Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress - Sex Stories

Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress

... favorite meal and he could never get full or fat from devouring me. It was beyond empowering. It made me feel like a goddess.

After several orgasms, though, I wanted to find out what he and his new friend could do. So I let go of his hair after I came, and tugged at his shoulders, willing him to mount me.

I felt him rub the broad head softly against my petals. I immediately recognized a difference. Not in the texture of his "penis"... but in his actions. He could not actually feel me, so he was being careful, actually looking at our joining to make sure he did not hurt me.

The phallus felt good. As he entered me with a pop, I could tell the difference from his actual member, but the difference was slight. It was of very good quality... it felt real, and somehow his body heat warmed it so it did not feel like cold synthetic.

Slowly he moved in and out until I felt his body against mine. He waited a moment to let me adjust... I smiled up at him reassuringly to let him know I was ready. He felt wonderful. Smaller than Malcolm, bigger than himself.

That was by design. I had picked the size intentionally. Yes, Malcolm's huge cock felt terrific. But think of it like a roller coaster. It is a great, thrilling experience. You probably even want to do it more than once. But you would not want it to be your path to and from work everyday!

Trent began to piston into me slowly. I think he was getting the feel of things... trying to achieve the right rhythm and pace ...

... for my benefit.

I also had the impression he was hesitant. If this worked, it would literally be the first time ever. Bareback he knew he would not last; the first time we tried an extension it ended in disaster. He was being cautious, the way he was before, trying not to blow his load.

I had the same reservations, so I could not blame him.

Gradually his pace increased with his self-confidence. Apparently it was working. As he let go, I was able to relax and let go. soon he had found the right angle and pace.

He looked down at me and mouthed, "I love you, Grace..."

I felt the love as he began driving into me with long rhythmic strokes, and soon I could not help myself. I was lost. I began meeting him thrust for thrust, latching onto his biceps for purchase, digging my nails in and screaming his name as orgasms overtook me.

He did not, evidently could not, stop. Missionary, doggie, scissors, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, missionary again... every position we could think of. Finally, I was beyond spent. I used the key around my neck, intent to release him, so I could take care of him.

He pushed my hand away gently. "You are exhausted. After all the times I got off and left you all worked up with no relief, I think that is what we should do..."

The thought of being able to just lay there and bask in the afterglow was SO enticing. "You don't want to cum?"

He laughed. "Oh you have no idea how bad I NEED to cum... but I can wait. I want to wait. I want to hold ...