u/dungeonsandflagons89

True story written as fantasy. Details obtained from her own testimony, her friends stories about her, and her diary.

Part one link. Links to all other parts can be found in the comments of part one.

https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/GWe8fhrKGs

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Everett finally started touching himself while he read about Sophia's sex life. Diary in one hand, cock in the other. And so it went.

Sophia started living her best life.

She was in the prime of her life. Now at 19 she was finishing up her first semester of college and she was in great shape. She walked to school, to work, to the grocery store. She had strong, muscular legs. She had started to go to the tanning salon so that even in the winter she had brown sun kissed skin. She got her first tattoo. Then another. Then she got a cute little tattoo just over her pussy.

When Jean came to town they went to get piercings. Jean got new ear piercings. Sophia got her nipples pierced. She felt so sexy. She showed all her friends. Sophia grinned like the Cheshire cat when she flashed them her tits or pulled her shorts down to show the little tattoo above her pussy.

And she loved the attention her body got. Her nipple piercings were sometimes noticeable under her work shirts. She smiled inside when customers and coworkers fought to maintain eye contact. And the tips were great.

One day she was reaching up to grab something from a shelf when a line cook called out "Damn, Sophia did you get your nipples pierced?"

"Sure did." She said.

"That's crazy." Another cook said. "Is that what girls do now?"

"Everyone kept looking at my ass, so I had to do something to distract them." She said, walking away to give them all a view. She did have a great ass.

Throughout the shift the guys kept talking about it. About what she said. Now, these were older guys. In their 20s and 30s. Sophia was turning heads with her curly black hair and dark eyes. Later, one of the bolder guys caught her as they were all closing down the kitchen.

"I can see them through the shirt." He said. "I've never seen pierced titties before."

Several heads popped up.

"When we close up I'll show you." She said.

"I've got to see this."

"Brooooooo"

"We looking at titties?"

And that's how Sophia found herself raising her shirt and bra to show half a dozen men and one woman her perky little tits under the street lamp by the dumpster. The silver barbells gleamed against her dark nipples, which were rock hard in the winter air. She had already showed her friends, why not the curious folks here?

And just like that, she was popular at work. Boys would go out of their way to help her. One of her coworkers, Shawn, asked her if she partied. He told her he sold a little drugs on the side. Shawn started selling her weed after work sometimes.

Sophia did her first bump of cocaine at the club soon after. She was dancing in a little miniskirt in a dark corner with Dustin and friends. Spike asked her if she wanted a bump. Her heart was racing as she nodded. Spike pulled out a little baggie and a key. He dipped the key in and soon the coke was up his nose. He dipped it again and held it for Sophia, who snorted it quick.

It irritated her nose and made her eyes watery. But soon she was dancing and talking non stop. It was like someone plugged her into an outlet. She made out with Calli, a girl who sometimes came with the friend group. Dustin and Spike watched the girls kiss with interest.

They made a show of it, licking and sucking. Calli had dirty blonde hair and big breasts. She wore a lot of makeup, and Sophia was tasting her lipstick, touching her tits and waist over the shirt.

Later that night Sophia found herself in the passenger seat of Spike's car. They had dropped off Dusty and Calli at his apartment. It was obvious from the makeout session they had in the backseat that Dustin was going to fuck Calli tonight. Sophia wished it was her. She still had a huge crush on Dustin, but the time never seemed right.

And so she sat alone with Spike in his car. She was still feeling the coke, but not as intensely as earlier. It was dark and raining outside. The only light in the car came from the dash. The windshield wipers were turned off and they were pulled into a corner of her apartment parking lot.

"You want to smoke?" Spike asked her.

"Yeah, sure." She said. She was a little nervous and excited to be alone with him. She'd had his dick in her mouth just a couple of weeks ago. Not for long. And they hadn't talked about it since.

Spike pulled a small pipe and sack out of his glove box, packed some weed and lit it. He hit the pipe and passed it to her.

She could feel his eyes on her as she took a hit. Spike cracked the windows for the smoke and she could hear the soft rain outside.

"You going straight to bed?" He asked.

"Probably." She said. "I've got shit to do in the morning." She passed the pipe back to him.

"Any chance I can come in with you?" He asked her.

Sophia looked Spike over. He was a big guy, very tall and heavy set. He wore denim and leather and this week his hair was slicked back and dyed red. She could smell his cologne under the weed smoke.

"I'm not looking for company tonight." She said. She was still a little sore about watching Dustin go inside with Calli.

"Damn." He said, hitting the pipe and passing it back to her. "I'm not going to lie. You look good as fuck tonight." She smiled at him in the dim light.

Sophia hit the pipe, watching him look her up and down. His eyes lingered on her lips, her thighs under her short skirt. Spike bit his lip.

"Any chance I could talk you into finishing that blowjob we started?" He asked her. They both took one more toke from the pipe and he put it away.

The silence and the rain were heavy now. She didn't say no. She didn't say anything. They just sat in the quiet, their hearts racing.

She was already feeling the weed. She was lightheaded from the drugs and the hormones. After all, why shouldn't she? She was single. She was pretty. She was alone in the city. Was Spike her first choice? No, but she was horny. She could already feel her body reacting.

"Put your seat back." Sophia finally said.

"Bet." He said.

Spike slid his seat back and adjusted his steering wheel. Sophia tied her dark curly hair in a quick knot with a hair tie from her purse. Her heart was pounding as she heard his belt clinking in the dark. Heard his zipper. She could just make out his boxers in the light of the dash.

Sophia lifted the arm rest between them as she lowered her little face to his crotch. He hadn't taken his cock out yet, leaving the task for her.

She reached into the hole in his boxers and pulled out his flaccid dick. It was short, rubbery and fat. She knew from experience that it got bigger, having sucked his cock under a table outside a bar a few weeks ago.

Spike sighed, his big belly rising and falling as she took his limp dick in her mouth. She could taste salty precum. Sophia sucked on it, rolled it around her soft tongue. She could hear Spike's breathing quicken as she pulled to stretch it taught with her lips.

There was a few minutes of this, his pubes tickling her face. Licking, sucking, kissing it until blessedly she felt his cock begin to harden in her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and tapped his growing meat against it.

"Sorry." He told her when her mouth returned to suction him. "Coke dick."

But pretty soon her head was bobbing up and down, her jaw stretching to give him access to her tight throat. He was just long enough to stretch her throats opening with his fat cock head.

Spike moaned and reached over to raise her miniskirt. He tugged her panties down over her ass cheek and began to squeeze and massage her backside. Sophia moaned around his shaft when he slid his hand further back and put one fat finger inside her.

He had her hooked like that, wet and hot on his finger. Wet and hot on his cock. He played with her pussy while she slobbered and slurped in his lap. His boxers were already soaked with her spit.

"Can I fuck you?" He asked, voice weak.

Sophia took his cock out of her mouth and said no. Then she put the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked gently on it. Spike dipped his finger in and out of her. He imagined the hot slick flesh squeezing his finger was the hot wetness suctioning his cock. She worked like that for several minutes, jaw aching.

"Can I cum in your mouth?" He asked her.

"Mmmmmhmmmmmm" she mouthed around his cock.

Sophia began bobbing up and down harder. The tip of his dick punching between her tonsils. She squeezed the base of his shaft hard. Spike didn't have enough reach or angle to put a second finger inside her, so he hooked his middle finger between her velvety pussy lips and wiggled it inside her.

Sophia gasped around his shaft, spit flying. She continued to slurp him up, fucking her throat down around him.

"Don't stop. I'm going to nut." He said. She continued up and down, jaws wide. "Oh get that nut. Get it." She heard his breathing get fast and ragged. He pulled his finger out of her wet cunt and squeezed her ass as she felt his cock engorge and grow rock solid between her lips.

Spike let go of her ass cheek to grab her head with both hands. Sophia felt his hands push down on the back of her head hard, and his cock forced her mouth and throat open uncontrollably wide. She coughed and gagged on him as she felt her mouth fill with hot cum. It burst from her lips around his shaft and coated her throat.

She gagged harder and dry heaved on his cock, desperate not to throw up. Tears began streaking down her face. She vaguely heard Spike's gutteral moan as he unloaded in her mouth.

She was a little dizzy and numb as she caught her breath. His lap was a mess. Her face and makeup were a mess. Sophia felt like a complete slut when she got out of his car into the cold winter rain. And when she collapsed on her bed she realized.... she liked it.

Sophia gave herself permission to do whatever she wanted. She had her whole life ahead of her. This might be her only time ever with no one to answer to and no one to judge her.

