Conditioned to be a Cuckold

[The following is absolutely true. It will give the reader a unique perspective into how a normal guy could be lured into being turned on by being dominated and controlled by the woman he loves and adores. Indeed, to the point of being a cuckold. If you enjoy this **********, then please vote positively. I will submit Part II shortly. It's been fun writing about my life. Thanks, Mark.]

My name is Mark and I'm a 38 year old, 5'-9" tall, 175 lb. guy who has been happily married for 9 years to the same beautiful, blonde haired, blue eyed woman named Laurie. Before I get too far into this narrative, I want to say up front that this is not a fictional story intended simply to arouse the reader; but rather, this is an accurate account of the circumstances of my individual sexual experience. I am a successful corporate executive and I work in the financial services industry in the San Francisco Bay Area.

Now I will describe my wife Laurie. She has always been obsessed with her weight and she is a total fitness chick. She works out religiously at least 60 minutes every day. Even when we're on vacation, she either finds a gym to work out at, or she goes for a run. She has a stunning figure.

Laurie and I are both 5-9" tall. Since Laurie enjoys wearing heals, and because she is a slender 126 lbs., she is actually appears to be two or three inches taller than I am when we're out together. As a result, most of my friends believe that Laurie is taller than I am. Laurie is two years younger than I am (36 years young). Because Laurie has always avoided the sun, and due to excellent genes resulting in amazing skin, she really looks to be 27 or 28 years old. All of our friends believe that she is 10 years younger than I am.

Laurie is extremely concerned with her appearance. She has had two cosmetic surgeries, both of which I didn't think she needed at all. She had some tiny wrinkles around her eyes (I never noticed them, but she did) removed. And when she was 30 she had her boobs, that had started to sag slightly, firmed up. At the time she had her boobs lifted, she also had them slightly augmented (again, not necessary as she has always had big boobs). As a result, given her otherwise petite frame, her size D breasts look very large on her. This causes most men to stare at her chest when she wears tight fitting tops.

I first met Laurie in High School in San Francisco, California when I was a senior and she was a sophomore. She ran track in High School, and she said that during that time she felt too tall, and she felt like her boobs were too large for her slender frame. I have always been attracted to girls with nice racks, so I took notice of Laurie when we first meet in a coed tennis class. She had a boyfriend at the time, a tall, basketball player named Greg who, like me, was also a senior.

I flirted with Laurie early and often during that tennis class. I thought about her constantly. She seemed to enjoy the extra attention. Our tennis class ended at noon. She knew that I always went off campus to lunch and one day she asked me if she could go with my buddy and me to lunch since she didn't have either a license or a car. Of course, I encouraged her to come with us, and I was happy that she joined us. During that tennis class, Laurie joined us at lunch a couple of times a week. I discovered that she usually joined us when her boyfriend Greg was doing his own thing for lunch. That was fine with me.

Toward the end of the semester, Laurie broke up with her boyfriend Greg. She told me that she needed some "space" from Greg and she said that he was "getting too controlling." She added that he was also jealous and she thought it best to give their relationship a break.

Within a week or two, I had asked her out to dinner and a movie. She declined, but was nice about it. Therefore, I asked her out the next weekend. Again she declined but this time it was more reluctant than an outright shoot down. So I asked her out again. The third time she didn't decline, but it was more like an acceptance based either on pity or so that I would continue to take her off campus to lunch with me. Perhaps she just didn't want to lose her meal ticket. Either way, I was delighted because she accepted.

However, Laurie said that she had two conditions before she would go out with me. I wanted desperately to go out with her, so I would have agreed to pretty much anything. Her first condition was that since she had just put the brakes on her relationship with a controlling guy (Greg), she said that she'd only go out with me if I agreed never to be "the jealous, controlling type."

To be honest, I didn't know if I was a jealous or controlling type guy, but I immediately assured her that I was neither. Her second condition was that I wear some shoes with large heels because she didn't want to be "way taller" than I was. I told her that I wouldn't wear my tennis shoes, and that I had a pair of dress boots with 1 ½" heels.

Our first date was really fun. Laurie was energetic, exciting, and incredibly attractive. She wore a tight white top that really showed off her amazing breasts. It seemed like every guy looked at her. I felt so proud and lucky to be going out with such a hot girl that I didn't care that all eyes were on her.

