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I'm not buying any of this...whomever troll this is you made a crucial mistake...Cully returns with no mention of Kool...it's not real...fatal flaw tbh
Welcome back, old friend. I hope we see more of the old days and less of the recent.
I'm not buying any of this
The cuckold doesn't seem so annoying yet. Step your game up son.
I came back because it was requested by many, Bene. My first reaction to the demand for my return was to lash back, but, I reconsidered that quickly. Just because I was right didn't mean I had to extract my vengeance. The fellows missed me. That's obvious. I missed nary a day since D-Day, the 6th of the June. Been here every single day. I missed this Board and you fellows so much.
friendship...I'm not buying any of this
Kevin!!!!!!!!! Sweetheart!!!!!!!!! Pumpkinpuss!!!!!!!!!I'm not buying any of this
Well well well say it ain't so cubster.
^9 months this time, Shad. You fellows suffered long enough.
lame..no where close to Cully's style...you want to prove your descent...tell me the name of the female ST poster who sent me a private message saying she'd go on vacation with me as long as there was no sex involved. Can you answer that "Cully?"
You're such a in' chimp. It's long been known Thread is Culburn's alt. And the writing style is unmistakably his.
Last June Thread sent me a PM and reveled himself as Cully the one and only.
If he gives me the name of that female then I will agree it's him...till then I'm a non-believer
This.
God, where does the time go.
azcentral.com brought to its knees, forcing the *creation* of phxsuns.net.
Let us Proceed...
LMAO. Welcome back, Culburn Castleberry. You mudda fooker, you. Brings a tear to my eye to see his first post back is an interminable raunchy story. Classic.
Here's some more. The two (Jennifer & William) have returned up north and after a day of shopping in town they're returned to his cabin. In town they purchased a "Cube."
"Keep your eyes closed, Jennifer. I'm right here, baby." I heard him wrestling with his Cube. Tearing the wrapping away. I couldn't believe the orgasm I'd just undergone. It was the most incredible feeling I'd ever experienced. I felt like I had blacked out, but, I couldn't be sure. My body was on fire. I'd been lit, but, not sated.
"Okay, baby, it's ready. I'll help you onto it. First though I'm going to slip a blindfold onto you."
"Billy, I need so much more. I don't know if you can help me tonight. I'm so lost. Please, Billy."
"I know, baby. It's all right. I'll make sure everything is taken care of. Just let me help you." He slipped something over my head and covered my eyes. It was totally black now.
"I'm right here, Jennifer. C'mon, baby, we're going to take care of you now." He picked me up from my prone position and set me down on the Cube. He was the strongest man I'd ever known.
"Now, onto your hands and knees, Jennifer." He quickly maneuvered me into the position he'd described. I was at his mercy. He'd taken me as I'd said he could.
"I'm going to restrain you now, Jennifer. I'm going to bond you to the Cube."
"No."
"Too late, Jennifer." I tried to resist, or, at least my mind tried. I failed.
"I'm going to remove the blindfold now."
"Oh---my---God." The sight that greeted me was astonishing. It was another person. That couldn't be me. My wrists and ankles were tethered tightly to the corners of the Cube.
"Keep your head down. Do not raise it. Do you understand me?" The voice of my Master. My only Master.
I saw him then. He'd donned his jeans again. Bare-chested, he looked magnificent.
"Do you understand me, Jennifer?" He firmly smacked my ass.
"Yes, Billy, I understand." He smacked my butt again. Harder.
"Yes, Master William."
He fell to one knee next to my left ankle.
"You waited so long, didn't you, baby?" I whispered to him so softly I wasn't sure he'd heard me.
"I never have to wait again, Jennifer." He'd heard me.
"No, baby. Ever again."
His blue eyes were sharp and so bright. His hands went to his belt buckle. I heard the distinctive and familiar sounds he'd made so many times by now. He stood, proud and tall, so beautiful. Instead of unbuttoning and unzipping though, he drew that black snake thru the loops. A slight whistle emanated as he drew it fast. I looked up, not breaking contact with the Cube's surface, obeying my Master by not raising my head. His eyes were hard now, blue turned black.
"Oh---my---God, Billy, no."
"Who---am---I?" He viciously slapped the side of The Cube with that black leather monster. The sound was hot, wicked and evil.
I answered him. "Master William. Please, Master, don't. No."
"You demanded that I take you, Jennifer. Did you not?"
"Yes, Bi,,,Yes, Master."
"You've changed your mind?"
I was silent. And I was scared. I knew Billy wouldn't hurt me. I knew that belt would hurt. And I knew my Master would be thorough. I'd wanted to be taken by Billy ever since we'd started. And yet honestly I had no common knowledge about what exactly that would entail. I wanted to be consumed by Billy, and I wanted him to spank me thoroughly and often. More often than he had been to this point. I was in love with Billy. But, my love for Master had not yet been confirmed. He scared me.
