Landlord Cuckold’s them ALL!

Jessica and I were juniors in college when we got our place together. She was 19, I was 20, and we’d been together since high school. We were both country bumpkins from rural Iowa in the big city, and our naïve and trusting c***dhoods led us down the road from which there seems to be no return. But I get ahead of myself.

Jess was a knockout by a country mile. She was five feet five and weighed 120 pounds of perfectly toned, muscular female hotness. She didn’t have big boobs — she was maybe 33a — but that didn’t matter at all to me, and she had the tightest ass I’d ever seen, huge blue eyes, and honey blonde hair framing an adorable face. We loved each other passionately and were as excited about the apartment as a couple of newlyweds on their honeymoon, which in a way, we were.

The place was nothing to look at — a one bedroom walk-up with a small kitchen/dining area, a living room, and a small bathroom, but it was ours, and we spent days trying to fix it up as best we could on the limited budget we had (which was to say next to nothing). There were a total of eight apartments in the shabby old building, one of which was Jethro’s. Our six neighbors were all young college couples our own age. The neighborhood was nothing much to look at either — what you might call just this side of the wrong side of the tracks, but it was close to campus and it was all we could afford.

Our landlord, Jethro Lincoln, was gruff, seedy-looking and surly, though polite enough when he talked to Jessica. I couldn’t help noticing that whenever he stopped by to talk to “us” he actually talked to me and let his eyes run up and down Jessica’s figure. Made no effort to hide it, either, and smirked at me the first time it was obvious I’d seen him leering. Jethro was maybe 65 and nothing much to look at, though he had ropy, sinewy muscles in his arms and little or no fat that I could see anywhere else.

We’d sc****d together the deposit and first month’s rent, which was all we could afford. When Jethro had demanded a security fee equal to another two month’s rent, we told him we didn’t have it. “Tell you what,” he said, “you can pay me an extra week’s rent each month until you’ve caught up with the security fee. Fair enough?”

We’d thanked him and signed the lease. “Now I want to be real clear on this,” he’d said as he was closing the books. “That extra fee is just like rent. If you’re late, you’re out of here and the deposit is forfeited. Says so in the lease you just signed. Understand?”

We were so glad to have the place that we’d signed without reading the lease, but we figured we’d just have to make the extra payments for about eight months and then we’d be caught up. We spent the next couple of weeks settling into a routine of going to classes, studying in the library, and spending evenings at home. The lease and its extra payment requirement were forgotten. As it turned out, we were wrong, terribly wrong.

Time slipped by quickly, and Jess had taken to flirting with our gruff landlord whenever he was around. Nothing too inviting, mind you. She’d wear a short skirt or a pair of short shorts and a tight top with no bra, then bat her eyes at Jethro like he was George Clooney. He took in the show with his eyes, but there was a hunger and meanness in them that I plain didn’t like, and said so to Jess.

“Oh, for Pete’s sake, David, he’s just a horny old goat who’s enjoying the attention. It’s harmless,” she said, laughing off my concern.

Harmless enough, until the rent came due and we realized we were short the extra payment. I took the rent check down to Jethro’s apartment on the first floor and handed it to him. He looked at it, scowled, and said “You’re short.”

I stammered my apologies and told him we’d have it in the next week or two, but he shook his head. You signed the lease. You agreed to the terms, and you and that sweet little girl of yours are out of here tomorrow.

“But it’s winter and we’ve got no place to go,” I protested.

“Tough,” he said. “Deal’s a deal.”

Desperate, I asked, “Isn’t there something we can work out? There has to be something you want.”

He looked at me like a wolf sizing up its lunch. “I’ll talk to your girlfriend and maybe we can work something out. Send her down here.”

I opened my mouth but thought better of it, and went back upstairs and gave Jess the news. “We better start packing,” I said.

Jess put her hand on my shoulder. “Just a minute, sweetie. Let’s talk this through. We’ve got absolutely nowhere to go and exams start next week. If we’re out on the street we’ll both flunk out. Let me go talk to him and see if I can get him to be reasonable.”

I shook my head. “I don’t like the way he leers at you and I don’t want you going down there alone.”

She smiled. “What harm can it do to see what he wants. At his age, I bet he’s just lonely and wants to talk to a pretty young girl. I’ll be just fine.” With that, she kissed me on the cheek and sashayed out the door.