Despite being 2 years younger, I knew that Laurie had dated a lot more than I had. She had a number of prior steady boyfriends. And she was just more experienced in the ways of the world. For example, Laurie drank ******* (I never had at that point), she could swear better than I could, and she was just more worldly in general. Admittedly, I had lead a pretty sheltered life having been raised in a strict religious household, which Laurie said was "sort of charming."

She let me kiss her at the end of our first date, but she quickly ended the kiss after just a second or two. That was okay with me, I'd kissed Laurie!

We continued to date once a week for the next month. I'd have gone out every night with her, but Laurie was only free about one night a week. During that time, her old boyfriend Greg was continually trying to get back together her. It drove him crazy that I was going out with her. And, of course, it pissed me off to no end that he was continually trying to win her back. Since Greg was more popular than I was, it drove me nuts that he was still after her.

One afternoon, one of my buddies told me that he'd seen Laurie driving around with Greg in his Mustang. I knew that Laurie loved Greg's car, and she loved that Greg's parents were wealthy and that Greg always had money.

Trying to appear to be neither "jealous" nor "controlling," when I saw Laurie later that evening, I asked her if she'd been out with Greg. I'll never forget her response.

Without hesitating she said, "Oh brother, are you jealous just because Greg drove me home?"

I lied to her by saying, "no, I was just curious. It's no big deal."

She knew better and replied, "Sure." She then admitted that one of the reasons she allowed him to drive her home is because he told her that he had some great pot and he knew that she loved to smoke weed from time-to-time.

Since I was raised in a strict household, I had no clue about *****. Nevertheless, I didn't want to appear naïve, so I told her that I had no problem with her and Greg smoking a little pot. Of course, I was lying and it was killing me inside that she was still hanging out with Greg.

Laurie's knew that it bothered me despite my claims to the contrary. However, she merely said, "You told me you were not the jealous type, remember?"

I had no choice but to respond, "Hey look, it's no big deal."

Nevertheless, I was unable to ***** that night knowing that Laurie was hanging out with Greg and smoking pot with him.

That Friday night, I asked Laurie out again. She told me that she could go out Saturday night, but that she couldn't go out Friday night as she had other "plans."

I suspected that she was going out to smoke some more pot with Greg. But I didn't ask any questions for fear that she'd break things off with me for being jealous or controlling. So I couldn't say anything, even though it was ******* for me whenever I thought of her possibly being with Greg.

Friday night I went out with my buddies, but I couldn't think of anything other than where Laurie was. Time crawled that night.

Saturday night finally rolled around and I picked Laurie up in my Volkswagen. We had a good time, but Laurie seemed distant. It was like she wanted to be somewhere else. So I asked her if anything was bothering her.

Laurie claimed that there was nothing bothering her. Perhaps it was me that was preoccupied because she sensed that something was different. She knew that it bothered me that she was talking to Greg still, but she told me that I was going to "turn into the jealous type," we'd need to give our relationship a break.

Once again, I had no alternative but to insist that I was not jealous and that if she was out with Greg the night before, "it was cool with me."

Laurie suddenly grinned brightly and leaned over and hugged and kissed me and thanked me for being understanding.

Later that night, Laurie asked me if I'd ever ***** *******. I had not, and I admitted it. She then said that she was going to end my "******* virginity." I had my first beer that night. Laurie drank wine, while I had 3 Budweiser beers. Laurie was proud of me for stepping out from under my strict religious upbringing.

I was feeling fewer inhibitions, and while we were kissing in the back seat of my car, I moved my right hand down from her shoulder and lowered it to top area. Even though it was over her top and bra, it still felt great to have my right hand on her left breast. I was literally shaking.

While laughing at the trembling in my hands, she moved my hand away after she me feel her breast for a few seconds. She then asked sarcastically, "what, do you think you're going to lose your ******* virginity and your sexual virginity on the same night?" She laughed out loud so hard that she pushed me away so that she could laugh at me good and hard. After she'd calmed down, I think she felt sorry for me. She asked me if I'd ever seen a girl's "tits" before. I admitted that I had not in real life, only magazines.

