Easy Street; Our BeginningSubmitted by: Hers and Chaste
My story begins much like many other stories pertaining to male chastity. However, there are many details that it does not share with the stories I have seen posted.
The first similarity is that I was the one who ordered a chastity device for myself, not knowing whether or not my beautiful wife would be interested in it or not. Also that I sprang it on her not knowing within my own heart just how far I wanted to go with it.
The differences are many. I did not order it because my sex life with my wife was unsatisfactory. Nor because I have a remarkably small or pitiful dick. I am far from John Holmes, but I am also far from tiny. In our eight years of marriage my wife and I have enjoyed an active sex life. Having been married to a sexually repressed woman in my first marriage, I know how fortunate I am that my wife is highly sexed and really enjoys our lovemaking. You have no idea how lucky I am! She is multi-orgasmic and she absolutely loves to taste my cum as it blasts into her mouth.
Other differences are that the events that unfolded did not lead to my being turned permanently into a completely useless, gender confused wimp cowering in a corner awaiting my wife's return. My wife and I love each other, and overall we share the responsibilities of running our household, our work lives, and raising our children. I would not abdicate my responsibilities and my wife respects my opinions. In short, this story is about our sex life, not to be confused with the rest of our life. Donna and I both have careers as professionals in our respective fields. We both experience a lot of stress in our careers.
All that being said, you must be wondering why in the world would a guy in my position have put himself in such a precarious position by giving up control of his manhood? Any time my wife or I want a "stress reliever", we are only too happy to oblige each other. I love having my face buried in her moist, tender pussy as much as she likes having my cock down her throat! So why would I risk losing her respect by ordering a chastity device and risking her thinking I was unworthy? The short answer is that I don't know for sure. I do know that I have always had a fascination with female domination. Not the her in black leather, me in a dress kind, just completely relinquishing control to a woman. Having absolutely no choice in what was going to happen. Maybe I need that because of my job. Maybe I have some deep-seated issue from my childhood. Maybe I'm just a fuckin' pervert! But the need to submit has shadowed me for years. Donna and I have played with it on several occasions, but always for individual sessions. We did play at one point a few years ago where I went for over a month without an orgasm while she used me daily. But it was more or less an honor system. I could have masturbated if I had wanted to. I could have gone to another woman if I had wanted to. I had a level of control. The only thing that kept me chaste for that period of time was that I wanted to obey Donna's wishes and I wanted to remain faithful. So had I really given up control?
As I said before, our sex life has been anything but tame. We have engaged in threesomes, had sex in public, called a friend up and let them listen while I took Donna to several orgasms. And my mischievous wife even turned the tables on me; calling me up at work and making me listen while that same friend fucked the daylights out of her!
I have always had an unusually intense drive to please my lover. I always try to make sure that "ladies come first". Perhaps that has something to do with my fascination with wanting to be teased mercilessly and not being able to control if and when I come. Not to mention that, as you well know, going without intensifies the sexuality. I think that may be why Donna and I had never gone farther with it before now, in a way. I like to be put off, but Donna has to have it. And lucky me, she wants it from me! When I had mentioned extended chastity for me in the past, she had commented that the problem with it was that she needed my cock buried inside of her.
So now you know what kind of chance I was taking when I ordered the CB 3000. I must have visited the website ten times before I finally ordered it. And I didn't tell her that I had done it. Even with my years long fascination with the subject, I still was unsure if I wanted to relinquish all control. What if she decided that I was a pathetic jerk like so many of the guys in the stories I had read online? Decided to lock me away and never use me again? What if I got hurt at work? I could picture in my mind the big boss lying on the table in the ER while nurses; doctors and co-workers laughed at his caged cock. What if she just looked at me and said, "you paid how much for this?!"
So it was with great trepidation that I waited for the package to arrive. I made a trip home each day so that I could get the mail first, before my wife and definitely before my kids! Then it arrived. I wanted to try it out to see whether or not it would really prevent me from obtaining an erection. Honestly, I wanted to have some idea whether or not I could really handle losing control of "Mr. Happy" before I broached the subject with my wife. I hid it away. It was three days before I had any time to myself. Donna and the kids were all gone for the day. As soon as they left I took the cock cage out of its package and examined it. It took me awhile to get it in place, although I did make a lucky guess as to the correct size of the retaining ring. I was going to wear it all day. But after about ten minutes, I decided that I was cheating. It had to be all or nothing. I couldn't allow myself to know whether or not I could handle it or not. I just had to dive right in by giving Donna control and seeing where it led.
So I spent the next week or so agonizing over when or how I would bring the subject up. Then, as often happens, fate took control of events. I found out on a Wednesday that my company was sending me to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida (halfway across the country) for a week to attend a seminar on my area of specialization. Each time I have to travel Donna is apprehensive. She says its not that she doesn't trust me, its just that she knows the temptation is great. There I am alone in a distant city. I said that we had threesomes, not that we are unfaithful. And Donna is not the sharing kind where I am concerned. Our threesomes had been with a good friend of mine. But she had let me know in no uncertain terms that there was not another woman in my future! So here was my opportunity to bring up the CB 3000 in a way that Donna might like. My plan was reaffirmed when I told her about the trip. She made several "joking" comments over the next couple of days about women in other towns. And she was insatiable also, I think wanting to make sure that I was sated before I left.
I was to leave Sunday afternoon. So Sunday morning while Donna was in the kitchen, I locked myself in our bathroom and placed the chastity tube onto myself. Then I got dressed and waited for Donna to come back into the bedroom. When she did so, I handed her a small jewelry box. She looked at me, puzzled, when she opened it to see two small keys. I told her that I knew she worried when I was away, and that I didn't want her to. I told her that this had also given me the opportunity to take the plunge into the fantasy she knew that I'd had for a very long time. I admitted to her that I was scared. Then I unfastened and dropped my trousers. When I pulled my briefs down she gasped, but her eyes lit up also. So I knew that she would like it for the short term anyway. It would keep me chaste on my trip. As I stood in front of her she knelt down and examined my imprisoned manhood, lifting my cock and balls, turning it side to side to see how it worked. "Mr. Happy" began to grow, or at least tried to. He soon reached the limit of his prison and throbbed, wanting to expand. Donna was intrigued, "Oh my God, does it hurt?"
I explained that I hadn't worn it for any period of time, but that it certainly had my attention. "Can you get it off without the key"? I hadn't tried. "Well, try now." She watched for several minutes while I tried to pull myself out of the device. I had no luck. The more I handled it, the more my cock tried to grow, and the less likely I was to succeed.
Donna stood and kissed me deeply. Then she lay back on the bed and beckoned me to her. I knelt down between her legs and began making love to her tender sex with my mouth and tongue. I love going down on her! I love the response that I get; I love the taste of her, the feel of her. I alternated between slow; flat tongued bathing of her entire sex to pointed lashing of her clit. As usual I took her to her first shuddering orgasm within a couple of minutes. And also, as usual, I didn't stop there. I let her come down from her ecstasy a little and then built her up again to yet another, more intense orgasm. After her fifth orgasm she finally pushed me away, telling me she could take no more. I could have kept making love to her sweet sex for hours. My cock was straining in vain to reach its full potential. Such sweet torture!