"That was not a rhetorical question, Jennifer. I'm waiting."
"I'm concerned, Master. I want Billy."
"Billy is not here now, Jennifer. It's just you and I, Jennifer. Master and slave."
Master had never referred to me as 'slave' before. I wanted to be Billy's slave. I wanted to be his . I knew what that meant. I'd read about such girls on the Internet, and I wanted to serve Billy that way, especially now that we'd fallen in love with one another.
I knew Billy was uncomfortable doing the things that Master was so comfortable and adept at. Instinctively I knew Billy couldn't do the things that I so desired to the degree that I would enjoy them and Master would eagerly administer. I didn't want to disappoint Master. And I honestly didn't want to disappoint myself. I wanted to be disciplined and dominated. I craved it. I needed it. Billy has seen that right off. And I wanted to be taken...tonight.
"Jennifer, I won't ask again. Last chance. If you don't answer me I will go and find Billy and he will stay the rest of the night with you." I searched Master's face for a clue as to what I should do. He'd put his Master mask on. He was no help. I turned my face from the mirror and closed my eyes.
"Take me, Master." The sound of my voice shocked even me. I'd meant to say 'Please Master, go find Billy.' But, obviously that is not what I'd spoken aloud.
"Turn your head and watch Master, Jennifer." I obeyed, though Master's voice was unkind unlike Billy's.
"Are you going to cry, Jennifer?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good." I felt the tears threaten. And with good reason, I'd prompted them.
"Should Master tell your husband?"
"No, Master, please don't."
"Master agrees and so it is written."
"Does your husband know you are here this weekend with another man?"
"Yes, Master, he does."
"And that is agreeable with your husband, Jennifer?"
"Yes, Master."
"Does your husband like to watch, Jennifer?"
"Yes, Master, he does."
"Now I understand. Do you love your husband, Jennifer?"
"Yes, I love him very much, Master."
"And you love this other man as well, this Billy?"
"Yes, Master, I've fallen deeply in love with Billy."
"Do you love Master, Jennifer?"
"I'm scared of you, Master."
"That is not what I asked." Master doubled his belt. It all happened so quickly. His activity was immediate and without hesitation. He swung his left hand back and hit me full across my bare upturned butt cheeks.
"Master!!!! No!!!!"
Master hit me flush again-this time a slight measure lower. The force causing me to lift barely from The Cube's surface.
"Silence, slave." I dared not disobey Him. My bottom was effectively lit on fire. My pussy too. The wetness extending down my thighs. I was in heat, my entire body aflame.
"Do you love Master, Jennifer?" His voice stern and unforgiving. I couldn't lie. I wanted to, to save myself, but, He would see thru such a falsehood. Instead I muddied the waters.
"I love Billy, Master." I squeezed my eyes shut then and braced for my punishment. I was not disappointed. Master hit me twice where he'd hit me before. My tears cascaded over the top and fell in sheets.
"I'm sorry, Master. I will grow to love you, Master. I promise. Please give me a chance to serve and to love you. Please, Master." I began to visually sob. I wanted Him to see. I wanted Him to stop. But, more than anything else, I wanted Him to hit me again.
"Fine, slave. Tuesday night, Master William will come to your home after you've returned from work with Billy. You're to send Billy away so that you and I may spend a few hours alone together. You'll be my little doggy and I will teach you to obey. Do you understand me, Jennifer?"
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
"I'm going to release your hands now. When I signal you're to commence masturbating. As you masturbate I will apply the belt in a gentle, but, firm manner. After you've achieved orgasm, you're to close your eyes. When they're closed I will leave and Billy will return. Is this understood, slave?"
"Yes, Master." He swiftly released my wrists. I was wise enough to await his signal. He applied his belt as promised. The strikes were gentle, yet very firm. His face was still impassive though. I wanted Master to see me, but, he was oblivious now. I thought the signal would never arrive. All it would take was 15 seconds and I'd spend in total rapture. I'd not stopped crying. The tears coming easily now. My bottom was hot and in this position felt enormous. I shook it a little. I wanted to back-sass, Master.
The force of His strikes increased at once. "Easy, Jennifer. I can postpone the signal indefinitely. Even direct Billy to cancel it altogether. I have that power."
"I'm sorry, Master." My Master missed nary a thing.
"You're forgiven." He sounded so high and mighty as He returned to the firm application of His vocation. Come Tuesday night I'd give Master a run for His money. I'd had my shots. And I knew for a fact "Master" had His as well. I'd seen His records. Had them at the house in our file cabinet. 'Ha, Master!' I'd show Him how an untrained little doggy could nip and bite if provoked. And this little doggy had been provoked. I had half a mind to twitch my tail and growl, but, I instantly resisted the urge. I didn't want Master to beat the living daylights out of me. 'Darn guy.'
