25 comments/ 97207 views/ 32 favorites The Lickbox By: MrKitty Garry "How was dinner with Helen?" I asked my wife Samantha after she got home. Sam sighed. "Terrible. She really gave me an earful about her relationship with Frank. It's safe to say she's not at all satisfied in the bedroom." "Oh? Anything you can share?" I asked hopefully. I always thought Helen was one of Sam's hotter friends, and although I wasn't happy to hear that she was doing poorly, the ever-present male undercurrent of lust made me want the sordid details. Samantha spilled the beans. Helen and Frank hadn't had sex since Christmas—over six months—and she was desperate! The couple times she had gotten any from him, it was very perfunctory: wham bam thank you ma'am. Plus, Helen loved to receive oral sex, yet Frank had only ever gone down on her two or three times during their entire marriage. Sam told me that Helen didn't believe in divorce, but she was going out of her mind with pent-up desire. This really made me mad. I didn't really respect Frank in the first place, but to see him treat a beautiful woman like that was really disgusting. I absolutely loved going down on a woman, and Samantha knew it well. She always bragged to me about how amazing my tongue felt on her pussy, and I loved to keep it there. And sometimes she bragged in a very round-about way to her friends about my talents. She ended her description of Helen's complaints to me with "It's too bad I can't rent you out." My cock involuntarily twitched. The thought of being a pussy slave to two beautiful women—my wife and her friend—was very exciting, and passion rushed through my veins. I answered, trying not to sound too eager, "Yes, that is too bad!" Sam knew what I was thinking. "Look, don't get any bright ideas. Although I don't really consider oral sex cheating, I could never have you service one of my friends. That would totally ruin our friendship, and probably wouldn't be all that great for our marriage, either." "Well, I suppose I agree about that," I replied thoughtfully. After a moment I added, "But what if I could provide a valuable service like that without me knowing who I'm eating, and without her knowing it's me?" Samantha looked at me quizzically. "Let me get this straight. You'll eat Helen. But she won't know it's you, and you won't know it's her?" "That's what I'm proposing." "Well, I guess I won't consider that cheating since it's only oral sex. You'll get to lick another woman, which I know you adore. Helen will have her first vibrator-less orgasm of the year, no thanks to her selfish husband. I'll be saved the embarrassment of being humiliated in front of my friends, and have a little secret thrill knowing I'm pimping you out. I hate to say that I'm considering this, but I actually don't see the downside! Except of course, what you're suggesting is impossible." "Let me worry about that," I said. "Are you sure that it's okay? I don't want regrets afterwards." Sam hesitated. "Can I sleep on it?" I heartily agreed, "Of course." Samantha The night before, I had gone out with my friend Helen. She told me about how sexless her marriage had become—I had no idea. The poor girl was not getting laid at all, and my husband Garry weaseled the details out of me. I'm not normally a dirty girl, but he suggested something that really made my fantasies run wild. I was joking about pimping him out to service her, and he said that if he could do that without either he or Helen knowing who it was, would I agree? I spent the rest of the night thinking about it non-stop. His offer to service my friend was interesting. Of course, if the person giving her head was anonymous, I'm sure she would go for it. She told me she was on the verge of just going to a bar and picking the first anonymous fuck she could find to get any kind of action. A more controlled environment would be much safer for her. I know Garry's a pussy hound. He loves to go down on me. I can drive him wild by rubbing my finger between my wet lips, and then waving it under his nose so he can pick up my scent. It's almost sad how easily I can control him by rewarding or withholding a taste of me. I try not to abuse it, but I have been known to let him lick me only after he completes a particularly terrible "honey-do" around the house. It's bad to abuse my power, but sometimes it's the quickest and easiest way to get things done. I have to say that the thought of using Garry as a rent-boy really turned me on. I gave me a thrill when I tortured and teased him with pussy deprivation. Seeing just how desperately he ate me after I finally gave him the chance was completely hot. And thinking about the extra level of torture, enticing him with another woman's pussy? Fantastic. I loved the idea of being his pimp, telling him who he could lick and when and how long he could lick her. Seeing him on his knees in front of another woman: through him I would be indirectly give her an orgasm. I would never consider letting him fuck another woman. That is cheating in my book, pure and simple. For some reason, oral sex isn't the same. And I wouldn't want him going back for seconds without my approval. I think I could live with him eating another woman, but I wouldn't allow it if he wanted anything more. I had dirty dreams all night. Man after man going down on me, eating my pussy, fingering me senseless. I couldn't see their faces, so I could never be sure who it was. In parts of the