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Discovery of a cuck queen part 4 - Mff - xposted | 2016
This is the continuation of a story of something that happened to me a pleasant summer almost a decade ago.
I want to warn you that this is not the story of a loving guy and gal who bring another gal into their lives. This is the story about a guy who wanted revenge, a girl who found herself loving the abuse and a girl who found herself loving helping the guy and abusing the girl, her secret enemy.
Basically, I was being an asshole and my “gf” loved and hated it.
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Players -
Me – 19 years old, back dating my ex, my first love, who cheated on me and left me, then came begging back. I was angry and wanted to make her pay. This involved getting her to agree to let me fuck around while we dated.
Mel – My ex. She agreed to be my GF while I dated other women so she could know how it felt, but found herself getting more and more aroused as I told her about those other dates. Mel was a bit of a dead fish in the sack until she started feeling the need to prove herself against my other dates.
Stacy – A FWB from a few towns over. She knew Mel at college, were they were “friends,” but held a dislike of Mel because Mel tended to be snotty to her and say vaguely hidden mean things about her. Stacy knew that I was dating Mel and getting off on the whole situation. Stacy was a freak in the sack with no holes barred and no suggestion too kinky to at least try once.
Carla – Not in the story any more. By this point she wanted to “go steady” and I did not.
Kelly – Appears briefly. A high school fling in town for a few days. A pretty vanilla chick, but with a high sex drive.
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I saw Kelly the next day and Mel the next night. She had hit something of a turning point and as soon as we started getting dirty on the couch in her basement, she immediately asked if I had fucked the bitch on the cell. I said no, but had been with another girl that day.
Kelly liked being outdoors and are typical meet up involved a short hike, a picnic in a secluded place in the woods followed by fucking on the blanket. We used condoms and it was fun, if not all that kinky. That day we had done just that. She was a small athletic girl.
Mel started to take off my pants and asked me to tell her about it.
“We went on a hike,” I said.
“Ah,” she said, “Kelly from High School right.”
I made a sort of strangled woops sound as she got my boxers off. “I'm not saying yes and I'm not saying no,” I said as Mel started to suck my dick. She was kneeling on the ground in front of me. She had her head on the tip of my cock, stroking my shaft.
“So we had a bit of a picnic lunch and then made out and fooled around for a bit,” I said.
Mel paused, “details,” and went back to sucking.
“Lets see,” I said, distracted by the pleasure on my cock, “She likes her nipples played with a lot, so as we kissed I got her bra off and reached up her shirt to play with her nipples.”
Mel slid her free hand up her shirt and made a happy moan.
“Then,” I continued, “she slid her hand into my pants and started to stroke me and I slid my hand into her and fingered her.”
Mel moved her hand down unbuttoned her pants and slid her hand inside.
“How,” she asked around my dick.
“Just the clit,” I said, “light circles, I couldn't reach in deep. Enough into her pants.”
Mel bobbed her head up and down my cock, stroking me faster, and I could hear her hand making little wet schlicking sounds in her pants.
“When I got hard enough,” I said, “She pulled her pants off and then mine, left my boxers on and climbed up and started to fuck me girl on top.”
Mel moved me onto the floor, stripped her pants off and underwear and got a condom from her pocket it, slid it on me, and got on top, kneeling around me and sliding my cock into her.
“Like this,” she asked as she started to fuck.
I reached my hands under her shirt to fondle her breasts for a moment before I answered.
“No,” I said, “She was like on the balls of her feet, not kneeling.”
Mel tried this and couldn't get the balance right. Every time she lifted, I would plop out. Finally I interrupted her.
“But then we moved to doggy style.”
Mel relaxed some and got onto her knees, “fuck me,” she said.
I moved in behind, slid in and then grabbed her hips and started to fuck her hard.
“She masturbated as I did,” I said, and Mel copied the act.
I fucked her hard and fast and continued, “I just kept fucking her until I came and she came right afterward, as I was pulling out of her.”
“Do it to me,” she said, “cum inside me, make me cum.”
I fucked her harder until I blew my load and then stayed inside her until she told me to pull out. She came as I did, though Kelly had not TRIED to do so, it had just happened that way.
