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I Lost the Poker Game Ch. 02

By: belted and teased



Any feedback is greatly appreciated. It encourages an author to continue writing, and helps frame future segments, which this story will have. This story is about a male who comes to realize his submissive dreams, about his humiliation, and dominant women. If these fantasies are not your thing, then don't waste your time, simply move on. Leave this one for those of us who do like to be dominated, or to dominate. For those of us who long to realize these dreams.

*

I watched as Maria and Monica stood, and then walked together into the living room of Miranda's house. I sat heavily down into my chair, looking down at my caged manhood. "Manhood". Ha! I felt so worthless. 

I noticed that there was a couch against the back wall of the den where our poker game and my big mouth had changed my life in the matter of an hour. I stood and stumbled to the couch, plopping myself down onto it and curling up in a fetal position. I closed my eyes. I just wanted to disappear, to hide my shame and prepare myself for losing my Maria. I know, she had told me she wouldn't leave me. But she hasn't yet experienced what one of those huge dicks could do for her. This was so strange. I had kept my fantasies of being dominated, humiliated, and yes, even chastised to myself since I was a kid. And now, completely unexpected, they had all come to pass in a single night. And now that they had, I was filled with feelings that I could not yet reconcile. I had thought I was a man until an hour ago. Now everything I thought about myself was in question. 

I squinted my eyes closed more tightly, fighting back tears. Another unaccustomed thing for me, and then I shook my head. What the hell is wrong with me? In spite of all this, my penis was straining desperately against it plastic prison. I was incredibly aroused by what was happening to me.

I heard sighs; moans and cries coming from the other room and the patio as the others were making love to each other. Realizing that I would be of no use there, that none of them would want me, I curled up more tightly. I would just stay here until Maria was ready to leave, or until she told me to get the hell out.

I felt fingers gently running through my hair, trying to reassure me. I didn't open my eyes, I was too embarrassed, "Thank you, but you don't have to waste your time on me. Just go away. Please, just leave me alone."

Then I heard Monica's southern accent, "I know this is confusing to you, but I also know that this is who you are. And I think you do too." Her ebony hand slid down my arms and my side, the caress sending electricity through me, "If you hide here, you'll never know. If you hide in here, you may lose her. But if you take your place with her, you may not. Your place just isn't what you thought it would be honey." 

She tugged at my cage and pulled on my testicles to make them more comfortable in the grasp of the CB-3000. She obviously was well acquainted with it. She stood and I finally opened my eyes. I looked up at her pleadingly, not knowing what to do. She took a few steps toward the living room, and I couldn't help but look longingly at her lovely, shapely ass. She turned and regarded me. I guess our soulful talk was over and it was time to just take command. She pointed to her right side as she looked at me and simply said, "Now, boy."

I stood and moved to her side. She took me by the arm and led me into the other room and to my future.

The living room was expansive, and included some very nice furniture and other accommodations. As I said earlier, Miranda was quite successful and could afford to spoil herself. The French doors that led to the deck, pool and hot tub were standing open, as it was a very pleasant evening out. Monica put her arm around me and held me to her while I tried to take in the goings on.

On a love seat to my left James was sitting completely nude. Straddling him and facing away from me was Miranda, riding his huge black cock with abandon. She would alternate between pounding violently down onto his midsection and gyrating rhythmically. He taut, silicone filled breasts hung directly in James' face, and he was taking advantage of that. She was definitely going to have some bruising on them in the morning, but she certainly didn't care right now. She would moan long and low when gyrating, then practically scream in ecstasy when she was slamming herself onto his cock. I couldn't help but stare in awe. If I were lucky enough to have Miranda riding me like that, I would be beside myself with lust and have to concentrate on not losing it before I wanted to. But James sat calmly while she worked him, his breathing steady and his rippling muscles barely working. Don't get me wrong, he was obviously enjoying her attentions, suckling on her incredible erect nipples and sucking hard on her breasts. But his orgasm was certainly a long way off. She could ride as long and hard as she wanted. 

In the position she was in I could see her plush box was stretched to the breaking point around an ebony erection that seemed as big around as a 20 ounce pop bottle. Surely not. But damn! Their combined juices had created a froth that dripped down over his huge balls.

To the right was a bar that had four bar stools positioned in front of it. Little mousy Marcia was laying down on her back across three of the barstools. Between her legs was Miranda's boyfriend Jerry, gently sawing his manhood in and out of her tight shaved pussy. She was moaning with pleasure and he was caressing her thighs and legs, which were propped up on his shoulders. 

I couldn't see my wife, but I could sure as hell hear her. Her cries of passion were wafting through the doors from the pool area. I turned to look at Monica, not knowing what to do now. She gently squeezed my shoulder, "Since Maria is, ah, inexperienced, I suggested that she start out with the smallest penis and work her way up." She paused for a moment, seeing the look in my eyes, "I'm sorry honey, the smallest big penis. I mean, other than yours, well, you know." 

I tried to turn and go back into the den to hide, but Monica wouldn't let me. She held onto my shoulders and forced me to walk outside onto the deck. It occurred to me that she was like one of the ghosts in The Christmas Story, guiding me through scenes I didn't necessarily want to see.

As I beheld the scene before me I had to wonder if this wasn't my punishment for my lustful thoughts earlier, wanting to see and to play with Miranda's "new toys". My Maria, my beautiful soulmate who had been faithful and loving only an hour ago, was monogamous no more.

She stood in the hot tub, which was recessed into the deck. Facing where Monica and myself now stood, she was oblivious to our presence. Bent over at the waist she rested her elbows on the deck, her full, natural breasts that I so adored were pressed into and conformed to the surface of the deck. Her hair, thoroughly soaked, cascaded over her shoulders. Behind her stood Scott, holding onto my wife's hips and repeatedly slamming his long, thick cock into her tender sex that I knew so well. 

Maria's eyes were closed in ecstasy, and the mouth I loved to kiss was open to express the same, over and over again. 

"Oooooohhhh Gaaawwwwwwwddddd! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuucccckkkk!!!! YEEESSSSS!!!! Ugh, ungh..ungh..ungh..harder! YES!" A series of whimpers escaped her, then, "Oh my, oh my, thank you..thank you..thank you! I....I....I never...never...NEVER. So fucking big! YEEEESSSSSS!"

Overwhelmed, she seemed to choke, coughing for a moment and Scott slowed, afraid that he had hurt her. "NO!" She gurgled and sputtered, "No, DON'T STOP! Never fucking stop fucking me! Fuck me please!"

I couldn't help it. My knees buckled and I crumpled to the deck in a heap. I knew I had lost her, that she would never, ever want me again. I was confused. I felt as if my heart would burst from the sense of loss, yet at the same time my fucking pathetic dick was seeping precum uncontrollably and trying to burst through its cage. What the fuck?! I stared down at the deck as the sounds of my wife's newfound passion filled my ears.

Monica sat down next to me. She gently pulled me to her sumptuous breasts, guiding me and encouraging me to suckle there. I did so; taking her large nipple into my mouth and massaging it with my lips, sucking on it like a feeding baby. After a few moments, she turned so that I was forced to continue watching my wife being driven to distraction by Scott's huge cock. "You have to experience this, honey. You have to learn your place if you want to keep her." I thought she was insane. Wasn't it obvious that I already HAD lost her?! "What could she possibly see in me or want from me now?"

Monica gently played with my nipples, as she spoke, which I thought, was awfully weird, but it seemed to calm me, "Oh, honey. I saw you two earlier, before all this started. She's a woman, Sean. She needs so much more from you than just sex, and you can still give her that. I won't lie to you, baby. She will never be satisfied with just your little dickie again, that is true. But if she loves you, and if you can accept your place with her, then you can keep her."

"So what will that be? I mean, sexually?"

"Be patient darling, and I will show you some of it tonight. For right now, try to be happy for her. Look at her. If you love her, and I know you do, you wouldn't want to deprive her of that, now would you?"

I did. I looked at my Maria in a different light, thinking of her, not of myself. Wow, she was so incredibly beautiful with her face and body flushed with passion, her breasts swelling as orgasms coursed through her again and again. Monica was right. How could I deny her this?

My attention was diverted momentarily as Monica gently grasped my right hand and guided it to her sex, which I discovered was sopping with her juices, "Sorry dear, but all this lovin' has got me worked up too. Would you mind, while we watch?"

I kept watching my wife, listening to her cries as my fingers felt their way into Monica's hot lips. She leaned back a little so that I could insert a couple of fingers into her. I found her g-spot and firmly massaged it, which drew a satisfied moan from her thick lips. My spirits rose a bit with that. After awhile I removed my fingers and found her clit, toying with it and then rubbing it with my fingertips, gently then firmly and back again. She held me tight and rocked back and forth, sighing softly as my ministrations took her closer to release.

Maria had cried out through at least three orgasms just since Monica and I had walked onto the patio. I watched as Scott began to groan, signaling that his own orgasm was approaching. Maria heard it, and I'm sure that she felt it too, as his cock had to swell, his testicles pulling up tight. She began to egg him on, "Oh yeah baby, do it. Give it to me, give me your cum! Ungh, oh yeah....I'm cumming again! Cum with me, do it!" 

Maria finally opened her eyes, and couldn't help but notice me, cradled in Monica's arms. I don't know if she could tell that I was working Monica's sex while I watched her and Scott. When she registered that I had seen and heard everything that had just happened she had a pained expression on her face. She was worried about me. 

But just then Scott cried out, "AAAAUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!", and slammed hard into her, staying there. As his hot ejaculate filled her up inside she lost track of me and cried out in ecstasy herself, her body shuddering violently through a final orgasm provided by Scott's huge cock.

The intensity of the scene in front of me caused me to subconsciously increase my ministrations to Monica's swollen clit. She pulled me tightly to her bosom, moaning and shaking through her own orgasm. My poor cock strained helplessly. Everybody was shaking with his or her orgasms except me; I was just shaking with unbridled emotion and frustration. 

After a couple of minutes everyone had calmed down, except for me. I'd had no release; nothing to expend all of the sexual tension built up within me, or the conflicting emotions I was experiencing. Monica held me, knowing what was happening as I trembled uncontrollably, unable to speak, burying my face into her chocolate breasts to hide.

