“I bought this for myself a couple weeks ago, but haven’t opened it yet,” Angie started. “Maybe I have just been to busy, or in the back of my mind I wanted to save it for a special moment. Either way, now seems just about perfect.”
As those words dripped from her lips she pulled back the lid of the box and pulled out a large bright blue vibrator. It had to be at least a foot long and as big around as a can of Red Bull. All around the shaft were raised dimples, presumably to add to the sensation when in use. Angie’s grin got even bigger as she unscrewed the bottom and dropped two C-batteries in, returned the bottom, and turned it on. The humming started slow and deep, but as she turned it up it got progressively louder, faster, and higher-pitched. Then Angie turned it back off and turned towards Kim.
By now Christy was getting pretty excited and Kim’s eyes were as big as saucers. We all knew what was coming next, but we still held our breath in anticipation.
“You’ve got five minutes with this thing,” Angie told Kim as she held it out for her to take. “By the end of those five minutes if it is not sufficiently inside you, we will spend five more minutes using it on you how we decide.”
Kim nervously took the vibrator, and I tried to settle in for the show of a lifetime. My cock had never been so hard and I had never felt the necessity to restrain myself so strongly. Pre-come was dripping from the head and I had forced myself to stop touching it altogether.
Kim flipped the vibrator over and turned the knob so that it was at it lowest setting. Then she closed her eyes, spread her legs about half way open, and let the vibrator find its way to her sweet spot. For a few seconds she allowed it to just linger at her opening, and then, as she got more comfortable and relaxed, she began to move it up and down her slit. In practically no time you could see the wetness accumulating on the tip of the vibrator and she began to moan a little as she leaned back. After another thirty seconds or so turned the knob a little further and immediately began working it further inside her, but even now she was only getting it a quarter of the way in.
“You’ve got two minutes,” Angie announced. “You had better get going.”
Immediately Kim went from holding it with the tips of her fingers to gripping the end in her hand and raising the vibration level a notch or two. After that she began working the blue wand faster and harder until she was thrusting it vigorously into her dripping pussy. It was not in as far as she was told she needed to go, but I was not concerned about that. At this point I was up on my knees pressing my eye hard against the hole trying to get the best look I could possibly get. This was simply amazing.
As the seconds wound down Kim appeared to be pushing the toy as far into her as she could. Her body was shaking and she was biting down hard as she tried to contain herself. The panting, gasping, and moaning had me worked to a tattered frenzy and the looks on the other two girls’ faces made it obvious they were getting worked up as well.
What happened next turned the direction of the evening entirely…
With my eye pressed hard against the hole, caught up in the moment, my feet began to tingle as if they were falling asleep. I tried to shift my weight in order to return blood flow through my legs, but in doing so caught the edge of the hole with my nose and immediately inhaled all kind of dust and debris from the drywall. Instantaneously I began coughing uncontrollably and pulled myself away from my peep hole. I desperately hoped I had been undetected. The near immediate silence in the adjoining room coupled with the pounding on my door a minute or two later confirmed my fear.
“You little pervert,” Angie screamed as she hammered on my door. “We found your peephole, open the door so I can kick your ass.”
I was not that stupid. There was no way I was opening that door. Besides, I could not stop coughing.
After a minute or two she stopped pounding and walked away. I was able to compose myself enough to catch my breath and slow the coughing, but my reprieve would be short lived. When Angie walked away she went and grabbed one of the safety keys my parents kept in their room just in case we ever locked ourselves on the outside of our room, or more often than not, if they wanted to get to us when we were misbehaving or talking back.
Just as I got my boxers pulled on, but before my erection had completely dwindled, my door swung open and three furious women came pouring in. Before I had a chance to say anything the three of them, who had apparently taken the time to throw on t-shirts, grabbed me by the arms and pulled me out of my room and down the stairs. Then they led me to the dining room, pushed me down into a chair and proceeded to tie me to it with rope they got from who-knows-where. I tried to protest, but got a sock shoved in my mouth before I knew what was going on.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll just sit there ’til we get back,’ Christy barked with her finger wagging in my face. “Don’t even try to escape.”
