Keywords: M/F Fdom, brief WS, oral, rimming
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: When a Cuckold Leaves
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They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be
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When a Cuckold Leaves- (cuckold.txt) Can the worm turn? Can he
find the courage to end the shame and become a man? Harold tries.
M/F Fdom, brief WS, oral, rimming
When A Cuckold Leaves
It turned quickly into a bad scene. Harold didn't want it that way,
but he had made his decision.
Alyssa- Lissa, hadn't give it a thought. She brought Roscoe home
without a second thought. Harold would hate it, but she didn't care.
When he found them naked in bed with Roscoe still thrusting
between her legs, Harold made his decision.
"Go sit in the living room and I might let you eat his when
he's done," Lissa said scornfully,
She had never fed him a creampie, nor was she excited by the idea, but it sounded right coming out of her mouth. She had a different
reaction when she heard the outside door open.
"And where do you think you're going?" she challenged Harold.
"I'll talk to you when you're not busy," he said and went out.
"You can't." Lissa said simply. "You are a fool even to consider it. A little wimp like you could never get a woman like me. You'll be
lonly and very sorry."
"I've made up my mind. The future will have to take care of
itself. I'll make do," Harold answered her.
She didn't like anything like confidence in Harold. It wasn't in
her best interest. She was sure of that.
"You idiot!" She raged at Harold, "Go get some mousey little boring
-uh, uh, mouse. That's all a wimp like you can get!"
Harold grumbled something under his breath. Lissa figured she was
one shriek from breaking him down.
"What was that? What does the worm have to say that he's afraid to
say out loud?" she pounced.
Harold didn't bother to look at her. He wanted to leave her without
any fuss, but he wasn't going to slink away. He took a deep breath.
"I said, maybe I'll get a mouse that fucks me twice a night and
takes off lunch to suck my cock," Harold said.
Lissa narrowed her eyes, thinking. Harold went on.
"But hey, once a week with a woman that's not dead drunk would be
an improvement," he snarled.
He knew he shouldn't have got nasty with her. He was sorry as soon
as he said it. Not that he had said anything he didn't mean. He just
didn't need to share his feelings with her anymore. He was leaving.
Harold didn't have Renee waiting in the wings, whatever Lissa would
accuse him of. He hadn't even known her before he left Lissa. He met her
in the diner he began to frequent at lunch since there was no apartment
to go to anymore.
They had been only the slightest of acquaintances when a crowd
brought them together. She saw him looking in confusion for a non-
existant empty seat. She invited him to share her table.
It was weeks before she invited him to share her bed. She was just
the mouse that Lyssa had prophesied. She worked for the board of
education. She lived alone. She was painfully shy for a long time before
one could get to know her.
Harold took the time and felt he was rewarded handsomely. Her hair
was dark. She was a bit plump and wore large glasses that hid a pretty
face. She was also quietly witty when she felt comfortable speaking. Out
from behind her protective lenses, she had rosy cheeks and a straight
nose that made her cupid's bow lips seem perpetually preparing to kiss.
And in that myopic state, Renee was a vacuum of sex. She welcomed
him eagerly, even demandingly when they came together. She wanted to
know what to do to please him and his every idea put her in a state of
bliss.
It became time for him to admit the awful truth. You see, he
wanted his Renee there for him when he came home. His apartment was
lavish compared to her two rooms and a shared bathroom, so it made
sense that she would move in with him. But first he had to share that
dark secret.
"Her name is Lissa and she is a terrible harpy when she drinks,"
Harold explained. "It was over before I even met you, but she has refused
to accept that fact. She bothers me constantly and I am sure she will
viciously attack you."
"I am sure she would be horrible, but I have heard horrible things
before," Renee answered. "And if she is striking out in so much pain, I
can't help but pity her for losing you."
Harold thought he had invited a fool into his life. Lissa had
found him quickly, probably by fucking all his friends and the building
maitenance personell. At first she came to his door.