I regretted it the moment she closed the door. I figured she’d be gone for a few minutes, no more, but ten minutes passed, then twenty, then thirty. At forty minutes I was about to go down and pound on Jethro’s door, but before I could get out of my chair, the knob turned and Jess walked back in. She walked over and kissed me.

“It’s fine. We can stay,” she said. “I’m going to take a shower,” and she went into the bathroom, humming a tune to herself softly.

And it was fine. We stayed, without further threats from our landlord. Jess seemed to like the guy well enough, and more than once I came home to find her leaving his apartment, a smile on her face. She always seemed delighted enough to see me, so I thought nothing of it. A month later, it was rent day, and Jess wrote out the check to take it down to Jethro. I looked at the amount she’d written it for, and told her she’d forgotten to include the extra payment.

She smiled. “We don’t have to worry about that anymore, sweetie. I worked out an arrangement with Jethro and he isn’t going to bother us about it,” she said. Once again she was gone for about an hour, but just as I was getting worried about it, she came in, smiled at me and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

So it went the next month too. I stopped worrying about the security payment. Jethro never bothered us, and if I occasionally came upon Jess leaving his apartment, it didn’t seem to be such a big deal.

Jess and I had gotten to know our next door neighbors, Tom and Maya, pretty well. They were married graduate students, both 23. Maya was Chinese, about 5 feet 6 inches tall, with long dark hair and a lovely figure. They seemed happy together, but on a couple of occasions I’d walked into the building as Maya was leaving our landlord’s apartment, much like Jess. Only Maya had looked startled each time and acted a little strange, but I thought nothing of it at the time.

One evening, Tom and I were hanging out at our place, sucking down a few beers. I mentioned in passing that I was a little concerned about Jess flirting with Jethro. “I know it sounds stupid, but he looks at her like a wolf looks at a lamb,” I’d said.

Tom grinned ruefully. “Not stupid at all,” he said. “You’re absolutely right to be concerned.”

I gave him a skeptical look. “Come on, Tom, what harm can the old goat do? He must be pushing 65.”

Tom sighed. “All right, I’ll tell you, but you most likely won’t believe me.” He paused, took a deep breath, and told me his tale. “Jethro may be 65 and not much to look at, but I can guaran-damn-tee you he’s dipped his wick in every one of the women in the building.”

I burst out laughing. “Bullshit,” I said.

“So you think, but you’re wrong,” Tom replied, evenly. “Truth is he’s been fucking Maya for a year-and-a-half. Started a month after we moved in here and he’s had her steadily ever since.”

“Come on,” I said. “Maya’s gorgeous and she’s obviously nuts about you. Why the hell would she even look at Jethro twice?”

“It’s not how he looks, but what’s he packing,” Tom said. “He’s got the biggest, thickest, hardest dick you can imagine, and he fucks like a porn star. Maya’s a total slut for him — does anything he wants and the nastier the better. She flat out worships his cock. I don’t know how he does it, but he just seems to mesmerize the women who live here. They all fuck him like they’re his harem.”

I didn’t believe what I was hearing. “I’m sorry for you if Maya puts out for him,” I said, “but Jess never would. She’s not like that.”

Tom looked at me pityingly. “You really don’t know, do you?” he said. “Hate to burst your bubble, but Jess is no different from the other five women who live here. Maya ‘introduced’ her to Jethro a week after you two moved in. Jess is already hooked on his monster cock. She just hasn’t had the heart to break it to you yet.”

“What the hell do you mean?” I said.

Tom sighed. “Look, don’t you think it’s a bit strange that the only tenants here are college couples, and that every one of the women is drop dead gorgeous?”

I shook my head. The building’s just convenient to campus, that’s all.”

“Don’t be a fool,” Tom said. Jethro’s really selective about who lives here. He makes sure it’s always young couples, married or not. That way he gets all the young pussy he wants, and believe me the old guy’s got a big appetite. Plus he has some friends he lets share in the spoils.” He shook his head. “Every single one of the men who live here is a cuckold, yourself included.”

I refused to believe what I was hearing. “How the hell can you stay here knowing that nasty old bastard is fucking Maya?”

“I couldn’t leave if I wanted to. Maya’s addicted to his cock. Besides, it’s not so bad. I get to watch him fuck the hell out of her. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said.

I sputtered in anger. “Even if Jess fucked him, it was only because of the security deposit. I can live with that, but I don’t like it one damn bit.”

Tom laughed. “The security deposit? Jethro isn’t fucking Jess just once a month for the security deposit. More like three times a week.”