dream, Helen was laying beside me, also with her legs spread wide, having her own team of men lined up one after another. They were licking us both at the same time. We were holding hands when we came, and she would turn towards me and smile thanking me. I looked down between her legs, and I could see my husband's face smiling up at me. When I woke up, my pussy was damp. I felt the sheets underneath, and there was a wet spot. I don't know if I came in my sleep or not, but I must have been close. That pretty much clinched it—if Garry could figure out how to do it without anyone knowing anything, I would let him. I turned over in bed to tell him this, but he had already gotten up. I sat on the edge of the bed, and I pushed my fingertips inside myself, making sure they were nice and wet. I walked into the bathroom and got my robe, and went downstairs. Garry was sitting at the kitchen table scratching on a pad of paper and sipping a coffee. I came up behind him, and hugged him from behind. I leaned down and whispered in his ear. "If you can make it anonymous for everyone, you can do it." "Really?" he said, as if he had just won super-bowl tickets. "I promise," I replied. I took my still wet fingers and rubbed them across his upper lip. With my wet musk under his nose it didn't take anytime at all for him to get my other message either. He turned around, and lifted my robe, gazing at my pussy. Garry admired me and said, "God, you're gorgeous." He kissed my bellybutton, and trailed a small chain of kisses down my belly to the top of my fur. He looked up at me. "I mean, all of you, not just your pussy. But her too." I reached my hand into his hair, and softly pulled him into me. "Please don't stop," I whispered huskily to him. He put one arm around my waist to support me, and with the other propped up my foot on the chair he was sitting on, spreading my thighs. My wet vulva was now open, and he dipped his head gently to give me a kiss on my exposed pussy. He delicately parted my lips and started peppering my bush with slow, wet, sloppy kisses. I tilted my head back with a sigh, and pulled his head deeper into me. He suckled at my cunt, licking and slurping her like a little boy enjoying an ice cream cone. He slid two fingers inside me, and started simultaneously milking my G-spot. After my night of wet dreams, I couldn't last long against his combined onslaught, and I cried out as I came, forcefully pulling his mouth against my pussy as tight as I could as each wave passed through me. I finally came down from my orgasm and a little weak in the legs, plopped down next to him. "Good morning sleepy-head," he said with a shit-eating grin, wiping my moisture from his mouth with the back of his hand. "Good morning," I gave him a breathy reply, my pleasure-lidded eyes barely keeping open. "Do you want to see what I've been doing this morning? Other than eating you out, of course?" I gave him a demure glance. "Sure. What?" "Take a look," he said, as he pushed the pad of paper across to me. I looked at it, and it was a rough schematic of something. "What is it?" Garry gave me a huge grin. "Look very carefully, and tell me what you see." I looked at it again, trying to shake the remnants of the orgasm from me. The drawing had measurements and lines all over it. I started describing it to him. "It's a box. But it looks like there's a horse saddle on top." "Yep. Keep going." It finally dawned on me what it might be, but I wanted him to tell me. "What is this?" "This my dear, is something that will let me lick your friends without them knowing it's me, and without me knowing who I'm licking. I call it, appropriately enough, a Lickbox." I stared at the paper wide-eyed. I could see that the box was large enough for a man to sit in; a dashed line outline of a figure sitting on his heels showed the position. The box had a rounded frame on top. In the center on the crest was where the saddle was placed. It was like a cross between a mechanical bull and a motorcycle, except there was a cutout near the top of the saddle, conveniently right near the seated figure's head. The sides of the box had stirrups like mechanical bull, presumably for the rider's enjoyment. There were a couple of other lines and notations I didn't understand, but I certainly got the basic gist. I pointed to the diagram. "So, she sits here, you can't see her, and she can't see you. Clever!" The thought of my husband in the box, servicing a woman he couldn't see started to turn me on again. "Right. I'm still working out a few details, but I have it basically designed. And I know how to frame it and fiberglass it too," Garry added. "How on earth am I going to convince her to sit on there?" I asked incredulously. Again, Garry gave me a smile. "I've thought of that too. You pretend you've been selected to demo a new sex toy for women. There's all kinds of Sybian and vibrator parties; this is just another one. Invite a few other friends so it's legitimate. They can all try it out so nobody is too embarrassed to do it alone." "Now wait a minute! I said you could eat Helen, not a whole troupe of women!" I protested. "How do you suppose I would not know who I'm going down on? If it's just Helen who rides, I'll know. If it's you and Helen, I'll recognize the taste and scent of your pussy so I'll know then too. The only way I can not know who it is, is with several women. Besides, if you're okay with me eating one woman anonymously, aren't