Time passed and I heard Maria's voice, quite near. She had gotten out of the hot tub and was now kneeling next to us. She was almost crying as she touched my shoulder, "Are you alright? Honey? Honey, please look at me..." I couldn't. Not because I didn't want to, but because I had lost any semblance of control. All I could do was burrow into the safely of Monica's breasts and tremble. I couldn't speak. 

Monica gently ran her fingers through my hair; "He'll be O.K., Maria. This is a lot for a new cuckold to take in all at once. He has to know you still love him."

"Of course I still love him! I'm sorry baby, I won't ever do it again, I can't hurt you like this.."

Hearing all of this I shook even more. Certain words stuck in my mind and increased my confusion, "cuckold", "love", interspersed with "give me your cum!"

The hand that Monica had been using to calm me moved down and covered Maria's hand on my shoulder. "Maria. Maria, look at me. I know you love him, but don't make promises you can't keep. If you do that, you will destroy what you are trying to save. You have to trust me, honey."

I heard Maria ask what she was supposed to do. Monica's reply sent more confused shudders through me, "You have to build your relationship anew. He needs to know that he still has a place with you, that he can still give you pleasure. Are you ready to do that?"

"Of course."

Maria gently forced my face away from her bosom, but had to increase the pressure as I resisted. She leaned back away from and I stared into her beautiful Nubian features for guidance, still trembling. 

"Sean, I want you to lay on your back. You can rest your head in my lap, but do as I say...now." I shook as I followed her orders. I felt the warmth of her sex against the back of my neck. She pulled her legs closer to her until her feet rested flat on the floor, making more room between them and addressed Maria again, "Maria, I want you to straddle Sean's face and let him clean you and service you."

"What? No! I can't do that to him."

"Maria, you are not doing it to him, you are letting him do it for you." I don't know who was more surprised, me or Maria, when our eyes met and she saw that they were pleading with her to let me service her. Monica saw it too, "See? Come on honey."

Maria hesitantly lifted one leg over my body and straddled my face. Still shaking uncontrollably, I was shocked at my reaction. I looked up at her battered pussy, red and swollen with a frothy mix of her juices and Scott's cum on its lips. I should have been thoroughly disgusted. But it was her. I love her. I reached up with both hands, grabbing her hips and pulling her hard down onto my mouth. I was like a man that had been wandering in the desert for weeks, starved and thirsty, and her sex was the only thing that could save me. I was still shaking and had lost all control as I licked, sucked and darted my tongue into her. I couldn't get enough of her; I completely forgot that she was filled with another man's cum. It drained into my mouth and slithered down my throat, but I hardly noticed. As I ate her sex with unbridled passion, venting my emotional and sexual stress through her. Normally I am very gentle when going down on the love of my life. Not so this time, I had completely lost it and I ravished her nether lips, lashing out at her already bulbous clit with my tongue. 

Maria was taken completely by surprise. "Oh my God!? Oh God yes, baby, devour me! Eat me alive!" And I tried, oh how I tried.

At first Maria held onto my head, but when she began to cry out through a series of orgasm that wasn't enough support. I glanced up from my life-giving meal long enough to see Maria's breasts heaving above me, and further behind me I saw that she had inadvertently placed her hands on Monica's large breasts for support. Monica was leaning back and resting on her hands, smiling knowingly while taking in the scene before her. I delved back into Maria's sex; I wanted to live here forever!

Maria began to shake and began to scream through the first of a series of explosive orgasms, grinding herself against my face, "Yeah, baby, ohohohohohohohohoh... unnnngggggghhhhhhhaaaahhhhhhh!!"

After she had cried through at least six orgasms she tried to pull away, she'd had all she could take. She lifted up but I tried to pull her back down onto me, grasping her hips firmly, lifting my head towards her in desperation to taste her. Monica took one hand and pushed my head back down, and Maria used hers to pry my hands away from her magnificent buttocks. "Sean...Sean! I can't take any more Sean, you have to let me rest...." I finally let go, still trembling. 

Monica lifted me up and guided me over to lean against Maria, and Maria held me to her breasts. I looked at her tanned flesh speckled with the familiar spattering of freckles covering her chest and it calmed me. I think it was still at least ten minutes before I could look up into her face. "I lo-ove...I love you."

"I love you too, baby. Do you want to leave now?"

I looked over to Monica, who'd moved to sit on a lounge chair nearby, remembering the things she had told me about "my place" and how not to lose my Maria. Also I realized how reassuring my recent "meal" had been to me.

I looked back into Maria's eyes, "No honey, I don't want to leave. I'm probably going to be a basket case sometimes, but I can't take this away from you. Monica says I'll have a new place with you. I think she is right."

We both stood and held each other close. Maria whispered her thanks and her love to me. We both moved to one of the large lounge chairs on the deck. Overwhelmed with all that had happened, we held each other close and whispered our thoughts and desires. In the end, in spite of all the uncertainty, we both wanted to explore this new life. After awhile we dozed off, Maria's lovely face resting on my chest. She seemed sated for the moment, but I knew her, and I knew that wouldn't last for long. 

As I drifted off, it occurred to me that my tortured manhood, which had Maria's sumptuous thigh draped over it, was still straining desperately against its prison. When she awoke she would find that leg covered in my fluids, which still seeped from the slit at the end of the CB-3000. I smiled to myself. The sensation of the restraint against my flesh was strangely erotic and arousing in and of itself. I must be one screwed up individual, I thought, but I'm likin' it.

To be continued...

I Lost the Poker Game Ch. 03



Any feedback is greatly appreciated. It encourages an author to continue writing, and helps frame future segments, which this story will have. This story is about a male who comes to realize his submissive dreams, about his humiliation, and dominant women. If these fantasies are not your thing, then don't waste your time, simply move on. Leave this one for those of us who do like to be dominated, or to dominate. For those of us who long to realize these dreams.

*

I don't know how long Maria and I dozed on the lounge chair. I would guess about an hour. I noticed that Miranda and Scott were now swimming in the pool and thought that they must have inadvertently wakened us. I toyed with her hair, and gently caressed her face, tracing my fingers along her features. She smiled up at me, then seemed to notice that her thigh was covered in precum that had seeped from my caged manhood as we slept. 

She reached down and wiped some of my fluids up with the flat of her hand, then moved that hand to her mouth and sensuously licked and sucked her fingers, always maintaining eye contact with me. My cock twitched and tried to harden, which of course it could not. I groaned. She giggled.

"Would you like me to release you so you can fuck me, lover?"

"Oh, hell yeah..."

She toyed with the key that Monica had given her, which now hung from the necklace she wore. She leaned in close to me and kissed me passionately, then patted my straining cock, "Too bad. You heard what Monica said, baby. I don't think you will be spurting tonight...but we'll see later...maybe." The mischievous glint in her eyes aroused me even more. 

She laughed and sat up next to me, "Would you like a drink, honey? I'm thirsty."

I almost offered to get the drinks myself, as it would require her to go inside, where I knew monster cocks waited to molest her. Then I thought better of it. It was going to happen, and I needed to trust her. "Sure, I'd love one. I think I deserve a beer or a scotch at this point."

She laughed again and stood, then made her way into the house. I watched her breasts swaying and her incredible ass swinging as she left me. Damn. Even in my current predicament, I am one lucky bastard. I lay back on the lounge chair and admired the array of stars above me. A soft breeze cooled my precum-covered manhood through the vent holes of my chastity cage. MY chastity cage. Crap. That thought took some getting used to. In my mind this still wasn't a long-term situation. Was it?

I sensed someone walking up on me from the direction of the patio doors. I thought Maria was coming back with our drinks. But when I looked over I discovered that instead it was Marcia, the mousy little blonde, and girlfriend of Scott who had so adequately serviced my Maria earlier. 

She walked up and regarded my imprisoned cock. Reaching down she grasped it in her hand, moving it back and forth, up and down to examine it. I must have turned six shades of red. What the hell?

She released it and stood looking down at me, smiling, "Poor little thing...so neglected." She laughed. Not a conspiratorial, mischievous laugh like Maria's, but one laced with mirth and pleasure at my torment. She had been mean to me all night! What had I ever done to her to deserve her ire? 

"I hear you're the clean-up boy, and that you really like it." Smiling again. A smile that sent a chill down my spine. What was she talking about? Was house cleaning to be added to my humiliation? Then it hit me. A vision of me devouring Maria's sex, covered and filled with Scott's cum, came to my mind. My eyes moved down to Marcia's midsection. Sure enough I could tell that it was sloppy with what appeared to be copious amounts of while fluid, small trails of which ran in rivulets down her thighs. 

I looked back into her gleeful eyes and stammered; "No...that was different. That was Maria...I had to show her I loved her...I'm not like tha...mmmmpppphhhhhh"

It was too late. While I had been stuttering out my explanation Marcia had been swinging one of her legs over the lounge chair and lowering her sex to my stuttering mouth, then covering it. I tasted the pungent odor of sex and of her fluids mixed with who knows whose. I tried to struggle, but she held my held in place, her fingers interlaced in my hair, her strong leg muscles locked onto my head. I felt her sex against my lips, and the wetness of the cum trails on her thighs against my face and ears.  

"Shut up and eat up, bitch." Words like this seemed completely out of place coming from Marcia's tiny little body. She pulled my face more tightly into her sopping sex. I finally stopped resisting and opened my mouth. I was just beginning to think to myself that her swollen, velvety labia actually felt pretty damned good against my face when the first glob of cum slid down into my mouth. She reached up with one of her hands and pressed it against her lower abdomen. My eyes went wide as my mouth suddenly filled up with hot cum. I swallowed as quickly as I could, trying to keep up. Finally the flow seemed to ebb.

"That's a good little boy. Now clean me up." She guided my lips to each of her thighs as if I was a human vacuum, sucking up the wetness there. Then she guided me back to her waiting sex. What would Maria think if she came out and found this woman sitting on my face? Would she yank her off of me in a fit of jealousy? Would she be angry with me?

A smack from Marcia brought me back to the task at hand. I began running my tongue up and down the slit of her vagina. I realized that she had a really soft, tiny little box, very firm. She was shaved completely smooth and it felt wonderful against my mouth. And as I got most of the man cream cleaned from her I realized that she really tasted good. I forgot all of my other concerns and began to immerse myself in my tasty task. I hardened my tongue and drove it as far into her tunnel as I could, trying to find her g-spot. I was rewarded with a satisfied moan. 

