We all slipped into our robes once more, feeling the soft embrace of the fabric against our skin, still flushed from our intimate encounter in the shower. The living room was bathed in the soft glow of the early morning light, the curtains not yet drawn to shield us from the prying eyes of the outside world. Margaret took her place in the center of the plush couch, her legs crossed in a way that suggested both elegance and a hint of the dominance she had just displayed.
Jenny's voice was a sweet caress as she praised my performance, her words a warm embrace that only served to heighten the excitement coursing through me. "You took Ben's cock down your throat so quickly, George," she said, a hint of amazement in her tone. "It took Margaret weeks to get to that point when she first started."
Her words made me blush, and I felt a surge of pride mingled with a hint of embarrassment. "I wanted to please," I murmured, my eyes downcast as I took in the sight of her and Jenny standing before me, in her robe.
Benjamin smirked, his gaze lingering on my face before traveling down to my still-hard cock. "And please you did," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver of pleasure through me. He stepped closer, and I could feel the heat of his body, his presence a constant reminder of the intimate moment we had just shared. "It was hotter than I could have imagined," he continued, his hand resting on the back of my neck in a possessive gesture that made my knees weak.
Margaret leaned in, her breath tickling my ear as she whispered, "How does the plug feel in your ass, my love?" Her question sent a thrill through me, a mix of embarrassment and excitement at the open discussion of such an intimate act. The plug was still lodged deep within me, the feeling of fullness a constant presence that served as a reminder of my submission to her will.
"It feels... strange," I admitted, still trying to put into words the sensations that were new to me. "But good. I think I could get used to it."
Margaret's smile grew, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good," she said, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to stroke every nerve in my body. "We'll go slow with you, George. We want you to enjoy every moment of this journey." Then she slowly got up and left the room.
Ben asked me if I knew what the plug was for, his question a gentle prodding into the depths of my curiosity. I cast down my eyes to his crotch and said that I had some idea and had to swallow imagining taking his cock up my ass one time. He grinned at me, a knowing smile that promised so much more than mere words ever could.
He leaned into me, his breath warm against my ear. "Margaret wants to watch," he whispered, and something in his voice made it clear that this was not a request but a demand. I felt a thrill of excitement mixed with fear, but before I could object, he added, "And she wants you to want it too. To crave it, even."
The idea of Margaret watching, guiding me through this new experience, was both terrifying and exhilarating. The thought of her approval, her eyes on me as I took another step into their world, was a powerful aphrodisiac. I nodded, my voice a mere whisper, "I do."
Benjamin's smile grew, and he stepped away from me, his eyes never leaving mine. "Good," he said, the word a low, seductive promise. "We'll start you off slow with that plug and the next step will be Jenny's strapon which is just between that plug and my cock." The thought of being prepared for him, for being ready to take him in the most intimate way possible, was both exhilarating and intimidating.
Margaret strutted back into the room, a leather corset cinching her waist and pushing her breasts up to threaten spilling out of her lacy bra. The garter belt and stockings she wore only served to highlight the power she held over us all. Her heels clicked on the floor as she approached, each step echoing through the room like a gunshot, demanding attention. She looked at Benjamin with a hungry gaze and announced, "Would my pets prepare my favorite stud for mating his mistress?"
Jenny's eyes lit up with excitement, and she took the lead, her movements fluid and seductive as she began to strip Benjamin of his robe. His cock sprang free, already hard and eager for what was to come. She kissed him deeply, her hand wrapping around his shaft to stroke him as Margaret and I watched, our eyes glued to the erotic show unfolding before us.
Margaret leaned into me, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered, "This is just for you because I know how you like this. Just follow Jenny's lead. You'll get your turn later." The promise in her voice was like a caress, a gentle reminder that this was only the beginning of our exploration. I nodded, my own excitement building as I watched the young woman's skilled hands and mouth work their magic on Benjamin.