Laurie pushed me over onto my side of the back seat and she told me that since I'd agreed to ***** with her, she was going to "give me a treat." But before, she said that she didn't know if I'd be able to restrain myself so she made me sit in left, back seat and she put the seat belt on me. She cautioned that if I released the belt, the "treat" would be over.

Once I agreed to not move, and to remain restrained by the seat belt, Laurie moved as far away as possible, by sitting in the right, rear seat. She starred directly into my eyes while she reached down and slowly pulled her snug fitting top over her head. There, before my straining eyes, was Laurie's bra, which seemed to barely harness her large breasts. The bra seemed so tight, that the tops of her boobs were spilling out of the top of it. Fortunately, we were parked in a parking lot that had good lighting. It was an incredible sight.

Laurie knew that I loved the sight of her bra covered breasts. She looking at my eyes, Laurie reached for my right hand and placed it up against her bra. I immediately squeezed her large, bra covered breast. It was awesome. I begged her to remove her bra. She agreed on the condition that I again promise that I would not get "jealous and weird" of Greg, who was just "a friend."

I would have agreed to anything and immediately said, "of course."

So Laurie reached behind her back and unhooked her bra strap. She slowly removed her bra, and I'll never forget her big boobs bouncing as she unleashed her 32 D cup breasts. Then I instantly noticed that her areolas were super large.

I'd seen lots of naked breasts in magazines, but the size of her nipples and areolas were amazingly large. They looked to be easily 2 inches in diameter. To be honest, I thought that her areolas were so large that they looked unusual. But then given the size of her big breasts, I'll never forget thinking, "well, all big breasted women must all have big nipples."

Anticipating that I was focused and starring at her large nipples, she said, "guys seem to love my big tits and big areolas."

When I said, "oh my God they look awesome," Laurie erupted in laughter again, causing her boobs to bounce on her chest. It was an amazing sight. Up to that point in my life, I'd never been more fascinated with a visual sight than that.

Then I noticed a number of marks on her boobs. I asked her what the marks were. She seemed annoyed by the naïve question and immediately blurted out, "oh my God, I thought you agreed not to be jealous!"

As soon as my brain processed her comment, it occurred to me that the marks may have hickeys. An "oh" must have escaped from me.

Laurie had all of the control in our relationship and she asserted it again by saying, "listen Markie [her pet name for me], if you're going to be jealous, you know that I'll have to put the breaks on seeing you, right?"

Again, I said, "I know our agreement and I'm not jealous . . . I swear, I just didn't know what the marks were."

Laurie said, "sure Mark."

I quickly apologized. And I tried to again insist that I was not jealous since I didn't want to do anything to hamper our relationship.

Laurie then said she thought we would need to just be friends for a while. I assured her that I was not jealous.

In response, Laurie said that she believed I was, but that she could "test" my claims of not being jealous. She said she wanted to be sure that I was not going to be jealous because she couldn't take having to deal with another jealous, controlling guy. She told me that I was likely going to fail her "jealousy test," and that most guys would.

I confidently assured Laurie I would easily pass her test.

Laurie then demanded that I remain restrained and put my hands behind my back. With that, Laurie sat back in her seat, and folded her arms under her big breasts, which only made them push out even more prominently. Looking directly into my eyes, Laurie leaned forward so that I could see her boobs up close (I was still restrained by the seat belt), and she asked, "do you know what the marks on my tits are from?"

As I starred up close to the amazing sight, I replied, "no" (even though I was praying it was not from Greg).

Laurie continued to look me right in the eyes and said, "last night, Greg and I went to the beach to smoke the rest of his pot, and he gave me the hickeys. Yes, those are hickeys from Greg sucking on my tits last night."

Laurie then waited to gauge my reaction. Now, however, her eyes alternated looking at my eyes and my erection. She added, "I told Greg not to suck them so hard in one place because it would leave a hickey, but I think he wanted to put the hickeys all over me."

Laurie then noticed that my penis jumped. She got an evil smile on her face. She slowly reached over and gently rested her hand on the tent that had developed in my Dockers.

Laurie continued, "Greg sucked on my nipples so much that they are still very tender tonight, but thank God they are already dark or you'd see huge hickeys there too."