As they walked away I wiggled a little trying to break free, but then thought a little about what she said and determined I did not want to see how much worse things could get.
During the next several minutes I sat uncomfortably in the dark, tied to a cold wooden chair in just my underwear. My erection was now completely gone, but I knew I had left a wet spot on my shorts. I felt completely helpless waiting for my fate to be determined.
Finally the girls returned with a duffle bag full of undisclosed objects. They each pulled their chairs in front of me and took a seat. Kim pulled the sock from my mouth and threw it on the floor.
“Don’t say a word, just listen,” Angie ordered. “If you do exactly as we say, tomorrow at this time all of this will just be a memory that we will all be able to look back and laugh at. However, if you don’t comply,” she warned. “I am going to tell Mom and Dad all about the hole you put in their wall and how you used it to look in on me and my girl friends. You don’t want that now, do you?”
I shook my head ‘no’ signifying my compliance.
“Good,” Christy responded as if she could not wait to give me my sentence. “I want you to know that we thought long and hard about what to do with you.” As she said this she reached over into the bag and pulled out a long pair of scissors, rose from her seat and walked over to me. “Hold still,” she whispered and slid the cool steel up the inside of my thigh and began to snip my boxers off. I held my breath hoping she would not cut anything extra.
Then she turned and tossed the scissors on the floor next to the bag before addressing me once again. I felt 10 times more exposed now than I did moments ago and just as helpless. “We are going to have some fun with you,” she informed me, and ran the tips of her fingers up the inside of my legs. To her delight my flaccid member began to stiffen.
“For the next few hours you are going to be our little toy to play with. Some of the things we are going to do you may actually enjoy. Some of them you probably will not.” Then Christy stopped for a second, planted her hands firmly on my thighs and looked me square in the eyes, “I promise you this: if you get out of line for even a second, you WILL regret it.”
I believed her.
“We are going to start off with an easy one for you,” Stacy announced as Christy returned to her seat. “As I am sure you heard, Kim has never sucked a dick and we are going to teach her how. All you have to do is sit there.”
“That can’t be right,” I thought to myself, but next thing I knew Kim was down on her knees between my legs and Christy and Angie were giving her directions as to what to do. Kim took my now growing member in her hand and began to lick the underside of my shaft. After several licks she took it in her mouth and began to bob up and down on my member. She was not great at it, but she was learning fast and it felt really good.
As she continued Christy and Angie kept giving her pointers about what to do with her tongue and how to cup my balls. They really seemed to know what they were talking about and my head was soon spinning with pleasure. Her tongue seemed to be circling my cock as she gradually worked her way further and further up the shaft until she had the full nine inched down her throat. It felt so amazing. “How could this be punishment?” I thought to myself.
For several more minutes she swallowed my cock completely in her mouth occasionally locking eyes with me as lust and sensual hunger seemed to take over her and her ‘rookie’ blowjob status quickly escalated to that of a seasoned veteran. It was at this point I felt the cum boiling in my balls and my orgasm beginning to come.
“Oh ya, I forgot to tell you,” Angie began while grabbing a clump of hair at the back of my head and pulling back to lock eyes with me. “Don’t you dare cum.”
Her timing could not have been much worse and I am sure she knew it. Kim’s quick learning mouth was really doing a number on me and I was quickly approaching the brink. My balls rose and tightened as my climax neared. I clinched tightly trying to hold off, but Kim was relentless. With every passing second she drove me closer and closer to the edge. Angie stood over me with arms crossed waiting to dish out punishment if I failed to obey. I tried hard to concentrate, but Kim’s persistence was almost too much to bear. I was quickly approaching the edge and losing the will and ability to stop it.
Suddenly, Kim pulled her mouth from my pulsing cock, wiped her lips, and smacked her open hand down hard on my member. I cried out in pain as I attempted to bend over in response. To add insult to injury her smack was just enough stimulation to cause my sperm to ooze from the head of my member. At the same time it hurt bad enough to completely ruin my orgasm.
As ejaculate oozed from my cock all three of them pointed and laughed reveling in my misery. The next few hours looked thought they had the potential to be the longest of my life.
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