With a deep breath, I knelt before him again, my eyes on his cock, which was already thick with arousal. Jenny knelt beside me, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she took the tip of his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. I watched, my own mouth watering, as she worked him with an enthusiasm that was both innocent and incredibly erotic.
Benjamin groaned, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the attention, and Margaret's hand found my chin, urging me closer. I leaned in, my mouth opening to take his cock, feeling the heat and velvety softness of Jenny's lips as they brushed against mine. For a moment, our mouths were a tapestry of passion, our tongues dancing around him, sharing his taste as we each took our turn to pleasure him.
Margaret's voice broke the spell, her command echoing in the room. "Enough. He's ready. Come here pets," she ordered, her fingers still playing with her pussy, her own arousal clear. Jenny and I looked up at her, understanding what was about to unfold. She had reclined on the couch, her legs spread in an obscene angle, her own fingers buried deep inside herself, the sounds of her wetness a siren's call.
Without hesitation, Jenny pulled me to my feet, her hand wrapping around my still-hard cock as she led me to Margaret. The plug inside me shifted with every step, reminding me of my submission, making me even more eager to serve. Margaret's eyes were hooded with lust as she looked us over, a smile playing on her lips as she beckoned us closer.
"Jenny, come and kiss me," she said in a commanding tone that sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. Jenny eagerly complied, her soft, full lips capturing Margaret's in a kiss that was both tender and fiery. They broke away, and Margaret's gaze fell to my cock, which was now leaking pre-cum, a testament to my desire. "And you, George," she purred, "taste me there."
Without a second thought, I fell to my knees before her, my tongue eager to taste the sweet nectar that was already glistening on her thighs. As I approached, she spread her legs wider, giving me full access to her pussy. The scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of arousal and feminine power that made my cock throb. I lapped at her folds, the taste of her juices exploding on my tongue, sweet and tangy.
Her fingers snapped again, a sharp sound that cut through the air, and I felt Benjamin's hand on my shoulder, guiding me away from the feast before me. He stepped into my place, his cock jutting proudly from his hips.
"George, feed him into me," Margaret ordered, her voice thick with lust. My eyes widened, but before I could protest, she leaned down and whispered, "You'll love watching him fuck me. But don't get too jealous - you will soon feel him inside you too."
Her words were like a spell, breaking through any reservations I had. I took Benjamin's cock in my hand, feeling the weight of his arousal, the heat of his desire, and guided him to Margaret's waiting pussy. He was so close now, the tip of his cock nudging against her slick entrance, and I could see the hunger in her eyes as she watched him approach.
"Go ahead, stud, you know how I want it." Margaret nodded, her eyes shimmering with a mix of lust and authority. With one powerful stroke, Benjamin buried himself deep inside her, his hips driving her body upwards with such force that the couch squeaked in protest. Her legs wrapped around his waist, nails digging into his skin as she pulled him closer, urging him to claim her fully.
I watched, my heart racing, as Margaret's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her head thrown back against the couch. The sight of him fucking her, his powerful body moving with the grace of a predator claiming its prey, was utterly erotic. Jenny knelt by my side, her hand playing with the plug in my ass, her touch gentle yet firm, reminding me of my role in this thrilling tableau.
Then something else brushed against my leg, and I turned to find Jenny looking at me with an innocence that was almost wicked. My gaze dropped to see her now adorned with a strapon, her eyes wide with excitement and a hint of mischief. The sight of it made my stomach clench in a mix of fear and arousal. The reality of what was about to happen crashed over me like a wave.
"Want to be my bitch, George?" Jenny's voice was a soft, sweet whisper that seemed to echo through the room, the question hanging in the air like a delicate, yet weighted question. I nodded, my throat too dry to form words. The thrill of the cuckold fantasy was reaching new heights as I accepted my role, eager to be taken by the woman who had just watched me serve her boyfriend.