At work Sophia met Shawn in his car after a shift. He invited her to hang out at his apartment. She met his roommate, Collin. She smoked a blunt with the boys and got to know them. She came over again and smoked and hung out.

The third time she was at their place, Colin wasn't home. She sat with Shawn on the couch, talking and flirting. Shawn asked Sophia if she did coke. She said yes, even though she'd only done it once.

When she knelt on the floor and leaned over his coffee table to do a line, Sophia felt Shawn's hand on the small of her back. She ripped the line and raised up to find him looking intently into her eyes. She looked back, challenging him with a look of her own.

Next thing you know Sophia was on her back on the couch. Her pants and thong were around her ankles, with her legs pulled back. Shawn was desperately eating her pussy. When he stopped, Sophia kicked the pants and underwear off with her shoes.

Shawn was a skinny white guy in his late 20's with a goatee. Now shirtless with his own pants pulled down to his ankles, he kicked the jeans off and knelt over her on the sofa. His dick was swinging over her, his balls hanging beneath them.

She handed him a condom from her bag and waited there. On her back, legs around him, wet with spit while he rolled the condom onto his dick. He leaned over her and kissed her mouth. She tasted herself on his tongue. He pulled her shirt and bra up over her tits and kissed them. He sucked her pierced nipples into his mouth and fingered her. She moaned into the kiss and spread her legs for him.

Then he pressed his covered cock against her dark, meaty pussy lips and began to push inside her. She was so wet that he slid in easy. His hanging balls slapped against her asshole.

It didn't last long. Shawn humped between her bare legs. But as he looked down at her, he couldn't handle it. He was 28 and this pussy was a whole new caliber. She was 19, tight and wet around him, with smoothe brown skin, a flat tummy and gracious hips. So pretty beneath him. So hot and tight inside. She smelled so good he-

...Shawn gripped the arm of the sofa above her head and she felt him tense and flex as he filled the condom inside her. She thought the dumb, embarrassed look on his face was cute.

Shawn blushed and made excuses, but she comforted him and told him she enjoyed it while they lay naked against each other on the couch. She did enjoy it. All 30 seconds. He was the first person to cum inside her, albeit inside a rubber.

After a while she tried to get him hard again with her hand and mouth. But he was too nervous or embarrassed to get hard. Or maybe it was the coke.

Sophia got a cab home and wrote about Shawn in her diary. Then she cleaned her apartment for two hours because she was still geeked. When she finally went to bed she dreamed about sex. Winter break was about to start. What else could she her up to?

I started finding out about her past from details she gave early on and things her friends told me. Then years later I read her diary and it was CRAZY. When we were married and older she confessed to cheating on me while we were fucking. And opened up about her hot past. We would smoke weed and fuck and she would give me all the details while she relived it and I felt the flesh and wetness that they felt. Night after night.

So I decided to share. It involves cheating and cuckolding so if you're not into that then please ignore. But if you're curious to get a glimpse of what i experienced and she confessed, here is a link.

https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/YD5dH1Np3X

I started writing it out as fantasy after describing my first experiences. It's fun and it allows me to fill in details in a descriptive way without a retelling of a retelling.

She is aware and supportive of the writing, since we're anonymous.

When we met I had only been with a few girls.

My wife had been with more girls than I had. And an even higher number of dudes. When we started sleeping together but hadn't made it official she was more open about it. I learned a lot between what she told me and what I later heard from other people.

She was bi. She had a lot of hookups. She got kicked out of a bar for blowing a guy under the table. Some of her friends were at the table. She cheated on her girlfriend with a male classmate in college. She hooked up with several friends, male and female. She had a few one night stands with people from the bar/club. And she hooked up with some coworkers.

Once we became official she got tight lipped about it. But I heard a lot of the facts, if not a lot of details.

We got married. She cheated. I understand this isn't a cuckold page and cuckold content is prohibited so I won't go into detail. Suffice to say I got cheated on a lot, but she would never admit to anything she didn't get caught doing red handed. Between that and the stories about her past I developed a kink over the years.

But our relationship got better and stayed really good. But the kink had a hold of me. So one night we smoked some weed and were having sex. I had already mentioned in conversation that I was turned on by her past. And that I was turned on by her cheating, even if she never admitted it.

So mid sex, both stoned, I just ask her to tell me. I tell her I need to know. I tell her I want it. I tell her I'm not mad or anything I just want to get off on it.

And she tells me everything. I'll skip the cheating stuff since that's not allowed here.

But we do this night after night. She tells me how she lost her virginity. The first hand jobs and blowjobs she gave. Her experiences with women. The one night stands. The drugs and partying that lead to sex. The public sex.

At one point she had two gay (guy) roommates and she fucked one of them. She had a couple of threesomes.

Obviously there are a ton of hot details that go into each of those. I'm trying to write them out on another page. She is aware of it and says it's fine since we're anonymous.

But yeah her hot past stories get me so worked up.

The fantasy version of what happened doesn't seem to be landing as well here. I'll just get to the good parts. I do feel like SO MUCH lead up to it that really explains how I started to crave it. And how much build up there was to the point where I just accepted it and straight up asked for it. The build up made it so much hotter.

Here's the highlights.

1. My first serious girlfriend cheated on me

2. Sophia, who would later become my wife, had her insides re-arranged in front of me when I couldn't get hard on a threesome. Link here.

https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/aYhinZpzto

3. Sophia admitted to having sex with a girl in her car when we were "dating" but not yet official

4. Sofia cheated on me with the guy who cucked me in the threesome. There was a fallout.

5. I found out about Sophia's high body count. I got a lot of details. At some point I read her diary and she literally described a lot of it. I had to come to terms with her past and I hated that it turned me on so much.

6. I married Sophia. And she cheated on me. First it was texts that I found and she swore that nothing happened other than the texts. Then the evidence was overwhelming. One time I walked in on it.

7. I enlisted. Sophia cucked me while I was on deployment. I came back and found out in a crazy way.

8. Sophia had sex with at least two coworkers. Apparently there were guys literally fighting over her at work. Including her "work husband".

9. I developed a cuckold kink. Bad. It was eating me up. I hinted at it in conversation. Then one night while I was fucking her and she was stoned, I just asked her to tell me about cheating on me. Told her I needed to know. Told her I wanted it.

10. Sophia started telling me about cheating on me while I fucked her. Night after night. All the juicy details. Told me about the guys she fucked in her past. About cheating on me with Dustin.

11. We started swinging. A lot. I loved participating and my own body count skyrocketed.

12. I started having guys we met in the lifestyle over for threesomes.

13. I would have our favorite guy (David) over just to watch him fuck her. I got off so hard. We all did. Hot guy. Muscular with glasses, big black cock. I recorded a lot of it to mastubate to later.

14. Sophia started seeing him without me sometimes. With my blessing. Only for sex. One time I even came home and watched outside the window. Hot as fuck.

I will probably write about the experiences in more detail here. I'm just having trouble putting it in words here, so I tried to write it like fantasy.

Fantasy inspired by true events. I've had some people ask so I'll tell you. Part one and two are spot on and from my perspective. All the stuff happened in the rest but I changed the following to make a coherent story.

1- If I wasn't there for the sex then I wrote out my fantasy of how it happened. Inspired by what she told me about her past, what I read in her diary (my bad), and what others told me. I did get some juicy details from her once we started exploring the kink. You would be surprised which details are real.

2- The timeline is altered a bit. I found the diary later, not the night she stayed at Dustin's. I found the condoms years later. But the events did all happen IRL.

3- Yes, that's what she looks like. Names are changed. She is multi-racial but often gets slotted into "big booty latina" even if that isn't accurate. She is 1/4 Hispanic. She is also 1/4 Cherokee and 1/2 white.

I'm enjoying playing with what happened to try and capture the panic, the denial, the lust, and the way these things take hold in your mind and change you. The details that stick in your head when you get ptsd from being cucked and a stray thought puts you right back in that moment in high definition. The way your mind fills in the blanks when you know something happened but you didn't witness it. Jealousy that makes your dick hard. The pit in your stomach. The ache because part of you WANTS THIS.

Part one here. You can find links to all other parts in the comments of part one.

https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/C1TVpmO5CA

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Everett kept reading. He found one infamous scene. Pieces of what he knew about her were clicking into place. With dread and excitement he read.

Sophia started hanging with an older crowd.

Mary Ann was 39. She was thin with long red hair and freckles. She was pretty, but starting to look her age even if she didn't act it. She was the mom figure to all the misfits. Part goth, part hippie.