I lay next to her and held her as she calmed down. After a few moments she began kissing and fondling me, teasing me playfully. She asked if I wanted to cum. What did I want from this? I hesitated, then tried to explain. I told her that of course I wanted to cum. Right now I wanted nothing more than to take the cage off and fuck her brains out. But I also loved being teased and tormented, being made to wait.
We had discussed this before and, as I said earlier, even played with it several times. I tried to explain that I fantasized about having absolutely no control of my own orgasms. I said that I would understand if she didn't want the same thing. If so, then we could simply use it when I was away or for short periods of time when we played.
Donna thought for a moment, then asked, "How long are you wanting to go without?"
I hesitated, "Its not really a matter of how long I want to go without. I don't know the answer to that. Every time we make love, I honestly want to have intercourse with you."
I paused while I tried to figure out how to say what I needed to say. "The whole idea is that I want you to have complete control of when and if I get to cum. And as far as how long you have control, that is completely up to you. Its what you want. The only consideration given to me provided at your whim."
She caressed my hand as I continued, "Obviously I don't want to go forever without ever getting to cum again, but I could go forever with that choice being yours." I hesitated for a moment, working up the courage to share all of my feelings, "I am tormented by this, honey. I have wanted to give up control totally for years. But at the same time I am scared to death of really giving up all control, not being able to change it if I want to. Yet it doesn't work if I have the ability to change it. I know that if you aren't interested in this that I'm am asking a lot. But the thrill of it would be that I am completely at your mercy."
She smiled, "And what if I was to like it and become a complete bitch? What if I had no mercy?" She laughed as my cock suddenly bucked up in its cage, answering better than I ever could. I flushed red, "I know I probably seem like some kind of sicko to you, but that would be fine. Whatever you wanted."
"What about the games we played before?"
"I always did as you said, I didn't get my self off when you weren't around. I didn't cheat. But I could have. So I still had some control. This way, the control is all yours. But I don't expect such a marked change in lifestyle if you don't enjoy it. This is not just about me."
She took my face in her hands, looking into my eyes, "You have to understand. There are fantasies that I've had that I didn't act on because I couldn't stand to lose you. Things that could scare you away."
"Nothing that you could do would scare me away. In fact, the idea that you are doing things that you dream up, completely selfish, is the biggest part of the thrill in this for me."
"I don't think you know what you are getting yourself into. The things I have fantasized would be very, very, ah…"
"Its ok. Very what?"
"Beyond humiliating. Things I couldn't do to the man I love."
"Even if those things are what the man you love wants you to do to him? I wonder if you realize just how perverted I am. I don't think there is anything that you could do to me that I wouldn't love. The acts themselves are not always what excites me, it's the fact that you would be in control."
We lay in silence for awhile and then she told me that she was enjoying the control, but that she had to think about how far she wanted to take it. She suggested that I wear the device on my weeklong trip and when I returned she would have an answer for me. "But you have to be prepared. I understand that you want to give up control. Whatever decision I make about how this will be done is final. And you will have no say in it." She laughed as my cock jumped at that statement.
We replaced the brass padlock with one of the numbered plastic ties that came with the CB 3000. This way I could get through airport security without being detected. Embarrassment is one thing, putting my job in jeopardy is another. Donna kept all of the other ties and noted the number of the one attached to my imprisoned cock, just in case I found a shop or ordered more while I was away.
A couple of hours later I was off on my trip. My thoughts were more on what would happen when I returned, not on the seminar. As I sat on the plane, I was very self-conscious. When the stewardess talked to me I felt like she somehow knew about my trapped manhood. I felt as if all of the women I spoke to, at the check-in counter, at the rental counter in Florida, all of them, were looking at me knowingly. Of course they weren't, but it was driving me nuts!
After I had settled into my hotel room I called Donna to let her know that I had made it safely. We talked for a few minutes about the trip and about the kids, then she finally got around to what was really on her mind, "So, how is Mr. Happy doing?" I laughed nervously, "He's doing fine so far. But this thing never lets me forget that he's there, that's for sure."
"Well, I decided that I don't have to wait until you get back for my decision. I've been so damn horny thinking about all of the possibilities! So, we are going to have a trial period. Anything I say goes. And after the trial period, you can have some input. But I will decide how much we will play with this. Understood?"
I gulped, "Yes, ma'am. How long of a trial period do you think?"
There was a pause. "Lets say a month. One month from today I will decide. Oh, and by the way, I like the sound of yes ma'am. Remember that."
Donna laughed, then added mischievously, " I'm gonna have fun with this. I'm gonna have to think of some things to drive you nuts! Maybe I'll have to invite Terry over while you are gone!" I could see the playful smile on her face in my mind. Terry is my good friend that we'd had the threesomes with. We had never had a threesome with another woman, just with Terry. I had assured Donna that I didn't feel like it was cheating as long as I knew about it and was involved. And she had been only too happy to take advantage of having two cocks at her disposal once she was convinced it wouldn't hurt our relationship.
"After all, I'm not supposed to go without, am I?" Then she changed it from a question to a statement, "Hey wait a minute, what am I asking you for? I am not going to go without! Hey, I like this!"
We said our good byes and our I love you's, then I took a shower and tried to relax. Which was not an easy task. After a while I decided to go out and get something to eat, then returned to the room and watched TV. If Donna only knew how little she had to worry about when I traveled, even without being locked up. I'm not exactly a socially aggressive type.
While I lay on the bed watching TV my cel phone rang. It was my lovely wife and I could tell she had thought of something to torment me by the sound of her voice. "Are you sure that you can't get that thing off?" I told her that I couldn't swear to it yet, but that I didn't think that I could. In any event, even if I did manage to get it off, I knew I would never get it back on with the lock in place, so I could never hide it if I did. "Good. Then I thought of a way to torment you! I want you to take your wedding ring off and go bar hopping. You are to try and pick up as many women as you can."
This surprised me; Donna was the jealous type. And then I thought about the embarrassment if I did get a girl back to my room when she found out about my "condition". "Uh, what am I supposed to do with them if I catch one?"
Donna laughed, "I didn't say you got to have them, silly! I just want you to be tormented by flirting with as many of them as you can. Then you will have to make some excuse as to why you won't follow through! Or better yet, you could just tell them the truth! I will call you in three hours." With that, she hung up.
As I said before, I not much of a wolf. So it wasn't easy for me to go on the prowl. But to my surprise, I wasn't in the bar for very long before a leggy redhead sat next to me at the bar and asked where I was from. We chatted for awhile. She said that she was in town for a seminar also. Inwardly, I sighed a sigh of relief. I had been afraid the only woman I might attract would be a hooker. That would hardly bolster my ego!