Margaret's eyes never left mine as Jenny gently directed me beside her on the couch, positioning my body to mirror hers. I could feel the heat of Benjamin's gaze upon me, his strokes inside her growing slower as he took in the sight of us, his own cock still buried deep within her pussy.
Jenny took a moment to spread copious amounts of lubricant onto the strapon, her movements deliberate and teasing. I watched her in rapt silence, the anticipation making my pulse race. She leaned over me, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she gripped the base of the plug. With a gentle yet firm tug, she pulled it from my ass, the sudden emptiness causing me to gasp. For a brief moment, the only sound in the room was Margaret's moans of pleasure as Benjamin continued to fill her.
Then, without any warning, Jenny's hand returned, and the blunt tip of the strapon pressed against my now-sensitive opening. I felt the pressure build as she pushed in just the tip, my muscles clenching around the unfamiliar intrusion. It was a strange sensation, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent shivers down my spine.
Margaret watched us, her hand still gripping mine tightly. She leaned in, her breath hot against my cheek. "Relax," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to melt away the last of my resistance. "Let her in. Let her turn you into her bitch."
Her words sent a thrill through me, and I did as she said. I took a deep breath, focusing on the feeling of something much larger, something that filled me up in a way I had never experienced before. The head of the strapon slipped through my tight ring of muscle, and I couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped my lips. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent waves of heat throughout my body.
Margaret watched intently, her own hand moving lazily between her legs. She had paused her own pleasure to witness my transformation, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she saw me take the first inch of Jenny's cock. Benjamin had stilled inside her, his body tense with restrained need, allowing her to focus solely on my reaction.
"Are you ready?" Jenny asked, her voice a gentle caress against my ear. I nodded, unable to speak through the anticipation. "Then tell me what you want," she said, her eyes searching mine for the truth behind my desire.
The words tumbled out of me, raw and needy. "Please fuck me," I whispered, not quite sure if I was addressing Jenny or Benjamin, who was buried in Margaret. "Make me your bitch."
Jenny's grin grew wider, and she pushed in deeper, the strapon stretching me in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The leather of the corset Margaret wore creaked as she leaned in, her breath hot against my cheek as she watched the transformation unfold. "You're doing so well," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. "So eager to take it all for us."
Benjamin's eyes met Jenny's, and they shared a look that was a silent conversation. They both grinned, a wicked, knowing smile that sent a shiver down my spine. In unison, they pushed deeper into Margaret and me, their movements synchronized as if they had done this countless times before.
Margaret's grip on my hand tightened, her nails digging into my flesh as she felt the fullness of Benjamin's cock stretch her wide. I mirrored her, my own hand clutching at the couch cushion, the fabric bunching in my fist as Jenny's strapon filled me completely. The pain was exquisite, a sharp contrast to the pleasure that was building inside me with every inch she took.
My eyes darted between Jenny's strapon and Benjamin's cock, the sight of them a visual symphony of power and desire. The thought of him taking me in the same way was terrifying yet intoxicating. I felt like I was falling into a rabbit hole of lust, my mind racing with the possibilities of what was to come.
Jenny began to move, her hips rocking gently as she fucked me with the strap-on. Each time she hit my prostate, it was like a bolt of lightning shooting through my body, setting off explosions of pleasure behind my eyes. The sensation was so intense, so all-consuming, that I couldn't help but moan loudly, my hips bucking up to meet hers. The room was filled with the sounds of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh, punctuated by Margaret's cries of pleasure as Benjamin's hips pistoned into her.
As Jenny's pace quickened, I could feel my own climax building. My cock, not even hard and flopping idly, drooled with a trickle of cum, a testament to the overwhelming arousal that was coursing through me. The sight of Margaret's eyes, watching me with a mix of fascination and satisfaction, was like a drug, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
Then it happened. Without any additional touch to my cock, I felt the most intense orgasm of my life rip through me. It was as if my entire body was being electrified, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. I arched my back, my body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. The sound of Margaret's voice, her moans of encouragement, filled my ears as I rode the crest of pleasure, my eyes squeezed shut, lost in the sensation.
