Three on One

[lmind]

Years ago, I posted this story to Literotica. Originally posted here: https://www.literotica.com/s/three-on-one

I worked on a sequel, but never finished it. So I've decided to post the original "Three on One" and the finished chapters of the unfinished sequel here on Milovana. Enjoy!

-lmind
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Three on One

Marie hurried to answer the doorbell. She knew it was Paul – after all, she invited him – but no one else was home except Marie’s friends watching TV in the basement, and she didn’t want to keep him waiting. Quickly fixing her hair and forgetting to breathe, she eagerly yanked open the door.

As Marie greeted her new boyfriend, her body betrayed its excitement. She found herself blushing uncontrollably, and the flutter in her stomach accelerated to a full-fledged freefall sensation. His voice gave her goosebumps, and his quick hello-kiss made her mouth water. He didn’t hug her, though, because he was awkwardly holding a nondescript UPS box that he found by the door. He still managed to look cool, despite the awkward package, with his slightly messy short brown hair and tattered backpack over one shoulder – a quietly confident look, without too much ego or fuss. Marie found it irresistible.

Marie had never had a real boyfriend before Paul. He was the first guy ever to take her beyond “second base,” but, more importantly, he was the first guy ever brave enough to openly commit himself to her. She had always felt self-conscious about her glasses and her height – a mere 5’ 2”. And while other girls at school all seemed to “blossom” early, Marie was just starting to develop curves at 18. She also hadn’t seen any benefits from her supposedly attractive blonde hair, so she kept it short. Sometimes she wondered if boys could even see her.

That is, until Paul. They had only been dating for three weeks, but he had already seen more of her body than any other boy had ever seen, and they’d be going to the same college this Fall! She blushed harder just thinking about it.

Dating Paul made Marie think in ways she’d never thought before. She finally started paying attention to fashion, and she made the best of her young body by walking with a pronounced swagger in her hips. Today she wore a short black skirt and plunging v-neck sweater – items she didn’t even own two weeks ago. She smiled and laughed much more openly, and she was no longer embarrassed to talk about sex. Her closest friends noticed the changes immediately, and most of them recognized the glow of satisfaction in her cheeks. They all respected Paul for bringing out the woman in Marie. Many were even envious of Paul’s obvious talents.

Marie offered to take the package, but Paul insisted on carrying it. Silly, but gentlemanly nonetheless. She led him down into the basement rec room, where they usually studied. Today it was History. They had a final project due, titled “a past President who would make a good President today.” Paul picked Theodore Roosevelt, mostly because of TR’s honesty and love for nature, traits that Marie admired in Paul as well – in addition to his mind. He certainly was the only boy with the brains to pick a President like Theodore Roosevelt! Most other boys had yet to realize that intellect was sexy.

As Paul stepped into the rec room, he was surprised to find Marie’s two best friends, Victoria and Cindy, already there, sprawled on the couch watching TV. He greeted them, and they both looked over their shoulders to greet him back. When they saw the UPS box, their eyes immediately lit up. They exchanged mischievous grins, and the race was on.

Victoria leaped up with sudden energy, “I’ll take that!”

As Victoria hurried around the couch, Cindy jumped over the back, “No! Give it to me!”

The girls collided in front of Paul and snatched the package in a flurry of arms, hands, and hair. Paul momentarily enjoyed the sight of these two girls fighting for his attention. After all, Victoria and Cindy were both attractive, and getting to hang out with them was one of the perks of dating Marie. Victoria looked especially good today, with tighter jeans and more bracelets, necklaces, and Latin flair than usual. Cindy looked unkempt in comparison, no doubt straight from basketball practice, in her plain fleece sweatshirt and Addidas windpants, with her dark hair pulled back into a high, tight ponytail.

Cindy easily won the scuffle, and she turned the box to read its label. Victoria seemed anxious, “Is that it?”

Cindy squinted at the label and answered hesitantly, “Yes… Well… I think so…”

With that, Victoria snatched the box and raced back to the couch, Cindy hot on her heels. They immediately began tearing open the package, giggling nervously. Marie just sighed and rolled her eyes at Paul. His curiosity piqued, he finally had to ask, “What is it?”