"Harold. Open this door," she demanded. "Open this door and I may
let you touch me."
She was drunk or she would have bargained more before offering any
stimulation, Harold knew. He chose to ignore her.
"Open this door you sniveling rat!" she shouted as she pounded on
the door.
It was not the way to make an impression on the neighbors. He had
to let her in. Once inside, her volume did not diminish.
"You can't touch me now. Making me pound on the door like that,
humph!" she huffed. "Now get your things and come back to your house. I
am tired of this foolishness."
"I've left you, Alyssa," he found the nerve to say, "I am not going
with you. I would appreciate it if you never came back here."
"That's too bad, you little wussy, because I don't care what you
appreciate," she said. "Get down on your knees and eat my and we can
pack you up later."
Harold never claimed uncommon valor. But his excuse of cowardice
ignored the cold chill of desire that shot through his spine as Lissa
hauled up her skirt and pulled her aside to expose her pussy. He
may have done it by reflex to her command, but lust helped drive him to
his knees and lust alone forced his tongue out to slither in her slit.
This is not going to make her go away! The voice in his head
shouted and made Harold feel terrible about what he was doing. He
despised himself as he gripped her buttocks tighter and forced his
tongue inside her.
"No, no, don't bother with that, just lick my clitty," Lissa
scolded him.
Harold didn't think she came. She pretended, but Harold wasn't
convinced. It was too quick. She was impatient to get him to come with
her. It was the first of the month. She wanted to make him pay the rent.
He was forced through another night like the first two days later.
That was enough for him to ask and the Super to agree to bar Lissa from
the building. That set off the caterwauling at the window.
"I know where you live! I know that's your window!" she was
staggering drunk and bellering at the top of her lungs.
Harold had to do something. He was the reason she was there. It was
his fault and he had to do something.
That led to a sordid series of scenes in the alley behind his
building. He was first seduced by her demand that he take her- like a takes a woman- against the wall. He took on her alcohol-numbed
body as she bounced against the wall and groped for a dumpster for
support.
That was a memory as she reverted to offering him the taste of her
cunt with increasing insistence. She was again ordering him to come home
regularly when she capped her final performance by letting loose a
strong, hot stream of in his face as he still knelt where he had
licked her to a supposed orgasm.
"Now go upstairs and pack, pissy boy," she smirked. "I'm sure they
don't want a piss-drenched little living in their building. Hurry!
or I'll call the sissy patrol to come and make you what you are... Snip!
Snip! Wouldn't you feel better without those nasty things? I'm sure you'd
never miss them anyway."
The next time she came, someone called the police. It was a great
relief that she seemed to have stopped stalking him.
Then she found his haunts. Only because she could not seduce him
with her sex, did he resist these encounters. She was out there and now
Renee would be her target. He knew Alyssa.
How she would take aim at that target surprised Harold.
Harold called it his night out. Wednesdays he did a mysterious
something that did not make him reek of alcohol or sex. It was always his
night out when hea was with Lissa. He actully went to a movie, sat in a
park, did in general nothing but take a break from the drunken shrew he
lived with.
He stayed home with Renee. Lissa was obviously working on the schedule when she rapped at the door. Harold recoiled when he saw her at
the peephole and Renee took charge.
Calling that she was coming, Renee hurried him into a closet and
told him to stay quiet. He was going to eavesdrop on the women's
conversation. Lissa shocked him by being civil to start.
"Well, hello," Lissa greeted Renee cordially, "I'm Lissa, perhaps
Harold has spoken of me."
"You must be his last woman," Renee said like a kitten.
Lissa took that pretty well. At least she had another nice thing
to say before she showed her true colors.
"I just wanted to come by and say hello and meet you," Lissa said,
"And see if you had any questions about Harold."
"I'm actually enjoying finding out all about Harold by myself, but
I appreciate the gesture," Renee said.