you okay with me eating more than one? You're the one who does the selection process, so it's totally in your control." I had to admit, he had me there. If I was going to pimp out my husband's tongue, I would have to do it big time. Helen I had a tearful, but useful, night of venting about my awful sex life to my best friend Sam. She was a great friend, and she would do anything for me. She listened patiently, and helped me prop up my fragile ego. My husband Frank never seemed to be interested in sex, and I just wasn't feeling attractive anymore. But I still had urges, and my vibrator just wasn't cutting it these days. Thank God for a friend like her to confide in. The next week Sam called me up, all bubbly. "Hey, whatcha doing Friday?" she said. "Not sure, let me look." I grabbed my day timer. "Nothing. Why?" Sam giggled, "Can you come to a party I'm hosting?" "Sure! What's the occasion?" "I've been asked to be a local rep for a new woman's sex toy. I know how things are for you lately, and so I thought you might be especially interested to spice things up." "You know it girl!" After a short pause, Sam added, "Say Helen?" "Yeah?" "Come wearing a skirt, but no panties." She couldn't see me over the phone, but I blushed. "Are you serious?" "It's for the demonstration. I'm asking all the girls to do the same." "Okay, I guess I can muster up the courage if I'm not the only one. Who else is coming?" "Oh, you'll know most everyone, but it will be a pretty small party. This isn't the kind of thing I want to spread around, if you know what I mean." "Sure, gotcha. What time?" "Around 6 o'clock. I'll have snacks, so you don't need to eat dinner." "Sounds great—looking forward to it!" I was wondering about what could be an interesting change of pace for my non-existent sex life. When Friday came around, I left Frank a note telling him I'd be out for the evening with friends. I changed into a red top and a flirty plaid skirt: not a schoolgirl number, but maybe just a little young for me. But what the hell—I couldn't part with it from younger years, and an occasion like this seemed to be a just cause to bring out a little of my inner slut. I made sure to take off my panties too, but I wadded them up and stashed them in my purse just in case. I got to Samantha's house at six on the dot. Sam welcomed me in and let me to the living room. The light was low, mostly candles and votives, and some soft jazz music was playing with a volume noticeable, but just below conversation level. Scattered around were several trays of appetizers and small nibbles. In the center of the room was a large object, covered by a sheet. "You're the first girl here. Wine?" Sam asked. "Please. Do you have anything chilled?" "I just took a white out of the fridge. I'll go open it and get a couple of glasses." She stepped out for a moment, and came back with two tumblers generously full of Chardonnay. "You'll be wanting this," she said, nodding towards the enormous amount of wine she was handing me. I was curious. "How did you get Garry out of the house?" I asked. Sam smiled a big smile, and said "I asked him to do a special project for me." I laughed. "You're a lucky woman. He really treats you right." Sam laughed too. "Well, he treats everybody right." I had to agree. "Yeah, he's always been very nice to me. Probably nicer than my own husband." Sam turned away for a moment, lifting her hand to her mouth to stifle a cough, and then with a grin said "Well, that's just the kind of guy he is." The doorbell rang, and Sam went to greet the next guest. It was Misaki, an old friend of Sam's that she had met at work. I had met her a few times before, but we didn't really know each other that well. It seemed that us girls must have been eager to start, since two of her other friends arrived at almost the same time immediately after Misaki. Paige and Georgia were friends of Sam's from college, and I did know them pretty well, having been to a lot of the same parties. It would just be the five of us. Sam got us all seated, passed around more wine. For a while we had some small talk and expectantly nibbled at the trays of food, and Sam finally said "Well, this is it!" We all laughed and blushed, with the obvious contraption covered on the floor in the middle of us. She continued. "I've been asked by a distributor for an adult products company to try out a prototype for a revolutionary new sex toy for women. I wanted to pick you all because I know you very well, and since you're all here, I guess you've all got at least some interest in sex." At this she smiled, and gave me a sideways glance. "Remember, this is just a prototype, so it may be a little rough. The manufacturer is looking for feedback, so be honest and don't hold back. They've also asked us to do demonstrations in a group setting, so I wanted to pick women who could be comfortable with each other. And yes, that means that one of you will be using the device while the other girls watch. I hope that we can move past any embarrassment and treat this as a bonding experience. But I certainly understand if you can't expose yourself like that. If anyone is too freaked out by this, you can go now." Samantha held the room and scanned around the other girls' faces. We were all a little pink in the face, but nobody said a word. I didn't know if I could or would come in front of the other girls, but at this point I was so horny and so curious, that I wouldn't