We lay back moaning and relaxing. “Is that all,” she asked.
It actually had been. Kelly and I had packed up after that. Walked back to the car and parted ways pleasantly. She was leaving for a trip the next day.
“No,” I said lying. “When we were done, she pulled the condom off me and went down on me until I was hard again.”
Mel made a face, “But the condom lube tastes so gross, not to mention the semen inside there.”
I shrugged, “She doesn't care, she wanted to get me hard again to get me off again. It's ok if you can't do that, I don't expect that sort of thing from you.” I know, asshole.
She got that look in her face like the night before and reached down, pulled the condom off and with a disgusted noise took my cock into her mouth. I was hard again in about ten minutes and once the taste had mostly washed out of her mouth, she had gotten into.
“Then what,” she asked.
“Oh,” I said, “I fucked her face. Like we normally do. She said she wanted to feel like a used slut.”
Mel blushed deeply at that, but lay with her head propped up on a couch cushion and I straddled her face and started to fuck it until I came again. I head my cock in her mouth feeling it swallow and said, “Make sure you suck every drop out my little slut.”
A bit later, I asked her what had changed.
“I realized something last night,” she said. “When we got back together, I promised that to make up for what I did, that I would do everything you asked for the summer. At the time I was expecting you to make me swallow and fuck my ass. I was worried you might try to get me to do a threesome or something.” I laughed, “The thought has crossed me mind.”
She nodded. “I realized last night that I was fighting that and I was going to lose you because of it. That girl who was texting you, you'd pick someone like her over me if I wasn't able to go through with this. I made a promise to do whatever you wanted. If that means letting you tell me about your conquests or . . .” She paused a bit, a long pause, “Or messing around with you when you still smell like another girl. Well if that's the price of winning you back, I'm going to do it.”
I didn't say anything at that. As I have mentioned, I was being an asshole. I was planning to dump her no matter what at the end of the summer. After all, she cheated on me THEN dumped me for the guy, true vengeance would be to do the same to her.
She continued though, “Whats more though, I realized that . . .” the next bit came out in a rush, “I really like it, so much more than I should. I like knowing, I like the dirty way it makes me feel and deep down I want you to do more, to push it farther.”
She wouldn't look at me now and I said nothing as she continued, “I have never been the girl in bed that you wanted me to be. Maybe that isn't how our relationship is supposed to work. Maybe what I really need is a guy that always comes home to me, but stops at other women's houses on the way home. Since this started, I've been having the best orgasms of my life, you almost never got me off more than once a night when we dated, I came four times the other day and I was thinking about what dirty things other women let you do to them.”
How do you respond to that without sounding like the eager 19 year old you are?
“Maybe,” I agreed, “Maybe that was what was missing from our relationship. We had the emotional part down, but didn't click on a sexual level.”
We talked a bit more, I was too worn out to get hard again but I went down on her until she came and left. But before doing so, I made a statement that was half a question.
“Just so we understand each other,” I said, “I'm going to take this up to another level, I'm going to push you on this pretty hard, not just because I'm a dirty pervert, but to see where it leads us.”
She nodded, “Just . . . just take it slow, don't rush it.”
I left and as I drove home I thought about my date with Stacy the next day and started to plan.
I got home and hopped on AIM (yeah, everyone used it before the facebooks) and saw Stacy on. I detailed my conversation with Mel, what she had agreed to and Stacy found the whole idea hilarious. Her first response was, you should tie her to a chair, blind fold her and then fuck me in the same room. What a cutey!
But no, I had another idea, a smaller step, and I laid it out for her, only a small shift in our plans for the next day.
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I was supposed to be at Stacy's around 10 pm, to meet her around back and play in the basement like we normally did. There was a small park down the street where I normally parked my car and on a few occasions had used as a make out spot.
I pulled in around 9:15 and saw Stacy's car there already waiting for me. We got out of our cars, kissed passionately and she put my hand under her knee length skirt so I could see she had no panties on. She was already wet.
“You little slut,” I said teasing, “Your all wet thinking about what you are about to put Mel through aren't you.”
“I have to admit,” she said, “I've masturbated twice today thinking about it.”