Again, I have no idea why, but my penis jumped twice. I was rock hard. Laurie again grinned devilishly.

Laurie then asked, "now Markie, does it make you jealous or mad that another guy was sucking on my tits last night?"

I was insanely jealous, but my cock was undeniably totally erect. I didn't answer, but she didn't let me off the hook.

She repeated the question, to which I responded, "Oh, I'm just amazed at your fantastic breasts . . . and no I'm not jealous."

Laurie got that devilish grin again. "Are you sure you're not jealous of Greg?"

I lied again, "no, it's cool."

Laurie then whispered into my ear, "Markie, your cock is cute . . . it's small, but it's cute."

I didn't know what "cute" meant, but the small comment was embarrassing. I was speechless. Up till that point in time, I assumed I was average. Her devilish grin remained on her face as she was clearly enjoying tormenting me.

I was still sitting with my hands behind my back and Laurie leaned over and whispered, "You are still not allowed to touch me, but you can free your hands and, if you want, you can touch yourself."

I was not about to play with myself in front of a total hottie; that was something I did solely in private. I thought it was weird that she would want to see me play with myself, so I assumed it was another bizarre test of hers.

She continued, "Mark, if you stroke your cock, I just might show you my pussy."

I was speechless. Was she for real? Why the hell would she want to see me stroke my cock? Damn, I thought, "how humiliating to masturbate in front of someone else."

"Mark, you passed my test . . . now have you ever seen a real pussy?" Laurie inquired.

I was embarrassed to answer, so I said nothing.

She kept whispering in my ear, "Mark, I know that you jerk off thinking about me . . . so why not jerk off now while you get a glimpse of my pussy?"

I was frozen. I desperately wanted to see her pussy, but I was mortified at the thought of masturbating in front of her.

But Laurie was unrelenting, "go ahead and stroke your cute, little cock . . . and I'll show you my pussy."

I wanted to see her shaved vagina so much that I reluctantly zipped open the fly of my Dockers and released my 5" penis.

Laurie leaned back into her seat and with her devilish grin, she laughing said, "go ahead and stroke yourself Mark; I know you want to."

I gingerly grabbed my penis and began to slowly stroke it.

Laurie knew that my stroking was far too passive, and she blurted out, "come on, be a man and stroke that cute, little cock!"

In response, I started stroking in earnest. Laurie lifted her short skirt, and revealed a red thong. As I masturbated in front of her, she laughed while she pulled her thong to one side.

I saw my first pussy . . . and it was so incredibly beautiful. I immediately started having an orgasm. Sperm was flying as Laurie screamed and laughed at the same time.

She continued to tease me by laughingly asking, "Wow Markie, how long did that take you, all of 15 seconds?"
The next week at school, as I was walking out to the parking lot to get into my car to go home, I noticed that Laurie was standing with Greg up against his black Camero. While Greg seemed to scowl at me, Laurie cheerfully yelled, "hi Markie!"

I waived and said something real articulate like, "hey," as I continued on my way toward my car.

Seeing that I was trying to flee the scene, Laurie yelled, "Mark, don't be rude, come on over and say hello."

I felt stupid, but thought that I needed to talk to Greg and Laurie to show Laurie that I was not "jealous and weird."

Greg was nearly 6'-5," weighed about 250 lbs., and there was absolutely no doubt in anyone's mind that he could have easily kicked my ass. Greg was a starting forward on our High School basketball team. I hated feeling inferior to Greg.

As I approached Greg and Laurie, I noticed that they were standing real close to each other. And then I noticed that he was slightly behind her and it appeared that his left hand was either in his left, front pocket or it was resting on her ass. Greg didn't say a word, as he continued to smoke his cigarette. I was trying to look Laurie in the eye, but my peripheral vision was focus on Greg's left hand as it appeared to possibly be massaging Laurie's ass. Laurie pretended not to notice Greg's hand, as she asked how my classes were going and what I was up to.

It was then that I noticed that Laurie's nipples were protruding prominently from her snug fitting yellow top. I was May in the Bay Area, around 3:00 pm, and it was nearly 80 degrees outside. So my mind was trying to process why her nipples would be so aroused.