let fear rule me, so I stayed put. I suspect that the other girls felt the same way. Tension visibly lifted from Sam's face. "Great! I was hoping you would all stay. Okay, so you've heard of the Sybian, right?" We all nodded softly, some more emphatic than others. Sam grasped the sheet covering the object in the center between her fingertips. "The name here is still being worked out, but I present to you the Lickbox!" With that, she pulled the sheet from the device with a flourish. It was a large white rounded machine with a black leather saddle on top. It was much bigger than a Sybian, and in fact looked more like a mechanical bull. The saddle was a black leather Western saddle, complete with a horn. Dangling below the saddle were couple of long straps with foot rings at the end. At the back were small indents for your feet so you could climb up the thing. On top in front of the saddle were big red and green buttons: one each. I was the first to pipe up. "Wow. Looks neat, and with the non-mass produced look I can tell it's a prototype. But I don't get it. How does it work?" Sam pointed to the front of the saddle. "This little velvet part here massages your bits. You know the Shiatsu massage chairs in Bed Bath and Beyond? It's kind of like that, but far more gentle." I looked where she was pointing, and saw that I had missed the velvet patch in my first glance. The curve of the saddle was such that a woman would have to spread her legs wide to sit. There was a large area cut out from the front of the leather saddle where the saddle sloped up that would easily cover a woman's entire vulva. "This is why I wanted you all to wear skirts with no panties. You can sit on the Lickbox and get stimulated without anybody else seeing what's happening. Of course, we'll probably see the results!" Sam blurted. We all giggled, and looked at each other nervously. Most of the girls took big swigs from their remaining wine. Sam reached to the table behind her and grabbed a hat. "I'll ride it first to break the ice. After my ride, you'll grab a number to figure out the order. We all get to ride, for as long as you want. Make sure that you don't say which number you are out loud—we want to keep the suspense. You can make as much noise as you want: this is a party. We should all be having fun!" Sam passed around the hat, and I drew my number. I lucked out—number two! Sam wasted no time, and climbed up the back of the device, lifting her skirt to fall all around her waist as she seated herself in the saddle. I could tell she had tried out the machine a couple of times already before we came, because she knew exactly where to put her feet in the stirrups, and she grabbed the saddle's horn with confidence. "The red button turns it on. You have to press it again to turn it off before you step off. Here goes!" she cried, pushing the red button. A small motor sound started, like a fan. It was surprisingly quiet for such a large machine. Samatha's skirt pooled completely around her legs so we couldn't see what was happening, but the machine had definitely started its massage. Sam starting softly moaning, with her head tilted back. She kept her eyes closed, but if she had looked around she would have seen all of her friends staring at her with open-eyed amazement. We were completely silent in rapt attention as she started getting worked up; her hips were rocking back and forth against the machine. The Lickbox Sam explained very softly "This button controls the dildo insertion," as she pressed the green button. She groaned loudly, and grasped the horn with both hands. Her body was swaying to beat of the music that I had forgotten was playing. Sam was whimpering softly, pumping her hips against the machine with her head thrown back and her auburn hair cascading down her back. It hadn't been very long before she had turned on the machine, maybe five minutes at most, when Samantha cried out and shuddered on the Lickbox. She sat there quietly panting for several moments, when she finally leaned forward and pressed the red button and the fan noise stopped. Misaki, Paige, Georgia, and I all looked at each other, then at her, then at each other again, hardly believing what we had just witnessed. I wasn't a lesbian, but seeing my friend being pleasured like that, with a look of pure ecstasy on her face made me love her deeply—I wanted to share and connect with her. I felt bonded with her, and with all of the other women who shared our event. The girls who were sitting next to each other held hands. Sam opened her eyes and glanced around the room sheepishly. We were all so empowered by her bravery of opening the most intimate of moments with us, that we started clapping, hooting, and hollering. We all helped lift her off the Lickbox, touching her arms and hair gently. I triumphantly held up the paper with #2 and showed the others. It was my turn next. Not having had quality orgasms for a long time, I climbed up the back of the machine with eager anticipation. I spread myself to sit astride the saddle, and fussed with the skirt around my legs and butt. I moved myself to press the velvet patch tight against my pussy. Finding positions for my legs, I finally got my feet in the stirrups. I looked around at the other girls, and they were eyeing me with curiosity and what was definitely a touch of lust; they could sense that they too would soon be next. Just as I was about to press the red button, Sam leaned in