Victoria shot an alarmed glance back at Marie. Marie answered with a patronizing and dramatic tone, “It’s a gift for Victoria’s boyfriend.” She dragged out the “o” in “boyfriend,” as if to mock Victoria. Victoria didn’t seem to care – in fact, she seemed relieved – and returned to shredding the box.

As Marie and Paul headed for the folding card table where they usually studied, Paul followed up, “Why was it delivered here?”

Marie dropped into a folding chair and nonchalantly opened her notebook, “Because she was afraid her parents would open it and start asking questions.”

Paul didn’t bother to ask about Marie’s parents. They worked all the time and were never home. This was another perk of dating Marie.

So, while Victoria and Cindy unwrapped the mysterious gift, Paul and Marie started discussing their paper on Teddy Roosevelt. Marie honestly couldn't care less, but Paul attacked the project with admirable passion and energy. As he sat there tossing out political factoids with ease, Marie thought she could see his future. He would be a powerful and wealthy man someday, and it was incredibly sexy. Her heart fluttered again, and for a moment she fantasized about what she would do to Paul if Victoria and Cindy weren’t in the room…

Victoria suddenly gasped, and Cindy laughed loudly. Paul turned to look, but the girls were sitting on the carpet on the other side of the couch, so he couldn’t see the gift from here. Now they were whispering, and he heard Cindy mutter, “I told you!”

Something mischievous was afoot. Paul pretended to ignore them and return to work, but secretly he strained to hear their conversation. It was especially hard to eavesdrop on Victoria, because she had a slight accent. Depending on who you asked at school, Victoria was either half Brazilian, half Guatemalan, or half Bahamian. No one knew exactly, but she had a naturally bronze skin tone and curvy body that most girls would kill for. This made other girls a bit catty toward her and intimidated most guys. For instance, Paul considered Victoria way out of his league, and he probably never would have talked to her if not for Marie.

Cindy was much easier to hear. She tended to speak with the assertive confidence of an athlete, and it was unnatural and difficult for her to whisper. After another minute of whispers, Paul heard her quietly exclaim, “Three minutes! Oh my god! I wish!”

This was followed by more giggles. Then Cindy said, “Hold on,” and got up to approach Marie. Casting a devilish look toward Paul, Cindy squatted beside the table and cupped her hand to whisper a question into Marie’s ear. Cindy’s confident, unwavering eye contact challenged and confused Paul. It was as if she was silently speaking to him with her eyes, while whispering in his girlfriend’s ear. It almost felt naughty to return Cindy’s stare, but it cast an exciting spell. He noticed that her eyes were dilated and her cheeks were slightly red – signs of arousal. Something mischievous was definitely afoot.

Marie’s eyebrows jumped, and she recoiled suddenly, “No way!”

Cindy took her eyes off Paul to plead with Marie, “Marie! Come on! Just ask him!”

Marie sighed and paused to look at Paul. Victoria peeked up from behind the couch. Paul suddenly felt uncomfortable, like he was being judged without knowing what the criteria were. Worst of all was Cindy’s discomforting stare, which had resumed. He couldn’t handle much more of this, “Ask me what?”

Cindy instantly grinned, and Victoria leaned forward to hear. Marie blushed, and her eyes darted nervously across the table. Unconsciously, she toyed with a wisp of her short blonde hair as she answered, “Cindy wants to know if you masturbate.”

As soon as Marie finished the question, her eyes shifted up and focused on Paul. Her eyebrows lifted, and her lips hung slightly open in expectation. Paul recognized this expression of nervous curiosity in Marie. He had seen it a week earlier, when she asked him if he would be grossed out by giving head to a girl. Paul’s answer to that question had opened the door to hours of fun – about an hour a day, in fact, ever since. And now Paul could tell that Marie wanted to know the answer to Cindy’s question, too!

Paul would have answered if he was alone with his girlfriend, but not with Victoria and Cindy in the room. He put his foot down, “I’m not answering that! No way!”

Marie’s shoulders visibly sagged, but Cindy persisted, “Come on, don’t be a wuss. We won’t tell anybody!”

When Paul still refused to answer, Cindy rose to her feet and turned to face him squarely. With surprising strength, she reached over his shoulder and forced his chair to turn on the carpet, removing his legs from under the table and making him sit facing the room. Then, without the slightest hesitation, she straddled the chair and sat in his lap, her Addidas windpants sliding easily over his jeans. With the confidence of a bull, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rested her hands on the back of his chair.

