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All Grown Up (Emiko's Story): Chapter 9
🕑 Added 2021-11-01 20:08:56 +0000 UTCToo soon I hear the door knob turn. I wanted more time to prepare myself for the encounter to come. Although more time probably wouldn’t have helped what was about to follow. He enters and closes the door behind him. I am sure the interaction between him and Bret must have been uncomfortable for him. What the hell do you even say to a guy who’d just wrecked your girlfriend?
“Hi.” I say softly, remaining on the bed.
“Hey.” Rhett’s voice was tense and low as he stepped closer.
There is long awkward pause as neither of us knew exactly what to say. I loved this man and I trusted him so I decide to just put what we were both thinking out there and see where it lead.
“Your brother is bigger than you. Your brother’s hung like a horse.”
“I noticed.” I let out a sigh of relief as I hear no anger or resentment in his tone. To my surprise Rhett begins to undress. Did he still want his turn? Was he going ‘reclaim’ me like he’d done in the past? He couldn’t be serious. After that!?
I turn my head to see the tent in his shorts and grin. “Looks like you enjoyed the show.”
“Not as much as you.” He quips in a strangely docile tone. “But yeah…I kinda did.”
I narrow my eyes. Right I away I could tell there was something off about him. In his face there was a timidity I’d rarely seen in him. He didn’t look at me straight on but sort of side-eyed me in a weak-willed leering sort of way. And his body language was all off as well. He held his head a little lower with his shoulders slumped and his hands tight to his thighs. He reminded me, ever so slightly, of a whipped yet loyal dog approaching its cruel master. Despite all of this he buzzed with a palpable zeal. What was going on in that head of his? This was a man humbled yet energized beyond belief.
Not just energized but horny as hell. His steel hard dick springs from his underwear as he pulls them down to show me how much he indeed enjoyed the show. I stare at it. Even at full mast it looked so…so…pitiful after just having Bret’s python swinging around in here. His much larger body only exacerbated the vast difference between he and his well hung brother. Still a bit dazed from the dicking down I’d just endured I damn near laugh out loud at the contrast. Thankfully I don’t. I try to recalibrate my expectations and remind myself that he was perfectly average. As he sees me looking at his junk it twitches hard and he smirks as if to some private joke.
I didn’t know what to make of this. He was far too chipper, far too accepting, and far too horny. Despite myself there is a moment of…disappointment inside of me. Where was Rhett’s pride? Where was his indignation? A man, a younger man, his sweet kid brother, had just come in here and railed his girlfriend better than he ever could and he wasn’t at all upset. Not even a little? It’s not that I wanted him to be angry or upset it’s just…I expected to see some sort of push back from his bruised male ego. Instead he looked defeated, a defeat he actually relished.
“Good.” I say, my curiosity demanding that I draw out the truth. “He’s…quite a man that brother of yours.”
“Seeing him touch you. Seeing you touch him.” I see that same jealous fire I recognized from our threesomes, only burning at ten times the intensity. “Damn it did things to me babe.”
“Oh?”
He moves to the foot of the bed and takes in my naked sweaty body. In a trance his eyes linger on my ruined pussy as he whispers. “It was the hottest thing I ever saw.”
Cuckold. The filthy word rings out in my mind once more before I can contain it. Cuckold! No. No, not my big rugged manly Rhett. Swinger, okay. Wife-watcher, kinky. But cuckold? Please, anything but that. I hated the thought of him being such a creature. I think I would honestly rather hear he was gay than a sniveling cuck. Oh Jesus, no Rhett. Not that.
“Huh.” I say flatly, trying hard to hide my disappointment. “I…recorded it if you ever want to watch it again.”
“You rec…you recorded it?” He says with barely disguised delight. “You sneak! So that’s why you got the laptop all set up for me.”
“Well I wanted a chance to see it too!” I force a giggle in an effort to encourage him to reveal himself further. “It’s only fair. Sound like it was good.”
“So good!” He says with growing passion as his wild eyes look around at the different lenses. “The cameras picked up everything.”
“It’s still recording unless you specifically shut it down.” I wondered if he would go turn it off or turn the cameras away. He wouldn’t want a record of him trying in vain to match his brother, would he? The answer comes from him crawling up between my legs, stiff cock at the ready. “Ohhh, be gentle.” I plead on behalf of my very happy but beaten and battered cunny.
“I’ll try.” He rubs his fingertips up and down my hot stretched pussy. He loved what he was seeing and feeling, his lust shone from him like the midday sun. “He really beat you up, huh?”