She told me that her name was Elizabeth. We chatted for over an hour, and I eventually calmed down a little. We even flirted quite a bit, making references to having fun while away from home. Eventually she looked at me quizzically, "You're married, aren't you?" My head dropped a little. "How did you know?" She shook her head, "Oh, maybe because you actually seem like a nice guy and we've talked for a couple of hours without you asking me back to your room. But what I don't get is why? If you're down here trolling while you're away from the little wife, what's your hold up?"
I didn't know what to say. I was trying to figure out how I could explain without sounding like a pervert when my phone rang. I answered it and it was obvious I was talking to my wife. Liz rolled her eyes as if to say what a pathetic jerk. Donna was asking me how I did. I told her that I had done a lot better than I thought I would and Liz looked at me curiously. I squirmed uncomfortably on my barstool. My cock was throbbing uselessly because of all the sexual tension with the woman next to me, and the woman on my phone. Donna realized that I was still in the bar.
"Are you still in the bar?"
"Is she still sitting there?"
"Hand her the phone"
A flash of embarrassment went through me, "What?"
"Don't question me. Hand her the phone."
Liz looked at me as if I was crazy when I handed her the phone. Then I got to sit and wonder what was going on as I listened to only half of the conversation.
"Look. I had no idea he was married. He sort of forgot to mention it." Laced with sarcasm. "But if it makes you feel any better, he obviously isn't very used to picking up women in bars."
"You what?!" She listened intently for a moment or two.
"You're kidding." Laughing quietly now, shaking her head in amusement, then looking at me and shaking her head again.
"That's hilarious. But I have to tell you I'm a little pissed off. I'm glad you're having fun with it, but I just wasted two hours for nothing. Even if he was the cheating kind, he wouldn't do me much good!" Laughing again. I flushed crimson, realizing that she had to know about my predicament. "Oh, he is, is he? Really? Are you sure?" Glancing at me, then addressing me, "You're wife tells me that you give great head." Then laughing as I turned another couple of shades of red. Then she handed me back the phone.
Donna was obviously amused, "I hear that you aren't exactly accomplished at picking up girls. That's good. Now listen closely. I feel like I abused the wrong person here. She seems nice and we shouldn't have wasted her time. So what I want you to do now is service her as much as she wants, then go to bed. And since she couldn't have your dick if she wanted to, I want you to do whatever she asks. Call me when you're done!" She hung up before I could ask if she was sure.
I put my phone up and stuttered as I tried to tell Liz what Donna had said. She held up her hand, "Ssshh. She told me. Now lets get back to my room. I'm horny as hell now." Now that she knew my predicament, she had dropped all pretense of trying to impress me. In a weird way, it was sort of refreshing.
It turned out that Liz's room was just on the other end of the same floor as mine. Once inside I stood nervously, not knowing what to do. I had never had any kind of sex with anyone other than Donna since we'd been married.
Liz, however, was not impaired by the same situation. "I have got to see this. Strip."
I slowly removed my clothes. As I lowered my briefs, my imprisoned cock came into view. A long drop of precum dropped from the tip of my cage onto my pants and "Mr. Happy" throbbed uselessly.
"Oh, this is just too funny. You can't get hard at all can you?" Overwhelmed, all I could do was shake my head timidly. All of my self-confidence was gone. It was a strange feeling.
"I think I'm gonna like this. I don't have to worry about you at all, do I? You couldn't cum even if I wanted to take care of you, could you?" Again, I just shook my head.
She was obviously thrilled by the situation, but she wasn't a bitch, "Do you want to take care of me? I don't want you to do it if you don't want to."
"I, I, ah, aw hell. I love going down on women. I could do it for hours. I would love to."
She needed no more encouragement, quickly disrobing and pulling me to her on the bed. "I wasn't sure if any men liked to do that, or if they just did it to get us to go down on them." She kissed me and then pushed my head downward towards her crotch. She was a natural redhead!
It was strange going down on another woman. Even though Donna had told me to, there was that "naughty" feeling. But I quickly got into it as Liz began to respond. It was obvious that she had never had head from someone who really wanted to give it to her. I gently, tenderly caressed her nether lips with mine, nibbling, then sucking, then bathing her flesh with my tongue. When I began to dance my tongue around her clit she went crazy, bucking wildly as she came violently.
As she calmed, she said thank you. It was obvious she really meant it, that she hadn't experienced it quite like that before. When I continued to caress her thighs and then her tender sex again, bringing her back up, it was apparent that she was surprised, "Oh, God. Again?" And then, "Oh Fuck. Oh, yes!" I lost myself in my labor; my cock straining painfully against it's tormenting restraint.
After I had taken her over the top for the sixth time, her thighs locked about my head as she cried out in her most intense orgasm. I let her come down off of her high and began again, but this time she pushed me away gently, "I can't. I can't take anymore right now."
I lay my head on the bed next to her lovely butt. Eventually she sat up and looked at my straining cock. She smiled wickedly, "You know, life's not really fair at all. A guy who wouldn't care if I even came would want me to go down on him. And here is a guy who is completely selfless, one that I would love to have pounding into me, and I have to leave you tormented and wanting." She reached down and handled the cage, "Still, if you can live with the consequences, we could cut this off and I could give you the fucking of your life."
I actually thought about it for a minute. Then I shook my head no; "I want to fuck you so bad it hurts, but no. I got myself into this and I want to stick with it."
"Oh, well then. Thank you for taking care of me. Hand me your phone."
She hit the dial back function. "Donna? I just wanted to say thank you, that was incredible. Is he always that willing, or is it just because he is locked up?" After a pause, "You lucky bitch!" Laughter, then, "Thanks again!"
"Oh, yeah. Have you never seen it? This is his first day? Oh, I do feel privileged."
"You wouldn't believe it. I've never seen one that purple before! It's hard not to feel sorry for him. But on the other hand, its kinda like being able to get back at all the bastards through him!"
"Oh, it's on the same floor, all the way at the other end, though."
"Oh, shit. Are you sure?!"
"Ok!" Laughing, she handed me back the phone. I said hello, but Donna had already hung up. I looked at Liz quizzically.
"She says for me to give your room key to you, but not your clothes." She handed me the door card, and threw my clothes onto the bed next to her. Then she curled up under the covers, "Ok, loverboy. Get out."
As I ran back to my room, my tortured cock flapping painfully, praying that nobody would see me, I was actually thinking happy thoughts. Donna had always told me that I was incredibly good at cunnilingus, but I had always wondered if she was just trying to stroke my fragile male ego, as all women know how to do. Liz had no reason to lie! If I had been lousy, she would have just told me so! As usual, the door card did not work for me the first three times I tried to open the door. I looked down the hall just in time to see an older woman looking in shock at my bare buttocks disappearing into my room.
As I leaned against the inside of the door, catching my breath, I wondered what in the hell I had gotten myself into. If I only knew the limits of my loving wife's imagination, or should I say the lack thereof. The adventure had only just begun.