After Laurie asked another trivial question of me, and then I watched as Greg remove the cigarette from his mouth with his right hand and he gently put in Laurie's mouth. Without hesitating, she took a long drag and then smilingly looked back to Greg and said, "thanks babe."

Oh my God, I nearly fainted with jealousy. I must have turned bright red, but I was pretending not to be jealous. By now, I couldn't help but look down in the direction of Greg's left hand, and I didn't care that they saw what I was looking at. I had to know.

Sure enough, his left hand was fondling Laurie's left ass cheek right in front of me. And she was letting him. Intense pangs of jealously were shooting though me, but I prayed they were not be noticed.

Laurie asked if I was going to the high school basketball game that night, and in the middle of my ambiguous response, I saw Greg's left hand come up from Laurie's ass and he rested his elbow on her left shoulder. When Greg relaxed his left arm, his left hand appeared to be dangling at the exact height of Laurie's left breast. I tried like hell to pretend that I didn't notice what he was obviously doing. As Laurie was trying to convince me to go to the game since a lot of our mutual friends would be there, Greg cupped Laurie's left breast right in front of me.

For a couple of seconds, Laurie pretended not to notice, but then she nonchalantly moved his large hand away and said, "Greg, be cool." While I tried to end the conversation, she kept a hold of Greg's left hand with her hand.

I got out of there as quickly as I could. As I drove away, I was furious. It was Friday afternoon, and I would normally be excited for the weekend to start, but I was seriously depressed. I decided that I would confront Laurie that night, even thought I suspected that she would consider my concerns to be obvious signs of my "jealously." At that point, I was so upset that I didn't care.

Not having anything else to do that night, and knowing that Laurie would be at the varsity hoops game, I decided to go to the game. Plus, I knew that Greg would be playing in the game so he wouldn't be sitting with Laurie. I was hoping to confront Laurie about her relationship with Greg after the game, if I could get her alone.

Laurie was sitting with her friends, so I sat a few rows behind her with some of my friends. After the game, I asked Laurie if we could go and talk.

She was standing with her girlfriend Sandy, and Laurie said, "well, I wanted to congratulate Greg on his team's win, could we do it afterwards?"

Since there were others around, I said, "sure, call me later."

Laurie promised to call me later that night. I waited and waited for Laurie's call. It was 11:30 pm before she called. She said that she was tired and wanted to ***** and she asked if we could get together the next day.

I told her that I needed to talk to her that night.

She cut right to the chase by asking if I was "jealous" or if I wanted to talk about Greg?

Out of sheer habit of continually denying any jealously, I continued to insist that it was not about that. Of course, it was.

Laurie eventually relented and told me to come over.

As I pulled up to her house at 11:45 pm, she ran out and jumped into my car. I drove a couple of blocks away and parked the car.

She asked what was so urgent.

I started to mumble something about us and our relationship and Laurie stopped me.

She said, "Markie, it's obvious that despite your promises of not being jealous, you are very jealous of Greg."

I don't know why, but I continued to deny that it was jealousy of Greg.

Laurie called my bluff. She said, "well Mark, if you're not jealous of Greg, do you have any idea where I've been for the last 2 hours?"

I admitted to her that I didn't know.

Then came the big question, "Mark, do you really want to know where I've been and what I've been doing?" Before I had time to answer, she repeated, "do you really think you can handle it and not be jealous . . . do you really want to know?"

Then she added, "I guess if you're really not jealous, then maybe you do want to know."

I thought about it for a few seconds and wanting to know the extent of their relationship, I responded, "yes, I want to know."

Laurie said to drive to the secluded section of the empty K-Mark parking lot. As soon as we got there, she said "shut the engine off." Then Laurie sat back in her seat and asked, "one last time Markie, are you sure you want to know?" "Yes," I replied.

"Okay, Greg took me to dinner to celebrate his win. And after dinner, he drove me back to his house because he wanted to change his clothes. Laurie continued, "I didn't know that Greg's parents were in New York for the week. And as soon as we got back to Greg's house, he threw me on his couch and started kissing me." Laurie continued her description of the prior events, "he pushed my shirt and bra up and within seconds he was sucking on my tits."

