First-Time Cuckold

by Vivi King

  “You go first. I’ll come soon,” I whispered, knowing we couldn’t be seen leaving together.

  “You’re sure Pete’s okay about it?” he asked as if unable to believe his New Year luck had already started.

  “It was his idea,” I assured him. “Go quickly before anyone notices!”

  He began to leave.

  “Tony!” I hissed anxiously.

  He turned back to me, his face a picture of childish excitement.

  “What?”

  “The room number perhaps?” I smiled indulgently.

  Tony hit himself on the forehead with his palm and told me then, with extraordinary speed, he melted into the crowd and disappeared.

  I went back to our abandoned table and located my champagne glass. It was empty but a quick glance around the party-popper-covered devastation revealed a quarter-full bottle that was still fairly cold. I emptied the bottle into my glass and downed half of it in one long draught.

  Two minutes later, I sidled out of the room through the quietest door and walked as casually as I could through the hotel’s brightly lit corridors towards the bedrooms. My chest felt tight, my heart was thumping and my knees felt weak. I had to pass through reception to do so and to my horror had to smile and nod to a couple of acquaintances who were putting on their coats.

  It felt as if the eyes of the world were upon me; as if I had the word ‘adulterer’ on my forehead; as if everyone knew where I was going and why. I had to steel myself, saying over and over in my mind that it was nonsense but to my shame this only added to the thrill. By the time the lift had reached the right floor, my knees were even weaker and my pulse was racing.

  God alone knew what state my knickers were in!

  For a moment I stood outside the door, double-checking it was the right room. It stood slightly ajar; a glow spilling through the crack to invite me in. I should have had second thoughts as I stood on the threshold of committing adultery yet another time; I should have had the traditional battle between good and evil going on inside my head but right then, the overwhelming impact on my mind was coming from between my thighs.

  I knocked on the door, pushed it slowly open and stepped inside to where a tall, strong male body was waiting in the semi-darkness.

  I had barely passed into the room before a wave of pure, unconstrained lust overwhelmed me and I simply fell on Tony, pinning his astonished body to the wall. Our mouths collided hard and passionately, lips apart, tongues entwined, deep in each other’s throats. My hands were on his body; on his face, in his hair, on his bulging groin.

  Once he had recovered from the shock of my assault, Tony responded in kind. His hands were on my waist, on my back, on my buttocks as we kissed frantically, our tongues writhing around each other until a small stream of saliva began to drip down my chin. Then his hands were on my tiny boobs, crushing them cruelly through my dress and bra.

  It hurt so much; I loved it even more!

  My hand massaged his bulge, my hand, pressed between our bodies fumbling with his belt. I felt my dress being raised and instinctively lifted my right leg then looped it around Tony’s left, making room for his probing, exploring fingers. In an instant, his hand was on my vulva, fingering me through my tights and knickers.

  I moaned into his mouth, thrusting my tongue as deep as I could between his lips; he sucked on it. I felt his fingers slipping inside the elastic of my waistband and diving deep inside my tights to grab my buttocks. His strong hands were on my bony cheeks, squeezing them, forcing my vulva hard against his hips.

  His grip was rough; it hurt too but again, I loved it.

  Our mouths still sealed together, his hands tore at my tights, ripping the delicate nylon with ease, exposing my new black panties. His fingers slipped under the elastic front, sliding down my belly and between my thighs to cup my vulva...

  He froze!

  “Jesus Penny! You’ve shaved!” he gasped in astonishment

  “That’s right; I’ve got a real pussy now,” I hissed, panting a little, not wanting the momentum to slow. “Like it, Lover Boy?”

  “Do I like it? Christ Penny! It’s the most erotic thing you’ve ever done!”

  “So far!" I challenged. "What does it feel like?”

  “Hot! Smooth and hot! And wet!”

  “So what are you going to do with it?” I hissed again.

  “I’m going to lick it, Penny!”

  “You’re going to what?”

  “I’m going to lick your bald pussy, Mrs. Penny Barker!”