He ceased hitting me. My moment of deliverance was at hand, literally.
"Are you ready, slave?" His voice static. I did not like my Master today.
"Yes, Master." I moved not an inch. I waited.
"Put your right index finger straight up your pink butt hole."
"Master!!!"
He cracked the side of His Cube with His black mamba.
(continued)
"Yes, Master." I had no other option. I knew my Master would be unrelenting. I started to reach down thru my spread legs.
"No, slave, over the top. And you'd better hurry. Master is growing inpatient with your insolence tonight."
"Yes, Master." I obeyed Master and put my index finger barely into my juicy butt hole. Master chuckled.
"Bury it, slave."
I obeyed.
"Move your finger in and out at a moderate pace."
I hesitated.
Master punished me for my hesitation. He hit me with his black leather across the small of my back.
I obeyed.
"Faster, slave."
I obeyed.
Faster, slave."
I obeyed.
"Whom do you love more, slave, your husband, or, your boyfriend?" His voice commanded and demanded.
"Oh my, God, Master, no." I couldn't.
"Master beat me again, across my back, even the bottoms of my feet. The force was minimal, the intent obvious, the result sublime.
"You, Master, I love you the most."
"End yourself, slave. Now. As you do tell the world whom you love the most."
I reached thru my spread legs and this time was not forbidden by Master, but encouraged.
"That's it, slave."
"I found it after a brief search. It was swollen beyond all measure. I couldn't grasp it between my fingers, it was too bulbous. I grabbed it with my hand and held it's pulsing heart. I met his gaze then.
"You'd better say it, slave, or, else." Master meant business.
"I love my Master the most. I love my Master the most. I love Master the most. I love Master the most."
He reached out with his left palm and savagely forced my right index finger deep into my rectum.
"Now!"
I put a death grip onto my engorged organ. An immediate kaleidoscope of colors lit the cabin. I tried to obey Master and swear to Him of my love, but, I could emit no legible sound. Just a pitiful mewing and deep grunts of a tortured animal trying to release her boundless passion.
I heard His belt buckle hit the floor and his left palm shortly thereafter locked my bottom in place as He jacked my index finger in and out of my wide open ass with His right hand.
"Master, I love only youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I didn't mean it. I was compelled.
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My tears finally ceased as my orgasm vanquished, then vanished. Master released my index finger as I brought both hands back to where they'd been.
"Close your eyes, Jennifer. Don't open them until Billy returns. I will see you Tuesday night 7 o'clock sharp. Understood, little doggy?"
I knew better than to trifle with Him.
"Ruff."
"That's a good little doggy." I heard his footsteps recede from the room. I waited.
"Baby, girl. My little tiny girl." Billy had returned, his voice so beautiful and loving. The tears came again, this time in sheets.
"No, baby, it's okay, honey. Billy is here, sweetheart. I'm here baby. Let's get you off this Cube and onto your cozy little bed." I sniffled, but, quickly balked.
"Please, Billy, could I come just one more time before I lay down on my cozy little bed?" With my most pitiful voice I pleaded out to him.
"Of course, sweetheart." He came close and kissed my tears. He smelled so wonderful. So fresh. Like a boy. I kissed him back and wanted to bear his child again. And I told him so. I didn't care how it sounded. How I sounded.
"Billy." I whispered softly so Master William couldn't hear.
"What, baby girl?"
"Lick me there where you licked me last night. Okay? Please? I'll do anything you say, Billy."
"Of course I will, Jennifer. Just put your head back down, look in the mirror and watch me."
"Oh---my---God, Billy, you're really going to do it? Really?"
"Yes, sweetheart, I am." He crouched behind me. The Cube made the angle much less arduous for him. His face was right there.
"I'm no longer fresh, Billy. Please."
"You're wonderful, Jennifer." He inhaled fully from my grotto.
"No, Billy, don't?" Once again, I pleaded with him.
"You smell delicious, Jennifer. I'm going to eat you up."
I bore witness as Billy gently pried my buns apart, then buried his face between them. He disappeared from view, blocked by my left butt cheek. His tongue scoured me. His fingers were active and inquisitive. He sucked the nectar from my pussy and transferred it to my nether region. He coupled his index fingers and pulled open my rectum. I cursed my Master then and sided my boyfriend, calling out tributes that were inconceivable to achieve in real time. He nibbled my clitoris and I came again, but, I didn't confess the act. I didn't want it to end, ever. I wanted to remain there on his Cube forever, his head buried inside my body, eating me from the inside out.
He was sucking and biting my clitoral hood when I heard a woman scream like she was being bludgeoned to death. It was the last thing I remembered. A black curtain fell and I was no more.
Shut the up you old got. Can't wait till you die.