Encouraged, I flattened my tongue and bathed her lips from top to bottom several times, finding her little clit and massaging it firmly. This drew a craven whine from her...I knew I had her now. I sharpened my tongue to a point and began darting it back and forth, up and down over her little nub, lashing at it.

I looked up as I continued my ministrations. Up past her tiny little breasts her now erect nipples I saw that the mirth in her expression had been replaced with a surprised joy. Her mouth was open in a sensuous "O".

Her now soft little voice was music to my ears, "Oh holy shit...yeah...just like that...don't fuckin' stop. How do you know where...yeah, right there....ooooohhhhhh...mmmmmmmyeah.."

Her fingers were no longer grasping my hair to keep me in place (it was no longer necessary anyway) but clutching desperately at me for support and to release building sexual strain. Her breathing had become quite labored, and she was bucking her hips, riding my face. I continued to work her, toying with her clit, alternately darting back and forth across it, then rubbing it with my flattened tongue. At the same time I was caressing her tender lips with mine. I had a lot of practice at this, as Maria can testify. I love going down on my wife, and was discovering that I love going down on women in general! So satisfying.

I felt it building up within her. Her legs started to quiver around my head, I felt her body begin to shudder. She stopped bucking and became still above me. She let out a long, slow whine, and then, "Oh fuck....oh fuck....oh f-u-u...Yeeeeeeesssssss...I'm cumming....." She held my face tight against her box. She thought she had hit her peak, but I had a surprise for her. As her orgasm coursed through her, I sucked her clit and most of the flesh around it into my mouth, expelled it partially, then sucked it back in. I continued this as if I was fellating a tiny little cock with unbridled passion.

I had my reward. Marcia threw her head back and literally screamed in shock and ecstasy as the intensity of her orgasm rose, wave after wave of increasing fire rose within her. All of Miranda's neighbors had to have heard her! She could not speak; she just panted, desperately trying to catch her breath. I kept up my attentions to her as orgasm after orgasm cascaded over her, one after another in a continuous stream. Finally she let go of my hair and pushed me away. She didn't stand...I don't think she could. I know I was smiling ear to ear in satisfaction, even though my own sex was straining and bouncing in unrequited desire against it's cage.

Marcia sat heavily down onto my chest, still breathing heavily and trying to recover. It felt so good! It occurred to me that Maria should have been back long ago. Her reaction if she found Marcia on top of me occurred to me once again. I turned my head to look towards the French doors leading into the house. I spotted my love and Monica sitting at a patio table, watching Marcia and me. I realized that I needn't have worried when I saw Maria's proud smile.

Maria and Monica both stood and walked over to the lounge chair. Marcia, her palms resting on my thighs for support, her chest still heaving, looked up at Maria, "Is he always this good?"

Maria smiled with satisfaction, "Yep, he sure is."

"How? I mean, how did you teach him?"

Maria laughed, "That's what's great about it. I didn't have to teach him...he loves it. I've had him down there for hours before. I'll cum and think that I'm completely used up. He'll stay there and slowly, gently caress me with his mouth and his tongue and before I know it I need him again."

"You bitch." Marcia smiled as she stood, still straddling me, "I didn't think any guy actually liked it"

I leaned up on my elbows, bending my face into her sex. Barely even touching her, I tenderly caressed her vulva, tracing an outline of her velvety lips. Then I ever so light delved my tongue between them, barely grazing her clit so as not to over stimulate it. She let out a long, soft moan of pleasure. I looked up into her surprised features, "I do. I really, really like it."

She looked down and our eyes met. She grinned, "I misjudged you, Mr. Sean. I thought you were a little prick. Now I know that you just have a little prick, but you aren't one." This time she had a sweet, teasing smile on her face, not a hint of evil in it. I smiled back at her, laughing at her joke at my expense even as my poor tortured "little prick" pulsed helplessly against the inner walls of its prison.

She moved off of me, and Maria handed me a bottle of beer that she had been holding. I swung my legs over and sat, taking a swig of my drink. We all sat and made small talk for a few minutes, some of it sexual, some of it not.

After awhile I sat the empty bottle down, which was apparently what Monica had been waiting politely for. She stood and walked over to me, but looked at Maria, "May I? I seem to have developed a bit of a mess myself while you two were napping."

Maria smiled, "Of course. It's my pleasure."

Nobody had asked me, which I now found somewhat arousing, especially since it was Monica, who we'd discovered was an experienced domme. A very kind one so far, but definitely a domme nonetheless. I smiled up at her and lay back onto the lounge chair again.

She straddled me and I marveled at a sight new to me. The contrast of the milky, foamy cum upon her ebony nether lips was striking. I didn't get to think about it for long however. Those puffy, pink-laced lips descended to my mouth. Again the cum within her was first expelled into me and swallowed. Then I began to make love to her nether regions with a passion, wanting to make them proud of me once again.

I was overjoyed as I felt the familiar touch of Maria's fingers tracing paths along my calves, then my thighs. I felt her weight on the bottom portion of the lounge chair. Then to my shock and my joy, I felt her hot, satiny mouth enveloping my testicles; the only part of my manhood now exposed. She sucked them gently into her mouth and played with them while I tried to maintain my concentration on the task at hand. 

This became even more difficult when she discovered (much to my surprise and joy) that she could delve her tongue into the vent holes and the slit at the end of the CB-3000 and thereby make contact with my craven cock. She continued to make tender love to my cock the entire time I was servicing Monica. She only stopped after Monica had moaned her way through several intense orgasms of her own.

It was strange. Even though I was driven to near madness by the fact that I couldn't have an orgasm of my own, Maria's attentions had put me at peace. When Monica lifted herself up from my body, Maria and I kissed tenderly. Damn I love her!

We both stood; the trio of us basking in what we had shared for a moment. Monica smiled at me, and I felt the need to hug her. I did so, then took her hand in mine, "I want to thank you Monica, for what you've done for us tonight. I don't think I would have ever gotten through this experience without your help." Maria nodded her agreement.

Monica's motherly smile reassured me, she patted the back of my hand with her other hand and spoke, "You're most welcome, honey. You aren't through all of it yet, though, so don't relax too much...your wife hasn't been had by my James yet, and you still have some more tests as her boy."

I know my face flushed as I thought about James plowing his python-like cock into Maria's tiny little pussy. Would he hurt her? Would she ever even feel me again after that when we made love? Boy? What does she mean "her boy?"

"Oh, and Sean dear?"

"Yes, Monica?"

"I really like you, Sean, and I am truly happy to help you, but I have my position to think about." She placed her hand softly against my cheek, "I'm afraid I can't have you referring to me in the familiar, honey. From this point on I'll expect you to address me as ma'am, or as Mistress Monica. O.K.?"

"Sure...I mean yes, ma'am." I could understand that. I still wasn't quite certain what her relationship with James was (he doesn't refer to her as ma'am or Mistress), but I knew she was a domme.

"You know, Sean, if you were in a full-fledged domination scene, you'd obviously be a sub, right?" I nodded, although I was not entirely certain of that yet. "Then why don't you practice tonight? I think for the remainder of the evening you should refer to Maria as Miss Maria or ma'am."

Maria grinned, "Oh, I like that."

Monica continued, "In fact, you will refer to all of the women here as Miss blank or ma'am, and all of the men as sir. Can you do that?" This time it wasn't really a question. 

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good." She patted the hand that I had used to hold hers, "And for the remainder of the night, you will ask permission before you touch anyone dear, including your wife. Let's go inside. I could use another drink, couldn't you?"

Thinking about the discussion we'd just had and what it might mean, I replied, "You bet your sweet a...I mean, yes, ma'am."

We all shared a laugh as we walked inside. I was between both of the women and noticed that they were looking past me to each other as if they were thinking the same thing, grinning. Suddenly they each swatted my ass, hard, at the same time, laughing. Maria looked at me, laughing, "You may not realize it yet babe, but I think you just bet your sweet ass!" 

To be continued... 



I Lost the Poker Game Ch. 04



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We found that everyone else was already inside, sitting on couches, love seats or chairs. Miranda was behind the bar and played hostess, offering each of us a mixed drink as myself, Maria and Monica sat at the bar. While I nursed a scotch and listened to the conversation I marveled at the scene. 

Only a few hours ago Maria and I had arrived for a friendly poker game between friends. I hadn't even wanted to come to the party, only doing it for Maria because they were mostly her friends. 

I had opened my big mouth as the game lagged, suggesting strip poker. Things had gone down hill fast for me after that. I now wore a chastity tube on my tortured cock, and I think I am the only one here that is not going to fuck my wife tonight. Shit.

I looked around and it struck me that everyone was completely nude. We'd only been occasional friends before, and now we all were sitting around in our birthday suits chatting. In fact, the only person with anything on at all was me, the CB-3000 that caged my manhood. In spite of my predicament, I had become quite relaxed with these people.

I began to pay attention to the conversation again. They were all comparing notes, talking about each other's attributes and talents. 

James' baritone, "Monica, you should get a hold of those new tits that Miranda bought. They are really somethin'"

Miranda returned the compliment, "Yeah, well you're somethin' else yourself, Tripod." Everybody laughed, "I think I'm gonna be walkin' bowlegged for a month." More laughter.

Scott looked at me, "Sean, buddy, your wife is fantastic. You are one lucky bastard. She was so damned tight, it was like fuckin' a virgin." Everyone laughed again, this time at my expense. It was a compliment, but it was also a veiled slam at the size of my penis, or lack thereof, which had become public knowledge when we all lost our clothes in the game. And was the reason Monica had caged me. 

Scott's girlfriend, Marcia, directed her attention at me also, jokingly, "You leave my new little friend alone, Scotty. He likes eatin' pussy, and he is really, really fucking good at it!" I couldn't help but blush.

It seemed like it was my turn to reciprocate. I looked at Marcia, "I uh, um, your ah, your sex really feels and tastes good. I really enjoyed pleasing you." I didn't want to leave out the other woman I had gotten to pleasure so far, "And Monica you felt so good on my face, I really.."

SLAP!

I felt the sting as Monica hit me so hard that it almost knocked me off of my barstool. What the hell?! What did I say? Then I realized what I had done.

"Mistress! I am so sorry. Mistress Monica! I really was honored to service you, Mistress Monica." 