“How often does he fuck Maya?” I asked.

“Whenever he wants,” Tom replied. “Between him and his friends, she probably gets bull fucked four or five times a week.”

He thanked me for the beer and left me to stew in my own thoughts. I was still sitting there when Jess came home, kissed me, and sat in my lap.

“What’s up, baby?” she asked. “You look like you’ve got a world of trouble on your mind.

I told her what Tom had told me about Maya and the other women in the building. I didn’t mention Jess. I was hoping it was all complete bullshit. She listened attentively.

“So what do you make of it, sweetie?” she asked me after I had finished.

I looked her right in the eyes. “I don’t believe it,” I said. “Maybe Maya fucks other guys because Tom’s some sort of wimp, but I just can’t believe the other women who live here do the same thing.”

“Tom’s no wimp, babe,” Jess said. “He’s all man and he’s hung pretty big — bigger than you — but he’s not even close to Jethro. He’s 12 inches long and beer can thick.”

“How would you know?” I asked, my mouth dry as cotton.

“Because, sweetie, I measured him myself,” Jess replied.

I sat, unable to say a word. Jess giggled and kissed me. “Come on, babe,” she said, “why do you think I was gone so long when I went to ‘talk’ to Jethro about the rent check? And just what kind of arrangement did you think I made with him?”

I could only shake my head.

“Baby, he’s been using my pussy a couple of times a week since the second week we lived here,” she sighed, and kissed me again. “I know Jethro’s not much to look at, but when it comes to fucking, he’s in a class all by himself. He is — by a light-year — the most incredible bed partner I’ve ever had, and probably ever will. Not only does he have the biggest, thickest, hardest, hottest dick I’ve ever seen, but he knows how to use what he’s got better than any man I’ve had.” She pouted. “Including you sweetie, but don’t feel bad, every other woman living in this building says exactly the same thing.”

I shook my head again in complete disbelief. Was this my Jess talking?

Jess laughed. “Sweetie, I love you. Don’t ever doubt that. I don’t want romance from anyone else. This isn’t about that, but I hope you can find it inside yourself to accept the situation, ’cause I sure don’t intend to stop fucking Jethro and his amazing monster cock.” She giggled. “Oh, and some of his friends, too, baby.”

She looked at me intently. “It’s called cuckolding. We’re a couple, but Jethro’s our bull, and he fucks my pussy whenever he wants.”

“What about me?” I asked.

“You get to fuck me when he’s finished,” she said. “I bet you’ll like it with me all stretched out and full of his jism. Jethro cums a lot — he really floods my pussy. Or you can lick my used pussy clean. Maya and Tom do that a lot. Maya says Tom can fuck me too, if we want. He’s got a 9 inch cock, and he cucks some of the other cuckolds in the building. He’s not that much bigger than you, so maybe you could do that with some of the other wives and girlfriends, too.”

My head was still reeling. This was my little country girlfriend? What had happened to her? “I need some time to think about it,” I said.

Jess pouted a bit. “I was hoping you would watch me cuck you with Jethro this afternoon,” she said. “If you’re willing, I’ll go downstairs now and get started. You come on down in fifteen minutes, okay, sweetie?” she said, and before I could answer she climbed out of my lap, kissed me, and walked out the door.

I didn’t know what to do. I grabbed a beer and sucked it down in 2 minutes, then drank another. I paced the floor like a caged a****l. I grabbed a third, then a fourth beer as the minutes ticked by. After 15 minutes, and by now a bit d***k, I left the apartment, went downstairs, and tried the doorknob to Jethro’s apartment. It opened, and I walked in. I heard noises from the bedroom and walked in.

Jethro was lying on his bed, with his muscular legs planted on the floor. He was stark naked. Jess was as naked as he was, squatting facing the door as she lowered her bare pussy onto the biggest cock I had ever seen. I’d guess that she had managed to f***e about half of into herself, and there must have been a good five or six inches still outside her. The thing was as thick around as a soda can and it made her pussy lips stretch obscenely as the love of my life pushed down, grunting as she worked another inch inside her.

The worst part was that she was looking me straight in the eyes while she struggled with Jethro’s monster cock. Brazen. Not a scintilla of embarrassment or regret. Just a look of intense concentration and, yes, lust as she slowly pushed down impaling herself inch by inch, until the huge thing was completely embedded in her distended pussy.