The heat of her breath on his lips, she assumed a naughty tone and threatened, “If you don’t tell us, I’ll tell everyone about how quickly you blew your load the first time Marie touched it…”

Paul knew exactly what she was referring to, and it was supremely embarrassing. He knew that girls talked, but he never realized they would talk about something like that! He glared angrily at his girlfriend, but she was already on her feet, glaring angrily down at Cindy, “Hey!! That was private!”

Cindy didn’t even bother to look back at Marie. Instead, she arched a sharply-trimmed eyebrow at Paul, grinned, and scooted forward, pressing her hips into his. Paul couldn’t resist noticing how little material was between them, and he couldn’t stop his mind from wondering if Cindy would be a good fuck. He’d never done it in a chair before…

His very next thought was, “What about Marie?” And he hated himself for the fact that thought came second. But this was Cindy’s game. She was deliberately making him uneasy so he would blurt out an answer just to end the awkwardness.

Recognizing her ploy allowed him to regather his courage, and he countered sharply, “Well what about you? Do you masturbate?”

To Paul’s surprise, Cindy answered without the slightest embarrassment or hesitation, “Fuck yeah!”

Marie stifled a giggle, and Victoria’s eyes went wide. It could have been Paul’s imagination, but it felt like Cindy punctuated her answer with a slight thrust of her hips. The whole time, her eyes stayed locked with his. He couldn’t resist picturing her in his mind, grinding herself to orgasm right there in his lap. He felt his cock starting to grow and press against his jeans, in turn pressing against Cindy’s inseam. Her grin widened into a triumphant sneer. Could she feel it, too?

He had to get her off his lap, or this would slip out of control. Finally, he caved, “Okay, fine. I do too. Now would you please get off me?”

She gave him another thrust of the hips, this one firm and unmistakably intentional, before lifting herself from the chair. Before Paul could even exhale with relief, Victoria chimed in, “How long does it take?”

“What?”

“How long does it take for you to make yourself cum?”

Victoria was only slightly less bold than Cindy, but these questions were ridiculous, even for them. Paul was flabbergasted, “Why do you girls care?”

Cindy leaned back against the back of the couch and exchanged a thoughtful look with Victoria. For a moment, they seemed to silently debate whether to answer. To both girls’ surprise, Marie was the one who finally spoke up, “Victoria wants to give her boyfriend a handjob.”

Victoria’s jaw dropped, and she gasped at her friend Marie. Victoria’s total lack of a poker face revealed that Marie was, in fact, telling the truth. Cindy just laughed to herself. Marie continued, “Not just any handjob… a really good one. That’s his gift,” she swallowed and took a deep breath before clarifying, “She wants to make him cum like he’s never cum before.”

A split second later, Victoria was on her feet and pillows were flying. Victoria’s voice was hysteric as she wailed on Marie with a couch cushion, “Marie!! Shut up!!”

Marie managed to keep her glasses on and started fighting back. She yanked the cushion out of Victoria’s hands and turned the tables on her attacker. Victoria backed up, using the couch as a shield, but Marie, on the tips of her toes, leaned over the couch’s back and could still reach Victoria with her cushion.

From Paul’s vantage point, sitting in his chair facing the back of the couch, he now had a clear view up the back of Marie’s short black skirt. Only half-covered by plain black panties, her ass was perfect – just two slightly rounded cheeks curving out from an otherwise petite young body. Paul easily visualized himself yanking those panties down and banging his girlfriend’s brains out, standing up, with her bent over the couch just like that. At this point, the room was so sexually charged that Marie probably wouldn’t even care if Victoria and Cindy watched. Paul knew from experience that she was a loud fuck, but her cries of pleasure would be muffled by the couch cushions. She was also prone to passing out when cumming really hard, but on the couch, like this, it wouldn’t matter – he could hold her down and fuck her till she fainted, then finish himself off. It would be so easy, and she would love it. He wouldn’t even have to remove her skirt…

Cindy noticed, too, and she gave Paul a knowing, devilish grin. For a moment, Paul wondered if Cindy was visualizing the same thing. But was she visualizing Paul banging Marie, or Paul banging her like that? Right now, Paul could go for either one – or both! Judging by Cindy’s athleticism and the way she carried herself, it would probably require a lot of stamina to handle her. She seemed like the type of girl who would fuck relentlessly and wouldn’t stop until she was completely satisfied – a difficult but tempting challenge. His cock was growing larger by the second just thinking about it. But, of course, it was only a fantasy, because he would never cheat on his girlfriend.