  “Then stop talking for Christ’s sake!” I growled. “And get on with it. Lick my new pussy! Lick it hard!”

  Tony’s fingers worked on my vulva with an energy and passion unlike anything they had done before. My newly-shaved, highly sensitive skin felt every microscopic undulation in his fingertips as they worked their way over every millimeter of my bared flesh.

  “Mmmmm! Mmmmm!”

  I moaned into his neck, clinging to him for balance as I trembled and shook. My right leg still raised, my left knee went weak as Tony’s fingers finally entered the moist mess of my slit and worked their way along the folds of flesh within.

  My vulva must have been gushing if the heat that emanated from my groin was to be believed. Everything felt different; every sensation heightened by the newness and lewdness of my bare pussy. Tony’s fingers entered my vagina, twisting left and right, driving into my loose cavern with force. Another finger joined the first, then to my amazement another, stretching me painfully, more tightly than I had ever felt before.

  My knees trembled uncontrollably for a second then gave way. I collapsed against him, feeling his strong body against mine, some of my weight taken by the strong hand in my pussy, my boobs tight against his chest. A moment later my vagina had been deserted, his arms were beneath my legs and I was being carried bodily towards the bed.

  The mattress was soft under my back, bouncing as Tony straddled my body, dragging my too-short dress upwards until it was jammed under my armpits. His hands tore at my tights, the remaining strands of nylon parting easily, their unsecured legs sliding down mine until they bunched at my knees.

  He grabbed at my black panties; the damaged elastic yielded even more. A moment later they were away, God knew where and Tony’s handsome, lust-filled face was plunging down between my thighs.

  “Ooooohhhh!”

  My whole body convulsed as his tongue touched the electrified flesh of my newly-shaven vulva.

  “Jesus!”

  I shook with heightened pleasure, my thighs closing on the sides of his head. He lashed out with his tongue a second, then a third time.

  “Jesus fucking Christ!”

  Though not in Pete’s class, the tonguing Tony gave my freshly shaved pussy was simply sublime. Within seconds my whole body was rocking with climax after climax, all small but gathering strength with each cunnilingual assault. My fingers grabbed his hair, first pushing his mouth away from the source of almost unbelievable delight then pulling him hard against my mound again, desperate for it not to end.

  I felt his hands slipping under my buttocks, raising my hips to give him easier access. My legs fell even wider apart as if trying to draw him bodily into my most private place. Again and again his tongue lashed my slit, from its base to my hooded clitoris.

  I could hear the wet, sloppy sounds emanating from between my thighs as my juices flowed freely onto and into his mouth. Tony’s technique was sound; the ripples of climax quickly became waves and I heard myself moaning loudly. His tongue entered my vagina over and over again, fucking me while his fingers played with my cheeks and, to my surprise, with the cleft between.

  As Tony’s chin massaged my perineum I felt the tip of one of his fingers working its way up into my anus. Drunk and on heat, it still shocked me; though I had read a lot about it, neither Tony nor Pete never played in those regions of my body so it took me by surprise.

  “MmmmmMMM!!”

  The single finger was working its way into my rectum
as his tongue worked its way into my vagina. I was being invaded in two places at once. The feeling was amazing but disturbing at the same time. Something deep within me wasn’t ready for whatever Tony had in mind but I was too confused either to object or comply.

  Fortunately I needed to do neither. Tony had clearly decided that enough foreplay was enough because the next thing I knew, both my vulva and anus had been abandoned and he was mounting me quickly and efficiently.

  Tony’s tall, slim body rose over mine, casting a shadow over my eager, anxious body. His broad chest blocked out the light, his strong arms either side of my shoulders held me helpless beneath him as his hips descended and his erect cock brushed against my belly.

  I lowered my hand between my thighs, grabbing his thick shaft, directing its smooth, rounded head towards my entrance. I felt my inner lips being parted and Tony’s head beginning to enter the dark cavern beyond.

  But then he paused.

  “You want me fuck you Mrs. Barker?” he growled.

  “Yes! Yes! YESSSS!” I wailed; this teasing was cruel.

  “Tell me! Tell me how badly you want it!”