Steve was between jobs. 25 and handsome. Another student had introduced Sophia to him. He was Marry Ann's roommate. He was white with black hair and blue eyes. Sophia thought he had a pretty smile. He had a boyfriend, Michael, who was a classic twink with brown hair and blue eyes. They could be mistaken for brothers if they weren't such sluts in public.

There was also Dustin, who Sophia had an immediate crush on. She fell hard for his bad boy looks and attitude. His dad was a B list actor, but apparently there was a lot of resentment and drama in the family. He had dropped out of her school the year before. He was friends with Steve and Marry Ann. Dustin was about 5'10 with pale white skin. She dug his skinny, underfed look. Even if Michael said he was skinny because of the drugs. He looked like a model in his ripped clothes and old sportscar.

Spike was Dusty's friend. He was a great big guy who looked like he walked out of a punk rock clothing store. He even had a huge dyed Mohawk when Sophia first met him. He was around 6'1" and must have weighed 280 or more. Larger than life and loud in public, she thought he was a lot of fun. She doubted his real name was Spike.

One night in late October Sophia was at a cafe/bar with everyone but Michael. They had a table outside where it was less crowded and they could hear each other over the screaming music. Everyone was drunk, including Sophia who had Spike and Dustin passing her drinks discreetly.

Steve and Dustin had been discussing whether guys or girls gave the best head. Steve said that guys give better blowjobs because they're more enthusiastic. "Plus they have one, so they know what guys like."

"Yeah, but girls feel better." Dustin said. "They just have softer mouths."

"And no beard stubble" Marry Anne said.

Everyone was joking and having fun. Sophia was secretly desperate to fit in with them. She wanted to seem sexy and mysterious and mature. And show that she could be just as fun and spontaneous.

"Girls eat pussy better." She said.

"Yes!" Steve agreed. "Because they have one! They know what they like."

"If I had a pussy I would be a lesbian." Spike told to the table.

"But would you let a guy suck your dick?" Steve asked.

"Why? Are you offering?" Spike laughed.

"No, I've got a boyfriend." Steve said. "And you're straight."

"He's just scared to suck a dick in public." Dustin flicked water from his cup at Steve.

"Not in front of the children." Marry Ann put in, looking over at Sophia.

"I'd suck a dick in public." She said. She did not want them looking at her like a kid.

"Oh. Really?" Steve said. "I don't believe that for a second."

"Pull it out." She teased.

"Don't tempt me." Steve said. "I used to date girls, you know."

Spike leaned back in his seat next to her and unzipped his jeans. He pulled his cock out. Everyone was quiet for a second.

"Jesus Christ, dude." Dustin laughed. "Nobody wants to see your dirty dick."

Spike looked cooly at Sophia, who was caught off guard and trying to think of something to say. His dick was fat like he was, soft in his hand.

"I'm calling your bluff." He said. "Don't be a pussy."

"Babe, you don't have to do tha-" Steve started to say as she leaned down and ducked under the table. "And there she goes."

Spike spread his legs to make room for her and she got between them. She hesitated only a moment as she took his now semi-soft dick in her hand. 'It feels different when it's soft' she thought.

Then she put it into her mouth and began sucking on it. He had a girthy, short dick. She grabbed his hips and put her face in his lap to fit his softness in her mouth completely. She felt his is pubic hair tickle her nose and smelled cock and body wash. She applied suction to get him hard and he grew stiff on her slick tongue.

"God damn." He said and grabbed the back of her head.

"Oh she's actually doing that." Marry Ann said.

"That's actually kind of hot..."

"Go girl"

She heard them speaking at table but it all blurred away when Spike started to push her head down onto his cock. It was too much too fast and she gagged when the tip of his fat cock head went partway down her throat and blocked her airway. She coughed around it, her mouth full of it.

Spike gripped her black, curly hair that she spent so much time on tonight and fucked his cock with her face. Sophia's jaw ached from holding it open. She was slobbering all over it, soaking his jeans around it.

"Glurk, glurk, glurk" was the only noise she could make as he slid her lips over it, down and up. Fast and hard. She was fighting not to throw up on him as he kept hitting her tonsils and uvula, like he was trying to fuck his way into her throat. All she could do was grip his jeans and open her aching jaws.

"Yooooooooo!" Some stranger nearby yelled. "Go do that shit at home!"

And Spike mercifully pulled her off of his bulging fleshy cock. She gasped for fresh air, tears and spit streaming down her face.

She had time to wipe her face with a napkin before they were made to leave. Banned, according to the guy who yelled at them. But her makeup and hair were ruined.

On the bright side the boys were real nice to her after that.

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Everett had met Spike once. Big guy who dressed like a biker or punk rocker. If he met him again, was he going to have to look him in the eye? And would he see a knowing look there?

"I know what it's like inside your girlfriends mouth" those eyes said in his mind.

And Sophia seemed proud of herself. She wrote about how brazen she was sucking a dick in public. And Jean was the one who had told Everett about it, so Sophia had obviously bragged to her. Did everybody know about it? Did they think about it when they saw him kiss her?

'I saw her sucking Dustin's cock' he thought. Then he shook himself.

It hurt, but he read more.

Fantasy inspired by truth. If you're curious, feel free to reach out with questions.

Part one link-

https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/Uu7YclvOgg

Part 5 link-

https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/0roH2ZgVYA

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Everett stared at his own cock. A little thick, straight, circumcised, maybe 6 inches hard. He had watched his girlfriend devour Dustin's cock. 7 inches, skiny with blue veins and a piercing at the tip. He had been told how she went down on some mystery guy, sucking his cock under a table at the bar while their friends cheered them on. What had his cock been like?

Everett had met some of the guys from her past. Ricky, who she jerked off on his bed. His little mushroom headed dick had burst in her hand. He had met Brian, who had the longest dick she'd described. Brian fingered her in the back of his truck before she sucked him off and spit it in the yard. Everett knew that Brian had felt her soft, velvet pussy with his fingers.

And Matt, who he had never met, had parted those dark lips when he pushed between her legs. An older guy who she had a crush on for years. She said he wasn't as long as Brian, but was thick like a coke can. Matt was the first to plunge deep inside her. The first to make her cum on a cock. He hurt her and she loved it. Then he changed and showed no mercy to her inexperienced hole, using her up. And she loved that, too.

Sweet Becca, who Sophia would steal away with to explore each other. A contrast of Becca's bubbly blonde body and Sophias dark hair and smoothe skin. Sophia's long, dangling labia and Beccas small, pink pussy with a button clit.

Bodies. She was stacking bodies and burying Everett with them in her diary.

Now Brad. Everett stared at his own cock, still uncomfortably hard. And he didn't blame the guy for busting in Sophia's mouth within seconds. How much had been spelled out by her and how much was the fantasy in his head? Was Everett imagining that he was Brad, spilling into her hot mouth? Or was he Sophia, thrilled by the cheating and the power over his sex.

It was ten o'clock now. Sophia hadn't texted him again. She was with Dustin. Had he ever verified who else was there? Maybe they went back alone. "What happened between the two of us is none of your business." She had said. "Sophia always sleeps in Dusty's room" Jean told him.

Was that part in this book, too? Would he turn a page to find a closed bedroom door? Would he open that door to see what Dustin is doing to her on the other side?

And Jesus Christ, how many people had she fucked in the past two to three years?

Everett read on.

As fast as they had fixed their clothes in the cab of his truck, Brian and Sophia were taking them off in her apartment. He pulled her yellow sundress over her head. He kissed her small nipples, sucking them into his mouth. She started to unbutton his shirt, but he just pulled it over his head and dropped it. She tugged his jeans and boxers off. She stood and admired him. He was big, probably 6'4 with mostly muscle and a little fat. His uncut cock was curved to the side a bit, still hard.

Brad kissed her, this time deep and hungry. He squeezed her ass and sat her on the bed. She lay back, curly hair spilling onto her pillow. He grabbed her little yellow thong and pulled it down her muscular, tan legs.

In a moment he was tasting her. Her labia were dark, almost purple in color. He sucked them into his mouth. They were soft like silk. He put his tongue inside her, where her taste was deeper, darker. He sucked her swelling clit into his mouth and drank as she got wetter with his spit and her desire. He put his big fingers into her while he kissed her clit. Her lips parted for him and he hooked those fat fingers up to press against the front of her insides. She began moaning, losing herself.

