Date: Sat, 20 Jul 2002 19:25:35 -0700
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: CUCKOLD

   Viscount Simon Lefebvre brandished the pistol before the face of the
startled young man who'd just slipped from the boudoir of the Viscount's
wife...clothes and boots in hand, but otherwise nude.
   "I presume, sir, you have just fornicated with my wife?"
   "Why, uh, I fear you have caught me in a position of undeniable guilt
and acute embarrassment, sir."
   "Indeed," Simon snarled at his horse trainer. "Shame to simply snuff
the life from one so young and promising, Louis. Especially since I feel
the sentence would be too swift and more than you deserve. My growing
suspicions in this matter have given me ample time to develop an intense
anger that must be mollified. I've vowed to deal out terrible vengeance
should I discover the culprit."
   "Oh, please! I assure you--if you'd only temper your desire for
retribution upon me I'm sure we could devise a satisfactory compromise
that might spare my life."
   "I think not, young sir. I'll prolong your agony until the moment you
beg me to dispatch you." He gazed downward. "There, lay aside those
garments and let me see what so infatuates my frigid wench. Aha, so that
is the organ! Little surprise, I suppose, that she'd pick a well-measured,
sturdy prick such as yours to risk betraying me. Tell me, does she derive
pleasure from it enough to experience the elusive delirium she's unable to
have with me?"
   "I...I fear she does, Sir Simon. I find it hard to imagine her being
described as cold in nature."
   "Oh? With you she is more lusty?"
   "Well, yes. Quite lusty, to be frank. I apologize for compounding
your grief with such tidings, but truth will perhaps help my standing with
you."
   "Hardly. I now think I shall simply sever that object from your groin
and present it to her in a ribboned box. Then we shall see how ebullient
she feels about future assignations."
   "By the angels, sir! Can a man possibly inflict such cruelty as that
upon another?"
   "With the flick of the wrist, you rogue!" The Viscount flared his
nostrils. "Damned familiar stench in the air. Hold that thing aloft whilst
I sniff it a bit. Ease of movement is in order, as I nestle some cold
metal against your gonads while in my vulnerable position." He pressed the
pistol against the fellow's large hanging ballsack, then bent to inhale
along the sticky manhood. "Meticulous everywhere but there, as usual," he
snorted. "Her cunt reeks so!"
   He slowly circled the young man, studying the firm nakedness. "Yes, a
pretty youth, alright. Were she not my spouse I most likely would find it
hard to blame her for relenting to such temptation. But, here, do you
sweat so profusely out of fear?"
   "S-sir?"
   "The crease up your bottom. Why is it so abundantly moist? Near
dripping, by the looks."
   "Uh, your wife, sir."
   "How now?"
   "She...she laps it, sir...with her tongue. A most pleasurable diver-
sion she delights in performing. Quite avidly and often. Have you not
experienced her talent at that?"
   "Never. By god, that lascivious cunt shall soon initiate me to it.
That I can promise!"
   "You will be quite impressed at her ability. It is most arousing!"
   "So I see. The recollection alone has your prick on the rise. Good,
then I shall not be obliged to handle it to operate the detachment."
   "Oh, please, sir. I beg your mercy!"
   "Licking you there...does she complain of its stench or residue?"
   "Nay. More than once, upon first contact, she has gasped sensuously
about my spicy headiness threatening to cause a swoon. `So gloriously ripe
and intoxicating!' she's even declared."
   "Hmm. Perhaps another approach to this matter may be more rewarding.
I've long been denied ready outlet for my natural lubricity. And maybe
some clandestined voyeur-istic games...with your total submission to my
demands, of course."
   "Yes, oh yes, sir. Any way I can assist in your revenge and carnal
pleasure. Perhaps a peep hole?"
   "Splendid. But first, my cuckolding assistant, I'll have you kneel
before me and lower my britches so you can lick my balls."
   "What?!"
   "Now, my big-cocked lackey..." he ripped the remaining garments from
the fellow, leaving him fully naked, "if you wish to retain that thing
you're so fondly attached to. Weigh the thought of losing it and you'll
find joy in my every command. I also cannot bear the wait to undergo that
other act you so easily come erect over, so a thorough bottom-tonguing is
also in order. And be advised, I shall present to you a quite large,
pungent anus--and will expect you to easily outdo my sluttish wife's most
inflamed feverish moment thus engaged."
   "Gad!" Louis muttered in shame and humiliation. "Oh, as...as you
wish, sir." He obediently went to his knees and proceeded to lick the
man's balls.
   "Say, does she penetrate the orifice with her tongue? No matter, I
expect to feel you probing so deep up my rear hole I'll be aghast at your
repeated attempts to tongue out the contents therein." The Duke chuckled
lecherously.
   "And that lavish indecency will leave you more than eager to change
position for your first, I presume, of many engagements as a sucker of
pricks. Think how delicious a large mouthful of warm spunk will be to wash
away the bitter tang of my..." he reaches back a moment, then brings the
finger to his nose, "...yes, soiled arsehole! By Jupiter, I think my
whorish wife might enjoy a large turd bolted into her ass-licking mouth.
Definitely, yes. Yours and mine both, fellow."
   "Sir, you are absolutely dastardly in your revenge!"
   "I'm sure I'll come up with a few more in due time." He bent his
bottom in the young man's face, leaning down and grabbing the fellow's
prick, resting the cold weapon against it. "Now before you lick it, I want
you to stick your nose up my behind and smell it. Rub your nose on it.
That's it, all around. Just smell it." He smelled his own finger once
again. "Do you favor that ambrosia? Is it not slovenly and more odorous
than my dear wife's?"