very close to my ear and whispered low so the others wouldn't hear. "Don't spoil the surprise for the others." She gave me a knowing wink, but I had no clue as to what she was talking about. Then louder she added "Go ahead, and hold on!" I pressed the red button. I heard the fan turn on, and then I felt the velvet patch drop back into the machine. After several seconds of feeling nothing, I felt the very softest touches against my pussy. I wasn't prepared for what I felt next; it was most definitely a human mouth! I shouted out "Oh!" in surprise, and lifted my rear off the seat an inch or two and fell back down. The very soft kissing of my pussy continued, and I was too stunned to move. I reeled from the shock of it, having completely expecting a machine but feeling what was most definitely a man's mouth and tongue, kissing and licking me up and down my pussy. Sam looked at me with worry and asked, "Are you okay? Want to turn it off?" I must have looked very surprised and upset, because the other girls mirrored Sam's emotions. But only Sam knew what really had happened. I gulped. "No, I'm just a little surprised at how realistic the movement is, that's all." It was true; I was surprised. But it felt good, and I did not want it to stop. After years of being married, my husband Frank never wanted to eat me. He had given it two piss poor attempts, and even then he'd left me more frustrated than before he started. He had even gotten to the point where he never even bothered sleeping with me. If Sam had hired some gigolo to service all of us, I'd be god damned if I would pass up on that opportunity. The man licking me knew what he was doing, and his tongue was now traveling up and down my folds, gently probing and exploring in a way I'd never had the pleasure to feel. My eyes were closed so that I could concentrate on the sensations. Now that I had relaxed a little, I let my body react naturally. I felt the man's mouth under me, sucking me, licking me, probing me, his tongue darting inside my opening, gently parting my lips, his lips open-mouth kissing my now fully wet pussy. It felt so amazing, letting this stranger explore my pussy with his mouth. He teased and tempted me for several minutes before he started sucking on my clitoris in earnest. I did not have any desire to let it end sooner than I could hold out, but the curiosity about the green button was killing me. I finally couldn't take it any more, and tentatively pressed the button. Immediately I felt his lubricated finger probe my opening, and then slowly slide deep into me. With his finger, he pumped me slowly but firmly, all the while sucking my clit with the same rhythm. His finger-fucking and sucking were bringing me close, but I didn't want it to end. I pressed the green button again. I could tell the mysterious man in the box wasn't sure what to do because he hesitated, but then he obediently withdrew his finger. Without him finger-fucking me I could last much longer, and I wanted to savor this as long as possible. In response to pulling out his finger though, his sucking on my clit became more urgent: stronger deeper sucks, and slightly quicker. I found myself unconsciously humping the saddle with my hips, just like I had seen Sam do, pressing myself as close to the stranger's mouth as the device would allow. I couldn't really keep track of time, but I knew I had been riding the Lickbox a lot longer than Sam was able to last. My orgasm was building, a very long time in coming from all the years of my frustrated pent-up sexual energy. I new that even though he was only sucking my clit, I would come soon, and so I pushed the green button once more to hasten it along. This time, his finger slid into me quickly and forcefully, and the finger and mouth again worked me in concert, desperate to make me come. They didn't have long to wait, as the combination soon brought me over the edge. "Jesus Christ!" I yelled as I came, shaking and fucking my hips against the saddle for all I was worth, with one hand on the saddle horn and the other hand in the air like a cowgirl. I was loudly grunting with each passing wave, and after my orgasm had finally died down, the rest of the room came into focus and I realized that the other girls had been shouting and cheering. I also noticed that the stranger's mouth and finger had slowed but were still fucking me, sucking me. I was so sensitive that I wanted it to stop, but I had been horny so long that I didn't want it to stop. I let it continue for a while more, laying exhausted over the horn. "Hey, it's my turn next," I heard Paige say. "Everyone can ride as long as they want," Sam quietly reminded her. I looked at Sam and softly said "Thank you. I'm not quite done yet, but I'll be done soon." The mouth and finger kept sucking my clit and thrusting against my G-spot, almost imperceptibly slow at first, but gradually picking up speed again as I was able to recover. Eventually they were back fucking me at a reasonable pace, and I was once again grinding myself against the saddle, trying to push my pussy into the man's face. The finger temporarily slid out, but then very quickly two fingers slid back in its place. I rolled my eyes back in my head and let the strange man fuck me, every sense once again trained on what I was feeling from the "machine." The new double-fingering and resumed vigor at sucking on my clit was having its effect and I was just on the verge of my second