Brad worked harder and faster, until she finally said "I'm cumming" and he pressed harder, sucked harder. Sophia squeezed her thighs tight around his head and came for him.

Out of breath, she looked up as he stood by her bed. He was massive, looming, hard dick ready. He grabbed her legs and easily yanked her hips to the edge of the bed. His angry red cock hovered over her.

"Wait." She said. "Do you have any condoms?

He shook his head.

"Damn." She said. "I don't, either." She made a mental note to get some asap.

"Are you on birth control?" He asked.

Sophia shook her head.

"Damn." He said.

For agonizing seconds they just waited. He looked down at her small body, brown skin slick with sweat. Her small, perky breasts rising and falling above a flat stomach. Her dark curly hair framing a delicate face. She had big hips and strong legs, spread and waiting. Her little pussy was bald and wet, with a little tattoo above her dark labia and swollen clit.

Sophia reached out and gripped his cock. She worked her hand on it, peeling slightly back on his foreskin. Brad leaned over her, and again she was struck by how big he was on top of her. He kissed her. She kissed back, hoping her pretty body was pleasing beneath him. Her hard nipples. Her firm tummy. Her sweaty thighs.

She felt the tip of him touch her pussy and she shuddered. He continued kissing her face and she felt him pressing harder. He was starting a rhythm, pressing against her dangling lips with the head of it. She was slick, soft down there. And then she felt it between her lips.

Brad stopped just there. She was breathing heavy beneath him. He looked into her dark brown eyes. He was at her entrance, which was hot and needy. Neither of them spoke.

Brad pushed gently, using the weight of his bulky body, until she opened up around him. Just the head. Brad took in a breath and Sophia gasped. They were still looking deep into each other's eyes. They stayed there a moment longer, as he felt her tightness.

Then he pulled it out. She kissed him again, deep. Brad put himself at her entrance once more. And pressed. She moaned through the kiss. He was inside her again, but only just.

When he pulled it out again she shook.

"Please." She whispered.

"You sure?" He asked

Sophia nodded.

Brad put himself at her entrance again. Then he rubbed his thick tip up and down, against her clit. Against her hole. Parting her lips. She was soaked.

Then he pushed past her lips, past her walls and hit the back of her pussy in one smoothe thrust. Sophia let out an "Oooooooooh" as and welcomed him inside her. He began to pump in and out of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. She felt how sloppy she was for him, the thrusts spreading her open easily.

Brad stood again and pulled her hips back to the edge of the bed. He grabbed Sophia's ankles and put them way back, pushing her purple cunt up for him.

Brad layed his thick meat against her engorged vulva. At this angle she could see everything. So could he. She was embarrassed but as she felt the pressure of him pushing at her hole again she gave in. Then he drove it down into her. She watched him disappear, felt herself stretching for him, felt the weight of his body pressing his tip against her cervix.

And he rang it like a doorbell. Down into her. Tap tap tap. Slurp slurp slurp. "UH. UH. UH. UH. UH." She was making noises with each thrust.

Brad jackhammered into her while she watched. She felt like it was making her stupid. The hit, hit, hitting against something in the back of her was like an itch being scratched. Almost there. She could see the curve of his cock every time he pulled back, then felt herself stretch to let it in when he plunged back into it. She reached down and touched her clit, sensitive. She wondered if her tight pussy was pulling the foreskin back from the drippy head of his cock inside her.

Sophia was just about to cum when she heard him say "Oh fuck!"

Brad yanked himself out with a wet slurping sound, cum already spraying from his cock. She was taken by surprise as hot fluid hit her eye, her chin, her chest, and finally rained down on her stomach.

She lay there, legs still back, covered in cum, pretty sure he had nutted inside her a little before pulling out. Brad picked up his shirt and used it to wipe off his sweat. Then he used it to clean off his cock.

Almost as an afterthought he threw her sundress to her, as if she was going to use it as a cum rag. Instead, she sat up and walked to the bathroom, covered in his cooling jizz. When she walked back out, naked and using a towel, he was already in his pants and putting on his shoes.

This was her first and last lay with a college student. Brad had been angry with her when they spoke again after class, like it had all been her fault. Was he embarrassed that he came so quickly? She hadn't even came at all once the sex started. Only from oral.

September 10th

"Speaking of oral. I broke up with Becca. It was messy. But so was our relationship. I don't even feel bad about cheating on her. She never showed me off and she was too ashamed to be seen with a girl in public. God forbid. So yeah, Brad was a bust. Well, two busts for him. Am I unlovable? I'm obviously not unfuckable. The guys at work have been trying to get in my pants since I started there. I'm single now. Maybe I'll let them. What would it be like to fuck a guy in his thirties? Or a married man? Idk. Maybe I'll cool it off for a while. Got some condoms just in case, though."

At this point Everett was almost numb. He had felt every emotion possible, it seemed. Turned on. Jealous. Angry. Sad. And so he started skipping past the day to day, looking for the sex. And there was sex to be found.

Link to part 1-

https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/jDa1OqxJON

Link to part 4-

https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/YD5dH1Np3X

Sophia's diary continues. Everett reads on. All the while, his girl was preparing to stay the night with her "friend". Had they made it to Dustin's apartment yet? Was she sitting close to him, laughing at his jokes? Was he looking for an excuse to get rid of the rest of their company so it would just be the two of them? Why did she have condoms in her bag? And without them, was he going to be inside her raw?

Everett took a breath to steady himself. He had just read about her first flings at 18. Her first crushes and loves. Now she was writing about her time in college.

Sophia was getting a lot of attention in her university. She wore low cut blouses and skirts that showed her smooth, tan legs. The guys in her classes would flirt shamelessly with her and she enjoyed it. She even caught a couple of her professors stealing glances at her exposed skin.

This was her first taste of real freedom. Her parents paid for a tiny apartment right by her school. She was given a small allowance, but soon applied to work at a restaurant in the city. The owner told her she had a very pretty face, so he would put her in the front as a hostess. After a few weeks she got to know some of her coworkers and saw that the waitresses made significantly more money with their tips.

So she started waiting tables. This was a somewhat upperclass restaurant that hosted businessmen and celebrities on occasion. The front of house was kept clean and professional. The back of house? That was another matter. The cooks and waiters (who were mostly in their late 20s and early 30s) honed in on the sexy 18 year old immediately. And when their flirts and light touches were met with smiles and blushes, she soon became very popular in back of house.

Sophia couldn't hide her big, curvy ass in her work pants if she tried. She wore a scented mist on her long, black curls. She was discreet but skilled with her makeup, heavy on the mascara but not covering her sun kissed skin. She had modest, perky breasts that still strained against the fabric of her polo work shirts.

Brad was in two of her courses. He was tall with broad shoulders. When she talked with him in the hallway after class she had to crane her neck. She stood eye level with his chest. A very broad chest. She smelled his axe body spray and a bit of his sweat and she was surprised to find it turned her on. She liked how tall he was, his country accent, his farm boy build.

He gave her a ride to her apartment in his pickup truck. It was a very short ride, but they sat and talked for a while when they got there. He told her about his small town life. Sophia told him about her small town life. She didn't tell him about Becca, her girlfriend.

When Becca came to stay another weekend, she didn't tell her about Brad. Or the guys who brushed up against her in the restaurant. The two girls spent time in bed, making love. Becca was shy about going down on Sophia, but when Soph ate Becca's puffy pink pussy she would cum for her. Sometimes she would close her thighs around Soph's pretty little face and grab her hair in her fingers. Sophia would work her fingers inside while she licked and sucked Becca's tiny pink clit.

It was here that Everett found the first Polaroids. A picture of Becca at the bookstore, a bookish blonde with glasses. A picture of the two at a steakhouse, probably taken by a waiter.

A picture of Sophia naked, straddling a chair. She was leaning back, her black hair showing a glimpse of her dark nipples. This was before she had them pierced. Her strong brown legs spread around the back of the chair, but her goodies were hidden by the angle.

When Becca left again Sophia started acting out. She started flirting back with the guys at work. She went to lunch with Brad and some other students and when Brad gave her a ride home again she lied and told him she was single. This gave her a thrill of excitement and she thought it was so cute when Brad seemed nervous. But then he told her that he had a girlfriend back home.

"That's too bad". Sophia said. "She's back there and I'm right here."

"I guess I never thought of it that way" Brad stuttered. When she got out of his truck, they stared at each other for a few seconds. He was red faced. She bit her lip and turned, giving him a view of her ass as she walked inside.