She patted my thigh and smiled.

I turned to my other side, where my lovely wife sat. Although I was somewhat shaken, I wanted to finish what I had meant to say before getting slapped, "And my sexy wife, Mar..."

SMACK!!!

My wife hit me so hard that my ears rang and I had to brace myself against the bar to keep from falling off of the barstool yet again.

"What the fuck?!"

WHAP!!!!

This time I fell back against Monica, who caught me and looked into my eyes, trying to convey to me what I had done. That did it. Now I understood.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...." I looked back at Maria, "Miss Maria! I wanted to say that I am soooo lucky to have my lovely wife, MISS Maria."

She smiled sweetly at me, "Ah, that is so sweet of you to say, honey."

I blushed as laughter filled the room. 

Jerry grinned, "I think there's some question as to who has who there buddy."

James' baritone voice filled my ears, "They're gonna learn you yet, man."

Shit.

Maria tousled my hair, then jiggled my chastity tube playfully, sending electricity through me, "Love ya, babe."

More friendly laughter at my expense. I smiled sheepishly.

The conversation continued for awhile, some of it sexual, but actually most of it not. The guys talked some about golfing and other sports, the women about some shopping and their jobs. It was sort of nice to find out more about the other people at the party, their likes and dislikes. It made them more personable to me, and not just competition that I could not beat sexually. Something else struck me and made me feel a little more secure. The other guys were sitting around with their larger members hanging down between their legs, or in James' case, draped over his thigh like a massive sleeping serpent. The women were quite relaxed sitting in the buff, their beautiful bodies on display for all to see and admire. I alone sat with my manhood caged, occasionally twitching in desperation, and everyone knew that they could have sex anytime they wanted tonight while I was to be denied any such pleasure quite against my will. Yet while we talked they all treated me with respect and listened to my thoughts and opinions.

Maria turned her back towards me and asked if I would give her a back rub while we talked (she loves my massages). I of course was happy to have contact with her.

Miranda handed me another drink, one she said was sure to send me for a loop, and then leaned with her elbows resting against the inside of the bar. "So, Sean, what's it like being locked up? Are you about to go insane yet?"

My strong hands worked Maria's shoulders and I contemplated the question for a few moments before answering, "I guess I have to say the jury is still out, uh, ma'am. I mean, yes, it is driving me absolutely nuts. But at the same time, I have been on a sexual high all night. It hasn't waned a bit, and every time something sexual happens it just builds and builds even more."

Jerry regarded me for a moment, "So you actually like it?"

I began tracing lines on Maria's back with just the tips of my fingers, very lightly, and she sighed, then I spoke, "I don't know if I'd go that far yet. I mean, I don't think I could go forever like this. I really, really need to cum! But at the same time its somehow very erotic, and well, I know this probably sounds stupid; but its kinda liberating, not having any control."

Marcia looked at Scott and grinned, "That sounds interesting. Maybe we'll have to try that on you sometime."

Scott boasted, "I don't think I have to worry about that. You'd never squeeze this"; he grasped his cock and gave it a shake, "into that little tube." 

Monica winked at Marcia, "Oh that's O.K., they make a larger chastity tube called the curve just for big boys like you. We'd never get my James into it, but I think we could manage to squeeze you and Jerry into one."

Marcia and Miranda grinned at each other conspiratorially as if making a mental note to explore that particular kink. Jerry looked at Scott as if to say, thanks big mouth! 

I guess all the sex talk began to have its affect. Marcia stood and walked over to where James was sitting, then looked over to Monica, "May I?"

"Why, of course."

Marcia knelt down in front of James and looked up into his eyes as if asking permission. He smiled back down at her, and then he lifted his huge flaccid member from its resting-place across his thigh. He spread his legs and lay it between them to give Marcia better access, handing it to her. Then he spread his arms across the back of the couch and relaxed. She grasped it with her tiny little hands. She couldn't get her fingers completely around its girth. In awe, she lightly ran her fingertips along its length, starting from his massive testicles and finishing at the flared spongy softness of its head.

She lowered her head to it and watched it as she sensuously stuck out her flattened tongue and licked the bottom of the head. In reaction the massive helmet flared at her, and she giggled in satisfaction. Next she opened her mouth wide and took the head into her mouth, sucking on it, massaging it with her lips while she darted her tongue around that which was in her mouth. She tried to take as much as she could into her mouth. Because of its massive girth, that was only a few inches. She masturbated the rest with her tiny hands. The contrast of his dark flesh against her pale skin was remarkable. She lifted his massive balls with one hand, and lightly ticked just below them with the fingers of her other hand. She definitely knew what she was doing. It wasn't long at all until she'd had to get up off of her haunches, standing and bending over in front of James in order to stay on top of his now erect member.

She lifted her mouth from his manhood and looked down at it hesitantly, like someone looking at a roller coaster before they take a seat in one of its cars. Do I really want to do this? Can I take it? Am I going to embarrass myself? With trepidation, she put one foot on the couch beside his leg, preparing to mount him.

He placed one of his massive hands on her foot, stopping her. He smiled at her reassuringly, and without saying anything made a circling motion with one of his fingers, signally for her to turn around and face away from him. She looked puzzled but slowly did so.

James leaned forward and placed his massive forearms at the back of her little thighs. He lifted her up in his arms. It was like her tiny frame was sitting in a chair without arms or a back. She looked as if she were levitating, hovering helplessly in the air. Yet the massive muscles of James' black arms easily supported her. She gasped. She quickly moved her tiny hands down and held onto his hands for support. He smiled and lifted her up higher until she was hanging in the air just above that massive piston.

His calming, baritone voice, "Now Missy, you just squeeze my hand when you are ready. I'm gonna go slow, and you just squeeze when you're ready to go more. An' you be sure an' tell me if I need to stop, 'kay?"

She nodded her head nervously. As erotic and exciting as this had to be for her, it was at least as thrilling for the rest of us. Our perspective was of this tiny little woman levitating just above a massive ebony phallus, suspended in the air seemingly without support. Her tiny, bare pubes hovered just above this monster. Just above her flat tummy, hard eraser like nipples topped her little breasts. And I could easily read her thoughts from the expression on her face. Now the ride's car had been pulled to the top of the first huge hill of the roller coaster, the point of no return. Looking down to the ground so far below she was thinking, what the fuck am I doing here!?

Brave little girl. Her small hand tightened around one of his massive fingers and she squeezed her eyes shut. The car was just rolling over the top of the hill, dropping suddenly in a breathtaking descent.

She was lowered slightly until the lips of her vagina parted, resting her tenderly atop the huge head of his cock. We heard her suck in her breath. He stopped. He easily held her there while she rotated herself in her seat, rubbing her nether lips across the top of the monster, slathering it with her flowing juices. A rivulet of her fluids made its way slowly down the front of his massive cock until it disappeared below his balls. She pushed herself forward and back across it, moving it ever so slightly inside of her.

She squeezed his finger once again and was slowly lowered a little further until she was stretched wide and the head was enveloped within her. I was in awe that he'd been able to fit it into her at all. Not too long ago I'd had that little snatch in my mouth, and I knew how small it was.

Another squeeze and James rotated his hips slightly while penetrating her a little more. As his cock head slowly made its way past her g-spot she squeaked out, "Oh Gawd!" James knew what he was doing. He knew where he was within her. He stopped lowering her. She fucked herself back and forth just across the head, rubbing her g-spot with it over and over again. Before we knew it she was crying out with her first orgasm, shuddering violently, thrashing her head from side to side in ecstatic release.

She stopped and caught her breath. What she hadn't realized was that while she bucking against him through that orgasm she had lowered herself another six inches down onto his cock. She looked down from her perch in shock. James waited patiently until she again squeezed his finger. She gyrated as he lowered her some more. Little by little, more and more of him disappeared within her. There were easily another three inches of his cock visible when she started shaking her head back and forth quickly, "Stop, stop! Damnit, I'm sorry, I can't take anymore." Her breathing was ragged and she was obviously disappointed. 

James consoled her, "It's alright, Missy. We can still have fun. I won't take you down anymore. Just let me know when you're ready to fuck it."

She took a moment to collect herself and catch her breath. Then she took in a deep breath, let it out, and squeezed his fingers again, "O.K. Now."

First slowly, then more rapidly, he began thrusting his huge piston up into and out of her. She was more comfortable with how well he could hold her now, and she lifted her hands to her breasts, pulling at her nipples violently, thrashing around on his huge cock as orgasm after orgasm shot itself through her entire body.

I guess that did it for everybody else. How could anybody not be aroused after that? Miranda was first. She came out from behind the bar, then I watched as her long legs covered the distance across the room in a second. She literally leapt upon Scott, who was sitting in a large cushioned chair with his cock sticking straight up. In one swift motion she slid down onto his manhood, taking him balls deep. She leaned her head back, her long hair cascading down her back and yelled out, "YEEEEE HAAAWWWW!!!!! Ride 'em cowboy!"

Maria, Monica and I shared a laugh at her spunk and voracious sexual appetite. Monica reached over and grabbed her purse, removing her car keys from it. She handed them to me, "In the trunk of my car is a black case. I want you to go and get it for me. Do NOT look inside of it, just bring it to me."

"Yes, ma'am." I stood and walked into the den, picking up my pants. 

Even though she couldn't see me from where she was sitting, I guess Monica knew what I would be doing, "Sean baby, I didn't tell you to get dressed! Just get out there and do it." 

I dropped my pants to the floor, shaking my head. Walking back through the living room I made my way to the front door, head down in embarrassment. I stood on the porch and looked up and down the street, waiting until I was certain that none of Miranda's neighbors were outside. Of course Monica's car was the very last one in the driveway. I would have to cover at least sixty feet before I reached its cover. I ran as fast as I could, the weight of the CB-3000 causing it to bounce back and forth off of my legs as I did so. 

Whew! I made it to her car. Standing between it and the pickup next to it for cover, I again looked up and down the street. The night air was cool against my bare flesh. Her car was parked with the trunk facing the street. To open it and get inside I would have to stand at the back of the car, standing nearly in the street and fully exposed. Crap. I worked up my courage and moved to the back of the car. Trunk lid raised. Great, the trunk was full of items. I bent over and lifted a set of golf clubs, moved aside some towels, and had to bend over further to grab the black case. 

"Nice ass, Mister."