I study my man as the realization I’d already had now sets in for real. Rhett was a cuckold. My boyfriend…the man I love…my soul mate…a lowly cuck. It wasn’t because of some enlightened attitude about sex that he hadn’t come and stopped us, it was because he had wanted it even more than we had. Tonight was certainly turning into an education, more for Rhett and I than the former virgin who had just left. I’m not even sure if Rhett understood it yet, he was too caught up in the moment. He was mesmerized and enslaved by his incendiary desire. How deep did it go? How powerful was it? I decide I would go with the flow and test Rhett’s limits to see where it would lead.
“Ohhhh.” I moan a tired, satisfied moan and watch his face light up. “I’m not going to walk right for a week. Oh my goodness.”
Unable to hold himself back any longer he enters me…and I barely feel it. With no resistance at all he glides in balls deep. Coming straight after Bret with no time to recover his dick felt like a fucking pinky finger. I prayed my body would return to normal with time because…this was just sad. Never had a man felt so tiny and so feeble and so utterly inadequate.
“Ohh God.” He hisses with passionate desire even as I wonder how the in hell he was even feeling anything. “He really stretched you out.”
“Hmmm.” I confirm. “Did he ever.”
Slowly he starts to slide in and out, his slender six inches barely scraping a wall along the way. “Fuck!” He gasps. “God you’re loose! Can you even feel me?”
“Yeah.” I giggle, adding a dash of mockery into my laugh. From my dubious tone I let him know that while I did feel him it wasn’t exactly taking my breath away. Not only does he take no offense his eyes flare with passion.
“Oh fuck.” He grunts as he starts fucking me a bit faster. “You’re so loose! Mmm, I love it.” He plows as deep as he could go and flexes his cock hard in some vain effort to touch that spot that Bret had claimed. Pitiful, so pitiful. Honestly it just made me yearn for a big one again. Coming right after Bret like this Rhett could make love to me for hours and I wouldn’t be able to cum for him.
“He he he!” I titter more freely, teasing a bit more boldly now. “Nice try, but not quite.” My indifferent tone mocks his effort as I challenge his very manhood. “Do it again.”
He snorts like a beast, that mad look in his eyes only intensifying. Slap! He slams hard into my slack wet hole. “Fucking take it!” He grunts.
“He he he!” I prod him on. “Take what? Is that it?” I pause, reluctant to say more…ah fuck it. If he wanted this, which he obviously did, he was going to get it. Throwing all subtlety to the wind I openly ridicule him. “Is that it? Feels so small now after…him.”
“FUCK!” He yelps and pulls out, his wet cock twitching in the air as he held back his orgasm. “Rrrrmm!”
Oh my fucking God…he was on the verge of cumming! It hadn’t even been a minute…he could barely feel me…I was mocking him to his face…and yet there he knelt there cringing and barely holding back his orgasm! This had to be one of the most pathetic things I’d ever witnessed. Premature ejaculation was not something he struggled with…until now.
“Why’d you stop?” I ask with mock innocence.
“Damn it.” He grunts as his face contorts. “I almost came. Fuck.”
“Pffft!” I cover my mouth and laugh at him. “Already?”
He lets out a hard breath as, like some pain loving masochist savoring the sting of a whip, my stinging laughter lashes across his manly pride, “This stuff is driving me wild.” He confesses as he collects himself.
Rhett was a cuck alright and he had it bad. Well…shit. I look up at him with mixture of love and tenderness and a tinge of bitter sorrow. My dream man was a cuckold. There could be no doubt. He was lapping up this humiliation like an parched dog on a hot day. It shook the very foundations of what I knew about my big masculine boyfriend. I couldn’t deny that I wasn’t wild about the idea of him being a cuck, yet there was something fragile and vulnerable about seeing him reveal this side of himself. My respect for him was shook but my love for him had never been stronger. With that love firmly in mind and heart I make my baby’s sick dream come true.
In an ultra patronizing tone I make a joke out of his nearly cumming, telling him that I understood if he couldn’t satisfy his woman.
This gets a reaction! His hackles raised at my sweet sounding condescension he grips his manhood and jams it back into me and starts ramming into me again. His puny pecker rattling around inside of me like stir stick in a coffee mug. He tells me how much he loves the feel of my loose pussy and in return I laugh at him and tell him the feeling was very much not mutual which only inspires him to fuck me harder and faster. In turn I tell him that it’s no use, that I can barely feel him, that his brother had ruined me for small cocks like his. I tell him that Bret had owned his girlfriend’s pussy in a way he never could.