Cindy’s eyes darted briefly down Paul’s body then back up again. Her grin grew wider, and she folded her arms across her chest, seemingly oblivious to the pillow fight going on right beside her. Meanwhile, Victoria’s anger melted into giddy laughter as the pillow fight degenerated into an unflattering scramble. Still trying to reach over the couch, Marie lost her balance and tumbled, face first, over the couch’s back. Laughing the whole way down, she landed among the seat cushions and twisted onto her back to keep fighting. Victoria took the advantage and tackled Marie, pinning her in the couch.

“Oh you’re in trouble now! This is what you get!”

With Marie pinned on her back, Victoria started tickling. It was a totally unfair match. Victoria was at least 8 inches taller and 40 pounds heavier than the petite Marie. Indeed, although Victoria was only 18, she almost had the body of a tall, adult woman. And now with Victoria’s thighs firmly straddling Marie’s torso, Marie had no hope of escape. She needed backup. Between laughs and gasps for breath, she called out for Paul.

Paul eagerly jumped to his feet, not only to help Marie, but also to join this playful scrap between two sexy young girls. He almost made it, too, before Cindy blindsided him. Apparently, she had decided to side with Victoria. Laughing girlishly, she tackled him from the side just as he reached the couch.

With Cindy’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist, Paul lost his balance, and his momentum carried them both over the back of the couch in a frenetic repeat of Marie’s earlier tumble. Wrestling as they fell, they managed to miss Victoria and Marie and roll right off the couch onto the floor.

Cindy ended up on top, straddling Paul’s chest, with one knee pinning his shoulder to the carpet. She quickly pinned down his other shoulder – first with her hands, then, after shifting her hips, with her other knee. Paul strained to sit up, but Cindy was stronger and heavier than she looked. He could feel the toned muscles in her legs twitching and flexing to balance herself and hold him down. As he struggled beneath her, she smiled and taunted him, “Oh no you don’t. First you have to answer the question!”

Victoria kept tickling, and Marie laughed so frantically that tears ran down her cheeks. She gasped desperately, “Paul!! Help! Ah! Ah! – Help!”

Taken by surprise and dizzy from the fall, Paul could only think about getting to Marie. He looked up at Cindy in bewilderment, “What!? What question?”

Paul kept struggling, but it was no use. Cindy leaned forward slightly and crossed her ankles on his stomach. She now had him in a perfect pin, and he would have to lift her entire body weight to escape. Reveling in her position of power, Cindy spoke slowly to prolong the ordeal, “Victoria asked… How long does it take… for you… to cum?”

Cindy punctuated her question by planting her hands on the carpet on either side of Paul’s head. This seemed familiar. Indeed, once again, just like in the chair earlier, she was on top of him, staring down at him with hungry eyes and a devilish grin – except now she smelled faintly of sweat and panted slightly from exertion, her breath barely reaching his face as he strained beneath her. Around the rim of her forehead, a few errant hairs hung down messily, having escaped from her tight brunette ponytail during the scuffle. Her fitted sweatshirt had also bunched and twisted a bit during the fall, or perhaps her pants had been pulled down slightly, now revealing about two inches of her smooth, fit midriff. Paul could now see a slight V-shaped crease between toned muscles tracing the upper crests of her hips. His eyes instinctively followed the crease as it traced a diagonal line from high on her slender waist and down into her pants. He fought the urge to yank down that elastic band just to see the base of that beautiful V.

Rather than answer the embarrassing question, Paul kept struggling. Cindy’s smile simply grew bigger, until she cut it short by playfully biting her lower lip. Then she looked over her shoulder, lifted a thoughtful finger to her lips, and mused aloud, “Or perhaps we should just find out for ourselves…”

Once again, Paul felt his cock swelling, and he was sure that Cindy could see the bulge. To make matters worse, Victoria turned to look, too. Still tickling Marie, she laughed and taunted, “Yeah, Paul! Tell us! Do you last more or less than three minutes? I bet it’s less!”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” said Cindy, twisting to get a better look at Paul’s pants. She started to slide one hand slowly down the front of his shirt, straight toward the bulge in his jeans. Her eyes glazed over slightly, and her voice started to sound distant, “I bet he could go for a long, long time.”