  “Badly! Really badly! Oh Christ I need your cock!” I croaked.

  This was no act; I really did crave this stubby cock inside me again.

  “Where do you need it Mrs. Barker? Tell me!”

  “In my cunt! I need it in my cunt!”

  “In your what?” he hissed.

  “In my pussy! My shaved married pussy!”

  Just saying those words sent a shiver of excitement through me. My legs opened instinctively wider and my hands flew to his well-toned shoulders.

  Tony thrust his cock into my capacious vagina with a lustful force that shocked me, driving his short, stubby but wonderfully thick shaft past any and all resistance my slit and inner labia dared to offer.

  “Christ!” I exclaimed as my entrance was stretched brutally wide, brutally quickly.

  “You said we had to hurry,” he grunted, withdrawing an inch or two,

  “I know but... Jesus!”

  I half yelled in shock as he forced himself hard into me again, driving himself home until his pubic hair rasped against the place mine used to be. His shaft was thick, but its base was even thicker, stretching my over-sized entrance to its limit.

  “Is that better?” he asked with a wicked leer, knowing what his cock must be doing to my body.

  In an instant I remembered why I loved being fucked by this man. I felt tight again, young again, sexy again, as if my three kids hadn’t passed through that part of my body, destroying my youthful elasticity on their way.

  “Stop congratulating yourself and fuck me!” I told him with an equally lustful smile.

  And that’s what he did! There was no time for subtlety; no time for love or romance and yet even now it remains one of my most memorable fucks. There, in Tony’s friends’ borrowed room, surrounded by their open suitcases and half hung clothes, on my back on their rumpled bed with my dress crudely shoved high under my armpits, my lover fucked the living daylights out of me.

  Dimly concerned about the neighbors in the rooms next door, I tried hard not to scream as the orgasms began, weakly at first then building rapidly. But it was no use. I bit my lower lip, then my fingers and finally the edge of the pillow but no amount of material could fully stifle the wild, feral sounds that escaped my mouth.

  The breeding frenzy hit about half way though, opening my thighs impossibly wide, my hands on his buttocks pulling hard, finger nails digging into his flesh as if trying to draw my lover bodily into my womb. My head thrashed from side to side, my body convulsing under his, my vagina in spasm, clamping over and over again onto the thick shaft on which I was physically and emotionally impaled.

  Tony had seen the beast within me before, but not as wild and uncontrolled as it was that night. Time and again I cursed him for not fucking me hard enough; begging him to go deeper and faster to take me to even greater heights of climax. As his thrusts grew wilder and more frantic, I heard my own voice calling out in wild crazy gasps, begging him to cum inside me; to fill my married cunt with his seed and make a baby in me.

  God knows what was going through Tony’s mind as I thrashed beneath him, pinioned by his arms and impaled on his cock. I could hardly have seemed human; just a crazed creature crying out to be inseminated; impregnated. I bit his arm alongside my shoulders, I scratched his biceps and his chest; I raised my head from the sheets and sank my teeth into his lower neck like a vampire.

  Then it all became too much for him; Tony’s climax arrived and he began to cum inside me. The wonderful, earth-mother sensation of a man’s erect penis throbbing inside me, ropes of pale sticky semen spurting from the tiny lips on its smooth rounded tip and smearing over my cervix brought a feeling of deep fulfilment that surpassed even the height of my orgasms.

  The calm and serenity slowly began to return.

  Tony’s cock pulsed in my vagina for a long time, its walls clenching on the invading shaft over and over as if milking it of every last drop of fluid; every last wriggling sperm – though of course there were none.

  When the last pulse had faded and his cock began to soften, Tony lowered his heavy body onto mine, crushing my tiny boobs and pressing me into the mattress.

  “Jesus Penny,” he gasped, panting loudly. “Where the Hell did that come from?”

  I had no idea. Maybe it was New Year, maybe it was my near-exhibitionist dress; maybe it was my newly-shaven pussy; maybe it was a combination of all three of these. Whatever it was, I had reached a new level of wantonness that was frightening.