It drives Rhett wild! He tells me about how good he was going to fuck me even though I told him that it was no use, that he simply couldn’t measure up in either size or stamina. The meaner I got the more he liked it, downright basking in the vicious truth of his inferiority. Not only did he like it he practically begged for more, asking questions any sane boyfriend would not want to hear the answer to. I give him the unvarnished truth.
“You liked that big cock opening you up.”
“I LOVED it!”
“Better than me!?” He mewls. “Tell me!”
“So much better than you!”
And other such back and forths are traded. He relishes the sweet sting of every cruel word. In his frantic fucking his shrimp dick kept slipping out of my gaping snatch and he would have to slam it back in again. The funniest part though was that he kept having to stop every minute or less so as not pop his cucky cork.
I hated to admit it but I was actually beginning to enjoy myself. The teasing and the taunting tickled my impish sense of humor and the more brazen mocking made me feel all naughty and nasty. Women were not supposed to say these things to their boyfriend. It made me feel…powerful and dominant and strong. Seeing my man so humbled and so needy stoked my ego in exciting new dominant ways.
Taking the initiative soon I am the one belittling and emasculating him even without his prompts. I demand that he fuck me better, as good as his brother, a hopeless task. I thrust back into him insisting he fuck me deeper, deeper, DEEPER despite him already going as deep as he could go. I tell him he’s small. I tell him he’s pathetic. I tell him his cock is useless to me now. I tell him he could never measure up to this younger brother. I remind him that this was all being recorded and that if he didn’t do better his humiliation would be captured on video forever.
As Rhett humps and huffs and heaves atop me his feeble efforts aren’t entirely unpleasant. As he makes crazy passionate love to me my mind wanders to earlier in the evening, to another man. I remember the stunning revelation of Bret’s mighty manhood, the satisfying weight and girth and length of as I feel a real man’s cock in my hand and in my mouth for the first time, and then him owning my pussy like none before him. Echoes of his merciless fuck still tingled through my sex. It was so good! As I think of Bret I let out a soft moan, even accidentally saying his name as his brother pounded me. I play it off like I’d said it on purpose just to goad him. He laps it up and tries even harder.
Still stopping and starting, barely lasting thirty seconds at a go but still trying to prolong himself as much as possible, he confesses to me that he had been jerking off while watching us downstairs. He tells me that he had cum almost as soon as Bret had entered me and that he hadn’t even been stroking himself at the time! He tells me he had cum all over himself because he couldn’t control himself long enough to even get a tissue. And he tells me how quickly he’d gotten hard again watching me be ravished by a superior lover. He tells me this in a whiny obsequious voice that highlighted his rightful shame. His transformation is every bit as striking as it had been with his brother. I had watched Bret bloom from boy to man before my eyes, now I was watching his big brother Rhett wither from man to a simpering cuckold.
Somewhere along the way I see a tiny glimmer of desperate pride try to regain purchase in him. Rhett, bless his little cuck heart, does his level best to genuinely try to pleasure me. Humping and pumping with all he had he was actually trying valiantly to ‘reclaim’ me. It was adorable, pitiable but adorable. Caught up in the moment I slap that glimmer of manly virtue right back down again. The next time he pulls out to try to recover I reach down and grab his wet cock. I stare him in the eyes.
“Don’t stop! Come on, Bret never stopped.” I croon erotically. “Bret never stopped until I was fully, totally, completely satisfied.”
He nods but makes attempt to start again, still trying to steal a bit more recovery time. I don’t give it to him.
“Hard to believe that sweet kid I met all those years ago would grow to be the best lover I ever had.” I taunt as I begin roughly stroking his dick. Damn it felt so small in my hand now. “Mmmm, Bret is no kid anymore. He is all grown up.” I tighten my grip harder. “Come now baby, fuck me. Show your girl you can still fuck like a real man. Fuck me like Bret did!”
“Baby!” He yelps, trying to pull from my grip. “Baby stop, I’m gonna…gah!” He tries to push back in but I hold him in place and keep jerking his cock mercilessly. “You’re gonna make me cum!”
I narrow my eyes and say indignantly. “Don’t you dare cum yet!”
“Baby!”
“You haven’t even made me cum once.” I chastise him. “You’ve always been able to make me cum at least once. Don’t even think about cumming yet!” The firmer my tone got the more he submissive he looked. The feeling of this power over him is a heady high.