"Then you've discovered that he's a sniveling little worm that has
to be made to crawl?" Lissa said, still acting like an innocent.
"No, I've discovered he's a machine than can go boom, boom, boom
all night like a lumberjack," Renee retored a bit stridently.
They went off like the timers had expired on polite. Harold cringed
as they shouted at each other.
"Honey, your idea of boom, boom, boom is piddle, piddle, piddle if
you're satisfied with Harold," Lissa sneered.
"Maybe he needed a woman confident in her sexual abilities to bring
the out in him," Renee shot back.
"Don't talk to me like that, you fat little whore!" Lissa snarled
at Renee, "I've fucked more than you know. I bet I've fucked more
men tonight than you have in your life!"
"Doesn't sound like they come back for more," Renee gave it back to
her. "I wonder what that says about a woman that can't get enough? A
problem believing she's desirable, maybe?"
"Don't psychoanalyize me, you bitch! You're the one that's happy
with that crawling little worm!" Lissa sounded like she was spitting as
she yelled at Renee.
"Then that means you're such a pitiful drunken slut that even a
crawling worm doesn't want you, because he left you for me!" Renee
spit right back.
There was a bit more- bitch, slut, whore, stinking cunt, thrown
between the two as Renee pushed Lissa to the door and into the hall.
Then Harold was liberated from his prison and Renee comforted him by
taking him inside her and letting him ride her to an orgasm.
Harold felt good for perhaps the first time in his life. He had
Lissa off his back and he was looking forward to having a normal life
with Renee.
He had underestimated Lissa's vengeful nature. True, she had been
repelled by the new slut, but Lissa was not through. There was no way
that drab, fat whore could match up with her face to face- or body to
body.
She ambushed them at home to prove that point with a little
confrontation.
"So this is how the lovey-dovey birds live?" she smirked as she
pushed her way into the apartment.
She ignored Renee's screech to get right to the heart of the matter. Harold was frozen in place and like the scared rabbit she knew.
"I want to show you who comes back for more," she made a scornful
face at Renee. "Watch what your 'man' likes best."
With that she threw off her skirt and pulled her to the side. Harold looked in her eyes for a second before his gaze dropped to
her hairy crotch, exposed for him.
"That's right Harold," she said to him, "You can lick it if you
get on your knees right now."
There was no way she could tempt him. He was having regular sex-
great sex with Renee. He didn't need her nasty cunt, or her abuse. And
he couldn't underestand why he was sinking to his knees at her command.
"There's your man," Lissa taunted Renee as Harold's face pressed
into her crotch. "Showing his true licking colors."
Harold felt Renee pull him back by the hair. He cringed in anticipation of a blow. She wasn't interested in him at the moment.
"Then let me help my man," Renee snapped her retort as she
replaced Harold's tongue in Lissa's with three of her fingers in one
hard thrust.
"You get off on that better anyway, don't you, bitch?" Renee asked
and then cut off any possible reply by grabbing Lissa's hair with her
other hand and forcing her mouth over hers.
"You looked like a that likes to lick from the first
time I saw you," Renee menaced as she let Lissa's hair loose.
Harold saw Renee was balling her fingers into a hard grip on
Lissa's pubis. She dragged her away from Harold and pulled her up against
her own body.
"I bet you want to lick my right now," she glared into Lissa's
eyes.
"I should have known you were a fucking dyke!" Lissa got out
before she yelped.
Renee had done something with her hand that Lissa. Keeping
her grip on Lissa's cunt, Renee reached up and found one of Lissa's
nipples through her clothes and twisted it.
"Whatever I am, you're going to lick my or I'm going to sit
on you and tear your nipples off," Renee said menacingly.
Lissa was two inches taller than Renee and had always scared Harold
with her violence, but she was now shrinking at the treatment she was
enduring at the shorter woman's hands.
"You come with us, Harold," Renee instructed, "You might learn
something. And I might want to have you later."
