Cucked by an Incel

[Johng1953]

Loving the story so far, gotta say I think the dialogue is easily one of the strongest parts, you do a fantastic job. It’s been mentioned twice but Ollie looping in his online friends with Morgan either via sending them photos or videos is definitely an angle that should be explored more. Very excited to see where the story goes next!

I really appreciate this comment. One of my largest motivators for writing this is that I adore stories that focus on dialogue and dirty talk. As a reader, I often find myself skipping over the physical descriptions of sex to get to what I consider "the good stuff."

That's exactly what I do too. You've nailed a perfect balance for me.

[concasy]

Seriously well written!

[jc6morw]

Great detailed story. I get very excited with the concept of an incel getting to enjoy the woman at my expense and humiliation.

[sc good cuck]

Bump...we'd like to hear more!

[scarfolamew]

Thanks folks. Making steady progress on Chapter 10, hope to have it out soon!

[fraktastic]

Looking forward to it!

[scarfolamew]

Chapter 10 - Our Little Secret is live! Hope you like it

[soupcan_99]

When I use the link it takes me to the early chapters but not #10… I must be missing something? Help please.

[scarfolamew]

Weird, it works for me when I checked it just now (although the paragraph spacing is messed up ). Might be some sort of caching issue.

If you email me at my username @ gmail, I'll send you a pdf

[soupcan_99]

I went to the prior link and it worked, probably my issue. Thanks great chapter…

[Johng1953]

A truly amazing chapter. I can't wait to see how all this develops further.

[chinookfan72]

I am really enjoying this series looking forward to chapter 11 and beyond.

[Hot4mywife]

CHAPTER 6 - NEW RULES (part 2)

Morgan rebuffed this advance, having school projects that needed tending to. Which I did as well, but found I could concentrate on nothing other than the angst and arousal that was now constantly running on a background level in my head.

I puttered around the suite tidying up and doing other chores (which Ollie still wasn’t contributing to at all), bracing myself to act like everything was normal when Bobby and Andrew eventually appeared from their rooms. To my relief, they had agendas of their own and barely paid me more than a perfunctory greeting before vacating the premises.

“Hey, man.”

I froze up for a moment, startled by Ollie’s voice behind me. I was so used him staying sequestered in his room, it hadn’t occurred to me I’d have to be interacting with him one on one so soon.

“..Hey,” I managed. I zeroed in on my current task, washing several days’ accumulation of dirty dishes. I could feel Ollie shifting nervously behind me and a glance over my shoulder confirmed it.

“So, uh…” he began. Sensing that he wanted to address things with me, I shut off the water and turned to face him.

“You good, man?” I prompted. I’m still the one with the hot girlfriend, I told myself. There was no reason to feel intimidated by goddamn Ollie of all people.

His face lit up with a self-satisfied grin. “Yeah, like, really good! Last night was, like, really awesome.”

“Yeah,” I acknowledged. “It was pretty wild.”

“Dude, your girlfriend is so amazing.”

So it appeared that we were going to have this conversation. My tongue felt huge in my mouth, like it was blocking any words from coming out. “I know,” I forced myself to say. “She really is.”

“I guess she told you about what happened this morning?” he continued.

Gulp. “Y-yeah man, she told me.” Although now the notion occurred to me that perhaps certain details had been omitted, like she’d done with shower incident. I felt heat spreading across my face and prayed it wasn’t too obvious.

“Cool,” he nodded. Then, after a pregnant silence, “So, uh, do you think Morgan is coming over again later?”

A rueful grin seized my features in spite of the awkwardness of this exchange. This horny bastard couldn’t wait to get his hands on her again. “I dunno, she might be. I think she’s got work to do.”

He nodded, not quite meeting my eye. “Cool. Well, uh, let me know.”

The conversation hadn’t been that bad, all things considered. A little awkward, but wasn’t part of our stated objective enticing Ollie to be more sociable with all of us, myself included?

Morgan didn’t make it around that evening, or for the next couple days; her classwork proved to be of greater magnitude and difficulty than she’d anticipated. She and I met up for meals in the campus dining center, carefully tiptoeing around the topic that was no doubt foremost on our minds.

Finally, on the third day, I could no longer contain my nervous anticipation. “Ollie’s been wondering when you’re going to come over again,” I blurted while walking her back to her dorm.

I snuck a glance to assess her reaction; she was staring forward as if in concentration. “I see,” she murmured. She thought for a few moments. “Well, I could stop by, but I can’t spend the night tonight. I still have to finish this project.”

I nodded. “That’s, uh, fine I guess.”

“So it would just be for Ollie, really,” she went on. “And then I’d have to leave.” My insides turned themselves into knots at this acknowledgement. “Is that… is that okay?”