“Your little slut said you’d be coming down to watch,” Jethro said. “We thought we’d give you a look-see when you opened the door. Now come in and sit down.”

I did as I was told.

Jethro laughed. “That’s right, sit on down like a good boy and watch your hot little missy take a real man’s cock, just like all the other ones who live here do too. They fuck me whenever they want, and they want it all the time, isn’t that right little missy?” he said, and Jess nodded. “Don’t feel bad, the men like being whatchamacallits too.”

“Cuckolds,” Jess chimed in. “And you’ll love it too, sweetheart.”

And then she started sliding herself up and down on Jethro, grunting each time he bottomed out deep inside her. It was horrifying. It was mesmerizing. And it was incredibly, obscenely hot. Here I was, betrayed by the woman I knew I would marry, watching her shamelessly fucking like a whore in heat, taking every inch of the monster cock impaling her, and I was aroused beyond all reason. I should have stormed out. Instead, I stayed put, knowing it could never be the way it was between Jess and me, and watched her getting the fucking of her life.

It didn’t take very long before I could see the telltale signs of an orgasm approaching. Her eyes got glassy and her breath came in gasps and I could see her start to shudder and shake. Jethro kept right on pumping into her, holding her up by cupping her buttocks and fucking her up and down on his big cock. Jess didn’t seem to mind a bit and began moaning softly.

“God, baby, he’s so fucking big and so fucking good,” she groaned. “My pussy is soooo stretched out.”

Jethro laughed. “Doesn’t take too long to ruin ’em for their husbands and boyfriends. Give her a couple more weeks and she won’t feel you anymore.”

Jess gasped. “Oh my lord, I’m cumming again,” she said. “Fuck my pussy with that big cock of yours, Jethro, you own it now.” And she came hard on him a second time, while he leered at me. By now he was sliding her up and down on his huge cock without any apparent problem. Jess’s pussy was so wet it was dripping down her thighs as she moaned and groaned and gasped while he fucked her like a rag doll.

He kept it up for nearly 30 minutes, fucking my beautiful girlfriend like she was his own personal fuck toy. Which, clearly, she had become. By the end, Jess’s eyes were rolled back in her head, and she was almost limp in his hands. She came four times, soaking the bedspread underneath Jethro’s thighs with her juices. Suddenly, Jethro started grunting like a wild board.

“Gonna fill your little slut with cum,” he said, and he proceeded to do just that while Jess wailed in ecstasy as his semen poured up into her womb. When he was finally finished, he lifted her off his still-tumescent cock and told me to take her back to our apartment. I picked her up, covered her with her clothes as best I could, and carried her back up the stairs. Fortunately, no one met us on the way.

When I got her back to our place, I gently laid her down on the bed and got her a glass of water and a damp washcloth I used to wipe her face. The water seemed to refresh her, and she started pulling at my clothes.

“Get naked, baby,” she said, and I did as I was told and lay down next to her.

My cock was painfully hard, and Jess reached down and stroked it, rubbing her thumb over the glans until precum fluid had leaked out all over it. I knew I wouldn’t last long, so I got between her legs and started to position myself to mount her.

“Not yet, baby,” she said, spreading her legs and pushing my head down towards her pussy. “Maya says Tom loves sucking her pussy when it’s full of Jethro’s cum load, and I want you to give it a try, too.”

I hesitated, but, wanting to please her, leaned forward and brought my mouth down on her. She sighed contentedly as I started to lick her slippery slit, running my tongue up and over her clit. As I worked, she put one hand on the back of my head and pressed my mouth to her pussy, grinding herself onto me. The semen deeper in her pussy ran out slowly and onto my tongue, salty and thick. I took a mouthful and slid up so that I was even with her head, then kissed her full on the lips. Her mouth opened eagerly and our tongues danced as I swapped the cum into her and she moaned.

As we kissed, she reached down and inserted me into her gaping pussy, pushing my buttocks toward her with her heels. I slid into her sloppy wetness without resistance. She was so open I went in all the way, realizing I could barely feel her vaginal walls. As if sensing what I was thinking, she whispered into my ear. “I can’t feel your cock, baby. Jethro’s stretched out my pussy so much you’re not big enough for me anymore.”

It was too much for me to take, and with a deep groan, I let myself go, shooting jet after jet of my own hot cum into her gaping cunt. She rocked me between her legs as I came inside her until, finally spent, I rolled gently off her. We lay like that until we fell asl**p. As I drifted off, I realized we were going to be just fine.

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