Being Cuckolded #32 Merry Fucking Christmas Pt.2
I sat on the coffee table, still impaled on the black rubber plug bull had so helpfully pushed me onto. My legs spread open as my wife sucked on my limp, flaccid penis. It felt nice but it wasn't having the desired effect unfortunately, I wasn't getting any closer to orgasm.
I stroked her hair as she worked, feeling guilty, she was trying so hard to make me feel good. Bull was slouched lazily on the other end of the sofa, somewhat amused with me. At some point he had unzipped himself and sat there, huge cock standing proud, a silent invitation to my wife...or a mocking insult to me.
Lifting her head up, my wife looked at me with that mixture of confusion and sadness in her eyes. "It's not working" She pursed her lips frustrated.
"This one's ready for you luv" Bull chimed in, his cock twitching at her. She giggled and pulled her hand away as he tried to place it onto his dick. "Wait your turn you!" she said playfully, her hands returning to me , trying to work two fingers up and down my tiny impotent penis.
I glanced at bull, my ass throbbing still. He looked at me, shaking his head over my wife's shoulder. "Stop thinking of it like a cock" he added. "Now that it's shriveled up and dead you can't treat it like you would a man. Think of it more like...a clit". He seemed pleased with the comparison, sitting there smugly.
My face flushed redder, quite a feat considering how emasculated and self conscious I already was at the time. My wife sat back on her bottom considering this pearl of wisdom, she looked up at me and shrugged. "Worth a try eh?" She winked.
My wife had already pulled my foreskin back and was pouring lube over the little helmet. She looked up and I quickly kissed her full on the lips, she moaned into my mouth, both needy and horny. Cupping me in one hand she began to rub her thumb on the tip of my penis, a firm, slow circle.
I admit, that did feel better, but I would never admit bull was right. I sat there eyes closed, trying to inspire my mind to arousal. "Grind on the plug boy, work that fat ass" Bull chipped in again. If nothing else, perhaps it would give me something to think about and distract me. Slowly I moved back and forth, at first embarrassed about how ridiculous I must look.
However as the rocking motion of my hips worked onto the plug, it did actually begin to feel good. I kept my eyes closed, refusing to be self conscious of how silly I looked. Despite the stinging, stretching discomfort, I was really starting to enjoy it. My wife's increasingly firm rubbing of my penis tip was also starting to give me a very unusual tingle.
After several minutes my groin began to feel funny, a sensation I hadn't felt for so many years. I was going to cum, after all this time it was happening. I felt my wife's lips kissing my thighs as she rubbed faster and faster. I continued jerking my hips on the plug. It was strangely liberating to feel so ashamed and so embarrassed that I had nothing else left to lose.
I grunted, my muscles contracting as the tingling sensation in my groin released. I shuddered onto the plug up my ass, grinding myself down and wiggling left and right as it stretched inside me. It wasn't so much an ejaculation, more a dribble but my balls were very full, so it was a monumental dribble!
I felt my wife's hand cup under me as she caught it. Still rubbing furiously on my penis head, trying to milk me empty. At that moment I didn't care how I looked, I felt incredible, the relief of it was so huge. I opened my eyes and smiled at my wife, she looked how I felt, emotional. My first orgasm in eight years.
We sat there for several minutes not speaking just staring at each other. "So er...what do I do with this then?" My wife laughed, her hands cupped together full of me. I smiled and was about to suggest she do her wifely duty and swallow it. Bull beat me to an answer though.
"Should recycle it, not enough man left in you, wouldn't want to lose what's left lad." The idea was and still is repulsive. My wife however thought this was a good plan, probably because it was getting harder to hold it and she didn't want it going on the carpet.
"Nah..I'll go get a tissue" I said. Bull shouted me down again, telling me I didn't have permission to get off the plug yet. I was tempted with my recent release of happiness to tell him to fuck off, but then my missus cut the moment of friction between us. "I've always swallowed it for you babe..."
It was the kind of disarming but loaded comment only a woman can really deliver. I didn't really have anything else to argue with now, with a somewhat deflated and disgusted grimace I slurped into my wife's cupped hands.
By the time I was finished I had a horrible taste in my mouth and my wife's hands were empty. "Good lad, start as you mean to go on I say." Bull stood up as he spoke, pulling his pants down and taking his shirt off before sitting back down directly opposite me. With a beckoning motion he waved my wife over, his cock still bobbing hard between his legs.