Shit! I'd never even heard her walk up behind me! I closed my eyes. A young female voice. I just hoped she wasn't a juvenile. If I was going to jail for exposure at least please let it not be a kid!

I picked up the case and used it to cover my genitals as I turned around. A woman in running shorts and a tank top, at least in her mid-twenties. "I-I-I'm sorry, ma'am. We were playin' around is all."

"It's O.K. I'm no prude. But ya'll better get back inside before somebody else sees you." 

"Oh, thank you, ma'am, thank you." I slammed the trunk down, grabbed the keys, and fled back towards the house. Behind me I heard the lady whistling at my ass while I ran. 

I made it back into the house and stood on the other side of the door for a moment, catching my breath. Then I walked back to the bar. 

The first thing that I noticed was that Maria was gone. I handed the case to Monica and looked at her questioningly. She smiled at me, "Wondering where your better half is?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, we flipped a coin to see who got Jerry and who got you. Maria won the toss, and they decided to use Miranda's bedroom, sweetie."

I flushed. Of course the winner of the toss would pick the guy that actually has a usable penis!

"And besides, Maria had to move up to the next largest cock so that she might be able to take James later." O.K. So I could get even redder.

Monica stood, holding the case. I looked around the room. Marcia was still impaled on James' massive member, but she was turned around facing him now. He held her gently as she lay her head on his strong shoulder, whimpering softly, taking a break. She still only had about three-quarters of his cock buried within her. Across the room Miranda was still violently slamming herself down repeatedly onto Scott's midsection. Surely he wouldn't last much longer with her doing that!

"Follow me, Sean." Monica led me down the hall into the bathroom. It was a bathroom that was entered by one door from the hallway, and had another door that led into Miranda's bedroom. The door to Miranda's room was closed, but I could hear Maria and Jerry on the other side of the door, the sounds of lovemaking.

Monica sat the case on the counter and opened it. She withdrew from it a large phallus attached to a strap-on harness. I watched nervously. Was she going to fuck ME? She regarded me for a moment and then laughed. 

"No, honey, I'm not gonna fuck you with it. At least not yet. We're gonna make you a little more useful. Now turn around."

She placed the fake cock at my midsection and ran the straps around my hips, then down between my legs, pulling them all together behind me and fastening them. She pressed my cage downward and used the balls of the phallus to keep it that way. Then she tightened all the straps taunt, pulling be backwards. Once they were secured she told me to turn back around again. 

My caged cock was now pushed facing downward between my legs. In its usual place a huge, very realistic cock stuck straight out from my midsection. It was made of a material that simulated quite well the flesh of a real penis, right down to the spongy head. It looked very obscene on me.

"There! Now you have a bigger cock than everybody except James!"

Before I knew what was happening she opened the door into Miranda's bedroom and dragged me through behind her. Maria lay on her back on the bed, her legs draped over the side. Jerry knelt between her sumptuous thighs, his face buried in her sweet, plush sex. She was moaning softly with pleasure.

I was faced with some more emotions that I never would have expected. I had already watched her being fucked by someone else, and had managed to get through that. You would think that this would mean nothing compared to that, but strangely enough I was filled with jealousy and angst. I had told myself that even if my penis was smaller and couldn't do for her what these other men could, at least I know that I am a very accomplished cunnilinguist. I could please her more that way than they could. So as strange as it might seem, seeing someone else eating her out was almost more traumatizing than watching someone else's cock slamming into her. But I was determined not to have another break down. Just because someone else got to taste her, it doesn't mean they are better at it than me. Does it? I made a note to ask Maria about it later.




I Lost the Poker Game Ch. 04



Monica held onto my fake cock, "Look Maria! Viola! Now he has something we can use!"

Maria and Jerry both stopped for a moment and looked over at us. Maria's eyes widened, "Oh my. Can we make it permanent?" She was smiling that wickedly mischievous smile.

Monica smiled, "Would you mind if we join you?"

"Sure!"

Monica led me to the opposite side of the bed from where Maria and Jerry were. She sat down and used a bottle of lubricant that had been in the case to grease up the phallus, sliding her hands up and down it like she was masturbating it. She looked up at me, "Does that feel good, baby?" She laughed at the irony.

Monica lay back on the bed. She was further up on the bed than Maria, and now they were lying next to each other, just from opposite directions. Maria was still enjoying Jerry's oral ministrations. The girl's heads were next to each other. Monica reached out and playfully tapped Maria on the forehead to get her attention. When Maria turned her head to look in response, Monica leaned close and kissed her. They held the kiss for a few moments, their tongues dancing together. My cock tried to swell against its cage. This was so damned hot.

Once they broke the kiss Monica looked up at me and signaled that I should make love to her. I moved close to her and began slowly penetrating her with the rubber phallus, wanting to be gentle because it was so huge. 

"Come on, honey. I take James every night. Thank you for caring, but you are not going to hurt me."

I moved a little faster. But I stilled moved slowly, just for a different reason. I watched as the thick member, covered with raised "veins" disappeared into the velvety folds of Monica's sex. It looked like it felt soooo good! God I wished I could feel it!

Finally I bottomed out, the balls pressed against her firm buttocks. I looked down at her and she nodded. I lifted her legs up over my shoulders, held onto them firmly and slowly increased my tempo. 

"Yes, baby...fuck my brains out. Give it to me Sean."

As I began to slam harder and harder into her beautiful body, I couldn't help but see Jerry stand up and assume the same position between my wife's legs, standing roughly opposite of me. She wriggled against his long, thick cock. She wrapped her strong legs around his hips, and used them to pull him into her.

He still had to move slowly, but this wasn't the first "large" cock she'd had tonight, it was just larger than the first. As I watched this strange man's penis disappear into my wife's familiar sex, their eyes met and they let out a satisfied sigh in unison, "MMMMMMmmmmmmoooh."

Once buried inside her, he leaned forward and they kissed, his chest pressed against her fantastic freckled breasts that I love so much.

I had slowed my attentions to Monica as I watched. Jerry stood back up and took hold of Maria's legs, placing them up over his shoulders, mimicking my position with Monica. He made eye contact with me and winked. An idea seemed to convey itself between us, I guess great minds think alike. 

He began to thrust himself into my wife, eventually matching my rhythm with Monica. Then we both began to increase our tempo, and soon we were working together. As I would slam into Monica, my weight would force the bed towards Jerry, forcing his cock into my wife with that much more force. Jerry would thrust back towards me, slamming his cock into my Maria and forcing my "cock" that much harder into Monica. The girls both figured out what we were doing and squealed with delight. It must have had the desired effect.

Both of the women were moaning and crying out in joy as we made love to them. The fact that I couldn't feel anything was at the same time maddening and interesting, as it gave me the opportunity to observe details more closely. I wasn't focused on my own physical pleasure. 

Monica and Maria both looked so awesomely beautiful in the midst of their ecstasy, their eyes closed, mouths open, breathing labored. They both have large, natural breasts. I love the way natural breasts move when a woman is being hammered passionately. When you work up a rhythm they don't just bounce up and down, but move around in gentle circles as they move up, and then back down. It was so captivating to watch the contrast as Monica's ebony globes made the same motion as Maria's tanned ivory breasts opposite each other on the same bed. 

I could look down and watch my fake cock moving in and out of Monica, then look up and watch Jerry's real one doing the same into and out of Maria. 

I am in pretty good shape, so I wasn't anywhere near being exhausted. But this was rewarding for another reason. I have always been very concerned about making sure my lovers are satisfied, but I would end up cumming before I wanted to. That wasn't a problem here! I could keep going as long as was necessary without concern for whether I was going pop off before my lover was ready.

I had said that I couldn't feel anything. Well, I was finding out that wasn't entirely true. The balls on the rubber phallus pressed against my cock cage each time I thrust forward. My cock had of course filled the tube as much as it possibly could, so that it couldn't move much. But each time in was pressed upon, the tube slid on my poor manhood as much as it could; I was being ever so gently fucked inside the tube!

The sensation felt so good. It had a hint of what it feels like to approach an orgasm, it felt like I might be able to cum! But the more I made love to Monica, the more I realized that she had found another wicked tease for me. I couldn't possibly get hard, and there was no way I was ever going to get enough stimulation to have an orgasm. AAAAGGHH!

The women were having one orgasm after another. They would cum hard, crying out together, and then they would build back up to another. When they were in the brief lulls, they would lean towards each other and join in a kiss, which only served to drive Jerry and me both crazy, increasing our desire and our attentions to the women.

The women's cries were music to my ears, and drove me to a crescendo of passion. They're voices together crying out, "OOOOHHHH...."

Gasping for breath, "Oh yeah, oh yeah, YES! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

I think they fed off of each other's passion as much as they did from Jerry and me, "mmmmpppphhhhhhh....mmmmmm....yeeeees! Fuck me Jerry, fuck me!" Countered with, "uuunnnggggghhhhhyyyeeeaah! Give it to me Sean, show me you're a man, baby! Make me beg for more, harder! YEEEEEESSS....I'm cumming baby!" 

Met with, "Sooooo Goooood.....so fucking big!! Oh, thank you! I have needed this for so loooooonnnggggggggggaaaauuuggggghhhhhh!"

Finally I could tell that Jerry was building towards his own orgasm. His breathing became more labored until finally he slammed into my wife and roared out as he came hard. She grabbed hold of his arms for support and held him tight as she cried out through a matching orgasm. They set off Monica, who pulled me tight into her and screamed out in her own orgasm.

Everybody was cumming together except me. My body shook with unreleased sexual energy. I was going into another uncontrollable shaking fit! This time there was no jealously or fear of loss, just built up NEED that I couldn't satisfy. 

After about five minutes they had all calmed down from their shared orgasms. Jerry had removed himself from Maria and they were holding each other as they watched me with sympathy for my condition. 

Monica held me to her, trying to calm me as I quivered uncontrollably. I looked into her eyes with desperation. I needed to cum! I know my eyes were pleading with her. She motioned for me to lie down on the bed.

"There, there, its gonna be alright, baby. Mistress Monica's gonna take care of you."

