One time we stumbled across a pipe in the bush from a tunnel and Ling spilled a bag of it down into the pipe and within fifteen minutes Charley was po...uring out different escape hatches scratching like mad at whatever they could reach. We were laughing so hard we didn't even fire a shot watching the spectacle.We finished by jumping up and down checking for loose gear and then we took turns painting up. I always got painted by Chung but tonight he did Solly and Ling did me as I did him and when. “You’re smart and I trusted you right down the line.”“Why did you trust me?” she blurted. “I wanted to know. I wanted to be bad. I wanted to disappoint you. But I couldn’t!”“Why? Did you feel like I controlled you?” I asked, getting harder than I could have expected.“No. Yes! I don’t know,” she groaned, sitting on the couch. “Feeling like you controlled me made me feel safe. When I felt safe, I felt like I could do anything!”“Then kiss me again,” I said. “Like a princess who found her prince. I. Cum is oozing out of both my holes and I’ve already swallowed probably a quart of cum down my eager gullet. I need their insatiable, collective lust. My young, 19 year old body craves it. Dan cries out and I taste his salty and warm juices flow down my esophagus. He throws his head back and calls me a cock sucking whore and a foxy pig. I don’t care what they call me as long as I can ingest cum or have it rocketed deep into both of my dirty little orifices. My sudden abdominal shuddering. Cuckoldry is therefore more than a simple fetish, and much more than a way of life. Its an auspicious ideal , a timeless void, a method of progression toward sexual evolution to allow man witness to the malleability of spirit at a moment of bondage. Cuckoldresses allow the possibility of impossibilities to flourish into fruition and brings variations in the spirit of man. For cuckolds are never born, only rarely made if , and only if, the cuckold was predisposed to forbidden curiosity. A.