September 1st

"I'm going to fuck Brad. I've never been with a man that tall. I wonder what his dick looks like. He said he has a girlfriend. So do I, but that hasn't slowed me down lately. I touched myself thinking about him last night. I'm so goddam horny. Becca isn't here. I don't think Becca wants to be a lesbian. So maybe I don't either? Maybe some good dick will set me straight. Matt had good dick. Brian's was longer, but Matt was so thick. It hurt so much and felt so good. Brad has a truck like Brian's. If I make a move it wouldn't be the first dick I've had in a truck. Maybe the first to fuck me in a truck. So, yeah. Fuck his girlfriend. Fuck Becca. Or at least fuck me." She drew a pair of puckered lips and two hearts.

Everett was stunned. His first girlfriend had cheated on him in a truck. He didn't know if it was in the cab or the bed. His cock was throbbing again, but he refused to touch it. He wasn't done yet. His thoughts spun.

Sophia had been so determined. Was this the start of her intense sexuality? If she was so quick to cheat on Becca, would she be quick to cheat on him? Could he really trust her alone with Dustin tonight? Jean said that Soph always slept in Dustin's room. He saw the closed door in his mind again, but this time there were noises on the other side. Was that her laughing? Moaning? Was that the bed moving?

Everett ignored his aching cock and balls, but he didn't put them away. He kept reading.

Sophia had Sunday off. Becca wasn't coming this weekend. So she texted Brad. He was quick to text back. It started with good morning and what are you doing today. He asked if she would like lunch and she said yes. She sent him a selfie of her in a yellow sundress "I'm already dressed when you're ready". She had put on perfume and a little yellow thong she'd bought but not yet worn. She didn't wear a bra. Sandals that bared her delicate feet completed her look.

When Brad texted "Here" she went out and climbed in his truck. The tension in the air was palpable. They were both obviously nervous. She knew that Becca and his girlfriend would be furious to see them like this. Her in the sundress meant to show her assets. Brad in a button up and jeans, hair freshly cut, drowning in old spice after shave and a smokey cologne. But Becca and his girlfriend weren't here.

They got sandwiches and drinks at a bakery and ate in the park. They didn't flirt much at first, but it was the elephant in the room. Sophia was waiting for her moment to pounce, if he wasn't going to do it.

"I haven't gone back home in weeks." He told her. "So I haven't seen my girlfriend in like forever."

"Damn". She said, with half lidded eyes. "Your balls must be full."

"Uh." He blushed and struggled to speak. "Yeah, I guess they are."

"Damn shame." She kept eye contact until his eyes slipped down to her cleavage. "I swear I have to cum like every night or I can't go to sleep."

"Oh" Brad said stupidly. He was breathing heavy but trying to mask it. "That's cool."

"Do you jerk off?"

He nodded. "I think everybody does, they just don't admit it."

"I'm not scared to admit it. When you have a pretty pussy you just want to touch it."

"Yeah, my girlfriend has a pretty pussy." He looked away.

Sophia rolled her eyes. They finished their sodas and talked about mundane things, the moment lost.

When they got back in his truck they were both quiet for several minutes. The radio droned stadium country music. She had let her dress ride up a few inches above her knee and was pleased to see his eyes kept darting to her soft thighs. She stole a look at his crotch and saw the impression of his hard dick. It was easy to see in his tight jeans. Pressing the fabric next to his left leg. When Sophia looked up Brad was watching her eyes. He had seen where she was looking.

It was her turn to blush. They sat in more silence.

"Fuck it." She finally said. She unfastened her seat belt and scooted over next to him. He didn't protest. She put her body next to his, again struck by how broad and tall he was. When she put her hand on his thigh she could feel how tense he was.

"Relax" she said, putting her hand on his cock over his jeans. He was breathing heavy. She rubbed up and down his shaft.

"Oh. Okay." Was all he said. He had white knuckles on the steering wheel. Sophia kept rubbing her dainty hand on his cock over the jeans. He seemed big, but not as long as Brian or as thick as Matt. Way bigger than Ricky's little dick.

As they pulled into her parking lot she told him to drive around the building. He pulled his truck between a dumpster and a tree, facing a wooden fence. They had privacy.

Sophia reached over and removed his seat belt. When she turned to him he kissed her. He was still nervous. The kiss was mostly lips, like he was inexperienced. He was sweating and trembling, but still trying to hide it. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and squeezed his hardness, and he moaned into her mouth.

She unbuttoned his pants.

"Wait." He said. But he didn't stop her.

She pulled the zipper down. He was breathing faster. Brad picked his ass up off the seat so she could peel his jeans down. His cock almost hit her in the face as it flew up, released.

"Hello" she said, grabbing his cock to admire it. He was longer than she thought, probably seven inches. It was curved and smoothe. He had the first uncut penis she had ever seen. His foreskin was tight around a red head, leaking heavily. She could smell his sweat and musk and for some reason it made her wet. He had blonde public hair, and big hanging nuts.

Brad started to say "Wait-" when Sophia put him in her mouth. For a moment she just sucked on the tip, tasting his salty precum. He moaned and his head fell back.

Sophia worked her tongue around the head, testing the elastic foreskin while she squeezed him with her hand. He moaned harder and grabbed her ass over the sundress. His long arm easily reached it pulled the dress up, squeezing her bare cheek.

Her nose was full of his scent, her mouth full of his taste. She loved the mix of sweat, cum, body wash and just HIM.

He groaned. "It's too much. Please go slow."

Sophia finally took his dick out of her mouth. She started to pull down the foreskin to expose his drooling red head.

"Easy. Slow." He pleaded.

She finished pulling down, slowly because the skin was so tight around him. His cock was steadily leaking now. She licked, salty and bitter, up and down right under the mouth of cock.

"I'm going to cum!" He said.

And as she thought, 'that was fast' she felt his cock jump in her hand. She felt a glob of hot liquid hit her face and she hurriedly put her wet mouth back onto him.

She sucked his head like a lollipop as he spasmed between her lips.

"Oh! Oh!" He said with each pulse.

Her mouth quickly filled with cum and what had tasted pleasant moments before was now too intense. The cum spilled from her soft lips, down his shaft and onto his balls. She kept up the pressure, just as Matt taught her to use suction. Brad's hips came up off the seat and he gasped for air. He gripped the meat of her ass in his big hand.

She squeezed his shaft and sucked the rest of his cum out. He twitched and jumped, moaning.

"Too much. It's too- too much."

Sophia showed him mercy and stopped. She spit the rest of his salty cum on his balls, which she noticed were no longer hanging but pulled taught under his shaft.

"About those full balls" she said. His cuved cock was still in her hand, still hard but no longer twitching.

"Oh my god" was all he said.

Sophia sat up and wiped her face with a napkin. She straightened her sundress. When she looked back over, Brad was sitting back looking stunned. Guilty. His panic slowing. His hard dick still moving with his breaths.

"We can't do that." He told her. "Look, you're so pretty and I appreciate it but I can't..." his voice trailed off. He turned to look at her.

Sophia looked at his hard, wet cock and wanted more.

"Want to come in?" She asked.

"Yes." He said.

Truth mixed with fantasy.

It was wrong to betray her privacy. She was a young woman figuring out life. Everett was hurt. Tonight she planned staying over with a guy she had a sexual history with. Everett was sick with jealousy and worry, filled with lust and anger.

He read the diary.

Sophia was from his home town. They connected in the city they both moved to. Her best friend Jean was Everetts cousin by marriage. Sophia was biracial, with one parent who was half Hispanic, half native American and another who was white. She grew up in a religious household and her parents had nearly disowned her when she started dating a girl. She had to start keeping that relationship secret as she moved to the city for school.

All this Everett had already known. He had fallen head over heels for her. She was 5'6 with a build that gave her strong legs and a gracious ass. She had perky, pierced tits. Her face was beautiful, her eyes dark, her skin a light brown. She had a head of healthy black hair, long and curly.

The rest he discovered in the pages.

Sophia had been dating Becca for two years when she moved to the city. Her parents paid for her apartment and she was thrilled at the freedom. Her first weekend there alone Becca came to stay with her. They fucked all weekend. They bought dildos and strap ons from the sex store and used them on each other. Becca was blonde and curvy with big breasts and a pink pussy that Sophia loved. Sophia and Becca tried every position, every toy. They ate each other's pussies and fucked each other into exhaustion.

But Becca was different when they went out to enjoy the city. She was almost ashamed to be seen with another woman and refused to kiss or hold hands in public. Sophia felt hurt by this. Her parents had admonished her for dating a girl and her girlfriend seemed ashamed of being a lesbian.