She gestured to Maria. She helped guide Maria to straddle my head, facing my midsection where both of my penises lay. I was overcome with need for contact with my wife, and was overjoyed when she lowered her sloppy, cum filled cunt to my waiting lips. I was ravenous. When the now familiar sensation of cum flowing from within her met my lips, I sucked on her canal hard, forcing it into my mouth in desperation. Once she was cleaned I began to bathe her entire sex, cleaning her labia, then sliding my tongue between them and making passionate love to her clit. I was able to separate myself temporarily from my frustrated, seeping cock, venting my sexual tensions through her.

On the occasion that I opened my eyes, in this position I was rewarded with a view of Maria's sexy bottom above me. I would dart my tongue occasionally across her anus and she would moan in a different way that when I was toying with her clit.

I was so focused on my feast, the way she tasted, the way she felt against my lips and tongue that I barely noticed when Monica straddled my midsection and began riding my rubber phallus. I certainly became aware as she slammed herself down on me over and over again, rubbing my fake cock against the cage of my real one.

I was unable to see that the two ladies were facing each other, caressing each other's breasts and kissing while they used me. Jerry told me about it later, told me that it had given him an instant rebirth to his hard-on. That he'd had to stand watching and masturbating because the scene was so incredibly sensuous.

Finally both women cried out and shuddered through a series of orgasms together. They held each other tight for support as they came. After at least three full minutes, orgasms cascading through them in waves, they both were totally exhausted; completely spent.

They collapsed against each other and out of habit, they both sat down heavily to recover, having forgotten about me for the moment.

It didn't take long for them to be reminded of my presence. The feeling of my wife's firm buttocks, the satiny flesh of her pussy against my face felt wonderful. But unfortunately I couldn't breath! 

Soon my arms were thrashing about on the bed, and I was slapping the mattress with my hands as if "tapping out" in a wrestling match.

The girls suddenly realized what they'd done and their eyes met and widened. They both jumped up and then came to rest on either side of me, again leaning against each other as they looked to see if I was O.K.

Our eyes met and we regarded each other for a split second before the three of us burst into uproarious shared laughter. 

To be continued...



I Lost the Poker Game Ch. 05



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After Maria, Monica and myself had recovered from laughing over my inadvertent suffocation, we realized that poor Jerry was standing next to the bed with a reborn erection, needing attention. Damn, would you listen to me? I'm calling Jerry "poor". Ha! I'm the poor one, erection poor, cum poor. My tortured penis was straining against the inside of its chastity tube, and had been trying in vain to become erect for the last several hours. The ladies were sympathetic to Jerry, but told him that he'd have to find someone else, they needed a rest! 

The girls stood and I followed suit. I looked at Monica and then at the huge rubber phallus attached to my midsection just above my own caged penis. I figured I'd get it taken off now if they were finished. But instead they smiled, and ignored my unspoken request. The girls led as we walked down the hallway back into the living room. Jerry's real erection swayed in front of him as he walked, and I tried to get accustomed to walking with my "manhood" swaying back and forth in front of me as I walked.

When we entered the living room I was greeted with reactions ranging from laughter to shaking heads. I knew that I had to look ridiculous with the strap-on extending straight out from my midsection. 

As we entered I observed that James was walking across the room to the bar in order to fix himself a drink. I didn't mean to stare, but damn! I was so envious. As the huge black man walked, his unbelievably large penis hung down between his legs, swaying back and forth like a pendulum, the massive head bouncing off of his knees. The ebony flesh was smeared here and there with a froth, the mixture of his fluids and little Marcia's. 

Thinking of Marcia, who I knew had just finished being ravaged by that python, I looked over to the couch where they had been engaged when we left the room. Marcia's tiny body was curled up in a fetal position on the couch, and she stared off into space as if in a trance. She didn't appear traumatized, rather like she had just experienced something beyond belief that had left her in shock.

Miranda was sitting on a love seat, and nearby Scott sat in the large chair where Miranda had been riding him earlier. They were chatting nonchalantly now. 

We walked towards the couch and love seat to sit down and join the conversation. Before I could sit down Marcia stood and approached me. She still looked dazed and simply said quietly; "I need cleaning."

Monica, still standing next to me in the middle of the room, pressed gently down on my shoulder as she said, "Kneel. That's right, on your knees, Sean. Now lean back." Then she looked at Marcia and said, "There ya go."

Marcia walked forward, straddling me as she did so, and continued forward until the "V" of her legs was pressing down on my face. I placed my hands on the floor behind me for support. She looked down at me, almost pleadingly, even though she was using me, and asked softly, "Please be gentle with me."

I looked up at her vagina that I had been lucky enough to dine on only an hour or so ago. Then I had been enamored with it because the labia had been so small and firm, cleanly shaven and the vagina had been so small and tight. Now it was a wreck! Her nether lips were distended, red and swollen, and now I was looking up into a gaping, open tunnel. James' huge cock had really done a number on her. I looked back up into her mousy little features and nodded that I would indeed be gentle with her. She reached down and pulled my lips to hers.

I ever so tenderly ran my tongue around the outer limits of those lips to get her used to the sensation. Her breathing mellowed so I covered her entire sex with my mouth, sucking gently as what fluids were left within her drained out into my mouth. Then I slowly and gently began sucking on the inner lips, her clit, and running my tongue along her slit. I was surprised when she gently began fucking my face. I figured that she was completely used up for now, but it seemed she wanted a gentle orgasm to top things off. I would certainly love to give it to her.

Such irony! A few hours ago I never would have thought I would actually be running around naked with several other people besides my lovely wife, wearing a locked cage on my manhood. And the first time Marcia had placed her nether lips to mine I had tried to get away, completely aghast at the idea of swallowing another man's seed. 

Now I was on my knees in the middle of a room full of other nude people. I had a woman emptying her insides, full of cum, into my mouth, I was caged, a huge strap-on jutted obscenely from my crotch. Everyone else was sitting around chatting, watching me as if it was the most normal thing in the world. And the greatest irony? I was happy. Just glad to be of service! Strange how quickly we can be indoctrinated and trained by someone who knows what he or she is doing.

I continued my attentions, ever so gently. Even in her ravaged condition, Marcia still tasted wonderful by herself and I really enjoyed my task. After a few minutes of me tenderly massaging her little bud, sucking it softly into my mouth occasionally, Marcia tensed, held my head tightly to her and sighed softly through a mild, calming orgasm. 

After she'd recovered she stepped back, leaned down and kissed me tenderly, thanking me for being so kind. Kind?! I loved my job!

Marcia walked shakily back to the couch and sat back down. I started to get up and go sit next to my wife, but before I could do so Miranda was standing above me, smiling down at me, "Next!"

She straddled my face and had to lower herself a little bit as she is somewhat taller than Marcia is. She let me look at her for a moment before she descended onto me. I think she was waiting for me to balk at the task, not that it would have stopped her. She is definitely not bare like Marcia and my wife. Her sex was covered with a very thick carpet of dark pubic hair, so much so that I couldn't even see her vagina. A glob of cum hung onto the hair where I assumed her lips would be. I looked up past those huge store bought breasts into her eyes and smiled weakly. She smiled back with that impish expression of hers. I couldn't allow myself to be outdone. I had to shock her as much as she was trying to shock me. I leaned forward and darted my tongue out quickly, flicking the glob of cum into my mouth in one smooth motion. As she gasped and laughed, "Oh, I like you, ornery!", I dove into her thick bush. Now she just sighed.

I used my nose and mouth to part the hair covering her sex, and once I'd found it I sucked each of her nether lips into my mouth, working my way from the top end of them to the bottom and back again. Then I used my lips to part them and ran my tongue from her ass to her clit. With all of the hair, the aroma of her musk was very strong....yum. I covered her love tunnel with my mouth and sucked tenderly, then lashed my tongue into her until I'd cleaned her thoroughly. That done, I began to dart my sharpened tongue back and forth across her clit, sucking it into my mouth occasionally, as if I were fellating it, then I would massage it with my flattened tongue. All the while I massaged her labia with my lips.

I heard her talking to Maria, "Oh my God, can I keep him? I thought only another woman knew how to do this right!"

And, music to my ears, Maria, "Nope, he's mine. I'll loan him out occasionally, though." Laughter.

Miranda was a woman who was very nice, but definitely aggressive. She was in the habit of taking what she wanted. In spite of her accolades, she couldn't help herself when her orgasm actually approached. She began moaning, "Oh yes, oh yeah..." She reached down and held my head in her hands, then began to fuck my face with vigor, driving her hips forward across my lips, pulling me to her tightly. I still managed to maintain contact with her clit and soon she was crying out through a violent series of orgasms.

When she was done she let go of my hair and said, "I need another drink. Damn that was good."

Once Miranda had moved away from me I looked around and realized that Monica had moved to the floor nearby. I guess she had decided to help out "poor" Jerry, as he was between her legs, sawing his erection into and out of her ebony body. She was obviously enjoying herself too. She looked sideways at me and smiled, then she motioned for Jerry to lean down close to her. She whispered something into his ear and he nodded in response. 

As it didn't appear that anyone needed me at the moment, I stood and then sat next to my wife. Just about the time that I got comfortable I heard Monica moan out in the pleasure of an orgasm, and looked as her long fingers were clutching at the carpet beside her. Her hips bore down onto Jerry's pounding cock. He groaned, then pulled himself out of her and jacked himself briefly until he ejaculated. His cum shot up across Monica's abdomen, to her heaving breasts and some even landed on her throat and chin.

What a fascinating contrast. The rivulets and globs of white, pearly fluid glistened against the smooth; coffee colored flesh of Monica's lovely body. I was looking at this erotic sight when she looked over at me, then with a singsong voice, "Oh, Seeeaaaannn..."

That drew some chuckles. I moved hesitantly towards her...other than my quick swipe to shock Miranda, I'd not yet eaten a man's semen just by itself, it had been mixed with the ladies' fluids. Even so, I wasn't about to deny Monica; she had been my mentor and guardian throughout the evening. If it hadn't been for her, I'd still be curled up in a ball on a couch, hidden in the den, wishing I were invisible.