She dragged Lissa into the bedroom and threw her on the bed. Harold
again flinched, expecting his lover to spring off the bed and attack.
Instead, she inched away as if she was frightened.
"Let's see that floppy tit I was pinching," Renee ordered.
Harold could not absorb what was going on. Loud, angry Lissa was
opening her blouse at Renee's command. She was cowed and taking orders
from his shy lover.
"Almost as big as these," Renee said as she bared her own chest,
"But very droopy. I think you can still be a good suck slut, though."
She had called the bully's bluff. Or at least she had proved to
be the meaner bully. Harold watched in awe as Renee lay down and made
Lissa crawl to her and put her face between her legs.
He watched, very confused by his impulses, as Lissa licked Renee's
cunt. He wanted to fuck. He wanted to leave. He wanted to go down on
Lissa. He wanted to push Lissa away and go down on Renee. He sat on his
heels rocking like an idiot child in his indecision.
"Oh, baby, you don't know what to do, do you," Renee said to him
in a soothing tone.
"Sit up, bitch. And don't move," Renee said as she yanked Lissa up
by the hair.
"Now come to momma and put that big dick right where she likes it
to go," she shifted to her sweet voice for Harold.
He climbed over Renee and eagerly thrust his cock in her well-
licked sheath. Yes, this was what he wanted. Lissa could watch him have
sex and see he was happy.
Renee urged on her lover with seductive motions of her hips. Harold
tried to put on a manly show for Lissa. He fucked hard into her until
he was frozen by Renee's next command.
"Now get doen here and lick his asshole while he fucks me," she
ordered Lissa.
Lissa hesitated.
"Bitch! You lick his or I'll hold it for him while he fucks yours,"
Renee warned.
Then Harold was in heaven as Lissa obeyed. He fucked the warm grip
of Renee's while Lissa's tongue was a wonderful squirmy sensation
against his anus. He came in a climax like none he had ever known.
Renee gently rolled him off and then looked at Lissa.
"You've been a good little suck slut," she said nicely, "I think
I should reward you for that. Get on your back."
This time she used two fingers, not three to invade Lissa's cunt.
She stroked and Lissa gasped. And while it seemed Renee was simply
masturbating Lissa in their bed, Harold saw things that didn't fit.
Lissa tried, between grimaces of emotion, to stare defiantly at
Renee. Renee's face was a mask of dominanace as she rammed her fingers
into the supine woman.
Then Lissa came- loudly and seemed to shrink on the bed. She
hurried away when Renee dismissed her. Harold had a feeling that she
would not bother them again.
"Well, I'm sure we showed her," he said to Renee's patronizing
smile.
"I guess we showed her that I'm not a wimp," he boasted.
"No, Harold, you are a little wimp. But you're my little wimp,"
Renee said. "Don't worry, I'll treat you right."
Seeing the look of terror and confusion on his face, Renee pulled
his head onto her shoulder and soothed him.
"It's all right baby, I'll let you tell me what to do to treat you
right," she cooed, "What would treating you right mean?"
"F-f-f-fuck me twice a night and come home from lunch to give me
blow jobs...?" he said, on the edge of tears.
"That doesn't cover weekends," she prompted.
"F-f-f-fuck me all day?" he gulped.
"No, weekends you do the cooking, my little man," Renee said. "And
on Sunday morning you serve me breakfast in bed. You cook my breakfast
in the kitchen and when you bring it to me I'll have your breakfast all
warmed up for you between my legs."
Except for having Lissa licking his asshole, it was as good as
ever. Renee was indeed as lively and vibrant as ever as he fucked her
two times a night. He did still get some lunchtime blow-jobs, though the
balance had seemed to shift towards Renee's being eaten.
And weekends he took her orders because he knew it was his nature.
He didn't stress over it anymore. That made it easier for him to put on
women's underwear to do his household chores. She never denied him a
chance to satisfy her and occasionally fucked him in his sissy garb.
Harold had found a happy home.
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