"Time to take care of that pussy" he growled, as my wife straddled him.
I stroked her hair as she worked, feeling guilty, she was trying so hard to make me feel good. Bull was slouched lazily on the other end of the sofa, somewhat amused with me. At some point he had unzipped himself and sat there, huge cock standing proud, a silent invitation to my wife...or a mocking insult to me.
Lifting her head up, my wife looked at me with that mixture of confusion and sadness in her eyes. "It's not working" She pursed her lips frustrated.
"This one's ready for you luv" Bull chimed in, his cock twitching at her. She giggled and pulled her hand away as he tried to place it onto his dick. "Wait your turn you!" she said playfully, her hands returning to me , trying to work two fingers up and down my tiny impotent penis.
I glanced at bull, my ass throbbing still. He looked at me, shaking his head over my wife's shoulder. "Stop thinking of it like a cock" he added. "Now that it's shriveled up and dead you can't treat it like you would a man. Think of it more like...a clit". He seemed pleased with the comparison, sitting there smugly.
My face flushed redder, quite a feat considering how emasculated and self conscious I already was at the time. My wife sat back on her bottom considering this pearl of wisdom, she looked up at me and shrugged. "Worth a try eh?" She winked.
My wife had already pulled my foreskin back and was pouring lube over the little helmet. She looked up and I quickly kissed her full on the lips, she moaned into my mouth, both needy and horny. Cupping me in one hand she began to rub her thumb on the tip of my penis, a firm, slow circle.
I admit, that did feel better, but I would never admit bull was right. I sat there eyes closed, trying to inspire my mind to arousal. "Grind on the plug boy, work that fat ass" Bull chipped in again. If nothing else, perhaps it would give me something to think about and distract me. Slowly I moved back and forth, at first embarrassed about how ridiculous I must look.
However as the rocking motion of my hips worked onto the plug, it did actually begin to feel good. I kept my eyes closed, refusing to be self conscious of how silly I looked. Despite the stinging, stretching discomfort, I was really starting to enjoy it. My wife's increasingly firm rubbing of my penis tip was also starting to give me a very unusual tingle.
After several minutes my groin began to feel funny, a sensation I hadn't felt for so many years. I was going to cum, after all this time it was happening. I felt my wife's lips kissing my thighs as she rubbed faster and faster. I continued jerking my hips on the plug. It was strangely liberating to feel so ashamed and so embarrassed that I had nothing else left to lose.
I grunted, my muscles contracting as the tingling sensation in my groin released. I shuddered onto the plug up my ass, grinding myself down and wiggling left and right as it stretched inside me. It wasn't so much an ejaculation, more a dribble but my balls were very full, so it was a monumental dribble!
I felt my wife's hand cup under me as she caught it. Still rubbing furiously on my penis head, trying to milk me empty. At that moment I didn't care how I looked, I felt incredible, the relief of it was so huge. I opened my eyes and smiled at my wife, she looked how I felt, emotional. My first orgasm in eight years.
We sat there for several minutes not speaking just staring at each other. "So er...what do I do with this then?" My wife laughed, her hands cupped together full of me. I smiled and was about to suggest she do her wifely duty and swallow it. Bull beat me to an answer though.
"Should recycle it, not enough man left in you, wouldn't want to lose what's left lad." The idea was and still is repulsive. My wife however thought this was a good plan, probably because it was getting harder to hold it and she didn't want it going on the carpet.
"Nah..I'll go get a tissue" I said. Bull shouted me down again, telling me I didn't have permission to get off the plug yet. I was tempted with my recent release of happiness to tell him to fuck off, but then my missus cut the moment of friction between us. "I've always swallowed it for you babe..."
It was the kind of disarming but loaded comment only a woman can really deliver. I didn't really have anything else to argue with now, with a somewhat deflated and disgusted grimace I slurped into my wife's cupped hands.
By the time I was finished I had a horrible taste in my mouth and my wife's hands were empty. "Good lad, start as you mean to go on I say." Bull stood up as he spoke, pulling his pants down and taking his shirt off before sitting back down directly opposite me. With a beckoning motion he waved my wife over, his cock still bobbing hard between his legs.
"Time to take care of that pussy" he growled, as my wife straddled him.
11 年 前
Although she would have had me sucking the bull's cock as well...
-pb