got the rest,” he said, pushing me out of the way with huge eyes and taking her meaty breasts in his hands, kissing them and making her moan and squirm on the bed right in front of me. I started sobbing again, uncontrollably.

“If you want to stay in the room, be quiet and sit in the corner and play with yourself. Think happy thoughts,” he joked. This made my wife laugh and she wrapped her arms around him as he pulled down her slacks and suck on her tits and slipped his hands in her panties to really get her going.

“Damn, you wouldn’t believe how wet this slut is.” He pulled out his hand to show me, holding it up were I could see it all wet and shiny in the light. “I’ll bet when she comes home but not before she leaves, right?”

He laughed, along with her again and I wept and continued stroking my little hard cock under my apron. I was overwhelmed with feelings of shame and humiliation and couldn’t decipher the confused conflicting feelings of being turned on by this and at the same time mortified at what was happening.

Buck got my wife’s long squirming legs up over his shoulders and turned to me, “This is it friend, I’m going to make her pussy love me the way your mouth does and ass is going to!” He slipped a portion of his cock into her and made my wife’s eyes grow wide and moan with pleasure.

“Oh my God,” she said, “Oh yes! Fuck me with that big black monster cock, tear my pussy apart the way my little wimpy dick husband can’t. I should have done this years ago. This is so fucking great!”

Buck sank his cock down into her and he pussy swallow all that meat a lot easier than my throat had. He began fucking her, slowly at first and then with made thrusts and power making her scream for more and cum multiple times.

When he thought she had had enough, he let out a loud grunt and thrust deep into her emptying his potent black seed deep into her womb. He lie there a few moments dripping with sweat as was she. Then he rolled off her slipping his huge dripping spent man meat out of her pussy.

“Get over here and clean me off you little pussy. Then you can do the same for your wife.”

I crawled over on all fours and took his black cock into my mouth. It was dripping with both his and my wife’s fluids but I had eaten creampie before. As I sucked him, my worn out wife rubbed my back and told me what a good boy I was. I accidentally got him hard again, trying to get off all the juices.

“Get back in your corner,” he ordered me, “You’re going to have to wait on your snack. I need to fuck her some more.”

“You’re too talented a cocksucker, honey,” my wife told me and they both laughed.

I climbed back in my corner and watched and had to go through two more cycles before actually getting to bury my face in my wife’s massacred muff. I was deleted to discover I could give her a few more orgasms after the workout she had gotten from Buck.

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…

“Today, limp dick,” she reminded, letting me know I hadn’t already been in position before she had even entered the house and taken her seat. I rushed over to her and dropped to my knees and started kissing the wet spot of her panties, knowing this is what she liked before having me remove them and really going to town sucking out all the spent semen of her most recent lover whoever he might of been.

“Taste familiar,” she asked? “Guess who fucked your wife today, you pathetic little cuckold wimp, and if you get it wrong I’m going to whip your ass with my favorite paddle like there’s no tomorrow.” I was about to answer even though I had no clue and assumed it was someone new since she had trained me to be able to tell the difference between the taste of all her lovers exactly with the paddle she was talking about.

She stopped me before I could answer though. “Forget it,” she said, “I’m going to beat your ass beet red anyway, just because I’m in that good of a mood. Maybe I’ll even let your cum through your cock lock today as long as you can do it without getting hard!

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