Horny Horns: The Delights of Faithful Cuckold: Horny Horns, #1

By A.A. Andrews

The most important characteristic of manhood is that a man cares about the desires of his lover and wife, feels proud of her charms, and always helps her find happiness behind any door. He must watch and hold her hand so that she feels safe. He must be ready for any request she asks for in this situation!

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.A. Andrews
• Release date: May 1, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224932283

Book preview

I am engaged to mona, she is from a large, conservative family. She finished her university education months ago. She is over twenty-two. She is wonderfully beautiful, with a white, curvy figure. She is neither tall nor short. When you set your eyes on her, her heaving chest draws you in. Since my school days, I have been craving big breasts. Sexual intercourse with Mona will be completely different. Mona is beautiful and sexy. I will enjoy kissing her mouth and breasts. I kiss every part of her body from her feet to her head. I miss the day that brings me and Mona together in the same bed.

I come from a conservative family. We do not go out together except in the company of her mother or one of her brothers. At the beginning of the engagement, I used to meet her once a week. We would sit together in the living room under the supervision of the father or mother. We dreamed of the future, the house and the children. As the days passed, the closeness and harmony between us increased. I dared and started flirting. In her beauty and femininity, she approached me after she had been sitting at a distance between us.

She responded to me. The flirtatious words increased her affection and made her flaunt and flaunt her femininity. She asked me what was the most beautiful thing about her. I felt confused: her flowing, charcoal hair, her small mouth, or her wide eyes. The most beautiful thing about her was her chest, her round tits. The one that attracts you at first sight. I felt embarrassed to tell her, Your breasts are the most beautiful, and I told her, Your breasts are the most beautiful and delicious.

I was afraid to offend her modesty. I pointed to her breasts with my hand. Her cheeks turned red and she laughed in ecstasy, as if I had said something she was expecting and waiting for. She said boldly.

- All my friends say that

I said without meaning anything

- Who are your friends?

- The university group, Samia, Laila, Shadi, and Maurice

I felt a little upset and asked her in dissatisfaction:

-You have boys there?

She looked nervous and said:

- What do you mean? You didn't have any girl friends at the university Colleagues, not boy friends?

She smiled a yellow smile and stood up as she said:

- What's the difference, friends and colleagues?

She left me alone for several minutes to reflect on myself. She became angry at my words. She thought I was doubting her behavior. I have the right to doubt. Her words were not reassuring. She returned a little later with a tray in her hand with a cup of orange juice on it. She presented it to me in silence and sat far away from me, facing me, crossing one leg over the other. Then she slid the jacket off her legs and thighs. Neither of us uttered a word as I glanced at her while she was shaking her feet as if she wanted to draw my attention to her beautiful legs.

For the first time, I looked at her wrapped legs and her plump, excitingly full thighs, and what exposed of her thighs made me crave them. She said to break the silence.

- You are upset

She said it alone

- Oh, I'm sad

- I didn't mean anything, and in any case you have the right to do so

Her wrists were released and she returned to her place next to me

She breathed a sigh of relief. I am a delicate and sensitive woman, a girl of people whom I should not doubt. I held her hand and kissed her. A smile of contentment appeared on her lips. I whispered, caressing her.

- give me a kiss.

She offered me her cheek, I said, and I pointed to her mouth

She said affectionately:

- Then someone will see us!

- What does that mean, I am your fiancé?

- you are not my husband yet!

- The day we get married, I will not kiss you from the bottom of your mouth, but I will remove all your clothes and kiss every part of your body.

She blushed and burst out laughing and added:

- What else?

I felt a little embarrassed, I hesitated, then whispered:

- I won't say?

She said in a pretentious manner:

- If you didn't say I would fight you!

- Then you will break down!

- meh!

Her boldness encouraged me to get rid of the embarrassment, so I whispered to her:

- Come and I will tell you.

***

I felt my cock erect with an intense force. I clung to her and held her in my lap. She placed her head on my chest. Our gazes met. Her lips slowly parted. She moved her face upwards towards my mouth. Her lips came close to mine. I could not believe that she wanted me to kiss her on the mouth. My body was shaking. I'm afraid her mother might surprise us. She backed away a little and wiped my face with her delicate hand. I held her hand and kissed her finger by finger. My eyes were fixed on the living room door. She said in a soft, sexy voice:

- My mother went to the hairdresser.