Margaret watched me in fascination, her eyes rolling back as I achieved my first handsfree orgasm from the sensation and depravity of the situation. Then, as if on cue, she climaxed herself, her body tightening around Benjamin's cock, her nails digging into my skin. The sight of her coming, her breasts heaving with each breath, was almost too much to bear.
As the waves of pleasure began to subside, Benjamin pulled out of Margaret with a wet pop, and Jenny followed suit, withdrawing the strapon from my now-loosened hole. They both stepped back, panting heavily, their eyes never leaving me as they shared a knowing smile.
Ben leaned over me, his cock glistening with Margaret's juices. He offered it to my mouth, the head shiny and inviting. I obeyed, eager to taste her on him, to complete the connection that had been forged. The musk of their combined arousal was intoxicating, and I lapped at him eagerly, my tongue tracing the length of his shaft before taking him into my mouth.
At the same time, Jenny dove into Margaret's pussy, her tongue delving deep, tasting the sweetness that had just moments before been wrapped around Benjamin. She groaned with pleasure, the vibration sending a shiver through Margaret's body. As she pulled back, her mouth was wet with Margaret's juices, and she leaned in, capturing Margaret's mouth in a deep kiss, sharing the flavor with her.
The sight was too much for Benjamin to resist, and he claimed my mouth with his, our tongues dancing in a passionate embrace as he whispered, "That was so fucking hot." His words sent a jolt of excitement through me, and I could feel his cock, still rock-hard despite having just fucked Margaret, pressing against my ass. "I can't wait to feel you cumming all over my cock next time," he murmured, the promise in his voice sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
Breaking away from our kiss, we stumbled to the shower once more, our bodies craving the cleansing warmth of the water. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air as we stepped beneath the cascade, the water washing away the evidence of our shared pleasure. Margaret and Jenny watched us with knowing smiles, their eyes filled with the satisfaction of those who had just claimed a new member to their harem.
As the water beat down on my back, I felt Jenny's gentle touch on my hip, her fingers sliding down to tease my still-sensitive ass. My heart raced as she held up the plug, slightly larger than the one I had been wearing. I nodded eagerly, ready for the next step in my transformation. She squeezed out a generous amount of lubricant onto the plug before coating her own fingers with it.
The coolness of the lube was a stark contrast to the warmth of the shower as she pushed one digit into me, her eyes never leaving mine. The sensation of being filled once again was strange but comforting, a reminder that I was theirs to use, to train. She worked me open slowly, her touch gentle yet firm, until she was satisfied that I was ready for the plug.
With a final, lingering kiss, she withdrew her hand and positioned the plug at my entrance. The larger size made me gasp, but I was determined to take it, to prove my willingness to belong to them fully. With a firm push, it slid home, the feeling of fullness almost unbearable. Jenny's hand rested on my lower back, her thumb brushing my skin in gentle circles, as if to soothe the ache.
Once we had all dried off, we made our way back to the living room, where a tray of wine glasses and an open bottle of red awaited us. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the lingering steam from our shower. We took our places on the couch, a sense of camaraderie growing between us.
"How did it feel, George?" Margaret's question was soft yet demanding, her eyes searching mine for the truth. I took a sip of the wine, the liquid warmth doing little to quell the fire that still burned within me. I considered my words, the gravity of the moment weighing heavily.
"Intense," I finally murmured, the word seeming inadequate to describe the cascade of sensations that had just overwhelmed me. "A little painful at first, but..." I paused, trying to find the right words to capture the essence of the experience. "But I've never felt something so powerful before."
Ben nodded, his gaze intense and knowing. "The prostate is like a secret button," he said, his voice low and filled with the kind of authority that comes from experience. "Once you know how to push it, it unleashes a whole new world of pleasure."
