Cuckold's Desire Mega-Collection

By Lisa Winters

Caution: This 28,000 word collection contains 6 stories of cuckolding, feminizing, and humiliation! Read at your own risk!
This Mega-Collection features the entire Cuckold University Trilogy and Cuckold Newlyweds Trilogy in a single collection! You won’t want to miss this epic anthology--6 stories of male humiliation, cuckolding, feminization, chastity, and much, much more!

Excerpt: “Your punishment is something worse entirely.” She could hardly suppress a giggle as she reached into the bag. Even as she pulled out the dress, I still didn’t understand what it meant.“We are going to make you put away Mike for a while, and turn you into Michele!”Turn me into Michele? I wondered, what does that mean?"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Winters-Marazza Publishing
• Release date: May 31, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311018564

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Cuckold’s Desire Mega Collection

Lisa Winters

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Copyright 2014 Winters-Marazza Publishing

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Table of Contents

Cuckold University I

Cuckold University II

Cuckold University III

Cuckold Newlyweds I

Cuckold Newlyweds II

Cuckold Newlyweds III

Cuckold University

I met Chelsea last year, when we were both freshman at State University. She was a curvy little blonde hipster girl, complete with an eccentric style and oversized glasses. I was drawn to her bubbly personality, it stood in stark contrast to my quiet, bookish demeanor. We hooked up for the first time at a frat party and have been inseparable ever since.

She is unique. Maybe a little wild, but genuinely sweet. She loves to text me during class. Sometimes nice things like I miss you <3 or u are the only one for me; ) She is a sociology major, which I joke with her, is the easiest -ology offered at the school. I’m an electrical engineering major, so our respective efforts here at school sometimes seem like night and day.

Last year, towards the end of finals, we had a rough patch. I was studying hard for finals. I basically disappeared into the library for hours. She stopped sending me texts, we almost stopped hanging out altogether. We had a big fight and she stormed off. I didn’t hear from her again until nearly a month later, when she messaged me on social media while I was home on summer break. We got back together as school started this fall. Still, for some reason, something seemed different. I can’t put my finger on it exactly. Maybe it’s how she’s talking to me. Like, more condescending. I don’t know.

Now that we’re sophomores, we’ve finally have moved into nicer dorms. Our buildings are right next to each other and I can even circumvent the visiting-hours rules by occasionally sneaking into her window on the ground floor of the apartment. She has been pretty insistent that I never come by uninvited. I guess it makes sense, since her roommate doesn’t like guests—especially not guests that crawl in through a window. I like to think I’m a pretty understanding guy about this sort of thing.

Chelsea was still my sweet, beautiful girlfriend. We always went to parties together. Her sorority sisters started referring to us as Mike-sea; an amalgamation of Mike and Chelsea—like we were a celebrity couple. Chelsea absolutely ate that up. Sometimes I think impressing her sorority sisters is more important than being with me.

Last week, some weird stuff happened to us—me. Last Saturday, we were at a party at her sorority house. It was pretty low-key. A few of her girlfriends, one or two guys, and me. The girls got pretty drunk, and were soon talking loudly about their previous boyfriends and hookups. I was pretty drunk myself, just laying out on the couch in the other end of the room. I caught some of their conversation.

..oh my god, he was the biggest I had ever had. It almost hurt!

Almost! You loved it… Giggling.

Chelsea, how’s… Whispering, …he’s right other there!

I recognized Chelsea’s voice, He’s fine…small… not like Derek. He was huge… felt great...

Wait, I thought to myself in the drunken haze, Who was Derek? Was I small? Not big enough for her?

The girls kept talking, and I was paying more attention now, I bet you wish you could find a cock like that again! What if you could put Derek’s dick on Mike? The girls giggled

Chelsea chimed in, Even if he had the biggest dick in the world, he has no idea how to use it. He’s so awkward. He barely lasts 5 minutes!

The girls laughed uncomfortably at Chelsea’s candid statements. He’s right there, someone whispered.

He’s passed out. He can’t hear us. Besides, I’ve done everything but come out and tell him that I’m tired of fucking his tiny dick. He even believes that he can never come over because my ‘roommate’ doesn’t like guests.

Was I really hearing this? I mean, it was hard for us to be together. But we still had sex once every couple of weeks.

So, Chelsea, have you been with other guys?

Silence.

Oh my god, she totally has! You’re so bad! Are they at least better in bed than Mike?

As quiet as a mouse, Chelsea responded, Yea. I was shocked. She was cheating on me! This whole time? If I wasn’t so drunk, I would have sprung up right there and confronted her. But I didn’t. Instead I just turned over and passed out on the couch. The girls kept talking through the night.

* * *

I woke up the next morning on the couch, nursing a vicious hangover. I hardly remembered the conversation I had overheard the night before. I stumbled back to my room, got some water, and fell asleep in my own bed.

I awoke several hours later, feeling much better physically, but the things my girlfriend said stuck in my head. I could hardly concentrate on my homework while her words echoed through my mind again and again. Was she really cheating on me? I wondered. I decided that I wouldn’t just confront her with what I had heard. I wanted to see for myself what she was doing behind my back. I pulled out my phone and shot her a text. I started with our normal, routine messages. How was your day?; How hungover are you? My head is pounding. Of course I mentioned I didn’t remember anything from last night. Everything seemed routine. I asked if I could swing by that evening, as usual, she said her roommate wouldn’t allow it. She added a little sad face, like she was sincerely disappointed.

As evening fell, I wrapped up my studying and went out to get dinner. Coming back from the cafeteria, the sun long since set, I walked by my girlfriend’s dorm room window. The light was on, and I could see clearly inside. I sat down on a bench facing the window. I could see Chelsea inside, playing absentmindedly on her computer. I pulled out my phone and began to click around. I didn’t want it to be obvious I was staring in a window of the girl’s dorm. For ten minutes or so, nothing happened. I started to feel silly for suspecting her. Then, she got up and started changing clothes. She stripped naked, her curvy body in full view. I watched as she put on a purple and green lace bra and matching thong underwear. She put on a tight shirt and yoga pants. Finally, she let her hair down and brushed it out. She looked sexier than I had ever seen her. I wondered if she was going to try and surprise me. I saw her check her phone and shoot out a text, but my phone never received anything. Now, I was curious. I waited.

About 15 minutes after she finished getting ‘dolled up’. She sprung up suddenly, and opened the door. A tall, broad-shouldered man stood in the doorway. I could see his dark hair, hard lean muscles accented by a fitted shirt. She leaned in and kissed him quickly on the lips. My mouth fell open. I knew it! I thought to myself. I was intrigued at how far these two would go. I put down my phone and looked into the window intently.

Chelsea closed the door behind him as he walked in. He had a small backpack with him. The stranger had barely set it down when my girlfriend was on him. She snaked her hand around his head and pulled him to her. They kissed, slowly at first, but their intensity grew and grew. Soon, their bodies were pressed against one another