My lips connected with hers. For the first time, I kissed a woman on her lips. I then rushed in, covering her face and neck with my kisses. My hand was on her chest, caressing her breasts. She was enjoying my kisses and the closeness of our bodies. Suddenly, I lifted my hand from her chest and she backed away, fearing that she would be angry with my impulsiveness and recklessness.

She looked at me in ecstasy, and a blush of embarrassment added to my face. Her face was more beautiful. She clung to my neck, wanting more kisses. Our lips met again. Her tongue was in my mouth. I caressed it with my tongue. I sucked it and swallowed the delicious juice of her mouth. My hand was caressing her breasts, messing with them. She raised my hand again on her breast. I did not care, and soon my hand crept to her chest. I grabbed her breast. Her body shook violently and she backed away and our lips broke up. I could not resist the temptation of her heaving chest. My hand was once again on her chest. She lowered her head to the ground and said pamperingly:

- now what?

My cheeks turned red and I said in a troubled voice

- Can I see your tits?

mona blushed over her cheeks and said:

- how?

- Open the blouse and show me them!

She shrank in place and said:

- mmmmm... you do it!

She started watching me as I was unbuttoning the blouse, and I looked at her, watching her reaction. The shy smile grew wider on her lips.

The black bra appeared, exposing the cleavage of her breasts. In a quick movement, she shook the bra. She gasped, closed her eyes. Her breasts were bright white, swollen, and the nipple was small, almost invisible to the eye. No hand touched her, no mouth reached her. My pure virgin lver. Suddenly she surrounded her breasts with the palms of her hands, as if she was afraid that my hands would touch them. I tried to remove her hand from them while whispering to her in longing.

-  Show me your beautiful tits!

She increased the attachment of her palms to her chest and said in a whispered voice expressing the lust that stirred within her:

- No, you won't see anything

I said hungrily:

- These are mine, I have the right to see them.

My muscular strength overcame her strength. She surrendered, raised her hands, and watched me in amazement and ecstasy as my fingertips ran over her breasts, enjoying their silky feel. I squeezed them forcefully, and her body shook and she moaned in a low voice that indicated her feeling of pleasure. My fingertips approached the nipple, so she quickly extended her hand, trying to prevent me from reaching it. The nipple is between My fingertips squeezed it forcefully, and it vibrated and let out a hidden scream.

I don’t know if it was a cry of pain or a feeling of pleasure. I wanted more pleasure. I pushed my head between her breasts, kissing it sometimes and licking the nipple. She squirmed like a small child while she was holding my head and her delicate fingertips were playing with my hair. My cock was getting erecter moment after moment. I could not resist. I ejaculated in my pants. I raised my head from her chest and backed away from her. She looked at me with a devious smile. I did not know if she felt that I had ejaculated or not. Suddenly we felt the footsteps of her mother. She returned from the hairdresser’s office. She hurried after me, adjusting her clothes. The mother entered and saw us while I was in the room. I was in a state of confusion and tension. I was afraid that she would see the wetness in my pants, which prompted me to ask permission to leave.

***

She wrote to me one month after the engagement, saying that we had the right to go out together without supervision. At the Nile, under a column of dim light and a dense tree, the car stopped. I held her delicate hand and kissed it and whispered, saying:

- Finally we are alone without isolation.

Her secrets were revealed by a smile. We want to quench our thirst. She desires me as I desire her. My eyes betrayed me. She asked me in her soft voice:

- Why are you looking at me like that?

I managed to say:

- I want to eat you.

She said, with gentleness and coquetry in her voice:

- Eat me!

I crawled towards her and whispered:

- give me a kiss.

She refrained from being petty, and she rebuked me, saying:

- Don't be crazy, we are in the street.

- The street is empty and the world is dark.