orgasm, teetering on the edge for many frustrating seconds, when I felt a lubricated fingertip press just outside my asshole. He didn't insert his finger into my rear, but just pressed there where it was soft and sensitive, and that unexpected jolt was enough to send me over edge again, yelling and bucking on the saddle. I finally relinquished control, pressing the red button to turn it off. I felt him pull his fingers out, make a quick wipe of my now sopping wet pussy with a towel or washcloth, and the velvet panel snap back into place. I staggered off of the saddle, the other girls helping me to stand. Garry Working on building the Lickbox was great fun. My wife Sam had helped me try it out as I worked, pointing out little refinements and enjoying me "anonymously" licking her cunt from within the box each and every time I needed a test subject. After a couple weeks of building and perfecting it, the big night was finally here. She had prepared a party for the friends she was inviting, and she helped me move the Lickbox into the center of the living room. When it was about time for her friends to arrive, I opened the hatch and crawled inside. It was stiflingly warm and stuffy in there, and would have been too uncomfortable for long stretches. I had outfitted the box with a fan to cool me off that also doubled as the signal for me to start. That way when I was really sweating from performing my duties, I'd be cooled off at the same time. While the fan was on, I had also rigged a small dim light to turn on, illuminating the woman's pussy so I could see her in all her glory. With the fan and light off, it was completely dark inside the Lickbox. I had my watch with a backlight so I could check the time, a couple bottles of water for when I got parched, and a box of wet wipes for cleaning up the objects of my affection once I was done pleasuring them. I sat patiently in the dark box, adjusting myself to be as comfortable as I could be while I waited. I was eagerly awaiting my prize, woman after delicious woman to delight with my mouth. I could hear muffled sounds from outside that let me know that some of the other girls must have arrived. I figured that I would be too warm for clothes, so opted to leave them off. I shifted nervously—although the women couldn't see me, I was completely naked in the box, and I felt exposed and vulnerable. It seemed like an eternity, uncomfortably crouched in the dark box, often glancing at my watch as the only visible passage of time. Finally, there were two kicks on the side of the box, and that was my cue: I knew Sam would be jumping on top soon. I got myself into licking position, face near the velvet window. After some loud amplified sounds in the box as she mounted and seated herself, the fan and light kicked on, and it was go time. I pulled down the velvet curtain, and the feeble light that shone on my Sam's beautiful pussy was bright to my dark accustomed eyes. I spent a second or two, staring at her pussy fur and lips and her well remembered freckles, confirming it was my wife before I dove into my task. I gave her a gentle but insistent "Thank you" kiss on her pussy as if it were her mouth, hoping that she would understand it for the gesture it was. I wanted to thank her for her generosity, letting me savor her and her friends as my ultimate fantasy. I broke my opening kiss and I moved to start more seriously kissing and licking her. I doubly confirmed it was Sam when I brought my face close; I recognized her musk, and I rubbed my nose in her lips, drawing deeply her perfume. I could tell she was already very excited before she sat down; her lips were wet with moisture, and I licked her damp hole, feeding myself on her wetness. Between the muffled music and amplified sounds of her body knocking against the box, I couldn't really hear her moans, which was my normal cue for how to pace myself. Instead, I had to rely on the insistence that she thrust herself up against the saddle opening, trying to rhythmically buck her pussy as close to my mouth as she could. I was able to quickly figure out the speed she needed, and I was in heaven just suckling at her clit when I got a jolt to my nuts. I had temporarily forgotten about that! The green button was the signal to put my finger inside her, and I knew when I was designing it that I'd be too blissfully focused on eating the woman, eyes closed and face pushed into her cunt, to pay attention to any other visual signals. So I had rigged it up to a small buzzer, which I had put on a strap and fastened around my balls. I knew that this was one signal I wouldn't ever be able to ignore. I obediently took my finger and wet it in my mouth, then pressing it against her opening. She was very wet, and I easily slid inside, and I repositioned myself so I could go back to sucking her clit while I fingered her. I knew that this combination was going to be hard for her to last too long, so I slowed myself very gradually, trying to let her last longer but still making sure she was enjoying herself. Despite my pacing, it was not long after she had me add my finger before she was coming, and I could finally hear her cries as she was rubbing her pussy against the opening and my mouth like an animal. She rested for a few seconds, my mouth gently cupping her clit and finger motionless inside her when the fan and light went off. I struggled to compose myself. I had a rock hard cock at this point, but I ignored