the making of a cuckhold
May 3, 2011 by: cuckold_videos
I just loved the feeling of his stiff cock in my tight pussy, and it seemed like the more he fucked me the more I had to have. I don’t think that I am technically a nymphomaniac or anything, but I was having orgasm after orgasm and my pussy still tingled for more. He finally stiffened up and ejaculated into me, and I was still trying to fuck him as his cock softened and he pulled it out of me. I dated him a couple of more times, and noticed that he did not want to suck my pussy any more, but would just get right to fucking me and shooting his cum into me. Maybe he felt that he didn’t want to put his mouth where his cock had been because it would be nasty, but I really missed having my pussy sucked.
It was now January of the next year, and I was being asked out on dates by more and more guys, and I was enjoying fucking all of them. I just loved feeling those hard cocks pushing into me, and still couldn’t seem to get enough. I especially liked the feeling of being filled with cum and having it run out of me and down my ass. As my reputation as an easy fuck grew, it seemed that the boys just wanted to fuck me, and there was no longer any pretense of even going to a movie or to dinner. They would pick me up or even just come to my home when my parents were at work, and I usually sucked their cocks and then they fucked me. I really wanted to have my pussy sucked too, but finally one of the boys was candid with me and let me know that I was just a slut to them, and they thought it would be nasty to suck my pussy since so many boys were fucking me. Sometimes two or three boys would be with me at the same time, and I would often be sucking the cock of one of the guys while another was fucking me, and then they would change places. One time I even fucked seven of the football players at a party after a game, and despite being soaked in their cum and a little sore, I wanted even more cock when they were finished with me.
As the summer before my senior year began, I got a phone call from a boy named Ed who was my age and going to be a senior in our rival high school across town. He said, “Hi Jeannie, a friend of mine gave me your number, and said that you were a beautiful girl and that I might like to take you out.”