But Sophia was 18, attractive and without supervision. Guys began paying attention to her in ways she hadn't experienced much.

Her sexual history up until that point was this. She had made out with a dozen boys and a couple of girls. A couple of her guy friends took it further when alone with her. Being from the same home town, these were guys Everett had known...

Ricky made a show of grabbing her ass in front of all their friends. When he got her alone later, they made out. Then he fingered her under her jeans and she jerked him off on his bed. He had a small cock, the first she had ever touched. It had a red mushroom head and when he came on his own stomach, she felt it twitch in her hand.

Brian lay with her in the bed of his truck one night. They made out. He took his cock out and she was amazed that it was so much bigger than Ricky's. She took him into her mouth and gave her first blowjob. When he came in her mouth she nearly choked. She spit it out into the grass. Everett had ridden in that truck once and smoked weed with Brian.

Matt was her neighbor. He came home from college one summer and she stayed the night at his parents house, since she was friends with his younger sister. Sophia had a crush on her friends older brother for years. Their parents weren't home that night and Matt had brought some liquor. Soph drank and she and Matt flirted all night. Then when her friend had passed out downstairs, she followed him to his bedroom. They talked and lay next to each other. Then they flirted. Then he kissed her and she was so happy and horny. Sophia was so turned on that as he put his hand in her pants to feel her wet pussy, she could feel her heartbeat throbbing between her legs. She was embarrassed with how wet she was.

She took Matt's cock out while he reached over to put on some cheesy RnB on a cd player. It wasn't as long as Brian's, but it was thick like her wrist. She struggled to get it into her throat. She could taste his precum. He was patient and taught her to apply suction and take her time. He stopped her so he wouldn't cum. He asked her if she was a virgin. She said that she wasn't. Which was a lie, unless you counted fingers or tongue. She also didn't tell him about her girlfriend, Becca.

They got naked under the blankets. Matt got on top of her. She felt a stinging pain and an aching pleasure as he pushed inside her. He was so thick! She moaned and grabbed him tight as he eased in and out of her slowly. She was dripping wet for him and that helped. When she got used to the feeling he sped up. He pumped between her legs and she came on him, her first time cumming on a cock. He didn't last long after that. He pulled out and spilled onto her stomach. It was hot and wet between them. He kissed her passionately. She could feel his spent cock pressing against her pussy. She was almost sad it was over so quickly.

Sophia and Becca had only used fingers with each other at this point, and their mouths once. His coke can thick cock had been new and painful, even as gentle as he was.

He kissed her mouth, her neck, then her breasts. She was in love with him. In that moment a whole life with him flashed before her eyes, as it will with young love. He was still between her legs and she felt him grow hard again, pressing against her wetness.

Then he changed. Without warning, he thrust his cock back into her aching cunt. She cried out and he put his hand over her mouth.

"You'll wake my sister up". He said.

He started pumping in and out. Fast. His balls were slapping her ass. The bed was shaking. She whimpered under his hand. He was hurting her hole. But she wanted this. She held on to him as he wrecked her. She was worried that she was going to get pregnant with whatever cum had stayed in his terrible cock and not fell onto her stomach. No passion from him now, just hunger.

"You like that?"

She nodded and moaned into his hand.

"You fucking whore".

He slowed down, angling her hips back and plowing even deeper into her. She felt like she was tearing up inside. But even then, it still felt good.

The blankets fell away as he kept thrusting. She gripped the sheets as she felt his sweat raining down on her skin.

"You're so fucking tight".

Her eyes rolled back as her cunt throbbed and stretched for him. The pain almost turned to numbness. His breathing became labored. She could feel her wetness drooling down to her asshole and wondered idly if she was bleeding. He found his rhythm inside her.

Sophia came on his cock again. This time it was primal. She felt herself trying to pull him in. Trying to get him even deeper into her aching, throbbing pussy. He was hitting something in the back with it, pushing at it over and over. He was so thick that her clit was rubbing up and down his shaft as he worked. For a moment she was only her need, her cumming pussy. Sophia was almost convulsing under him, her pussy gripping his cock in desperate pulses. She cried into his muffled hand "I'm cu-cu-cum-cummin" while he knocked something loose in her.

Matt reacted strongly to this and furiously slammed into her. Her pleasure became pain again, but she didn't care. She hoped the music and the hand over her mouth were enough to mask what must have been so much noise. Wet skin slapping. Grunts and moans. He was using her up. Fucking her like an object.

"Oh my fucking god!" He cried out. Matt put his arms under her legs and angled her hips far back as his own pistoned him into her. He pulled out of her so fast she heard the air coming with it, having been suctioned onto his fat dick. He sprayed onto her wet, messy pussy that was now angled to to be his plaything. The heat and wetness of Matt's cum covered her sensitive labia and her pussy began throbbing again, almost cumming. She could feel herself gaping for the first time, and felt some of his cum fall into her waiting insides.

Then he lay next to her, panting. They cuddled, but didn't speak. She was okay with that, thinking this the beginning of some great new adventure. She ignored the growing ache between her thighs and secretly relished in the slipperiness of it. He fell asleep first and she watched him.

He woke Sophia up early and rushed her out of his room. He didn't want his sister to suspect what had happened. Sophia obliged. Matt left early and she went home later. She had a sore reminder all day of what she let him do to her most secret place. She wanted to play it cool, but she texted him first.

Matt ghosted her. He left town again shortly after and she never saw him again.

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Everett was so caught up in what he was reading that fantasy and reality mixed. He had already started touching himself. He had to stop several times, his twitching cock ready to burst. He had heard that virginity was a social construct. Maybe she lost her virginity to someone fingers. Maybe to Matt's thick cock, if that's how you see it. Everett had also heard that you don't forget your first. His own first had cheated on him in a pickup truck with her ex. Her own first lover. Later, he would see her bring up Matt in the diary enough times to know that while she did get over the fantasy of a life with him, she still thought of him often. And Everett suspected she compared her other lovers to him, if only in her mind.

That was her history leading up to moving to the city. Everett sat with his hard dick, pants around his ankles. And he kept reading.

The rest of these will be inspired by true stories. While the first two were just what happened, I'll be mixing truth with fantasy for the rest. Unzip and enjoy.

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Can a guy and a girl be just friends? What if they have a sexual history?

Everett pondered this as he looked at his cell phone.

3:50 PM

Me: What are we doing tonight?

Sophia: I'm going to the bar with friends

Me: Which friends? Can I come?

Sophia: Sorry, 21 and up tonight. I'm riding with Dustin. We're meeting Marry Ann and Steve there.

Everett felt his heart racing. Sophia was going to be alone with Dustin in his car. Just a few weeks ago he had watched as Dusty and Soph had intense sex in front of him. He watched as the 26 year old skinny pale rocker guy nutted in his 20 year old bi-racial girlfriend, who was dark of hair, skin and eyes. He watched him slap her fat ass and spread her muscular legs. Everett still mastubated often, locked in that moment in his head.

But he hadn't left her or insisted she stop seeing her friend. She had recently turned 21 and Everett was now 19, which allowed her into a part of the world he was still barred from. He remembered the words of a mutual friend, that tying her down would mean losing her. So he asked that they be monogamous and she agreed. But he didn't stop her from partying with people, even without him.

Everett texted back, telling her to have fun and let him know when she was heading home. He finished up his shift and tried to keep his mind away from the trap. But as he drove home, he fell in anyway.

It started by remembering a conversation. Days after he asked Sophia to be monogamous with him, Everett asked her if she had sex with anyone else in the weeks that he had been dating her. At first she told him it didn't matter, that they were officially a couple now so the past was irrelevant. This only made him more curious, so he insisted. He assured her that he wouldn't be upset or jealous, but that he NEEDED to know.

Sophia had been in the club one night. She frequented the gay clubs and goth clubs with friends when the clubs had 18+ nights. She had met a lesbian black girl in her late 20s. The woman snuck Sophia drinks and they flirted and touched. At one point the woman rested her hand on Sophia's thigh. When Sophia showed interest the hand wandered up. The woman fingered her under the table.

Everett pictured it while driving. His cock strained against his jeans as he thought of her wetness on this strangers fingers. How the young woman offered Soph a ride home. And when they sat in her car and smoked a blunt, Sophia ended up in her back seat.

He pulled into the corner of a parking lot. Making sure no one was around he freed his aching cock. In his mind Sophia was in that back seat, her meaty pussy being sucked and licked, her skirt around her waist. Everett came, covered in his cum and shame.