it, grabbing a wet nap and cleaning her brusquely, then snapping the velvet curtain back into place. I knew that from here on out would be an adventure—all new women and new beautiful pussies to take care of! It probably wouldn't be long before the next girl got on, so while it was still dark, I quickly reached for myself and started pumping my cock in desperation. I didn't get far before the fan and light kicked back on. I was trembling with anticipation as I reached up and removed the small black square. I stared with amazement—this woman was shaved! My Sam kept her pussy fur, although it was neatly trimmed. But this woman was bare and beautiful, and I loved it. I stared fully at her beautiful pussy for a couple seconds before I very gently sprinkled my fingertips across her lips. I started with a soft and gentle kiss. She immediately jolted off the seat, and very briefly through the window I could see her thighs and skirt before she settled back into place and my only view was her pussy again. I knew I had surprised her, and she wasn't expecting a human mouth, so I started back again, very slowly, very measured, with delicate little kisses against her soft bare flesh. Eventually she relaxed, and I allowed myself to become a little more bold, exploring her crevices with my nose and my tongue. This woman smelled different—stronger, with different fragrance notes than my Sam. I adored it, and I let myself get lost in her, gently nibbling her pussy lips, my teeth covered with my own lips, gently letting the flat of my tongue slowly lap at her in brief strokes, and then moving back to kisses, this time full and wet. After several minutes of roaming up and down her slit and her outer lips, I started kissing her clit. She was full and engorged, and her clit seemed to readily accept my gentle kisses. I placed my parted wet mouth on her clit, and slowly sucked, drawing her into my mouth as far as I could, then releasing the pressure, softly cycling between sucking and releasing her clit. The buzzer zapped my balls again, and this time I confidently took my extended middle finger, placed it against her hole, and started pressing it in. Her vagina was slick with wetness, and it slid into her easily. I synchronized my pumping finger to my sucking mouth. I hadn't had my finger inside her for very long before I felt the buzzer vibrating against my balls once more. Did she want two fingers now? Or was she asking me to stop? I paused for a moment trying to decide what she wanted, and I pulled my finger out, assuming that she'd buzz me again if she meant something different. No buzz, so I assumed she must have been getting too much stimulation, and she needed me to remove my finger. I lost myself in sucking this new woman, and she was feeding me her pussy but good, humping her cunt against my mouth as I greedily devoured her. She lasted quite a long time, but I continued my administration with pleasure. With the free hand she had given me I was strangling my cock, trying to prevent myself from coming when she buzzed for my finger again. I let go of my suffering member, and put my finger back where it belonged inside her. This time I was relentless. I could sense her vibrating on the edge, and I fucked her with my finger and sucked her clit for all I was worth. I was soon rewarded with her orgasm, and it was powerful and wet. She yelled something, and I struggled to recognize the voice. Was it Helen? I couldn't really tell, and it didn't matter anyway. Her fluid dripped down my face and throat as she bucked against the machine. I stayed clamped to her as her orgasm subsided, mouth full with her clit, and finger gently massaging inside her. She hadn't turned off the fan, so per her instructions I didn't withdraw, and I didn't stop, although I had slowed my motion down to a snail's pace. She left the fan on, so I let her come down, all the while nursing at her and softly moving my finger. After some delicate moments of barely moving against her, I could feel her coming back up, and once I thought she could handle it, I slipped a second finger inside her, and started again eating her in earnest. She didn't take too long the second time to come to the edge, but she hovered there for a long time. I was afraid that she would lose it and come back away frustrated, so I used my other hand to dab a bit of moisture from her wet pussy, and I pressed my finger firmly against her rosebud. That little bit extra was just enough to send her over, and she again spasmed for me. Finally she turned off the fan, so I rapidly cleaned her off and closed up my little window, awaiting my next customer. The third woman was another new and exciting experience, and I just soaked into my role, gradually becoming the machine that the Lickbox was supposed to be. Pussy after pussy was pressed into my face. They were each different, different colors of pussy fur, different ways they were shaved or not, different scents, different lips. Some ladies had clits tucked up high in their hoods, shy and retiring. Others had big and proud clits that jutted out majestically. One lady had two identical outer lips with two identical inner ones, cute as a button. Most were slightly asymmetrical, one lip or another larger than the other one, perfect in their artistry. One woman had great big inner labia that hung down; she was very fun to suck on! I tried to give each new woman the same pleasure that I gave the first. My