Laurie then paused and looked down at my crotch. It was beginning to rise to attention. She couldn't contain her smile. She continued, "Greg is obsessed with sucking on my nipples, he can go for hours." "He sucked them until I couldn't take it any longer and I tried to pull his head up to kiss him, just to give my tits some much needed relief."

Laurie went on, "Greg likes to be a little rough, and before I knew it, he had pulled my skirt up to my waist and I was laying there in just my thong, with my blouse and bra pulled up around my neck."

My penis was now standing at full salute – totally erect. Laurie noticed and starting giggling and said, "oh my God Mark, I thought for sure that my description would freak you out . . . but I'm shocked that you're enjoying hearing about Greg attacking me!" She had her devilish look back and she chuckled at me and saying "oh my God, this is really freaky" and "I can't believe it." She quickly reached over, unzipped my jean, and pulled my penis out. As she starred at it in disbelief, Laurie asked, "wow, this really does turn you on, doesn't it?"

I honestly didn't know that the hell was happening to me. For sure, I knew that I was extremely jealous. Yet at the same time, my penis seemed to ignore my jealously because it was definitely hard as a rock.

As usual, I tried to deny my jealously so that I too could make out with Laurie. Thus, I boasted, "look Laurie, if I was jealous, would I have an erection?" Not sure what to make of the situation, Laurie exclaimed, "this is some weird ****, and I don't know what to make of it."

Laurie then slid over next to me and put her mouth directly next to my right ear. "Hey, you want me to keep going, don't you?"

I didn't say anything.

She then took her index finger and placed it just under the head of my penis, and barely touching my penis, she feathered the underside of my penis as she continued her description. "I have to admit that I love it when Greg eats my pussy, and besides, I was just glad to have his mouth off of my tender, sore nipples."

Laurie continued whispering in my ear, while gently feathering the underside of my penis, "Greg knows exactly how to bring me to orgasm with his tongue . . . and he knows that I'm putty in his hands once he gets me going."

I couldn't help it, not could I explain it, but my penis was twitching almost constantly as I fought to keep from coming all over myself.

Laurie continued her description of her earlier meeting with Greg, "as soon as Greg got me off, I felt the head of Greg's big cock at the entrance of my pussy." She added, "I don't know how Greg got it out so fast, but there it was pushing to try to get into my pussy."

"Greg's cock is so fucking big, that if I'm not really wet, and if I don't spread my pussy lips and help get him in, he rips me and I ******" Laurie explained. "His cock is literally twice as big as yours." "So rather than get ripped apart, I reached down and spread my pussy lips and helped guide his big unit slowly into me."

Laurie sensed that I was starting to cum, so she quickly stopped rubbing my penis and grabbed the base of my penis and squeezed it really hard. She squeezed so hard that it hurt.

I yelped and said, "ouch, what are you doing?"

She said, "I don't want you coming just yet freaker boy." Still some cum was oozing out of the tip of my penis.

After she was confident that she'd postponed my orgasm, she scooped up the semen that had escaped from the tip of my penis and brought it to my lips. I quickly turned my head away.

Laurie then said, "Mark, if you want me to continue feathering your cock, you'll taste your own cum . . . come on, you can do it!" I would have killed to keep her massaging my penis, so I relented and opened my mouth.

"Good boy," Laurie praised me. It was the first time I had tasted semen.

It was obvious that Laurie loved the power and control that she had over me. And she loved teasing me, a previously sheltered religious kid, even more.

She asked, "how did your cum taste?"

I truthfully told her that it honestly didn't taste like much of anything.

"What, you can't taste it?" she questioned.

"Not really, I didn't taste anything," I said.

She seemed puzzled by my opinion. Nevertheless, she continued barely feathering the underside of my penis, the most sensitive area on my penis, as she continued her description of the events of barely one hour ago.

"As soon as he was in me, it occurred to me that he didn't have a condom on." "So I freaked out and told him that he better not cum inside of me," Laurie said. "But he couldn't give a **** and he kept driving his big, fat cock into me." She continued, "I kept telling him, don't fucking cum inside of me Greg." She annoyingly added, "But once he starts going, I know there's no way he can stop."

Laurie's voice seemed to get more animated when she said, "Two seconds later he was burying his big cock all the in me and groaning, and I felt his cock start to m start to spurt." Laurie said, "at that point, I didn't really care . . . I was just glad that his big cock wasn't hurting me anymore." "Besides," she added, "he's cum inside me so many times before, it's no big deal."