   "It definitely is that, sir! But you are mistaken about my knowing
how your wife smells back here. She alone committed this vile act."
   "Well, now you know why she enjoys it so. Pull it open with your
fingers and smell it where it's sure to be quite ripe. Now lick it clean!
Up inside the hole. Stab your tongue in and wash it out. Ah, that is a
splendid sensation. Deeper. As I stated, lick out the contents therein.
Tell me, do you encounter a buttery cheese taste, or simply the taste of
my shit?"
   "What I first encountered is not what I'd call buttery, milord. Foul
and rancid would be my best description. Alas, with my tongue fully
imbedded, I did indeed taste what must surely be your shit...so sour it
was!"
   "Before you get back to that deepest spot, lick the outside. Up and
down my crease. Tongue the old crust off then suck on my arsehole!"
   Distainfully, the young man obeyed. He cleaned the older man's hairy
valley, licked around his bulbous rim, then sucked on it. Simon was
thoroughly enjoying it, and bade him continue for quite a while before
ordering that tongue re-inserted.
   "Deeper, man, deeper! Probe my shithole! Lick the filth out and
swallow it, or by damn I'll give you a hefty turd to suck on!"
   It was all so stimulating Simon became extremely hard of prick and
began to feel very adventurous. Declaring he simply must try it, he had
the young man bend over. He knelt behind him and sniffed his arsehole.
Then he licked the entire area and suckered the wrinkled hole.
   "Damnation! That whorish wife of mine has left this place so well-
bathed a blind man would be unable to discern it as a turdhole!"
   Louis felt the aristocrat should get what he obviously desired. "She
does not stick her tongue inside, sir. If you wish the taste of my shit,
I'm sure you'll find it as I did."
   "What? Is the bitch only half demented?" He plunged his tongue up the
fellow's rearend and dug around. He moaned as the taste of shit sparked
his senses. Quickly, he finished disrobing and sprawled on the floor. He
pointed to his mouth. "Have a seat, Louis. I find the flavor of your inner
shithole rather intriguing. I believe I'd like to wallow between your
buttocks for a spell. Suck on my prick whilst I engage in this marvelous
vulgarity."
   The Viscount ate the young man's ass out thoroughly. Whether wishing
to be done with the foul episode, or discovering that sucking a prick is
not so horrendous when having your nether hole raped so lustily by a
salacious tongue, Louis carried out his duty with outstanding execution.
He even gulped down the massive dose of spunk that squirted into his
mouth, not willing to jeopardize having endured it all only to anger the
man by being incomplete.
   "Very proficient, Louis! Even gobbled down my spunk, I see. You've
earned several credits toward pacifying my anger. So much so at the
moment, I feel the greatest urge to take your prick into my mouth and see
what there is about it that can thrill a ladies man like yourself to the
point of such avidness."
   "I hesitate to say, sir. Though I felt it unwise to not follow your
commands, your tongue probing my back hole was an overpowering incentive."
   "Aha! And I see why you hesitate to be truthful. While I do appre-
ciate that gesture, I would not be holding faith with my brother cuckholds
should I not press my advantage. Lay down. You shall plunder my arsehole
whilst I suck your prick. No doubt you will get a headier dose of my shit
flavor in that position, but knowing that will spur me on even more."
   Simon found the position quite erotic the way Louis was able to
better explore his turdhole, but sucking the fellow's prick was so
incomparable on its own he needed no further stimulus. It was wonderfully
lecherous sucking another man's prick and he intended to repeat the act at
every opportunity. He interrupted his cocksucking to duck down and lick
the young man's balls. "Yes, balls are nice, too! Why did I never explore
these possibilities before now?"
   Reassessing his priorities, Simon decided against subjecting his wife
to atrocities. In fact, he instructed Louis to say nothing to her about
his knowledge of their assignations. Instead, he was free to fornicate
with her twice a week, provided he fornicate with Simon three times a
week.
   Rather than flee the countryside without funds or a position, Louis
accepted the man's proposal. His own lusty nature overrided any sense of
humiliation he would have to endure. On their fourth liaison, in the open
out by the stables, he knew he'd made the wrong decision. After suckering
his arsehole to a pliant mush, Simon decided he was going to bugger him.
Though not as large as his own, Simon's prick was formidable enough to
engender terrible fright. And, indeed, once on his hands and knees with
that hard manhood penetrating his virginity, the pain was even more
excruciating than he'd imagined. Simon was not being overly insensitive in
his thrusts, but he was persistent, of course. After several treacherous
minutes, with Louis' masculine pride the only thing keeping him from
screaming aloud, came the secret marvel of buggery. His arsehole began to
relax and accept the intrusion. Then it went beyond acceptance to
voracious! He found himself groaning in pleasure, slamming back to meet
each thrust, and even begging for more. Before it was concluded, Simon had
raised to his feet, drubbing him mercilessly...to their mutual delight.
   Needless to say, Simon had to experience it himself. Louis was quite
insistent that he do so, professing what a wonder it is. He eagerly
tongued out the man's shithole in preparation for his lengthy prick. He
was quite amenable to being buggered, but also wanted to be on the giving
end, so he did everything possible to make it a joyous experience for
Simon.
   It was. The older man became even more delirious over being fucked up
the arse. He was totally shameless in his wanton craving for more and more
of that big weapon. And though he'd spent while being buggered, the moment
they were disconnected he immediately turned and took Louis' filthy prick
into his mouth and sucked it! Simon's obscene action outraged them both,
but the lewdness was so depraved it gave them renewed erections. Simon
performed that bit of lasciviousness every time he was buggered...by Louis
or one of the many men who followed him.


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