How does it feel that your short amount of days left here on earth is spent typing dumbass on the internet
sholly cholly you're on the list
I read all of that cubby good read
will read again
Your family gonna try to eat his dog?
Here is a story I've started that has it's roots in the old " Van Show." I'm writing it in the period ('60's), but, still using the cuckold genre. I've not gotten too far with it:::
Laura, Tracy & Me
By russell-ville-man
New York City
April.5.1963
Chapter One.
There'd been thoughts, visions before. He'd been able to keep them secret, suppress them, dismiss them, discount them and they'd lessened and then ceased altogether. Now they'd returned and keenly so. After Tracy had left their office for Brady's executive wing he'd put Laura on the elevator then quickly ensconced himself in the men's restroom. Mercifully he'd found it unoccupied. Visions of his wife and another man, this, this Englishman coupling together was filling his conscience to bursting. He washed his hands, then found the courage to lift his gaze into the reflection above the sink. 'Jesus, Rob, what in the is wrong with you, boy? She's your wife, the mother of your son.' He'd admonished himself afore like this. This was not the first time. He dropped his eyes to the running water, then cupped his hands. The cold water clearing his mind, then the visions launched again. She'd undressed them both, first Rattigan, then herself. He watched from the kitchen thru the open shutters. She was gleaming, white and pink and perfect. She came into his arms as they stood in front of the davenport. His hands immediately falling to Laura's bottom cheeks, resting there close to the crevice as their lips met then parted. Laura guided Tracy's head to her breasts as her eyes met her husbands then closed as Rattigan suckled. Rob gripped the kitchen sink tightly, the stainless steel wet and cold, then realized he was gripping the white porcelain of the sink in front of him.
"Rob, Rob, hey, Rob."
"Buddy!"
"You okay, Rob?"
"I'm fine, Buddy."
"You look like you've seen a ghost." Buddy walked to the urinals. "Can you believe that Rattigan guy, Rob? What a character." Rob watched in the mirror's reflection as Buddy relieved himself.
"Rob, a Jew and a Gentile are pissing. The Jew says,,,,"
"Buddy, not now. I have to get back."
"Wait up and I'll walk back with you."
He had no choice but to wait. To do otherwise would be unwise. Buddy was already aware of what had transpired back in the office. Mel Cooley had sprung Tracy Rattigan on Rob and his co-writers out of the blue. Laura had made a special trip into the city for Friday luncheon with Rob. They'd dined at Sardi's, Laura's favorite and were looking forward to a weekend alone together. Their son Ritchie was departing later in the day for a Boy Scout camping trip up state and would not be back until Sunday night. Upon returning to the office afterward they'd opened the door to find Rattigan holding court. He'd at once pounced onto Laura, introducing himself to her and Rob. Mel had already introduced him to Sally and Buddy. Rattigan's reputation was legendary. 'Racy' was his nickname and well deserved. He enjoyed flirting, to him it was sport. He was one of the UK's most eligible bachelors and had dated the world's most beautiful women, some of them married.
Laura had retreated at Tracy's advances to Rob's side. She grasped Rob's hand. Rob found it warm and moist.
"What a beautiful child you are, my dear." Rattigan's accent was not the least bit muddled, but, with a marked clarity that matched his blue eyes and sharp features.
"Uh, uh, uh..." Laura's voice was stifled and thick.
"What do you think of Alan's surprise, Rob? Tracy will be our special guest host on next week's show." Mel was beaming. Rob had forgotten about Alan taking a couple weeks off to vacation in Bermuda.
"Uh, uh, uh..." Now it was Rob's turn to bluster out a response.
"Oh, we'll have a fabulous time, Rob. You, Buddy, Sally and me. Though I'll miss this charming creature. You'll have me out to the house while I'm stateside, hey? New Roc e, is it?" He knew.
"Of course." Laura had quickly recovered. Her immediate invite taking Rob unawares.
"You have a standing invitation to my place, Tracy. It's just me and my pussy cat, but, you're most welcome." Sally had moved across and was now at Tracy's side.
"I shall keep that invite close at hand, Sally, hey?" He was speaking to Sally, but, his eyes had not moved from Laura's since the Petries had entered the office.
"Tracy, Alan is expecting us back upstairs, we should go." Mel had grabbed onto Rattigan's suit coat and was making a move toward the open doorway.
"Mel, why don't you go and let Tracy stay. You could go over and spar with Cassius Clay. I hear he's looking for a punching bag." Buddy was in fine form.
"Rob!" Mel beseeched him.
"Buddy!" Rob was not in the mood. The gaze twixt Laura and Tracy had not broken.
Chapter Two.
I won't believe this is actually Culburn until he averages AT LEAST 15 posts a day.
I find it terribly difficult to regain my spirit & pace. I was away 9 months.
This may not work out guys.
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