I couldn't help it. I, again, was having another orgasm. Laurie again squeezed the base of my cock and stopped the eruption.

Again she scooped the bit of semen that escaped to the top and put it in my mouth and asked, "can you taste it now?"

I just couldn't taste much of anything this second time and I told her as much.

Frustrated, Laurie said, "fuck, I can't believe you can't taste it!" So told me that it was an acquired taste for her but that she was okay with it now.

Then Laurie got that devilish gleam in her eye. She was determined to show me why she didn't like the taste of semen initially. Laurie whispered in my ear, "what if I were to tell you that I was thinking of maybe taking my top off and letting you play with my tits, and if you're gentle, I'll stroke you off."

I immediately begged, "yes, please, please, please." Nobody, besides myself of course, had ever stroked me off to orgasm. However, she added, "but you have to eat my pussy first."

I had a huge dilemma. I wanted to play with Laurie's amazing tits more than I wanted life itself . . . and getting stroked off by Laurie too? I couldn't think of anything better. And I didn't mind the opportunity to eat Laurie's pussy . . . but Laurie just got through telling me that Greg had just deposited a load of his semen in her merely half an hour or so ago.

Without giving me a chance to think too much, Laurie sat back, twisted her body, laid back and raised her legs so that her left foot was on the head rest of my seat and her right foot was on the dash board. She didn't have any panties on and this position left her pussy totally exposed. Only this time, her shaved pussy looked quite different. Instead of being a tight slit, her pussy was open. What's more, her vagina appeared to have a gaping hole in the middle, which I thought was due to Greg's big penis penetrating her. And there was clear fluid all around her pussy and even down the inside of her thighs.

I didn't want to get near Greg's semen, but before I could react, Laurie reached out and gently moved my head into position. "Lick it Mark . . . come on, its okay, lick it baby," Laurie exhorted me.

I resisted.

But Laurie pushed my head down to her pussy saying, "come on, do it . . . you know you want to." Laurie continued to push my head down to her pussy as she urged me to get into the task.

"Lick it" she demanded. "That's it Mark . . . keep it up . . . mmmm."

Laurie seemed to be truly enjoying herself. Then I felt Laurie contracting her pussy, and the same time she commanded, "suck it up . . . suck it up . . . keep sucking and licking . . . stick your tongue as far down as you can and keep sucking and swallowing."

I could definitely taste the pungent taste of semen mixed with Laurie's pussy juice.

As I was really getting into giving my first oral sex, I heard Laurie start to giggle. I thought she was giggling because she was enjoying my tongue work. But she kept giggling while cheering me on, "lick it . . . suck it . . . yeah." Then she'd giggle some more.

After 10 minutes of my giving Laurie oral, the first thing she said after she had an orgasm was, "oh my God Markie, I can't believe I just got you to eat my pussy after Greg just filled it with his cum!" She added, "wow, you must really love me!"

She was right; I was totally smitten by her beauty as well as her control. She had me.

Then she asked, "so how did Greg's cum taste?" Before I could even answer, she asked, "did you taste it? "Tell me how it tasted?"

I was embarrassed to tell her that it tasted okay to me . . . honestly neither good nor bad really. However, to agree with her that the taste was unpleasant, and to sound more masculine, I told her, "it was some nasty stuff, but your pussy juice was tasty."

She busted out laughing. She literally couldn't stop laughing at me with that devil grin of hers. She said, "get out of here, you can't tell the difference between my pussy juice and Greg's cum, and besides, 95% of what you just ate was Greg's semen . . . he cums like a ton . . . it leaks out of me for hours afterwards!"

She wanted to make sure that I was well aware of what I'd just done, "oh my God, you just swallowed a bunch of Greg's semen." "But don't worry," she cautioned, "I won't tell Greg!" She kept laughing.

She did stroke my penis while she exposed her tits. Her nipples were so sore from that jerk Greg that she told me to avoid her nipples altogether, which pissed me off.

However, I didn't have much time to get pissed because she jerked me off for about 15 seconds before I had my first orgasm at the hands of a woman.

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