I took a cold shower in an attempt to quell my erection, but it was in vain. I tried to be good, but could not help trying to get to my cock as I lay in bed. I could neither remove the tube nor cause any significant sensations. A seemingly steady stream of pre-cum seeped from my poor manhood. I watched the news for awhile, trying to get my mind off of my "problem". Finally after awhile I drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened several times throughout the night by nocturnal erections.
I was awakened the next morning by a phone call from Donna. She asked me teasingly if I had slept well. I returned a strained laugh and said that it hadn't been a "hard" sleep. I relayed to her the difficulties I'd had getting into the room and my attempt at gaining some relief through a shower. She asked a number of questions, obviously intrigued at my torment and how I was reacting to it. Donna told me that I should think of her often today. I replied that it would not be problem. She told me that she was so horny she couldn't stand it. She explained to me that she had taken the day off and that Terry was coming over.
"Are you ok with that?"
"Do you mean am I jealous, or can I handle it because I can't cum?"
She hesitated for a moment, "I mean that I've never done this without you here. I have to make sure you can handle it."
I paused for a moment this time, "Look. It is going to drive me absolutely nuts. I will be jealous and I wish I were there, making love to you. But I also love the torment. I am not going to be upset with you. I just have to make sure that I am not going to lose you because I'm not taking care of you." She was quick to explain that I wasn't going to lose her. Terry was just to keep her sated, because she wasn't supposed to be teased and being without me while knowing I was caged was driving her nuts. "You know how I used to page you whenever I came when you were at work, when I masturbated?"
"Of course I remember."
"Well, while you are gone, I'm going to be cumming too much to do that. So each time you get the 10-98 page, it will mean that Terry got to cum inside me!"'
"Oh, shit. You are vicious. I love it!"
I got at least a dozen pages that day. And if that wasn't bad enough, when I got to my seminar, I discovered that Liz was at the hotel for the same event. She was an attorney from another major city, albeit one several hundred miles from my city. Worse, it seemed like every time that I looked her way she was leaning over talking to another woman, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. This was going be a very, very long week.
As we broke for lunch that day Liz strode over to my table and, with that same mischievous smile, asked if I wanted to go to lunch with her and her friends. I tried to excuse myself politely, but she wouldn't have it. She insisted. So for the next hour to hour and a half I got to be teased by half a dozen women. I was terrified that I would leave a stain of precum on my trousers as my cock throbbed uncontrollably. I was going nuts and the ladies were obviously enjoying it. Liz began telling the others about her "best lover" story, going into great detail about what they had done together and describing with great zeal how huge his manhood had been. At first she ignored me, and the others picked up on her evil idea. Each of them shared stories about their love lives as if I wasn't there, although I could tell they were taking great pleasure in watching me continuously shifting in my seat. Squirming not just because I was attempting to gain some comfort for my own manhood, but also because I was very uncomfortable listening to their racy talk. Finally one of the ladies, a brunette from Dallas, bumped the tease up a notch. In her heavy southern drawl she asked, "So, Bryan, is it true men hate to go down on women? I've never had one that really seemed to get into it."
"I, uh, ah, well.." I blushed crimson, as Liz couldn't prevent herself from giggling. "Come on, Bryan. We're all friends here, fess up."
Although I tried to look off into the distance and not make eye contact, I could tell from my peripheral vision that they were all looking at me with amused expressions.
"I, um, ah hell. I love going down on women. I love the feel of their sex on my face. I could go down on women for hours. I love to feel them when they have orgasms."
To my surprise the conversation took on a more serious tone. A blonde from somewhere in Indiana spoke, "I can't take more than one orgasm that way. It must drive you nuts then."
I still couldn't bring myself to look directly at them, but I answered quietly, "Then you just haven't had someone love you that way that really was into it. Sure you're sensitive after an orgasm. But if the guy is gentle with you and lets you come down a little bit first, you can handle…." I hesitated for a moment; "I've given my wife as many as six or seven orgasms that way before."
I was ready to run. It was bad enough baring my secrets to these strange women without being told I was a liar. Then Liz spoke up, "No, dear, its not B. S. He gave me five just last night!"
Now I got more looks. Ranging from surprised to amused. And I got a little "turnabout is fair play" as I saw at least a couple of the ladies squirming in their seats.
A mildly heavyset woman in her thirties from Boston asked, "That could take over an hour. Don't you like to, you know…"
"Of course I do. But I feel a little differently about it, even when I'm not locked up." They all looked at Liz with ‘I swear we didn't tell looks'. It was my turn to laugh; "I saw you all talking. Anyway, even with normal sexual relations, I know that I will get mine. Us guys get there easily. And I love the watching and feeling women cum. It is so satisfying."
One of them asked me how I could stand to be locked up.
"Well, that part of it I guess you could call a perversion. I love to be teased and tormented. And to give up control. I mean, don't get me wrong. It drives me absolutely crazy. It makes me want sex a thousand times more when I'm locked up."
"Does it hurt?"
"Sometimes it does. The constant pressure can drive me mad sometimes. I know I'm weird, but I love it. You know how foreplay is as important as the act itself? The build up that you experience?" There were several nods with knowing looks and a couple of sarcastic looks with comments like, "If you say so", or "I wouldn't know."
It was difficult for me to talk about this, and I hesitated a little before continuing, "Well, the entire time I'm locked up, not being able to cum, is like that. I'm on a constant sexual high. Its not that I don't want sex at all—I want it so badly it hurts, but the constant sexual tension is beyond description."
The women all looked at me intently, waiting to hear if I had anything else to say.
"This is new to me, as I'm sure Liz has told you. And I discovered a definite drawback today." I paused, shook my head in a "never mind" gesture and blushed.
Audra, a rather well endowed girl from Tuscon, looked at me sympathetically, "Come on, its ok. We want to hear it. Its not everyday we get to hear what a man really thinks."
I worked up my courage and finally continued.
"I know you'll think I'm a pig, but hear me out please. We men always notice women, we are very visually oriented…"
I got several "no kidding" looks.
"But I am so wound up, I doubt if I actually took in a tenth of what was said today in the seminar. But my senses are definitely heightened. I gestured toward the blonde from Indiana, "I noticed that you twirl that beautiful hair habitually, and it is very sexy." I looked at the advocate from Dallas, "And Mary, every time I hear your southern accent it makes me throb, it is so hot." I looked downwards for a moment, then looked at a woman from Denver, "That mini skirt you're wearing has been driving me nuts. Every time you cross your legs I can see the muscles in your thighs and picture them wrapped around me. And of course I can't look at Liz without it bringing her scent and taste to mind."
Several of them looked from me to Liz with an envious look in their eyes. It made me feel so good to know they all wanted what I had been able to give her.
Our lunch arrived so the conversation stopped for a little while. Then it turned back to business issues for a few minutes.
After we'd all finished eating, Liz looked at me with a gleam in her eye. I thought "uh-oh", apprehensive about what was about to happen next.
She feigned sweetness as she asked if she could borrow my cellular phone. Against my better judgement I handed it over. She hit the dial back button and waited.