Her eyes closed and her lips parted. My mouth came close to hers and my lips joined. She threw her body into my lap, her lower lip between my lips and my upper lip between hers. She did not stay long for fear that someone would see us. She crawled from her seat to cling to me. I put my arms around her shoulders and kissed her cheek and neck. I suddenly felt... With her hand on my lap, she felt my cock as if she wanted to know it. My curiosity prompted me to ask her:

- You've seen a cock before?

She turned to me without removing her hand from my cock, the blush of embarrassment evident in her cheeks, her false eyes exuding burning desire and lust, she said in the voice of a longing lover.

- I saw.

I became more agitated and started saying:

- Did you see? who?

- Someone was urinating in the street. When I got close to him, I saw him. I saw a long thing sticking out of his pants. It was big. Yes, his cock was big.

For the first time she let go of her shyness, I felt a desire to hear her voice as she uttered a strange word, so I whispered to ask her.

-His cock was big!

She said in a soft seductive voice:

- Big, strong cock!!

In a moment, my cock was outside the pants. She took her hand and placed it between her boobs over the bra. She gasped loudly when she felt my naked cock in her hand. Her smooth fingertips were caressing my cock, making me more aroused. I could not bear any more pleasure. I ejaculated and she retracted in panic and said, she blamed me.

-Why did you bring them quickly?

I was confused and hit my tongue and the words stopped on my lips as I continued saying:

-  I am sorry.

She pulled a handkerchief from the box above the dashboard of the car and said.

- My friend Susie, her fiancé does more things to her than that.

I said in amazement:

- What is he doing?

- He brushes it.

I couldn't believe my ears, I turned to her and said questioningly:

- Do you like to spread out?

Her cheeks turned red and she looked at me and said:

- I'm afraid.

- from which? From what?

- I do not know.

She was silent for a moment and then said:

- Unless you like it...

I suggested that we go back under the tree. so this could not be done in a public place. All I was thinking about was finding a place where I could spread my semen. I thought about my friend Shawqi, who lives alone. He didn’t mind me being alone with semen in his place. He thought she was a prostitute. I felt a little ashamed. I didn’t dare tell him the truth. We agreed that I would call him when I was ready. I met with Mona after that at the family home.

All the time we talked about a suitable place that would bring us together away from people. There were many ideas. We stayed in a hotel and waited until circumstances allowed us. Among the ideas was my friend’s apartment.

Her facial expressions relaxed slightly, indicating her approval. I felt something. Of confusion and tension, but she was afraid that door would be closed on us and that I would lose her virginity before I officially consummated her. I tried to convince her that I was not crazy or naive to do something that would embarrass her and expose her in front of her family.

We found no choice but to be content with kisses and sexual caresses, at home, without the family's care or attention. In the car on a dark street On my weekend day, we agreed to spend the whole day together.

We started our day by going to the pyramids. Dozens of foreign tourists were there. Mona looked like a foreigner. She wore a backless blouse that revealed her bright shoulders and her delicious butt. Her breasts were prominent and high as usual. She wore a short pocket above the knee that revealed her legs. Ivory Coast and some of its crowded traps encouraged many camel, horse and cart owners to offer us their services, thinking that Mona was a tourist.

Mona expressed her desire to ride a camel. I was not convinced, as riding and dismounting is a difficult process. I had no choice but to fulfill her desire. The camel puddles on the ground by order. From its owner, she rode with difficulty before her and began to prepare to climb on his back. The camel was high, so the oldest camel helped her, exposing all her thighs. I was afraid to see her panties, so anger and distress filled me, but it quickly dissipated and turned into pleasure as I held her in my arms in my lap, attached to her delicious ass, stealing glances at me.

Her sexy thighs, I feel them from one moment to the next, enjoying their silky texture. After a tour between the pyramids on the camel, we went down in the same way to the camel pools, and she rushed forward from me and almost fell off the camel had the camel not grabbed her to prevent her from falling, so she fell into his arms, which made me angry, so I preceded her. To the car, she said blaming me as she opened the door of the car and sat next to me

- Why did you leave me alone?

- Don't worry about the man hugging you

- I wanted to fall before me.

- He doesn't hug you. . It's not enough that the workers were looking at your legs.

She smiled and said: