She had been raised in a fairly strict religious family as an only child. Being raised in such an environment can go either way, hyper-sexual or hyper...nonsexual. She was the former, hyper-sexual. I have been her cuckold now for at least a year. It was slow going but with my cuckold mentor (thank you Sir) helping me through the two years worth of discussions, I was living my life once again as a cuckold. She loves the idea of me being responsible for my own cuckolding. She presents me with piece. " Kevin is our schools All-State linebacker. He is a beast at 6'4" and 210 lbs. I was not looking forward to having him hit me.Luke looked skeptical. "No way, I have never seen a back put Kevin on his ass."Mike was getting into this. "Ask Dad, he saw him play. Luke he doesn't just hit people, he crushes them. I can't wait until you hear the difference in the sound of the hit when he does it compared to everyone else. His hits sound different. It is like the hits you hear in a pro game. I'll bet. Tits bobbing with every unsure step and every frightened glance. Pussy and legs immaculately shaved, no way to hide her shame-fueled arousal.Samantha turned a corner. Two men in cubicles spotted her, laughing and clapping at her nudity. She swallowed hard, continuing past them with her head hung and her nipples taut, resisting every urge to cover herself. At least they weren’t former members of her team, she thought, though she knew that was only a momentary respite.Samantha came to the two. The three fingers found what I now know is the ‘G’ spot. My breath got shorter and a shudder of pleasure flowed through my entire body.Despite the pleasure I gave myself and the warm afterglow I slept very badly. I was buggered and I knew it my dramatic gesture looked like a c***dish tantrum. The next morning, I knew that I would have to give in and eat crow. I got out the phone furious with myself and stabbing at the phone as if it was Kylie. The phone answered and a male voice answered.“Dad.