He finished his drive home and remembered the rest of what she told him. Which was only this.

"Dustin is my friend. I knew him before I met you. What happened between the two of us is none of your business".

He went inside and tried to distract himself. She texted him a few times over the next couple of hours. She was having fun. She sent a selfie of herself with Marry Anne, two attractive girls with slutty clothes on in the club. A few hours passed and neither the TV nor video games could save him. But he looked forward to seeing her later.

Something by the couch in his living room caught is eye. It was a green backpack with stitching and trendy buttons. Sophia's over night bag for when she stayed at his apartment. She must have left it, which was unusual.

His phone buzzed again. Sophia's texts were getting sloppy.

8:37 PM

Sophia: Were all grabing sum food then headi over to Dunsty's. Might stay the night so nobody drive drunk.

Me: I can come get you. I want to see you

She sent a text of her face, cheeks flushed, smiling. He noticed she was in Dustin's car.

Sophia: Here you see me. Do something fun. I'm with friends tonight.

Everett tried to call her, but it went straight to voicemail.

Sophia: We're at the drive thru. I'll call you to say goodnight. Putting my phone away f4 a while

Everett stared at his phone. Then at her bag. Fuck it, he thought. He sat on the couch and opened it up. He knew it was wrong, but he was angry and jealous and anxious.

In the main compartment he found her shampoo, brush, body wash, perfume, phone charger etc. In the smaller compartment he found a small notebook that he recognized. Her diary. No fucking way. He set it aside, telling himself that he wouldn't stoop that low.

Then he checked a small front pocket and his heart sank into his stomach. He felt sick. Everett pulled out two condoms, still in their packs.

He and Sophia never used condoms. They had been together for six months now. Were these new? Old? Was it his business? Should he text her and demand an answer? He felt like he was going to throw up. And his cock betrayed him, twitching in his pants.

He stared at the diary. Were there answers to his insecurities in there? He had seen the little black book before, but never saw her writing in it. Maybe it was empty?

Everett picked it up and flipped through it. It was nearly full. He peeked at the dates and saw that she had scattered entries from the last two years in it. There were a few things in between some pages, Polaroids and folded notes.

Another thing their mutual friend had said haunted him in that moment. "When we stay at Dustin's place Sophia always sleeps in his room."

In his mind Everett saw a closed door in an apartment. He knew that Sophia and Dustin shared a bed on the other side. He looked at the diary in his shaking hands.

Everett dived in.

This is a true story, continued from before.

Sophia was what ever horny 18 year old dreams of. She was sexy, fun and down for anything. She was two years older than me, which seems like a big deal when you're that age. She was 5'6" with a curvy build that gave her strong, thick legs and a fat ass. Her breasts weren't big or small, but they were perky and pierced with dark nipples. She has long, black curly hair and brown eyes. Sofia has a few tattoos on her smooth, tan skin. One of those is placed just above her pussy, which she keeps shaved. She has dark, soft labia that reminds me of silk sheets.

We spent our first summer mostly in bed. I'm 5'8" and at that point in my life I chose weight lifting over cardio so I was muscular and stocky. My dick is between six and seven inches, and I kept it constantly buried in Sofia. I explored her body with mine in the dark, and we stole touches and kisses in public.

Sofia gave me the first blowjob that blew my mind. My first one to completion. I was sitting on the edge of her bed, naked. She knelt in front of me on a pillow on the floor. Sofia is 90% mouth, 10% hands with blowjobs. She has this way of applying and keeping suction as she works her mouth up and down, squeezing the base with her hand. You can actually feel the suction sliding up and down and when she sucks on the the head she moves her slippery tongue on the frenulum.

She worked her head up and down. Her perfume filled my nose and her black hair was so soft in my fingers. She looked at me with those dark eyes, mischievous and knowing. And then I was in my head.

This is the mouth that blew some guy under the table at a bar with Jean, Dustin and others cheering her on. This is the technique Sofia used on Dustin's long, skinny dick while I watched. And as she pulled back and did the thing where she pulls on the head of my cock with her mouth suction... I realized that's why she knew to remove his cock ring. They didn't even discuss it, she already knew that her suction would make it uncomfortable so she took it off with practiced ease.

I leaned back while my cock engorged. I could feel her spit pooling down onto my balls, cold compared to her hot mouth. How many others had her spit on their cock and balls? How many pussy lips had she parted with that expert tongue? She slept in Dustins room. What did he do to her behind that closed door? Her mouth felt so good on me. Did she blow him in his car? I was getting close, the section was too much. It was Sofias mouth and I was Dustin, feeling pleasure in her throat. I was a stranger in a one night stand, experiencing her puffy lips and silky tongue for the first and only time. She was a slut. Sofia was an easy whore, giving me her mouth because she loved cock in her pretty face.

"Oh my god, I'm going to cum" I warned her. I could already tell that this was different. The pleasure intense, my body hot and cold with the memory of her and Dustin sucking and fucking in front of me. I gripped the sheets and my toes curled. She just garbled an "Mmhmm" around my dick and sucked harder. I had to stop her! I had to warn her! The pressure was too much and I was going to fucking EXPLODE in her mouth.

"God damn it!" I gasped. "I'm fucking cumming."

I came so hard in her mouth that my ass came up off the bed. All my muscles clenched, my balls so tight, like all of me was spilling between her lips, onto her tongue and into her slender throat. Sofia just kept sucking, her long hair spilled around her face and hands so that I could no longer see what she was doing to me. My whole body spasmed as I busted in her wet mouth. Once, twice. Three times, just like Dustin spasmed when he shot his white hot load into her greedy pussy. I was hyperventilating and she just kept sucking. It wasn't over. It tickled and hurt and felt so good I kept gasping, desperate for air as my climax kept going. She was going to devour me, I was sure of it. She was swallowing my cum, sucking it right out of the tip.

And when she stopped I was paralyzed. On my back, still gasping. The hyperventilating had made most of my body numb. I legitimately couldn't move for several minutes. I had never experienced anything like it. The blowjob. The fantasy. I felt simultaneously guilty and fulfilled.

She kissed me and I didn't care about the cum. Her lips were swollen and soft from the intense blowjob. Her mouth was hot inside, her tongue slick. She smelled so good and her naked skin was heaven against mine.

It was days and nights like this. It was like a dream. It got complicated after that. I think I'm going to write more of these, but inspired by the truth so that fantasy can cover the mess that was reality.

This is a true story. Parts have been changed to protect identities. Some years old details are as best as I can recall. Part story, part confession.

I met Sofia when I was 18 and she was 20. I was just finishing up high school and she was finishing up her second year of college. I thought she was the coolest girl I had ever met. Sofia had long, curly black hair. She had tan skin with a few tattoos. She had a very curvy ass and modest but perky breasts.

We met up because we were both from the same small town. We had a lot of the same friends but since she was a little older we had just never met or hung out. When my (distant) cousin Jean came to the city and told me her best friend was there, we were introduced and I was smitten.

We went on our first date. Sofia had me spell bound. We flirted. She told me how her nipples were sensitive because they were pierced. When I asked to see them she didn't hesitate to lift her shirt. She had beautiful dark nipples with barbell rings. I kissed her soft mouth and grabbed her ass under her skirt. She hadn't worn a bra or panties. When I fucked her on her bed that night she let me hit raw. She was shaved with large labia that were almost purple in color. We fucked for hours and spent most of the weekend in her room. She always made me pull out, spilling hot white onto her brown skin. But we never used condoms.

Jean told me to take it slow with Sofia. She said Sofia was very sexually free and that I'd scare her off if I tried to pin her down in a relationship. She told me that Sofia had gotten kicked out of a bar when one of the guys at their table pulled his dick out and Sofia just started blowing him under the table with everyone there. Sofia was bisexual, had a lot of experience, and had a lot of hookups.

The most notable regular hookup was Dustin. He was 26, pale and skinny with a lot of tattoos. Dustin was wild, attractive, and older. It made me feel very inadequate. Jean told me that Sofia had confessed to her that she was in love with Dustin, but that he was terminally single. He was also bisexual and hooked up with a lot of guys and girls. I met half a dozen of them over the weeks and this guy was regularly smashing baddies.

He had a sports car, his own apartment and he was very stylish. Jean told me that one night she and Sofia partied at Dustins place, and they had a threesome. She said that Sofia always sleeps in his room when she stays over. I didn't know how much of this happened before or after Sofia and I started dating.