"Hi, Donna? This is Liz. Oh, well it turns out that Bryan and I are attending the same seminar! Yeah, it is isn't it?" She listened for a moment, got a mischievous look on her face, then continued, "Well, we are having lunch at the moment. And well, I have to admit, I was so taken with your husband's talents last night, I couldn't keep it to myself. I've got about a dozen very jealous ladies sitting with me right now. And they are all very amused about our male associate's predicament." She laughed for a bit, and it was obvious that Donna was doing the same from the other side of the conversation. I couldn't help but think that at this point women from all over the country that I may have to deal with in the future know about my particular "kink" now. Not exactly what I'd had in mind when I ordered my little torture device.
"So anyway, I was wondering just how liberal you might be willing to be with the use of his services?" I about fell out of my chair. Oh, shit!
There was a pause as Liz listened to Donna.
"Oh, of course not. I'll make sure they all know that he is not allowed to cum. I gotta tell you, after I told them about last night, it's his magic tongue they are interested in anyway!" She listened again, then looked at me as if I'd just been sentenced to a horrible fate, "Aww, are you sure you want us to do that? Well, ok, I'm sure we'll all enjoy it! It's just that he is such a nice guy. But we can pretend he's one of the assholes we've all had to deal with before, and I'm sure we'll do fine. Hold on a sec, ok?"
She covered the phone and addressed the other ladies, whose attention she had certainly secured, "Bryan's wife has graciously agreed to allow all of us to use him as much as we want during our stay, isn't that great?!" They all looked at their new toy, who was currently crimson. Then they looked back at Liz, "The only rules are that we can't leave any marks where they can be seen above his clothing; we can't make his circumstances common knowledge; and we have to tease and torment him as much as possible." She listened to the phone for a moment and added, "She says that we should whip him daily, or any time we need to vent our frustrations. We can do anything we want to do to or with him; he just can't be allowed to cum."
She listened for a moment, then handed me the phone. "She wants to talk to you. Boy are you going to have a rough week!"
I took the phone and put it up to my ear. If it was possible, I turned even redder as I realized that Liz had managed to conceal the fact that Donna was getting fucked as they talked. Liz saw the look on my face and laughed uproariously. She then motioned them all to lean closer to her as she explained while I talked on the phone. There were more laughs and a couple of "Oh my Gods". Donna's breathing was ragged and she spoke haltingly, "Are you there?"
"Oh, God this is so fucking hot. I want you to make me proud, ugh, ugh, oh fuck…." There was a pause as she apparently reached a lengthy climax. I shifted in my chair as my cock tried to expand in vain.
She made a mewling sound, and spoke again between pants, "In case you are wondering, Terry is laying on our bed and I am straddling him, riding his cock, ugh, umm, ohh……he wants you to know that he appreciates your little perversion. Its made me so hot that he has gotten laid repeatedly since you've been gone, oh, oh, fuck yes…" I could tell she was pounding onto his cock relentlessly as she had ridden me so often in the past. Then she slowed down for a moment, grinding herself onto his cock so she could talk, "I have told Liz that you are to do anything they ask. It turns me on to think of you giving all of those women the orgasms you are so good at giving, and not getting anything for yourself! Don't you wish it were you that I was riding? Are you suffering, lover?"
I hesitated. Did she want to hear that I couldn't take this anymore? Did she want an excuse to stop the games? Or was she really enjoying my torment? I finally decided that I should just tell her the truth and whatever happened, happened.
"Yes on both counts, ma'am. I really wish it were me. I'm going nuts."
"Good! Do you still have that earpiece for your cel phone? Great. Put in on, since we have free long distance, you can listen to Terry getting what you can't have while you go about your business! I'm going to put the phone on the bed. I'll just hang up when I'm done teasing you. Bye, now!" I attached the earpiece to the phone and the phone to my belt. So for the next hour, whether I was talking to the ladies or some male contemporaries, or sitting in class, I was listening to the erotic sounds of my wife and one of best friends fucking wildly. Every once and awhile one of them would tell me what sexual position they were in, laughing at my torment. Donna is very vocal during sex and I listened to her experience numerous orgasms. I listened to Terry going down on her and her swallowing his sizable cock as only she can. And at least twice I had to listen to Terry groaning and moaning, "Oh, fuck" as he came inside my wife. I could envision his cock buried balls deep in her sex as he exploded into her. I had to go to the bathroom and wrap tissue around my cock cage; terrified that the copious amounts of precum my tortured cock was constantly dripping would stain my trousers.
The ladies in the class didn't help any either. They positioned themselves around my seat as if securing their property. And now that I had made the mistake of sharing with them how in tune I was to every sensuous movement they made, they made those moves often. And they each seemed to revel in sharing knowing glances with me. I can't possibly convey to you how long that afternoon was.
Finally, after screaming through a remarkably intense orgasm (the ladies around me in class looked over because they heard it) Donna disconnected the phone without comment or ceremony, leaving me to wonder if they had finished or not. I put my phone away, almost thankful. I didn't think I could take much more.
I actually managed to focus on the subject matter in the class for the last couple of hours. Sort of. The ladies were having a great deal of fun at my expense.
It dawned on me that each of these women planned to make use of me. It was an incredible ego boost, and at the same time disconcerting. How was I going to manage them? Or was I just being silly? I decided that I was. I would probably end up sitting in my room alone watching TV. They were just pulling my chain. I don't think I'm that special.
Liz was sitting at the same table I was sitting at, about three ladies to my left. The seminar was to end at five. At about four-thirty I noticed that the ladies were passing a note to me which Liz had written. I opened it and read.
I had to dart past everyone to get back to my room. As I rounded the corner towards the elevators after leaving the lobby, I glanced back to see Liz motioning for all the ladies to come over to her, then talking to them quietly.
I took my clothes off, thankful to be able to relax. The tissue and my underwear were soaked with precum. I couldn't believe that I could produce that much without cumming. My cock was as hard as it could get, straining against the clear plastic of the CB 3000. My balls were swollen, filled to capacity with no hope for relief. I enjoyed the shower, letting the water cascade over my body, trying to take my mind off of my penis. I toweled off and picked up the room since I expected company. Finally I seated myself by the window and waited. My imagination began to work overtime. The key card was in the reader outside. Anybody could come in. What if a thief decided to make use of the opportunity? Or what if security saw it and came in to tell me about it? Or another member of the hotel staff? Which of the women would come in first? Would any of them? Or was this just a joke they were playing on me? Did any of them have friends with my company; and would they make a phone call to "out" me?
At six-thirty-five the door opened. I couldn't see it from where I sat, so the apprehension and tension went up markedly. I asked myself what kind of freak I was as my cock attempted to rise also. Liz walked into my view. Since she had already seen my chastity tube, I stood, as a gentleman should. She laughed gently, impressed by my southern courtesy. She motioned for me to sit, then sat on the bed near me, reaching out to take my hand.
"So, how are you doing?"