I laughed and led her deeper into the park, heading for a picnic table that I had slid partway into a small tree grove a few years earlier. It didn't look out of place but it was mostly out of sight from all but one direction.
We made out for a bit, her hands rubbing my back and ass, mine undoing her bra and rubbing her breasts while sending a hand down to explore under her skirt.
“Each and every finger,” she whispered, “Make her taste me over and over.”
I made a game of it. Sliding my thumb into her pussy, “This little piggy got into a sluts pussy.”
My finger, “this little piggy went deeper.”
My middle finger, “This little finger was going to be cleaned off by Mel.”
Etc. One finger after another pushed as deep as possible into her pussy, getting slick.
When I was done she maneuvered me onto the bench so that I was sitting leaning back against the table and pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles. She got up and sat on my cock, sliding it in, her legs going under the table, we maneuvered some until she had leverage and she began to fuck me. Slowly, in no hurry. It was getting close to 10 and I was going to be late.
“She's expecting me in like 10 minutes,” I said as Stacy slowly slid her pussy up and down my cock.
“Fuck her,” She said, “I'm marinating your cock for her, she should feel grateful.”
I laughed at that and enjoyed the feeling of her sliding up and down when inspiration hit me. I pulled out my phone and dialed Mel.
“Hi honey,” she said picking up the line. “Looking forward to seeing you soon, I just finished shaving down there to be nice and clean for you.”
“Oh that's great,” I said and moaned slightly as Stacy picked up speed, “but I'm going to be a tad late.”
Stacy very purposely let out a low moan very close to the receiver.
Mel was silent and then said, her voice sounding a tad husky with arousal or anger, “how late?”
“How much longer,” I asked Stacy who was grinning madly and not stopping her slow assault on my cock. At the speed she was going, I probably wouldn't be cumming any time soon.
She leaned to my other ear and whispered, “Tell where we are, invite her to watch.”
I frowned at that, too soon, and said into the phone, “Maybe 20 minutes later depending on how fast she lets me cum. But we are at the park by your house, so I will be right over afterward.” Stacy kept making low moaning noises, which were both real and faked as she was trying to keep her voice from being recognized.
Stacy whispered in my ear, “I bet she's touching herself.”
I laughed and asked into the phone, “Are you touching yourself Mel.”
“No,” she said but her voice was soft.
“Your wet though aren't you,” I said.
A slight pause before, “Yes.”
“What's turning you on more, that you can hear her, that we are close enough you could probably get down here and catch the finale or that I'm going to have you suck her juices off my fingers and then suck the sex off my cock, remember, she and I don't use condoms.”
There was a long pause before, “all of it you ass.”
“Touch yourself,” I said into the phone, but Stacy complied as well, reaching between us to finger her clit.
I heard the sounds of a door closing and then a low moan as Stacy complied.
“She's doing it,” I said to Stacy who started to fuck me faster, pushing me towards orgasm and began moaning more herself, starting to have trouble losing the fake sound of her voice.
“Oh fuck,” I heard Mel whisper, “tell me whats going on.”
“We are on a park bench,” I said, “I finger fucked her with every finger for you to taste and now I'm sitting on the bench and she's riding my cock and masturbating.”
Stacy whispered again, “tell her I'm imagining she can see us.”
“She says,” I said into the phone, “That she wishes you could see us.”
Mel just moaned, I am pretty sure I was having trouble talking by that point as well.
“Tell her,” Stacy whispered between moans, “Tell her that I'm going to make her eat your cum from my pus, pusy, pus.” She came on the word, I remember it clearly, the stuttering orgasm, her clenching down hard on me and it pushing me over the edge, I came deep inside her quivering body, the phone still against my ear, moaning loudly in orgasm.
“What's happening,” Mel asked, her voice betraying that she was still masturbating.
“We both just came,” I said, “Simultaneously. She told me that she wanted to make you lick my cum from her pussy and the idea of you doing it, pushed her and I over the edge.”
Mel said nothing on the phone, but her breathing grew more ragged.
“Think about that,” I said to her. “I'm on my way over, I'm not going to clean up, you are going to taste the pussy and cum on my dick in a few minutes, think about eating it from her wet pussy. I want you to cum before I get there.”
“Yes sir,” she said and I hung up.
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