Hello,
I am a bit younger than many on this blog but my story is still one of cuckolding and it has affected me in the same way. It's about my first high school girlfriend. We'd dated for a couple of years and I knew, when, after breaking up with her and seeing her at a party, that I was in trouble.
That night she disappeared with the host of the party who was older and a more macho type. I looked around for her, and when I came to a locked door, I called out to her through the door. Instead of her answering 'he' did. He answered not to worry about her, but I persisted. She then told me the same thing, and to leave her alone as we were broken up.
I left, very jealous and mad. Later, she came knocking on my window, wanting to talk. She basically told me to not embarrass her like that again. I tried to ask her what went on, and finally she told me they made out.
Pissed, I wrote her off and walked away. But for some reason the image of her and him did not only make me jealous, it made me hard as a rock that night. I jacked off, utterly confused. It became my foremost visualization over the next couple of weeks, pulling my pud, and progressing the story in my mind to where she was probably sucking him off when I first knocked which is why she didn't answer right away. Remember now we had dated a couple of years and we had just broken up. My first girl who I had loved a lot. It was painful.
A few weeks later, after a fight with him, she called me and invited me over. She told me she was sorry for the way she treated me and explained that it was an infatuation. We got closer, and soon I was working my mouth down her body. She was moaning and groaning like a cat in heat, but stopped me as I reached her pussy.
"Doesn't it bother you that I was with him?" she asked.
"A little, but I'm trying not to think of it right now" I lied. That seemed to be the only thing I could think about.
"Are you sure? Do you still love me?"
"I do. Even more." I said, working a finger into her dripping pussy.
"Are you sure you're not mad at me? Even if I was with him today?"
There was a pause. I circled my finger over her clit slowly in the silence.
"It just makes me appreciate more that you're here with me now".
With that she grabbed my hair and pushed my face toward her pussy. I licked and licked and she came and came. I was jacking off while kneeling on the floor, eating her worn pussy.
After her third orgasm, she told me she wanted to do me now. I told her I already came. "Just from eating me?" she asked.
"Just from eating you." I said.
"Did I, um, taste funny?"
"Sort of, but that's okay." I said.
"Seems like it was more than okay." she smiled.
We didn't stay together much longer, but she would never let me fuck her. She would, however, let me eat her, then she would suck me, then kiss me with the cum still in her mouth. I am now single again but am looking for a girl like her, who will stray and then come back to me.
BF D