legs were asleep and my mouth and tongue cramped. I kept licking and licking pussy, as if my life depended on it. Although I had tried to design the Lickbox so my neck would be upright, I couldn't get it perfect, so my neck was slightly crooked for hours and was killing me. My fingers were wrinkly from being constantly wet. But I loved it. I was fulfilling my fantasy of being a non-stop pussy eating machine, and I couldn't get enough. In the short breaks between women, I would try to massage my mouth or adjust my legs, but there was never enough time. My cock was bursting for release, having stayed at the peak of excitement for hours on end, but I had lost the urge to handle myself, and instead focused completely on satisfying the women. I didn't know how many women Sam had invited to the party. I didn't think it was that many, but I started to lose track. I know some of the ladies were repeat customers. I tried to recognize each individual pussy, but in my eating frenzy I had lost track of who I'd seen and who I hadn't. I had become a cunt eating slave; my only purpose in life was to service each woman as she was brought to me to the best of my ability. Samantha My girlfriends and I had quite a night that night. I had broken the ice and rode the Lickbox first. Then Helen got a ride, then Georgia, Paige, finally Misaki. After the initial awkwardness of having an orgasm in front of your friends, we really started to get into it. We shared a special bond together over the incredible intimacy of it, and opening another couple of bottles of wine didn't hurt. The Lickbox I knew that the women wouldn't have tried it if they thought it was anything but a machine, and each of the girls started at first when they realized it wasn't. But they were all good in keeping the secret for the next girl. Even after Misaki had finished and everyone knew there was a man inside, nobody wanted to break the spell, so we kept referring to the Lickbox as a machine. Not only did we refer to it as a machine, we used it as one. After their first ride, all the girls wanted to go again, so I let them. The second time, Paige rode it backwards, letting her rear end get licked. I wondered what my husband thought about having to eat her ass, but I suppose he enjoyed it. Helen was the only one who needed a third ride. Finally the girls had had their fill, and the party started wrapping up. I put the sheet back over the Lickbox, and gave each of the girls a fake comment card that Garry and I had worked up to rate the "performance and features" of the machine. The girls all laughed when I handed them out, but they filled them out and handed them back. Once I was alone and the last guest had left, I went back to the Lickbox and lifted off the sheet again. I carefully opened the hatch. Garry was inside, panting and exhausted. I tapped him gently on the back. His head fell back out of the opening, and he gasped "Fresh air!" He tried pulling himself out, but he couldn't move his legs, so I grasped him under each armpit, and tried tugging him free. With my help, he finally got out. A small wire from the box was attached to a strap around his scrotum, and I reached underneath him, unsnapping it to free him. I looked down at him in pity and in awe. He was naked and sweaty, his mouth open and his face coated with dried pussy juice, his head held at a strange angle, his legs still bent underneath him. But he had a massive erection, and a huge self-satisfied smile on his face. His eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply, trying to stretch out his legs, and wriggling his jaw. I knelt beside him, and helped him straighten his legs, massaging them gently. Once his legs were straight, I stood up, pulled off my top, unfastened my bra, and pulled down my skirt. His eyes were still closed, recovering, but I didn't want his cock to have to wait any longer. Now nude, I squatted down over him, and spread myself, centering my hips over his straining purple cock. I grasped him and slid him up and down my slit, and he opened his eyes as I sat down and took him inside me. All the eating felt great, but having his cock in me felt wonderful after such a wild lusty night. He closed his eyes again and smiled wordlessly, putting his hands on my hips as I started to ride him. I slowly rotated my hips around, him deep inside, thrusting up and down while squatting on top of him. He was extremely excited because it wasn't long at all before he grasped my hips strongly. "Oh God!" he shouted, as he clamped my pussy down on him by forcing my body down on top of him, keeping me motionless. I could feel him pulse, filling me with his juice. I let him thrust into me until I felt him finally give up, and then I laid my body down across him, my breasts pressing into his chest hair. "What a night," I offered. "Yeah!" he said, not having much breath for much else. I raised my head from his shoulder and looked into his eyes. He returned the gaze. "Thank you for this," I said to him earnestly. "We all had a wonderful time." A tear started welling up in the corner of his eye. "Thank me? Thank you for letting me do it! Not many other women would let their husband service all of their friends!" I wiped the tear from his eye, and bent down to kiss him. He smelled like a women's locker room, full of sweat and cunt and musk, his lips dry and parched. It made my heart flood with emotion, and it was the most wonderful kiss of the night.