As Cindy’s fingers approached the edge of Paul’s belt, he felt an electrifying combination of eagerness and fear. His brain told him that it would be cheating and that Cindy was nothing but trouble, but he couldn’t resist aching for her touch. Her hand continued down his stomach at an agonizing crawl, causing his muscles to twitch and shiver, as if signaling her to hurry. In response, she slowed down even more. When her palm finally reached his belly-button, his hips bucked involuntarily, barely dipping her fingertips into his jeans. But she stopped there, less than one inch away… She stopped to gently brush a single, warm finger back-and-forth across his skin under the elastic band of his underwear. And there she waited, teasing silently.

Paul did not even realize that he had stopped struggling. Instead, his mind locked in anticipation – adrenaline surging – his body ready to snap with tension – every muscle instinctively primed for the slightest trigger. The fear of cheating had lost all voice in his mind. He still sensed it, but the message was erased by a gathering cloud of wild energy. The world, as he knew it, now reduced to a single point – the tip of Cindy’s finger as it brushed across his skin. So close! It would be so easy for her to reach in and satisfy him, and, pinned to the floor, he would have no choice but to let it happen…

Meanwhile, Victoria had turned back to her victim on the couch, “Let’s ask Marie!” Amid another flurry of tickling, she taunted her smaller friend, “How long does he take, Marie? We know you jerked him off before! How long does he take? Tell us, or Cindy will see for herself…”

Between tears, gasps, and laughs, Marie struggled to answer, “More!… More than three minutes!... Please! Stop!” Victoria finally stopped, and Marie caught her breath, panting as though she had just sprinted a mile, “He takes… more than three minutes… He’s a champ… He wears me out… Sorry, Paul. I had to tell. I couldn’t take it anymore.”

And with that, Cindy pulled back her hand. Tension released, Paul exhaled with sudden heaviness, as though he had been holding his breath. His muscles relaxed, but his cock still throbbed with heat.

Both very pleased with themselves, Cindy and Victoria traded triumphant smiles. Victoria got up from the couch, but Marie continued to lie there, catching her breath. Not letting Paul free just yet, Cindy turned back around to face him. Her cheeks were flushed red with arousal, and her eyebrows lifted eagerly for yet another question, “Have you ever tried a male sex toy, Paul?”

“What!? No! Let me go!”

Once again, the questions had gotten absurd. Paul struggled briefly, only to be reminded how pointless it was. Cindy still had him perfectly pinned to the carpet, with her thighs straddling his chest and her knees on his shoulders.

Her hair a complete mess, Marie still lay on her back, one arm resting across her forehead. From there, she could not see the hungry look in Cindy’s eyes. Speaking to the ceiling, Marie simply explained, “The gift for Victoria’s boyfriend is a sex toy for men. It’s called the CyberSuck-”

Between Marie’s labored breaths, Victoria interjected, “-and it says it’s guaranteed to make you cum within three minutes.” She sounded skeptical.

Marie laughed to herself, staring at the ceiling, “Yeah, I’m not sure I believe that…”

Paul saw the devilish grin return to Cindy’s mouth, and he knew by now that it would only mean trouble. Before he could say a word, she excitedly suggested, “Let’s test it on Paul!”

“Oh no you don-!” Paul started to object, but Cindy quickly dropped her hand over his mouth. His words were muffled mumbles, and his eyes darted frantically around the room, searching for Marie. Surely she would put a stop to this.

At the same time, Victoria exclaimed, “Ooo! Good idea! I can practice!” She turned to Marie, who was now sitting up with a slightly worried look on her face. Victoria cupped her hands to her chest and pleaded, “Please Marie! Can I please try it on your boyfriend?”

“I don’t know…” Much to Paul’s surprise, from the tone of Marie’s voice, it sounded like she might actually be considering it. With another surge of adrenaline, his heart now pounded in his ears. Was this really happening!? Even more perplexing… did he want it to happen?