I started at her midsection, just above the light fluff of pubic hair and began licking and sucking the stream of cum from her body. I worked my way up slowly, lovingly, until I was sucking on those plush orbs. I spent a little more time on them that the rest, they felt so good in my mouth, and I certainly wanted to make sure they were clean, didn't I? I then kissed and licked up to her throat, which elicited a soft moan from her. When I sucked the cum from her chin, she moved her head slightly and we joined in a long, slow, soft kiss. It surprised me. She was a domme, always in control. Such tenderness and obvious bliss from a deep, loving kiss was not something I had expected. But it was something that I was absolutely enjoying. My cock tried to swell even more, in vain. Which only made me put more of my soul into the kiss, trying to vent my sexual tensions through her. When after long, pleasurable moments she finally broke off the kiss, she looked up into my eyes and whispered, "That was wonderful, baby. I know this is pure torture for you, but men rarely pour everything into a kiss like that. Needy men make the best lovers, honey....you should probably get used to that now that Maria knows." 

I smiled and nodded, shaking a little bit, "Yes, ma'am. Ma'am? May I kiss you again, Mistress?" My voice was filled with need.

"I'd love that, baby...but only for a moment...we don't want your Mistress to become envious, do we?"

I leaned down and she held onto the back of my head as we joined again in a long, passionate, soul-filling kiss. I could have stayed there forever, basking in her essence. 

But alas, the love of my life was waiting on me. I moved over and sat next to her on the couch. We all chatted for awhile, sharing our thoughts on the incredible turns the evening had taken. It was quite late now, and most of us were exhausted. Miranda suggested that rather than everyone trying to drive home, we should all just stay the night. She had a couple of extra bedrooms, or if we wanted to we could sleep on the chaise lounge chairs on the deck. Her back yard has a tall privacy fence and the weather was very pleasant this time of the year.

Everyone decided they would rather stay than try to drive home, very tired and somewhat intoxicated. Maria and I decided to share one of the large lounge chairs on the patio. We made our way there, saying goodnight to everyone. I pointed out that the huge phallus was still protruding prominently from my waist, and Maria hefted it in her hand, saying that I'd just have to sleep on my back. "Who knows? I might wake up in the morning needing a good stiff cock to ride. And if you take your 'real' penis off, I might have to wake someone else up!" She grinned at me mischievously, her eyes laughing. I asked if that meant that I was going to stay locked up overnight and she replied, "You betcha. Gotta keep you primed!"

So here I was, lying on my back on the chaise lounge, my manhood still dripping pre-cum from its cage, the strap-on jutting obscenely up from my crotch. My lovely wife lie next to me, her head resting on my chest, one of her legs draped over mine. I again marveled at the stars as we talked quietly about the changes in our life that had happened so quickly tonight. Maria twirled her fingers in the hair on my chest as she spoke, "So, are you O.K. honey?" 

"Yeah, I think so."

She looked up into my eyes, "What are you thinking? How do you feel about all of this so far?"

"I don't really know what to think yet. I mean, its all happened so fast. I think after we've had some time alone, some time to catch up with it all, we'll have to decide where we'll go with it all. But for now, other than really, really wanting to cum, I'm having fun." I tousled her hair playfully, "What about you? What do you think of it?"

She was quiet for a few moments; "I don't want to hurt you."

"It's alright, honey. We have to be honest with each other."

"I-I---I love making love to you, Sean. But what I've experienced tonight has been incredible. I don't want to lose you, I'll stop if that is what you decide; no, I can't lie. I don't think I could give it up now. But I can't lose you. I don't know where that leaves me." She caressed my face with her hand, "But you have to know that I love only you. The rest of this is just sex."

I laughed quietly, "Yeah, mind blowing, heart stopping sex.."

"I'm sorry." She started to tear up, looking down."

I turned her face back to mine, "No, you don't understand—I'm not just talking about you."

She looked back at me, puzzled, eyes questioning.

"I know this might sound stupid. But even though I haven't been allowed to get off all night, this has been an incredible experience for me too. Its like I am getting all of my sex through you and the others. Even when I'm just watching you scream through an orgasm, its like I'm getting to share it with you because I love you. And, well, I don't want you to be jealous, but these other women cumming all over my face—I don't know if I can explain it. It's just fucking fantastic!"

She smiled with relief and kissed me, for a long time and with a passion that we hadn't shared in a long time. Barely breaking the kiss, she reached down with one hand and jiggled my caged manhood, "And what about this?"

"I don't know. I think I really like being locked up. I know I'd never told you before tonight, but it's been one of my fantasies for a long time. That and being submissive to you, being humiliated sometimes. I'm fucked up, aren't I?"

"If you are, I like it."

"Don't get me wrong—in my fantasies you were always in control of when I got out and got to cum, but I don't know if I could take it all the time. I still need to make love to you."

"Hmmm. We'll see." Back to being precocious.

We both lie back, tired and ready to sleep. Just before she drifted off, Maria whispered, "I love you, Sean."

"I love you too.....Mistress."

To be continued... 



I Lost the Poker Game Ch. 06



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When I awoke that next morning Maria was still next to me, dozing contentedly. The aroma of coffee aroused me—not that way, I love my coffee in the morning. I gently moved my arm from beneath Maria's head, and made my way to the kitchen. Miranda stood next to the counter, waiting on the coffee pot to finish brewing the nectar of life. She was still nude, and was absolutely radiant in the morning light. Packages of bacon, sausage and eggs were out on the counter. She obviously was preparing to cook up a big, hardy breakfast for us. I asked if I could help.

She regarded me for a moment. I'd almost forgotten how ridiculous I looked standing there with a strap-on jutting out in front of me above my caged penis. She grinned, shaking her head, then said of course, she'd love some help.

We shared the tasks of preparing breakfast for everyone. I was famished, and I'm sure everyone else would be too. Marcia staggered in for coffee, and Miranda asked her to go and wake the others, and that they should all have a seat in the dining room, the meal was almost ready.

A few minutes later we were ready. On the counter sat a large tray with the food arrayed upon it, a smaller one with the coffee decanter, orange juice and milk, and a jar filled with creamer and sugar packets. The jar had one of those wire handles on it, attached in two places. 

Miranda handed me the tray with the drinks to carry into the dining room, and she would carry the food. Before she picked up the food, she started to hand me the jar, and realized that my hands were full. She smiled a precocious smile, then hung the jar from my strap-on, "There, that'll do!" She swatted me on the ass and picked up the food tray, leading the way into the dining room.

I knew what was coming as soon as I entered the room.

Maria: "SSSnnnnxxxx. I'm sorry, baby....you look ridiculous!"

Scott: "Ha, ha! Nobody can say that you can't multi-task!"

The others looked over and shared in the laughter. I had to have turned six shades of red. I couldn't get close enough to the table with the jar hanging there to sit the drinks down without spilling the contents. Marcia laughed and took the jar for me, and then the drinks.

We were all famished, and there was little talk as we ate. All that sex had given us quite an appetite.

After we were finished Miranda pointed out that the house had two showers if anybody wanted to bathe. Maria and I volunteered to clean up the dishes while some of the others showered.

Maria and I showered together, which was no easy task with my rubber friend between us. I bathed her first, soaping up her entire body. After all these years I still marvel at the beauty of her body. Her pert, freckled breasts, her perfect ass and long legs. She bathed me next; paying special attention to the parts of my manhood that she could reach.

By the time we returned to the living room we found that Marcia and Scott had already dressed and left, having another commitment to run off to. Monica, James, Miranda and Jerry were still sitting around in the buff, talking current events. 

While we sat around chatting, I couldn't help but look at the others with a sexual eye. After all, I was still on a sexual high, never having had a release. I yearned for my wife's body. Each time I looked at Monica's smooth, coffee colored flesh it brought to mind how her breasts and her sex had felt in my mouth, making me want her desperately. Miranda couldn't hide her silicone filled orbs or her thick, bushy pubic hair, and I longed to taste her again. James' seemingly impossibly large phallus was draped over his thigh, its massive head pressed against his wife's flesh as she sat next to him. Damn it, why couldn't I have been born with one like that?

Monica watched me watching, and stood. She motioned for Maria to follow her into the den, where I could see them talking to each other, conspiring. I wondered what they had in store for me next.

When they returned Monica asked Miranda if she could borrow her bedroom. Miranda said of course. Monica motioned for James and me to follow her and Maria.

Once we had all entered the room Monica told me to stand next to James, which I did. She removed the strap-on from my waist and placed it on a nearby chair. 

Then she addressed me, "Are you happy being a cuckold and a servant?"

I flushed red, "I-I- uh, yes, ma'am."

"Your Mistress wants to move on to the next step, Sean. She needs what my James can give her. Look at his cock. Can you live with that?"

I looked down at the python between his legs and gulped, "Yes, ma'am. I can't deny her."

"Very good. We have discussed it, and we have decided that you have done very well for your first experience with being our servant. Would you like to do the honors, Maria?"

I looked at them, puzzled. Maria moved over to me and looked at me sternly. "I have decided that you should be allowed to cum this morning, but only under certain conditions and only after James and I are finished."

My pulse raced. "Oh, thank you, ma'am. Thank you, thank you..."

She pressed her index finger to my lips to silence me. "Don't thank me quite yet, baby." She smiled. Then she removed the key from around her lovely throat, reached down and unlocked me. Gently, she removed the chastity tube and the retaining ring. 

By the time she stepped back, my cock stood at attention, I moaned just from the sensation of being able to attain an erection. A glorious erection!

Monica stepped in and placed a cock ring around the base of my erection tightly. "This will help you obey. Understand Sean. You will not cum until given permission. And we don't plan to make it easy for you. Do you understand?

"Yes, Mistress Monica."

"Very well. Lay down on the bed with your head near the edge. That's good."

What did they have planned?

Monica got up on the bed and straddled my midsection. Slowly, teasingly, she slid herself down onto my swollen manhood. Oh fuck! How do I describe this to someone that hasn't felt it? My poor tortured cock had been mostly devoid of any sensation whatsoever for hour after hour while I experienced the most erotic events of my life. Now it was enveloped in a hot, satiny, velvety, glove of womanly flesh. I cried out in ecstasy just from her sitting on me. The feel of her sex against my abdomen once she had lowered herself completely was heaven by itself.

"Sean. Sean! Pay attention, Sean. You will not move unless I tell you to. No matter what you feel, you will obey, do you understand?"

I nodded meekly. She looked at me sternly and I struggled to speak, "Yes, ma'am."

Next Maria got onto the bed and straddled me, facing my head. She sat on my face and I sighed as I looked up past her sex, past her breasts to her smiling face. She looked down at me, "Are you ready for this?"

Ready for what? I didn't care. I nodded yes.