  Certainly it had shocked the man who had delivered it.

  I looked up into Tony’s baffled face. His eyes were soft and dreamy, partly through alcohol but mostly through lust. My own must look the same. I could see the ‘hickey’ beginning to form on his neck and wondered whether the same thing was appearing on mine too.

  “Hold me,” I whispered. “Please.”

  I felt the bed rock as he rolled off me, pulling his flaccid cock from my pink-framed slit then his arms wrapped tightly around.

  “I love you, Penny,” he whispered over and over into my hair.

  For a long time I let him hold me, feeling the strength of his body around mine, the reassurance of his love washing over me. I could feel tears beginning to run down my cheeks as I realized I how much I felt the same; how much I needed this man in my life.

  “What time is it?” he eventually asked.

  “Five to one,” I replied, looking at the clock on the bedside table and sighing. “Pete will be waiting.”

  “I wish you didn’t have to go,” Tony was upset. “I wish you could stay. I wish we could wake up together in the morning.”

  It was what I wished too. Tired, tipsy and copiously inseminated, all I wanted to do was sleep in the arms of the man whose semen was even then being absorbed into my body.

  But I couldn’t. However I felt, I had to keep my agreement with my husband. Sighing again, I lifted my legs over the side of the bed and rose to my feet.

  “Your friends will be back soon anyway,” I said flatly.

  “That’s true,” Tony reluctantly agreed. “I’d better get dressed too I suppose.”

  As he began to pull on his shorts and trousers, I scoured the floor for my missing tights, panties and shoes. Having been unceremoniously shoved under my armpits throughout the whole half hour’s fucking my dress was very badly crumpled.

  Finding my missing garments, I began to dress myself as best I could. Predictably, the tights were fit only for the bin. The knickers weren’t much better but with a dress as short as mine, I couldn’t go back into the hotel’s lobby with a bare bottom and vulva.

  I pulled them as high as I could, tying a knot in the over-stretched elastic and saying a small prayer to the patron saint of adulterers.

  “Can we meet soon?” Tony asked when we finally broke from our goodnight embrace.

  “I’m not sure. Pete’s been good so
far; I don’t want to push my luck.”

  “Then don’t tell him,” Tony replied. “I’ll meet you anywhere at any time. Just use your phone and let me know. Pete need never know.”

  Something inside me told me this was wrong; that a line was about to be crossed but I didn’t listen to that voice; the roar of lust from my body simply drowned it out.

  “Give me a couple of days,” I said, kissing him once again. “I can’t go much longer than that without your cock!”

  We kissed slowly and lingeringly, the distinctive taste of a man immediately after ejaculation filling my mouth.

  “Wait five minutes before you leave. We can’t be seen together now,” I said softly.

  “Goodnight, Mrs. Barker,” he said as I passed close in front of him. “I love you! And your new pussy!”

  With a broad smile on my face I closed the door as quietly as I could and padded along the corridor towards the hotel’s bar.

  My legs were bare and the cooling evening air was working its way under the hem of my far-too-short dress and wafting around my damp vulva; a vulva from which my own juices and Tony’s semen were beginning to ooze freely, my shredded knickers offering no resistance.

  I could feel the cold dampness on my most private parts, bringing a chill to my inner thighs. Convinced that my near-naked vulva must be visible to anyone who passed by me, I held the hem of my dress as low as I could, trying hopelessly not to attract attention.

  A hard core of drinkers was still gathered around a table in the bar as I turned the corner. I hesitated; two men were sitting on stools at the raised bar. They were both quite drunk; I saw that one of them was Pete who rose to meet me as I nervously approached.

  He had already retrieved our coats and to my considerable relief, slipped mine around my shoulders before anyone in the bar could see the exposed base of my buttocks or the trickles of goo that were running down my inner thighs.

  “How are you?” he smiled as I took his arm. We walked rather unsteadily to the hotel’s front door where our taxi was waiting. “Did it go... well?”

  “It went very well,” I smiled, my eyes still dreamy from alcohol and orgasms. “Thank you so much, Pete.”