“Oh come on,” Cindy chimed in, “It’ll be fun. He’ll like it,” she added, giving Paul a mischievous wink.

“Yeah! We won’t tell anyone, Marie. It will be our secret!” Victoria continued to beg, “I need to make sure it works before I use it on Marco.”

Marie still could not decide. All this talk had her imagination racing, and the excitement of the earlier pillow fighting and tickling still had not worn off. Clearly, Paul was excited, too. He had a visible, raging erection bulging under his jeans. Against her own better judgment, Marie could not resist picturing herself yanking those jeans off and fucking him, right then and there on the plush carpeted floor, but not with Cindy and Victoria in the room. The next best thing would be to jerk him off – proving to her girlfriends, once and for all, that Paul was everything she said he was. A selfish corner of her ego relished this rare excuse to show off her boyfriend’s cock to her girlfriends. Once they saw it, they would definitely be jealous. And once they saw his stamina, they would never look at him (or her!) the same way again…

“Okay fine!” Marie stood up quickly. Brushing her short blonde hair back with one hand, she tried to sound confident, “But I get to do it!”

“Whoa!” Cindy exclaimed, surprised that Marie agreed so easily.

“Yes!!” Victoria pumped her fist in victory and then turned to find the recently-unwrapped sex toy.

Paul tried shouting, but Cindy kept a firm hand over his mouth. As he struggled in vain to escape, she slowly leaned forward until a few of her dark brunette hairs brushed his forehead. Eyes locked with his, she whispered to him so Marie couldn’t hear, “Ssshh… Relax… Just enjoy this. Trust me…”

She held him there, hand still covering his mouth, until he finally stopped struggling. When she was convinced that he had finally surrendered to the inevitable, she quickly lifted her hand and leaned back. In an instant, she lifted her sweatshirt up over her head and pulled it off. Along with the sweatshirt, she also pulled off her cropped black T-shirt that had been underneath. Now, only a tight black sports bra covered her smaller-than-average breasts. Her flat, toned stomach was completely bare, and Paul could not resist gawking at the perfectly proportioned hourglass-curve of her fit young body. She worked hard for that body, but it definitely paid off!

Distracted by Cindy’s brisk little strip show, Paul was caught off guard when she suddenly wrapped her T-shirt around his head and over his lips as a gag. A gag!? What was she doing!? Paul tried to shout, but the gag completely muffled his voice.

“Hold his legs,” Cindy commanded the others. They hesitated, and Cindy clarified, “I’m tying him up, so he doesn’t get away! Come on, now hold his legs!”

Victoria and Marie exchanged a look that was part confusion, part excitement. Then they both dove eagerly to the carpet, each taking hold of one of Paul’s legs. Still straddling Paul’s chest, Cindy leaned to one side and tied a sleeve of her sweatshirt into a painfully tight knot around Paul’s wrist. Then she stretched the sweatshirt over his head, leaned the other way, and tied the other sleeve to his other wrist. Thus, his wrists were cuffed loosely together over his head. But what was she planning to cuff him to?

Cindy gave him one last devilish grin before scooting forward to answer that question. As she scooted, her knees shifted off his shoulders and down onto the carpet. She spread her legs and pinned his head to the carpet, mounting his face. Now, only the cloth T-shirt gag and the synthetic material of her windpants separated his mouth from her pussy, and he could taste the heat of her arousal through both. She smelled like sweat and sex, and her wetness was soaking into the gag. He could not believe this was happening… What was she doing?

A moment later, the cuffing was complete. Cindy got up slowly, leaving the taste and smell of her pussy in the cotton of Paul’s gag. His arms were stretched above his head, and his hands were tied to two of the couch’s legs. The couch was much too heavy to move from this position, and with Victoria and Marie holding down his legs, he was stretched out like a man on a rack – as helplessly pinned as ever. Even worse, the gag prevented him from saying anything – everything came out as a muffled mumble. Now the girls couldn’t tell if he was shouting in pain or moaning in pleasure. It would all sound the same. He was now a helpless test subject in their little masturbation experiment.