I was coming out of a relationship that I ended because I was cheated on. My first serious girlfriend had fucked her ex in his pickup truck. Her ex told me when I confronted him. She had told him she was single and he thought it was just a date with no strings. For a long time after I couldn't get the picture of him between her legs out of my mind.

So I was jealous and insecure when I found out about Dustin and her other hookups. Then before I knew it, I was thrown into my first cuckold experience.

Dustin took us out in his car. Sofia rode up front with him. I was crammed in the back. The three of us had some drinks at the park. We went to a Cafe and when the two of them excused themselves for a few minutes, I could tell he had given her drugs when they came back. He had been fucked up at the beginning of the night and by the time we started back to her place he was wasted. We were swerving in traffic and almost hit several cars.

We stumbled into her apartment. Then the flirting began. Dustin was flirting with both of us. Sofia was flirting with both of us. I didn't want to seem lame, so I tried to seem cool and into it. But they were serious.

Sofia said she needed a shower. Dustin followed her into the bathroom. I was panicking and followed after them. Sofia stripped off her clothes. I knew he had seen her naked body before. Sofia had an amazing ass. Her nipples were already hard. Dustin took his shirt off and Sofia knelt, undoing his belt and peeling off his tight jeans. I stared at his cock, stunned. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. He was completely shaved. He was semi hard and I could tell that he was longer than me, but a little less thick. And he had a silver piercing at the tip of his dick. The two of them were a contrast, her dark hair and curves with soft skin, him pale and bony like a model.

As I pulled off my own shirt, I felt him tugging my pants and underwear down. I was embarrassingly flaccid. Neither remarked on this, but he did say "Dude, you need to shave". Both of them were bare between their legs and I had never shaved or trimmed. As we stepped into the shower he said "I got you. Let me do it". I looked at Sofia and she nodded. And so I let him shave me as the 3 of us crammed into a shower. He nicked me a couple of times. It was freezing when I wasn't under the water so my cock and balls were almost blue and pulled into me. My cock is slightly longer and thicker than average when hard, but in his hand while she watched it was the smallest it's ever been.

We were all naked and towling off whenever Dustin just said "Do you guys want to fuck?"

I didn't know what to say. I looked at Sofia, naked and alluring and felt excited and scared. I asked her what she wanted, half hoping she would say no.

"I don't care. I just need to get railed" she said.

I was feeling a million things at once as we all went to her bed. Horny, scared, jealous. I remembered Jean's warning about scaring Sofia away and felt I needed to keep up.

They started making out hard. She was biting his lip. He was slapping and squeezing her bare ass. And in a split second he had his hand between her legs and his fingers inside her. My girl. I had never experienced sex so aggressive and heavy. He was being rough with her soft pussy and she was clinging to him, moaning and biting his shoulder. He fingered her with one hand and began choking her with the other. I could hear her getting wetter and wetter as he worked deep and hard. Her blood rushed to her pussy and she was more turned on than I'd ever seen her. Wild with lust.

I was standing by the bed hypnotized as she came for him. He released her throat and Sofia gasped. She was shaking and twitching with pleasure. He slapped her ass with the hand that had just been buried in her and the hand print he left behind was wet with her cum.

Dustin looked over at me as if he just remembered I was there. He lay down on his back, waiting to be serviced. Sofia moved diligently between his legs and put his hard cock in her mouth.

"Come here." He said to me. "Put your dick in my mouth."

I was out of breath even though I hadn't done anything. Sofia's wet lips were working up and down his shaft. Up and down, with sucking noises. I knelt by his head and he raised up and started sucking my soft cock. It felt good, but my whole body was hot and cold at the same time and I couldn't tear my eyes off of Sofia's lips and tongue, like she was starving and he was delicious. He would pull my rubbery cock out with his lips, suck it and lick it. He grabbed by ass and tried to get me to fuck his face. I gripped the back of his head and tried, plunging my weak dick in and out of his eager mouth. But it stayed soft.

"I'm sorry." I said. "I think maybe I drank too much."

Dustin didn't waste any time. He just turned his attention to her. He grabbed Sophia's head, his fingers in her curly hair, and started guiding her, faster and faster. He would push her head down until she gagged and had to come back up for air.

Sophia paused to remove his cock ring. She did it with such dexterity and experience that I knew in that moment she had removed it from him before. She hadn't even asked and he didn't even comment, they just knew what to do. I sat and watched, light headed. She places his ring on the table and went right back down, sucking him as he fucked her face. Like I wasn't there.

"Get on top of me." He told her. Sofia strattled his hips and gripped him with her hand. She worked the head of him between her perfect dangling pussy lips. Then she lowered her hips onto his and he disappeared inside her. They both groaned in pleasure. She started grinding on top of him, forward and back. His hands grabbed at her ass, pinched her nipples, pulled her hair, squeezed her throat. She started to ride him.

I moved behind her and I could see her round ass moving up and down, her dark soaked pussy beneath gripping him and sliding up to his head, down to his balls. Slap, slap, slap. I could tell she was getting tired and I was desperate to be involved, so I grabbed her soft hips and pulled her up and down on top of him. I slammed her ass down on his balls and lifted her up. I could smell their sex, hear it.

"I'm cumming" she said. Dustin grabbed her throat again and with his other hand furiously worked her clit. He fucked her from below and I helped him. It sounded like splashing and skin on skin as she shook on top of him, cumming for him, then collapsed on his chest. She squeezed him with her legs, locking him inside.

But Dustin wasn't done. He rolled on top of her, still between her legs. I'll never forget the sight of what a pussy looks like when it is that turned on. Glistening, swollen, greedy. Even her tits were swollen.

Dustin fucked my girl in front of me. She spread her legs for him and he tore into her with abandon. The bed was rocking, moving across the floor. Her face was flushed, she was gasping and moaning. He looked almost angry, thrusting deep and hard. She screamed out "Dustin! Oh my god, fuck me Dustin!". He was sweating, pumping into her. Her legs were pulled back and open as she accepted him. It felt like ages as the angles locked forever into my brain. His hips and her thighs. His shaft dipping inside her. Her asshole exposed and covered in her wetness because her legs were back.

"Are you on birth control?" He asked her. She shook her head, maybe unable to speak.

He pumped harder and I could see everything. Once, he slipped out and she hastily grabbed for his shaft and guided him back in. He fucked her into her mattress and said "I'm going to cum". She dug her fingernails into his pale back and kept moaning. "Where do you want me to cum?" He asked.

She shook her head and said "I don't care".

As if he couldn't hold it any longer be grabbed her shoulders for leverage and thrust HARD into her. He groaned as he did. Once. Twice. Three times. She cried out with each thrust. Then he collapsed on top of her, sweating, panting and spent.

I couldn't move. I watched them there, breathing heavy and covered in each other's spit and sweat. She looked up at me from underneath with him still inside her. Her brown eyes lusty and guilty.

Then he pulled out of my girl and rolled onto his back. They lay next to each other. His wet cock was shrinking and twitching. Her pussy was a mess. So dark and swollen and wet it was almost unrecognizable. Her skin ten shades darker from thigh to thigh. She was still looking at me and I could see that she realized in that moment what had really happened. She never asked me if I was OK with them continuing without me. She never let me cum inside her when we were together. And she hadn't acknowledged my presence since we started.

Dustin had immediately passed out. The drugs and liquor and sex had put him to sleep in moments. I actually went over and covered him with a blanket.

Sofia sat up, closing her legs. I could still hear the wetness between her thighs. She came to me and grabbed me up in a tight hug. At first we sat like that, her hugging me and I was just... numb. Hurt. Confused. Horny. Scared to lose her. Mad enough to leave. Insecure.

We moved to another room and had our first argument. She pointed out that I had never asked her to be exclusive with me. Said that she would have. She said she thinks she loves me. I told her that I did love her. We cried and held each other.

That was how our relationship started. There is more. Years of it. Swinging, cuckolding, threesomes. Cheating. I'll write more if this gets any attention. Sorry for being so wordy. If you made it to the end, thank you.

I saw some chat on my local forum along the lines of "if you want prettier MTs go to NYC". There are a ton of AMPs in my state for how small it is, but it's rare to find the 8/10 to 10/10. Most are 5-7 and more than a few are 3-4.

I'm going on vacation soon to a state that is known for its oranges. I'm tempted to find a FS place if I can and maybe experience one of these for myself to see if the tourist areas really have better MTs or not.

Do any of you have experience with city vs rural MTs? Or MTs in a tourist area?

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Looking for a JO bud, maybe more tomorrow morning or lunch time