Monica took hold of Maria's shoulders and pulled her backwards until Maria was leaning against Monica's chest. I was now looking directly into my wife's lovely sex, her buttocks resting on my chest and pressing into my chin.

I heard Monica's voice directed at Maria, "Are you ready, Maria?"

"Oh, God yes."

I was confused. 

Monica held Maria tight, cupping her breasts to support her. I felt Maria's fingers intertwine themselves with mine, holding hands with me at her sides.

And then it happened. The massive head of James' huge cock came into view above me. He held it in his hand, he hadn't even become fully erect yet, and still it looked enormous. The slit at its top looked like a small mouth. I stared in awe as it was pressed against the tender labia of my wife's sex, dark black contrasted against her creamy flesh only a couple of inches from my face.

I had never been this close to another man's penis before, had never wanted to be. But now I was simply awestruck. 

I heard Monica's voice, and it took me awhile to comprehend her words, "Sean, this is the most intimate way for you to share in your wife's experience. Ooh, I can tell you like it, too. You feel good inside of me, Sean. Nothing like James of course, but nice. Why don't you give James some help there? Give him some lubrication so he doesn't hurt your lovely Mistress."

What? I'm not gay!

"Do you want his penis in your mouth, Sean?"

"No, ma'am."

She must have read my mind.

"Then you are not gay, honey. Doing it because I ask you to is not the same as craving his cock. Now do it."

I hesitantly projected my tongue up and licked the underside of his fleshy meat. He let it drop to my mouth, and I tried to envelop it in my mouth as best I could, slathering it with my saliva. It swelled in my mouth. Holy crap! What a strange sensation. It was becoming hard, but felt soft and pliant at the same time. I got him as wet as I could, hoping that he would decide it was enough before he tore my jaws apart.

Thankfully he lifted his now erect pole up and placed it back against the entrance to my wife's velvety womanhood. I heard her gasp. Slowly, gently, he pressed it against her while moving it from side to side tenderly, working the head inside of her. She was gyrating her hips on my chest and face, trying to accept his girth. She was ranging from a low moan to needy whimpers and back again.

Suddenly the flaring head disappeared entirely within her. His penis was so long that I couldn't even see his balls above my head yet. He placed his hands on her hips to support her, and pressed himself firmly into her. It seemed like that incredible piston would go on forever. I could smell Maria's arousal; her musk filling my nostrils as much as James' cock filled my view. 

I could hear Maria whimpering, "Oh, oh, OH GOD! I can't! I can't! YESSS!! MMMPPPPHHHHH.....ungh...unghhhh...don't stop..."

And Monica reassuring her, "You can do it, baby. Just fuck yourself against him, and you can do it."

It seemed to take forever. Finally his balls came into view, only about two more inches and he'd be all the way into her.

She was almost crying. He stopped and remained still, his deep baritone voice; "I can stop here if you need me to Missy. You O.K.?"

"Just give me a minute...." Grinding herself against him slowly, "Now, just do it! I want it all!"

James held her hips tightly and suddenly pressed the last two inches forward firmly, his balls slapping across my face as he did so. Shit! I was looking up into my wife's impossibly stretched sex, a huge cock buried to the hilt, its black balls covering my mouth, and a man's buttocks. How did I get here?

James remained still until Maria recovered. Any thought of the repercussions for her husband had long left her mind as she told him she was ready, "Please fuck me now! Give it to me, pleaaaase."

He slowly drew himself out of her until I could again see the massive head of his cock, then he pressed himself into her again. He did this several times, each time slapping me with his balls. Satisfied that she was sufficiently opened up and lubricated for him, he tapped my shoulder, "You O.K. down there, buddy?"

"mmmmpppphhhh. Mmhuh."

Then he drew himself all the way out of her, but this time he hammered his cock back into her violently, slamming her back against Monica. This resulted in an almost panicked cry from both Maria and me, because when Maria pressed hard against Monica, Monica's tender sex pressed hard against my straining erection. Oh, man! 

Now he began fucking her in earnest. Slamming into her over and over and over again. She would cry out in ecstasy, and so would I, because every time he pounded into her, Monica would pound onto me.

Monica admonished me not to cum. Punishment would be severe. I was so thankful now that she had put the cock ring on me!

There was somewhat of a difference in Maria's oratory as opposed to mine. 

As James pounded relentlessly into her she would cry out, "Oh God YES! Ohohohohohohohoh....MY.....FUCKING.....GAWD!!!!! Thank you! I'm cumming again!!!!!!!!!!!! Please! YES!!!" I could tell that her head was thrashing back and forth as she screamed through one orgasm after another.

My cries on the other hand were muffled. Each time James pulled out of her, Maria's sex chased after him, and the globes of her ass would cover my mouth. Then he would slam back into her, and if I were unfortunate enough to have my mouth out in an ecstatic cry, it would be filled with his enormous testes.

"MMMPPPPHHH!!! MMMMMmmmmMMM....OH GAW---uuulllmpp...." Gasping for air, "I-I-ooowwww!!!!"

I could hear Monica moaning with pleasure also. I might not be huge, but each time James pounded into Maria, he was forcing my cock to grind against Monica's clit and her g-spot. Maria's back was rubbing against Monica's erect nipples each time they moved. Almost as payback for that added pleasure, Monica was twisting and tugging at Maria's hard, tender nipples.

It didn't seem like it would ever end! James had incredible stamina anyway, and after having sex so many times recently, he was a fucking dynamo now. I lost track of time as I tried to focus all my efforts on NOT cumming myself until I was told that I could. Later I would find out that he had gone on for nearly an hour. It occurred to me that the way Monica had us set up, James was fucking the hell out of three of us at once.

I don't know how many orgasms Maria had. It seemed like she was going from one orgasm to another the entire time. I could tell that Monica came several times also, her cries reaching me in my tiny little world occasionally, and the hot jets of her cum bathing my needy cock.

I suddenly realized that I was no longer being slapped in the face with those big sacks attached to the ebony piston sliding back and forth above me. I thought 'that's weird', and then I knew what it meant. They had drawn up tight against James' body, which could only mean one thing. As if on cue, I heard him groan and saw him slam himself hard into my wife and stay there. He roared as his release came to him. 

Maria cried out as jet after hot jet of his cum shot deep into her cavern, filling her up. "Unnnggghhhh! YES, give it to me! Damn it's hot! I'm cuuuuuummmmmiiiiiiinnngggggggggAAAAAUUUUGGGGGHHH!"

Monica held Maria tight, supporting her through yet another earth-shattering orgasm. 

Damn I needed to cum! It had been at least 18 hours since I'd even been able to have an erection, and during that time I'd experienced many of the most erotic sessions I'd ever had or dreamed of. For the last hour Monica's velvety insides had been gyrating against me, driving me insane. 

I don't know if she read my thoughts, or if this was part of her plan. Unseen to me, she tapped James on the shoulder and he suddenly removed himself from my wife, his heavy cock dragging itself across my shocked face as he did so. Air! I could breathe air that wasn't filled with the musk and sweat of my wife and her lover. I took a big gulping breath, and it was good that I did so.

Seemingly in one motion Monica pushed my wife up to a sitting position, reached down and yanked the cock ring from my manhood and started riding me with gusto.

That's all it took. I thought my penis was exploding, blowing the head off of it and into this beautiful Nubian seductress. It seemed as if every last bit of stress, every emotion that I'd ever had shot out of my body through my manhood in an instant. My entire body was drawn tight.

I screamed. I don't mean that I cried out. I mean that I let out a blood curdling scream, and with all the power my lungs could muster. But the lovingly evil domme even had a plan for that. 

As I screamed out, she was pushing my wife's sopping, battered, cum filled pussy onto my wide-open mouth. 

"AAAUUGGGHHHHHMMMMPPPPPPPGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!"

My screams were now muffled, my face completely covered by flesh, load after hot load of James' cum falling into my mouth. I couldn't stop crying out from the most intense orgasm that I have ever had, and my cries sent reverberations through my spouse, who was almost hyperventilating at this point. The twisted eroticism of the moment sent her into another violent series of orgasms, which only served to force even more fluids into my mouth. 

I struggled to swallow it as quickly as I could, some of it overflowing and running down my cheeks. Finally I managed to swallow it all, but my overwhelming "ordeal" still wasn't over.

My face still buried in Maria's wrecked sex, Monica didn't stop slamming down onto my cock to let me recover, she pounded me relentlessly, squeezing and pushing forward and back on my deliciously traumatized cock.

I know that many of you out there will say that I am lying. I am not. Did you know that men also could have multiple orgasms? Look it up. They just have to be teased, tormented and built up to an incredibly high point of arousal first. And then they have to have a mercilessly loving woman force them well beyond what they thought they could take.

I think I could live to be a hundred and never top the intensity of that moment. I was gasping for air when I could, screaming out through orgasm after orgasm, trying to thrash my head back and forth as much as I could between Maria's thighs, my fists pounding into the mattress repeatedly. My body was convulsing violently, so much so that I had raised my midsection up, carrying Monica with me, and she was now literally standing on the bed in order to continue slamming her self upon me. 

And to top all of this off, both women that were mounted upon me were shuddering through their own orgasms.

I honestly can't tell you how long it lasted. Only that it seemed to go on forever, and that I wanted it to.

But at long last I fell back to the bed, completely spent, totally exhausted. Both of the girls fell against each other for support as they tried to recover. Which meant that I could finally gasp in full breaths of air. 

When she could finally find the strength to move, Maria sat, straddling my chest and looking down into my eyes. We both said, "I love you" in unison, then laughed as she stroked my sweat soaked hair. She sighed and fell away, lying in exhaustion on the bed next to me.

Monica removed herself from my now flaccid member and took Maria's place straddling my chest. I looked up at her in amazement at what she had done to me, "Thank you. Thank you ma'am, thank you."

"You're certainly welcome, honey. That was really good, wasn't it?"

"Oh, ma'am I can't tell you how grea..mmmmpppphhhhhuuuulllppp."

She moved forward halfway through my litany of thanks, covering my face with her sex. This time my own copious cum, mixed with her fluids, flowed into my open mouth.

Yum. Damn she tasted and felt good.

As I paid tender homage to her creamy nether regions, I wondered to myself; what was the best way to tell Maria that I wanted her to treat me like this from now on?