I relaxed a little bit. I explained that I still had apprehensions about them thinking I was just a disgusting pervert. That I had been trying to figure out if this was all a realization of my wildest fantasies or if they were all playing a big joke on the pathetic sicko.
"If you are a pervert, then so are we. I've spoken with the other girls. They all want to find out what you can do with that tongue of yours. I hope you meant what you said about being able to go down on women for hours, cause you are going to be one busy little boy. I think you can depend on them to be discreet. All but a couple of them have husbands or boyfriends."
She stood and moved behind me, massaging my shoulders and caressing my back as she continued, "We're going to let each other know when we are done with you, so that everybody isn't here at once. And that way the rest of us can be going and doing other things too. I've already got to use you, so we all decided that I would go last. I just came over to tell you what was going on. We also decided that your curfew is two in the morning, so that you can get enough sleep to go to classes." She couldn't help herself. She reached down and lifted my caged member, studying it as she spoke to me softly, "So, do you still like being chaste? I don't think he does."
I put my arm around her. "I know its weird, because I am fighting the temptation to throw you on the bed and fuck you for all I'm worth, even though I know I can't. I want to cum so bad I can't stand it. But at the same time I'm loving every minute of this."
She mussed my hair playfully. Then she silently stood and walked from the room. I heard the door open and heard her laugh, then heard her say, "Have fun!" I guess the first of the ladies had been waiting outside. My heart rate seemed to double. I felt as if my temperature went up five degrees in a second.
Mary walked in and stopped as soon as I came into her view. We looked at each other momentarily taking each other in. Her southern drawl was barely detectable as she softly said, "Stand up." I stood, causing my imprisoned cock to become visible to her. I waited to see if she was going to double over in laughter or run from the room. She did laugh, but it was a gentle, amused chuckle that was obviously not malicious. There was a gleam in her eyes as she told me to come to her. Then she told me to turn around. When I did so she made my cock throb as her Texas accent proclaimed, "Nice ass." Then she reached out and caressed by butt. Donna had always told me that my ass was what first made her notice me and commented often on how much she liked it. So now something else had been reaffirmed.
Mary turned me around and held me close, then kissed me. I returned the kiss with fervor, caressing her bare arms as I did so. She commented that I was a good kisser, then backed up a step and took hold of my caged manhood, examining it. She turned it this way and that curiously, then dropped it and began to remove her clothing. She had a beautiful body and I told her so.
After she had removed all of her clothing she asked, "Ok, you're supposed to be the expert. So what do we do now?"
I gently lay her down on the bed on her back, placing a pillow beneath her head and another beneath her buttocks. I forced myself to concentrate on her, trying to ignore the incessant call to arms from my groin. "What I do now is worship your beautiful body. What you do now is relax and focus only on yourself and your sensations. The only other thing for you to do is tell me when you want more of something or when something is right.."
With that I leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips, caressing her lips with mine, slowly fucking her mouth with my tongue. She moaned and returned my passion in her kiss and her caresses. I moved to her neck and shoulders, taking my time. Then I moved to her breasts as I caressed her arms and sides with my fingers lightly. I kissed, sucked and tongued her breasts, teasing her nipples but not neglecting the tender flesh surrounding them. I worked my way slowly down her abdomen until I reached her nether regions. I found that she was shaved, which I love. A bare pussy is a thrill because of the way it feels on my lips and because it lays the flesh open to more sensations from my ministrations. I could feel her tense up a little bit. I don't know why so many women are self conscious about their sex, feeling as if it should repulse their lover. Are there that many men out there that do feel that way? I caressed her thighs with my fingertips as I told her how beautiful her sex was, and how her scent was so sweet. It worked. She relaxed, and moved her hands down to entwine her fingers in my hair. I softly caressed her mons with my tongue, then covered it with my mouth and caressed it with my lips. I parted her lips with my tongue, then buried my face within them. Oh, my God I love this!
Her moans made her pleasure obvious as I fucked her with my tongue, then I bathed her with it until I found her clit. I gently massaged her clit and she bucked up against me. It was time to dart my tongue across and back and forth, alternating my movements until she grasped my hair and literally screamed through the intensity of her orgasm. I covered her entire sex with my mouth and let her fuck my face until she had worked through it. Then I tenderly made love to her thighs, ass and nether lips until she again pushed against my face. She was ready for another so I again began my loving assault on her clit.
After her second orgasm I guess Mary had enough focus that she decided it was time to tease me while I went about my task. She obviously recalled what I had said about her Texas accent. As worked her through several more orgasms she talked dirty to me in that southern drawl, telling me to fuck her with my tongue, letting me know how much she loved my ministrations. Already aroused beyond reason by going down on her, I thought her voice was going to make my cock burst right out of its cage.
I got her back, though! I had some other tricks up my sleeve, so to speak. As she was bucking through one of her climaxes, I suddenly grasped her buttocks and stabbed my tongue into her little brown hole. Then added sensations sent her into frenzy and she practically leapt of the bed as she screamed through what seemed like and endless orgasm. "Oh, God, Oh fuck, Oh, you fucking bastard! Yes, don't stop, fuck me, fuck me!!!!" It sounded so damned hot in her Texas tongue.
When Mary had finally had enough we cuddled for a few minutes. I caressed her to calm her down. We talked about our families and our careers, then; at length decided it was time to part. Mary said she knew the other girls were waiting for her to finish. She got dressed and left me with a tender kiss.
The next several hours were a blur. Several women came and went, and I happily serviced them all. I felt at once sorry for and happy for the girl from Indiana after our liaison was done. I remembered what she had said at lunch about not being able to have more than one orgasm and had detected her disdain for men's lack of attention to, uh, detail. I started her with a full body massage, telling her to relax and let me do everything, to let me worship her body as she focused only on herself. I had gone down on her as she lay on the end of the bed, with me kneeling between her legs. I made sure to tell her how beautiful she was and how honored I was to make love to her. Her sex was covered with a thick bush of pubic hair. It was truly beautiful, although I do prefer the shaved pubis because of how much more sensitive it is. She had a lot of tension built up, and I worked hard to make sure I released as much of it as I could. I was so happy and proud as I took her through her tenth shattering orgasm, her convulsions and cries inspiring me. When she gently pushed me away because she couldn't take any more, I knelt up in front of her on my knees. She sat up and pulled my face to her bosom and…cried. I held her as tightly as she held my face to her as her sobs wracked her body for several minutes. When she had calmed down she tilted my head up and looked into my eyes, saying thank you for what I have given her. For showing her that this type of loving really was out there. Then she kissed me tenderly and stood.
I never even got her name. To this day she is "Indiana" in my mind. After she left I lay on the bed for a few minutes, basking in the joy of having really affected someone on a level deeper than sex. My attempted erection had actually subsided for the first time all day. Not because she hadn't aroused me, but because my satisfaction from her was more emotional than sexual. Don't take this the wrong way. I'm not talking about love when I say she affected me emotionally. I love Donna. Its just that I felt I had changed her perspective on more that just sex and it was very rewarding.