“Baby!” He pleads pathetically.
“If you cum now Rhett…then you ARE a cuck!”
“Nooo!” His voice says, though his soul was crying YES! “Baby I…ohhhhhh!” A wad of spunk blurts out onto my pussy and dribbles down onto the covers. He moans, moans like a little bitch, as I mercilessly milk his spurting dicklet. On and on it goes as milky ropes shoot out onto me, his load meager compared to his brother’s but big for him. His muscles flex, his face contorts, and his whole body is wracked by his climax. I couldn’t remember seeing him have a better or more powerful orgasm. “NNNGHHH!!!”
I wasn’t done with him yet though. The moment his orgasm dies and I was sure I’d tugged him dry I wrap my legs around him and pull him back into me. His spent dick slips easily inside of my cum smeared pussy.
“Come on cuckold. Fuck me! Fuck me now!”
Even now, even after cumming, he is still a tamed man and obeys without question. He starts to thrust, grunting in discomfort as he fucked me through his sensitive post-nut period. With each valiant stroke his useless manhood got softer and more flaccid.
“That’s it. Keep going.” My voice flat, passionless, demanding. “Keep going baby.”
“Nnnngh.” He whimpers, but continues.
“Keep going! Don’t stop cuck!”
And so he does. His bending spongy pecker only still entering me due my looseness.
“Keep going!”
“I…can’t!” He says at last as his spent limp member flops from my wet slit. Panting and sweaty he looks down at me with a pleading look, cowed and humbled like I never believed my man could be.
His passion spent and that wild look drained from his eyes I can see he’d finally had enough. Like a lost puppy he looks at me, wanting his old Emiko back and waiting for permission to return to his old self as well.
I nibble my lip. “Too much?” I give him a naughty grin. “Was I too hard on you?”
Seeing my playful and caring side return he relaxes and collapses down beside me, looking as satisfied as Bret left me. The mania is gone and I see the boyfriend I cared for so deeply return to me. “Hoohhhh!” He groans in satisfaction. “No.”
“Hmmmm.” I cuddle up to him, clinging to my Rhett as if he were the man he always was. His dick might be small…sorry, average…but I still adored his wide chest and big warm beefy body and his strong arms around me. He holds me close floating in his post-coital glow. Stroking his sweaty hair and gazing at his handsome face I whisper. “A night of surprises. I think we all learned a little something about ourselves…and each other.”
That was an understatement and a half. I hadn’t a clue what the future would bring. I still loved him, of course I did, madly in love. Yet I knew that, in my eyes, he could never be the same alpha male I had always admired and respected again. I had seen behind the veil to his true twisted soul. What had happened tonight would change things forever. It would be impossible to make love to him after this without comparing them and without thinking about the man and the cuck I had seen revealed this night. Being an inadequate lover I could have probably gotten over eventually. Showing himself to be a cuckold however was something that could not be erased.
But there was a clear silver lining. It might solve the problem that had been troubling me before he entered the room. I craved big cock, Rhett was a cuckold, Bret was a perfect stud already in our trusted circle and already wanting another round with me. We would have to find some arrangement that didn’t ruin either Rhett and I’s relationship or the two brother’s. My hopes soar as I realize that there might be a way to make this work that allowed us all to get what we needed.
“Yeah.” He gasps, still catching his breath. I was just thinking about grinding my cum smeared cunny into his face and making him clean me up with his tongue when he gazes deeply into me with his rich blue eyes. With every ounce of feeling he had to give he says softly and sweetly. “Emiko…I love you.”
I gaze back at him for a long, tender, intimate time lightly stroking his temple as the realization slowly dawns that my poor Rhett had no clue what he had just unleashed here tonight. Did he honestly believe that it had all been just a bit of kinky fun and roleplay? Did he really think things could go back to normal after that? My big lovable dope could be so oblivious sometimes. These would be issues for another time though. Right now he needed me, he needed to know everything was okay, he needed to know he was still my man. “I love you too Rhett.” I answer honestly. “Now and forever.”
The End
Comments
Grimbous
Awesome feedback, thanks Greil. I am so tempted to write Bret's view as well, though my time would probably be better spent on a sequel.
Greil
I cannot explain why but this story feels so much more inviting from Emiko's perspective. Maybe seeing Rhett setting himself up for failure have me second hand embarrassment... or maybe I'm just a cuckoldstress that can't handle the tables being turned.