Margaret leaned back against the couch cushions, her legs spread wide as she sipped her wine. Her eyes were on me, a question in their depths that made my stomach clench. "How did it feel, watching him fuck me?" she asked, her voice a smooth purr.
I took a deep breath, trying to compose my thoughts. "It was like getting punched in the gut," I admitted, the words tumbling out of me. "But in the best way possible. It was so... raw, so primal. And the way you two looked at each other, it was like I was watching my own private porn scene, but it was so much more intense because it was real. Because it was you."
Margaret's grin widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Is that all?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr. "Or did you feel something else? Perhaps a twinge of jealousy knowing that he can fill me in a way you never will?"
Her question hit a nerve, and I couldn't lie. "Yes," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "But it's not just that. It's knowing that you both enjoyed it, that you wanted it. That you want me to be a part of this. It's like nothing I've ever felt before."
Margaret leaned in closer, her hand brushing against my cheek. "Good," she murmured, her eyes searching mine. "That's what I want from you, George. I want you to crave this. To crave us." Her hand trailed down to my chest, her thumb brushing over my rapidly beating heart.
I took a deep breath, the weight of my confession pressing down on me like a warm, velvet blanket. "I do love you, Margaret," I said, my voice shaking with the intensity of the emotions swirling within me. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. What we've shared today, it's... it's indescribable."
Margaret's eyes searched mine, the warmth in them reaching down to my soul. She leaned in, her soft lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, "You're special, George. You're so much more than I could have ever hoped for." Her breath was sweet with the scent of wine and desire, her words sending a shiver down my spine.
Her hand slid up to cup my cheek, gently turning my face towards hers. Our eyes met, and the intensity of her gaze made my heart skip a beat. "I love you too," she said, the words a declaration that filled the room like a warm embrace. Her eyes watered slightly, and she pulled me closer, enveloping me in a hug that was fierce and tender all at once.
"You've never met someone so beautiful and so gentle, so understanding," she whispered, her voice a warm caress that seemed to wrap around me. The words echoed in my mind, a reminder of the unique bond we had forged through our shared experiences. It was as if she had peered into the very depths of my soul and seen every inch of my vulnerability, accepting me fully without judgment or reservation.
Jenny and Benjamin watched us, their bodies entwined on the opposite end of the couch, a picture of contentment. They shared a knowing smile, the kind that only comes from a shared secret, a shared conquest. Margaret and I sat side by side, the space between us charged with a newfound energy. The warmth of the wine spread through my body, mingling with the afterglow of our erotic escapade.
"To new beginnings," Margaret said, holding up her glass in a toast. We clinked them together, the sound echoing through the room like a promise sealed in time. The three of us drained the rest of our wine, the rich flavor a stark contrast to the lingering taste of sex on my lips.
The conversation turned to whispers as we moved to their master bedroom, shedding our robes like we were shedding our inhibitions. The soft light of the setting sun painted the room with a warm, inviting glow, and the scent of sex followed us like a pheromonal trail. The bed was a king-sized oasis of plush white sheets and fluffy pillows, and we all eagerly climbed in, our naked bodies a tangle of limbs and desire.
Margaret lay in the center, a queen surrounded by her devoted subjects. Jenny curled up beside her, her hand casually resting on Margaret's hip. Benjamin took the other side, one arm thrown over her shoulder, the other hand playing idly with a lock of her hair. I found myself nestled between them, my head resting on Margaret's thigh, her fingers gently stroking my hair.
The weight of the plug in my ass was a constant reminder of the evening's events, a delicious ache that thrummed in time with the beating of my heart. The warmth of their bodies lulled me into a state of drowsiness, and I felt myself drifting away, my eyes growing heavy with the sweet release of exhaustion.
We dozed off quickly, the sound of our mingled breathing a gentle lullaby in the dimly lit room. My dreams were a kaleidoscope of the evening's pleasures, the sensations of the plug, the taste of Benjamin in my mouth, the feel of Jenny's strapon claiming me, all swirling together in a whirlwind of desire.