I had a few minutes to recuperate after Indiana. Then several more women came in and I was thrilled to send them away satisfied. In one encounter two of them who were close friends actually came in together. They lay me on my back and alternated---one of them would ride my tongue while the other one sat astride my poor tormented cock—taking great pleasure in tormenting it even more. While one of their muscular bodies muffled my hearing I heard them say something about being sorry for punishing me so, but they were working off feelings about asshole boyfriends. After they were finished riding me they had me stand against the wall, facing it and placing my hands behind my head. I wondered what was going on until I first felt the sting of my own belt against my ass. They took turns lashing my buttocks with the belt with incredible force until they were both exhausted. Now it was my turn to cry. After they were done they dressed and left without a word.
Another notable experience was with Audra, the very well endowed Tuscon beauty. She told me to undress her. As I did so, I stared in amazement at her fantastic breasts. They were large, firm and perfectly shaped. And there was no silicone involved. When I unfastened her bra, they swung free and jiggled sexily. I knelt as I pulled down her jeans and her panties, coming face to face so to speak with her well-trimmed pubis. She was not shaved, but I could tell she paid attention to her sex. Her pubic hair formed a soft light brown downy covering over her nether lips.
Audra lay me down on my back on the bed. Then she asked if I had my handcuffs with me. I told her where to find them and she secured my wrists to the headboard, straddling my chest as she did so. I could smell her moistened cunt and my cock strained against its cage. She leaned down to kiss me, then placed her pendulous breasts to my waiting mouth. I kissed and sucked them ravenously, tonguing the silver dollar sized areola. She laughed, "You like those, don't you, little boy?" My only answer was a moan of pleasure. After a few moments Audra lifted herself up and turned around. I felt those incredible breasts mold themselves to my torso as she lowered her pussy to my lips. I began making love to her sex like a madman. I didn't think this could get any better, then she almost drove me insane. She began attending to my straining cock. At least as much as she could while it was imprisoned. The CB 3000 has a slit in the tip so the wearer can urinate, and then three vent holes on both the top and bottom for cleaning. She worked the cage in her mouth as if she were giving me a blowjob, then stuck her tongue in through the slits, and sucked and tended to my balls. Oh, man how I needed that attention! I worked as hard as I could to take her to orgasm after crashing orgasm to show my appreciation.
After she shuddered through her last climax, she let me make love to those fantastic breasts again, then kissed me. "I think I'll leave you cuffed up for the next girl. I'll put the key on the dresser." With that she dressed and left me with a smile.
I lay there waiting for the next girl to appear. Unbeknownst to Audra or to me, she had been the last one. So after awhile I drifted off to sleep, hoping housekeeping wouldn't be the ones to find me cuffed to my bed the next morning. I was exhausted, and slept well, at least when I was asleep. Numerous times during the night "Mr. Happy" woke me as he tried to escape in vain from his prison.
I was sleeping at eight a.m. when I heard the door opening. From where I was restrained I could not see the door. Not knowing who was going to be viewing me cuffed naked to the bed in a few seconds woke me up very quickly. Was it Liz? One of the other ladies? Or was I about to hear a maid scream as she found the pervert in the room she as about to clean? My heart rate raced, and at the same time my cock rose quickly to the limits of its entrapped tumescence. I heard the door close softly. A moment passed, then another. I heard what sounded like the rustling of clothing, perhaps being removed. At least that meant it wasn't a maid. But who was it?
Finally Mary appeared, walking into my view already nude, her huge nipples erect. I began to breathe easier, but it didn't last long. I thought my heart would stop altogether when a man stepped into the room behind her, nude except for his boxer shorts. I scared myself silly; trying to figure out how I could at once want to rip myself loose and run from the room while my cock throbbed in excitement inside its cage. I am not gay! Then it hit me. What turned me on WAS the uncertainty. Part of why I liked the chastity was the complete lack of control and the humiliation. Apparently Mary had figured this out, or at least had instincts to draw her to it. Or perhaps she simply was focused on herself and the affect it might have on me didn't enter into it.
I didn't think I could get any more excited. Wrong again. When Mary saw that my body was betraying me as my throbbing attempt at a hard on strained against the cage she began laughing at me with that Texas twang. I thought I was going to cum in spite of my condition. I sure as hell wanted to! Realizing what the humiliation was doing to me, Mary took the conscious tact of ignoring me. She began talking dirty to the other guy much as she had spoken to me the previous evening. She kissed him deeply, then worked her way down his chest and abdomen. Obviously she had never been with him before, because when she pulled his boxer shorts down she was as shocked as I was. The biggest cock I have ever seen sprang free, and it wasn't even hard yet. Mary cried out, "Oh, my Gawd, David, you didn't tell me about this!"
My eyes must've looked like saucers. A huge slab of meat hung down from his midsection, stretching almost to his knees and as thick as her arms! The head was bulbous and at least half again as thick as his cock. I was at the same time envious and terrified that she may intend to use me with that thing. Mary began kissing it and sucking on it like a sex crazed slut. He had incredible control. Finally, after a couple of minutes it began to rise and harden. Mary moaned in what sounded like passionate desperation until it reached its full capacity. Damnit! It was at least 12 inches long and looked like a bat. Mary lay on the bed at my feet and demanded, "Fuck me! I've got to feel you inside me!"
"David" finally spoke. He reached between her legs and fingered her sweet honey pot that I had so recently devoured. She bucked up against him, as he said, "Aren't you forgetting something? You had a plan, remember?"
Mary stretched her neck so that she could look at me. Moaning, "yeah, you're right. Help me, I've got to hurry!" With that she took the keys to the cuffs and released me, but not for long. She took one arm and David took the other. I did not resist, and soon found myself spread eagle, this time with my head at the foot of the bed, right at the edge. Mary had brought some rope, and my wrists were tied to the legs of the bed, ankles tied to the headboard.
Mary quickly lowered her sopping cunt to my face. She was turned facing the foot of the bed. I didn't have to be told what to do and soon she was rocking back and forth against my tongue. She cried out in her first orgasm within seconds and didn't even slow down. I looked upwards from her sweet pussy to see David fondling and sucking on those beautiful breasts, which hung above me, two tender yet firm globes. After a couple of minutes and another orgasm Mary lay down on top of me. My view now was of her ass and pussy, the V of her beautiful buttocks resting on my chin. Before I knew it that huge cock appeared in my view. It dropped heavily on to my face, but only for a second. He placed the huge head against her velvety pussy lips. How could he possibly fit that thing inside of her?! He teased her with it until she almost screamed, "Stop teasing me! Give it to me, now!"
He slowly began to push into her. I could smell her sweet scent as I stared in amazement. Within an inch of my face that monster was slowly disappearing into her cunt. Her nether lips enveloped it, sliding across it as it slid across my nose. I didn't think it would ever end! She bucked against him, cursing in that sexy accent as she pulled him to her, ignoring me. She began fucking back against him until the entire thing was buried to the hilt. Unfortunately for me this meant that his huge balls were now resting on my face, impairing my view of her. Once he had stretched her to her limits she came violently, crying out in ecstasy. Her juices ran down the crack of her ass and into my waiting mouth. I licked them up like a mad man, then began tonguing the globes of her ass, wanting to contribute in some way to her joy. I found myself inadvertently licking across the underside of those huge balls occasionally. I was beyond caring at this point.