“Is it okay with you?” I returned. “I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want-”

“No, I want to,” she said immediately. I looked for a hint of playfulness but saw only determination upon her features.

We changed direction to make our way to the suite instead of her room, a heavy silence between us. My mouth was dry with an anxiety I could barely distinguish from sexual appetite.

“Bobby and Andrew are probably home,” I pointed out as we approached the building’s entrance. “How can… how should we…”

We paused to contemplate our strategy, rather stumped. “You have to think of something, Tyler!” she prompted after a few false starts.

“We could, I mean, you could…” I wracked my brain. “The money! The money you owe him from the poker game.”

Morgan was shaking her head. “But will that be enough time? For him to, you know..”

I gaped at her. “Does he have to do that every time, now?!”

She was blushing furiously. “I kinda told him he could, yeah,” she deadpanned.

So there had been more to their interaction than she’d let on. I stared at her in disbelief for a few moments, but if the agony on my face gave her any pause, she kept it to herself.

My Morgan had apparently promised to make her body available for Ollie to fap over every time she visits, I told myself, wallowing in the jealousy the revelation instilled. And her mouth and tongue. My dick swelled.

“It’s fine,” I said finally.

She looked up at me sharply. “Are you sure?!”

“Yes,” I said, trying to control my tone and not sound angry. I’m not sure that I was angry. “Even if you’re in his room for a few minutes, Ollie’s like, our friend now. The last thing the guys will assume is that, you know..”

She was nodding. “Okay, let’s do it. Oh god Tyler, I’m nervous but I’m so glad I’m doing this…”

—

If Andrew and Bobby detected anything amiss with Morgan’s mood, or thought it weird that she spent a good ten minutes behind closed doors with Ollie, they gave no indication.

I stewed in my bedroom, door ajar. Caught between annoyance that our walls weren’t thin enough to permit me to hear the details of what might be transpiring between Ollie and Morgan, and relief that it meant they had sufficient privacy from our other suitemates. Trying to figure out why this was a far more agonizing experience than everything we’d been through previously.

The angst subsided only partially when, at last, Morgan slipped into my room and closed the door behind her. I gawked at her, willing myself to give voice to my desire to learn the play by play of Ollie and Morgan’s latest session.

Morgan’s cheeks were red, her brow slightly furrowed as if in concentration. Not quite looking me in the eye. I crumpled, my face in my hands. “I dunno why,” I moaned, “but this is so much more intense and stressful than the stuff that happened before.”

She was at my side instantly, her arms around me, cradling my head against her chest. “Babe,” she soothed. “I know. It was for me too, kinda.”

There was a sense of relief hearing her say this; not because I wanted to inflict stress on my Morgan, but just because it emphasized that it was something we were going through together. As a couple.

“But why?” I sounded whiny and tried to reign in my tone. “It’s the same stuff that happened before. I mean… isn’t it?”

Morgan might have tensed up ever so slightly at this last question, rhetorical though I’d attempted to make it sound.

“Well, we were all drunk the first time,” she murmured. “And then the next morning, we were, like, wildly turned on. But I didn’t get the impression you were exactly thinking with your dick this time around, Tyler. It was more, I dunno, premeditated.”

I nodded into the fullness of her breasts. “Less heat-of-the-moment.”

“Mmhmm.”

“But it seemed like you were really determined to go through with it anyway,” I said, pulling her into my lap and folding her up in my arms. “You said how excited you were..”

She nodded. “Are you… okay to talk about it? I don’t want to make you, well, too jealous.” I felt her smile into my neck where her head was buried.

“I want to know what you’re feeling, what’s going through your mind.” I traced a hand along the curve of her backside, feeling the pulse as my penis began to swell against her in spite of everything.

“I mean, you remember how nervous I was to get naked with you for the first time? When you got between my legs and looked at me up close?” She’d noticed my expanding dick and shifted against it appreciatively. “It was like, so scary for me to do that for you, I almost wanted the floor to open up and swallow me up. But like, the very fact of how embarrassing it was made me feel so fucking excited.”

I murmured my agreement, reminding myself how unbelievably fortunate I was to have met Morgan, that she’d undertaken the journey of discovering her sexuality with me.

“But I also knew that it wasn’t something I should feel ashamed over. Like, I’m a woman, I have a body, of course I should be sharing it with the boy I love. And, like, I still love it when you look at me down there and how excited it makes you, but it’s not like it was going to keep being as scary for me to do it every time, you know?”

I continued to run my hands along her body, enjoying her touch as she rocked against me more emphatically.

“With Ollie,” she went on, “it’s like it’s actually something naughty. Something I actually shouldn’t be doing. Like, Ollie is still so disrespectful and even, like, misogynistic! And meanwhile I have the sweetest boyfriend in the world, with the prettiest green eyes and a beautiful penis that feels so good inside me.. And meanwhile I’m letting this… this incel crank his ugly dick to me while I… while I…”

“But it’s not like you’re, you know, cheating on me,” I told her, voicing what I intellectually believed to be true. “There is such a thing as ethical nonmonogamy. And I mean, isn’t the whole idea that I’m supposed to have control over what you do with your body just, like, an idea the patriarchy puts in our heads?” But I couldn’t deny the way my stomach lurched at the notions she was describing, that it also made my hands tremble with forbidden excitement like it did hers.

“Well, yeah,” Morgan said. “But I don’t think Ollie thinks of it that way, you know? Which makes it even easier to get into the idea that I’m being a… a slut!”

“Babe,” I comforted. “You’re not a slut, you’re really not.”

Morgan responded with a shrug.

“Babe..” I began. “You’re not… Are you, like, doing stuff with him that I don’t know about?”

She kept her face buried in my neck and shrugged again.

I felt the world fade out around me for a moment. For an instant, it was as if I was looking at my body from far away, looking at the room around me through a tunnel.

“Morgan,” I pleaded. “Babe, please.. Please tell me. I have to know.”

“It’s nothing that bad, Tyler, I swear!” she blurted.

I pushed her shoulders back and squared up to look at her. “Did you.. You didn’t have.. Have sex-”

As soon as the words were uttered, I wished I could recall them. She looked so wounded, so aghast at the suggestion. “Oh Tyler, of course not.”

“Then what? Why are you keeping secrets!”

She threw her arms back around me; I couldn’t stand that my accusation had hurt her, and resolved to hold my tongue until she was ready to speak.

“It was.. With the shower?” she finally began.

“Tell me, babe.”

“I.. I did feel guilty for not being honest with you about that. I really did.”

“I know sweetie, and I swear I’m not mad about it.”

“But it was also.. Oh god Tyler, it was also really hot when I came clean to you. The way you reacted? You got so turned on and you looked at me with this, this hunger..”

I absorbed what she was telling me. The truth was, it had turned me on to hear the additional details. And I’d been nothing but forgiving of her for the indiscretion.

“But so,” I protested. “Don’t you want me to react like that again? Come on Morgan, I want to know what you’ve been doing with him!” I knew I sounded somewhat pathetic but maybe it was okay, I reasoned; this was Morgan and my kink that we shared.

She looked at me and her smile finally returned, shifting her bottom back and forth against my groin as my arousal swelled back into being.

“Well, don’t you want to save it for when we can, you know..”

“??”

“I could tell you about it while we have sex,” she cooed. “About the naughty things your girlfriend has been getting up to..”

“Oh god, please Morgan. I want to have sex with you so bad.”

“While you find out about what a bad girl I am? How I did things with Ollie and kept them secret?”

“Oh. My. Godddd…”

“But I can’t, Tyler!” she chirped, pushing herself off from my lap. “I have to go home and do my homework!”

“Let me.. Let me take care of myself while you tell me, then,” I begged. “Fuck, Morgan, please.. I’m, I’m.. I need to...”

She stared at me, practically basking in my ravenous glare.

“I’ll tell you… one thing,” she finally said.

“One?! How, how many things could there possibly-” I reached for my zipper as I spoke, but Morgan stopped me. I looked up at her in confusion. “What? Why can’t I-”

“It’s Ollie’s idea,” she whispered.

“It’s Ollie’s… what?!”

She slid down beside me, squatting on her haunches. Even through the the loose clothes she was wearing, the sway of her lower back and twin bubbles of her ass cheeks were nearly intolerably sexy.

Morgan’s hand gingerly traced the outline of my rock hard dick where it throbbed needfully in my jeans. “He has all sorts of ideas,” she went on. “Stuff he thinks we should do to, like, add to the new Rules. Help him learn more about how to be with girls.”

I could only stare down at her, my mouth hanging open idiotically.

“He’s kind of a perv, Tyler.”

“Fuck, Morgan.”

“But I mean, some of the stuff he’s suggested.. I think it’s kinda tempting…”

“Oh my god Morgan you have to tell me..”

“Well, so, tonight I told him how we had to be quick because I had to leave soon.”

“Yeah..”

“So he asked if, like, you and I were going to fool around first, before I left.”

“Yeah??”

“And I sort of shrugged and was like ‘maybe, is it any of your business?’”

“Of course it’s fucking not!”

“So he goes, ‘oh man wouldn’t that be fucked up if you came in here to help me cum, and then left without even kissing your actual boyfriend?’”

“...”

“...”

“Did you tell him to go fuck himself?!”

Morgan just smiled at me, her eyebrows travelling up her forehead. “I dunno, did I?”

Her fingers continued walking up and down the length of my fully engorged member. I’d never been able to finish from Morgan using her hands or the few times she’d used her mouth – that damn “stage fright” – but now I actually felt like I might flood my pants from her light touch.

Almost as if she could sense this, she backed away. I shot her the most appalled look I could muster.

“You’re not even gonna fucking kiss me because fucking Ollie told you not to?” I said with all the intensity I could manage at a whisper.

“Oh sweetie,” she said quickly. “Of course I’ll kiss you!”

“Well, thank fucking god!”

“But…”

“!!!”

“Don’t you think it would be .. kinda hot if I didn’t?”

My hand automatically closed over my dick so I could rub myself in earnest; hers closed over mine a moment later, stopping me.

“Like, we can forget all this if it’s not turning you on or if it’s making you genuinely upset,” she went on. “But aren’t you, like, tempted? I could really blow your mind, Tyler.”

“What are you saying baby?” I moaned.

“It will probably take the rest of the week to for me to finish my project,” she said. “So it will be another few days before I can spend the night and have sex with you again. Can you wait that long for me to tell you about.. the stuff I’ve been doing with Ollie?”

“Oh fuck.”

“And if you waaant,” she semi-sang, her hand ever so gently resuming its caresses, “I could even visit the suite a few more times. But just for Ollie.”

“Oh fuck.”

“I could do some .. I could do some even worse things with him baby. Some of the other ideas he’s had? So that when I finally do tell you..”

“S-stop!” I gasped, tearing her hand from my pants.

“Babe???”

“I want it,” I moaned. “Oh god, I want it. I’ve never wanted anything this badly in my fucking life, Morgan.”

She was taken aback by my vehemence in spite of everything. She nodded at me, her eyes wide, almost as if she was wondering what she’d gotten herself into. “O-okay baby...”

“You’ll keep coming by? Just to f..fool around with Ollie?”

She nodded slowly.

“And it’s going to be even more than I already know about? More than feeling up, french kissing you..”

She nodded. The smile was gone from her expression; her eyes were deadly serious, almost fearful. “Jacking off and cumming to me,” she murmured.

“Oh god … he’s probably already sucked on your tits…”

She just shrugged, her eyes glued to mine. A hint of a smile maybe tugging at the corner...........

I am so addicted to this incredibly hot story. Go Ollie!

Thanks for sharing it all with us. Any pics of the wonderful Morgan on here? Even grated headless pics would help the story.

[scarfolamew]

Hey folks just wanted to thank everybody for the kind words once again and give an update.

Chapter 11 is, somehow, even longer than 10 and involves some developments I think will surprise and delight my readers. It's going to take a bit more time to get into a publishable state, but I'm working hard at it, and am very excited to get it across the finish line.

Also just to be clear, Morgan is a fictional character so I can't share any pics of her. I also intentionally avoided describing what she looks like because I'd rather yall use your imagination and think of her, like Tyler does, as the most attractive girl you know!

[Hot4mywife]

I can't wait to read chapter 11. Your writing is perfect and sounds so real. You could easily write porn stories professionally.

Thank you for this conteibution.

[Johng1953]

A great story very well written so it's worth waiting for.

[billbred]

Great story. So much hotter imagining being cucked by an ugly guy. I once saw my gf give a handjob to an old ugly guy with hairy belly and I still often cum thinking about how he came on her tits.

[scarfolamew]

Chapter 11 and Chapter 12 have been published!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1LwT ... sp=sharing

[Cuck_Steve]

Love this story.

[Hot4mywife]

Just wanted to say again what a great story. I am anxious to read anything you write. Enjoy the coffee I sent.

[wannabecUKold]

Chapter 11 and Chapter 12 have been published!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1LwT ... sp=sharing

Two amazing chapters. You take her to the extreme, but it remains credible - because you play their mind games as well as their sex activities.

[scarfolamew]

Thanks for the support and kind words, everybody!

[motidiamondlal]

Any timeline for the next one?

[MrBoss62]

Another great double chapter, was awesome to see how much work you’ve poured into the story and it really shows, some surprise developments for sure.

Them agreeing to split up so Morgan can start doing her Of with Ollie was hot, and the degeneracy he is pushing her too makes the story all the more better.

The suprise twists at the end were a perfect one-two combo for setting up the next chapters, either Morgan exploring her Cuckqueen side, or a whole weekend of Morgan trying to resist Ollie’s probably equally big dicked incel friends back home.

Know you said we would probably have to wait a while for the next installment but props for keeping it going this long, hope we get some more incel-related goodness soon