Once Mary had come down from her tremendous orgasm David began to slowly saw his incredible piston in and out of her stretched love box. They settled into a rhythm. I watched in fascination as that cock, twice the length and girth of my tormented meat, slammed in and out of her while she met him stroke of stroke. I was humiliated beyond belief and at the same time I was in heaven. Alternately his huge balls would slap my face, and then the tender globes of her ass would envelop my mouth. I began darting my tongue out when I could, stabbing it into her little rose bud. I couldn't tell if I was having any affect on her at all, because she was thrashing about and sobbing in ecstasy from the vigorous fucking she was getting from David. I couldn't believe his staying power! He fucked her long and hard, slamming in and out of her violently for at least a half an hour. Each time she would cum she bore down on me, and dug her fingernails into my sides.
Finally David groaned and grunted as I watched his ball sack draw up tight. I knew what was "cumming" and so did Mary. She bore down on my face as he lodged himself as deeply into her as he could. He cried out, "Oh, fuck!" as he filled her with cum. I didn't think he would ever stop. Much to my surprise and to Mary's joy he began to stroke that huge slab of meat in and out of her again. He hadn't even lost his erection!
Mary said, "Wait", and pushed him off of her. My respite was short lived, however. She simply turned over so that she was now in a "69" with me. She sat up momentarily and I watched as all of their mixed cum dripped out of her. I was mortified, but also incredibly aroused. I opened my mouth, preferring it in my mouth than sliding down my face. This had been a fantasy of mine for years! I stared up at her moist, beautiful pussy as she hovered over me for a few moments, then suddenly she dropped her lovely sex down onto my face. She ground it back and forth, up and down. The overwhelming feeling of her tender lips meshing with my lips and tongue took my mind off of the cum filling my mouth. I tried to swallow their juices as quickly as I could, intent on getting my tongue to work on her, wanting to be involved in her pleasure somehow. I began dancing my tongue across her swollen clit even as their cum slid down it.
I was thrilled to hear Mary sigh and then moan in pleasure at my ministrations. She remained still for a few moments as I made love to her with my mouth. Then she leaned forward, laying flat across my chest and abdomen. She wrapped her arms around my thighs, digging her nails into my legs. I could feel her hot breath on the small portions of my cock that was exposed enough to feel it. My manhood throbbed desperately as I brought her to an intense orgasm. I continued my happy work, lost in her steaming sex. Suddenly that rock hard erection came into my view as David slowly pushed it into Mary. Suddenly his balls were slapping my face as he plunged into her. I couldn't decide whether I was more jealous of David because he was causing the joyous cries coming from Mary, or because HIS cock could get hard!
I could feel Mary's magnificent breasts pressed against my stomach, her thighs against the side of my face, her face against my leg. Once he had hit bottom, David seemed to mesh with Mary and stayed there. I could feel his hands massaging her breasts and felt his weight on her. I sensed that he was kissing her back and shoulders. It was if I wasn't even there, yet I was intimately involved. His throbbing cock was hard and buried in the beautiful pussy that I so happily made love to with my mouth, while my throbbing cock strained against its prison. I had gotten used to the feeling of manhood against the cage, but the frustration felt new each and every time. Which is one of the reasons I love it so.
I felt the weight above me increase and then suddenly decrease. The cock above me slid out of that beautiful female body slowly until the huge head rested against her lips. Unintentionally my tongue, which had been darting across her clit, passed across that head, my first taste of a cock, fleeting though it was. David slid in and out slowly several times and I could hear Mary groan, "Oh, God, yes. Do me, fuck me good." It seemed to take forever for that impossibly long piston to pass through my view each time. Then he began to gradually increase his pace until he was slamming it in almost violently, his balls slapping against my face and her sex each time.
Mary buried her face into my leg as she muffled her screams each time she rose through an orgasm. Her sopping pussy dripped her juices onto my face as I tried to keep on her clit, occasionally tonguing his cock as they moved above me. I lost count of her orgasms, loving the feel of her fingernails digging into my thighs each time she did so. For David's part, he appeared to have forgotten my presence altogether, repeatedly pounding that huge cock into Mary's tender cunt. I lost track of time, but I think that they kept this up for at least half an hour. Finally I noticed that his balls had drawn up close to his body. He grunted as he pushed all the way into her and stayed there. Then he kept pushing over and over as if he were trying to push his balls in too. Mary cried out passionately as his cum jetted into her body.
As if to rub in the fact that their minds were on each other, and that my presence was only secondary, David let his body fall heavily onto her back, placed his arms around her as they basked in the afterglow of their ecstasy. The musk of their conjoined bodies wafted into my nostrils driving me wild even more. Finally David pulled out slowly, letting his softening manhood plop onto my face. I was so humiliated as he laughed, and Mary laughed with him. Without him to "cork" her, a flood of their juices began to pour out of her into my mouth. Then she sat up, forcing me to work double time to take it all in and clean her up. They again forgot about me as they kissed and caressed each other. At least I thought I'd been completely forgotten until Mary shuddered and began rubbing her tender nether lips against my face, her orgasm coursing through her even as her other lips meshed with his.
When she had come down from the heights of her pleasure she got up off of the bed. She leaned down and kissed me, as sloppy as I was. "That was wonderful, thank you." And to my surprise, David put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Yeah, thanks. We'd a never done that if we didn't know you wanted it. And it was fuckin' great!" I truly was surprised. I figured David had lost all respect for me. They worked together to release me, then invited me to take a shower with them. They both commented on my tortured cock as Mary soaped both of us men up, and then David and I shared the task of washing her. "Mr. Happy" never stopped throbbing, and precum dripped continuously from his prison. "Mr. Big", as Mary called David's member, grew as we showered to his impressive dimensions. Mary leaned against me for support, kissing me while David fucked her from behind until they both came again. Damnit, I needed to cum! My entire body was tensed and focused upon that one unattainable goal.
After our shower my odyssey was finally over. The three of us got dressed and went about our business. The ladies all picked on me mercilessly of course. David on the other hand talked to me often as if we were best buddies, never saying anything at all about the threesome we shared with Mary. By the time we were to leave for our respective homes, I was half-crazy with lust. In a strange relationship, the girls teased me to constant distraction, but also helped me get through the classes because they knew all too well my "condition". When the classes had all ended we each exchanged business cards and promised to stay in touch. Usually these are empty promises, but I had a feeling they weren't this time. Especially when I told David that my wife would probably love to meet "Mr. Big" in person.
I couldn't wait to get home to share my experiences with Donna. I had a feeling that once she found out about them that I would find that my adventures had just begun. When she met me at the airport I discovered that I was right.
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