While Cindy prepared the toy, Victoria crawled forward and feverishly unbuckled Paul’s belt. She continued to hold his leg down by sitting on his thigh, and he could feel the growing heat between her legs, as well. Meanwhile, Marie’s cheeks were completely flushed, and her eyes glazed over with lust. All three girls seemed hyper-primed and energized for sex, and Paul started to worry that they were going to forgo the toy and just tear into him like a pack of hungry tigers. Ordinarily, having sex with three girls at once would be a dream come true, but this was a bit too out of control. Instead of pleasure, a bolt of fear shot through Paul’s spine as Victoria violently yanked down his jeans and underwear.

All three girls stared for a moment at Paul’s cock. It stood fully erect and exposed, precum already rolling down the sides. The building sexual tension had made it grow larger than usual – even bigger than Marie had told her friends. Victoria’s eyes went wide; Cindy’s grin widened; and Marie just licked her lips. They all leaned forward slightly, as if getting ready to pounce on it…

Marie did not waste any time. She took the CyberSuck from Cindy, and Cindy took Marie’s place holding Paul’s leg. Apparently, the CyberSuck was a battery operated pump of some kind, in the form of a flexible, rubbery cylinder a bit wider than a soda can and about twice as tall, with a tight shaft up the middle. The rubbery material was translucent – like cloudy water – and Paul could see various vibrators and other parts inside the toy, along the shaft. It was actually a bit heavy, and Marie needed to grip it with both hands.

Before lowering it onto Paul, she tested it first by turning it on. A dozen vibrators and motors whirred into life. Through the semi-transparent rubber, the blur of moving parts was impossible to follow. Marie’s small arms shook just trying to hold the thing steady.

“Three minutes or less, eh?” Cindy grinned.

“Definitely less!” laughed Victoria.

“Hmmm…” Cindy gave Paul a thoughtful look, “I don’t think so. I think he can handle it.”

With the CyberSuck vibrating wildly in her hands, Marie gave Paul a concerned look. He lifted his head and tried his best to plead for her help, but he only succeeded in tasting more of Cindy’s gag. Then, to Paul’s relief, Marie turned off the toy and rose to her feet. Perhaps she understood his plea, after all!

“What’s wrong?” asked Victoria, “Don’t stop now!”

After thinking for a moment, Marie answered, “He needs lube. Be right back!”

Marie dashed upstairs, and Paul’s head fell back to the carpet in desperation. Meanwhile, Cindy turned to Victoria, “I bet you he lasts more than three minutes.”

“No way! Did you see that thing? It’s going to pump him dry in a minute flat.”

“Okay, then let’s bet,” Cindy had that mischievous tone again, “If I win, you have to lick it up when he’s done.”

Victoria recoiled, “Ew! That’s sick!”

“Oh come on, Victoria,” Cindy rolled her eyes, “We both know you swallow!”

Paul’s cock twitched involuntarily upon hearing that juicy bit of gossip. Victoria swallows? The thought alone was almost too much for him to handle in his current state. Cindy continued, “Besides, if you’re so convinced it’s going to pump him dry in a minute flat, then you’ve got nothing to worry about…”

Paul could hear Marie coming back downstairs. As Marie returned, Victoria retorted, “Well if I win, then you have to lick it up when he’s done!”

“It’s a bet!”

“What bet?” asked Marie as she dropped to her knees beside Paul’s naked hips.

Cindy answered, “Victoria thinks he won’t last three minutes. I think he will,” as Cindy said this, she gently squeezed Paul’s thigh, as if to encourage him, “So we bet on it. Loser has to lick him clean when it’s done.”

“If that’s okay with you,” added Victoria.

Marie thought about it as she poured lube over Paul’s cock. With one hand, she grabbed him and worked the lube up and down his shaft, then over his tip. Out of habit, she pumped him absent-mindedly with her hand while she thought about Cindy’s bet. This sent Paul reeling. He had been dying for this kind of contact ever since Cindy mounted him in the chair. She had teased him, first with the thrusts of her hips, then with the lust in her eyes, and then with the tip of her finger. The anticipation had been almost unbearable. Now, finally, he got the contact he needed, and every pump of Marie’s fist sent a burst of blinding pleasure straight to his spine. Only a few more pumps, and total release would finally come.

He moaned loudly, and his body bucked uncontrollably. Marie finally noticed what she was doing and let go of his cock, “Oh! Sorry, Paul!”

Of course, this only made it worse. The tension doubled, burning for release. He wished he could scream, “Finish me off!” But the gag made it impossible. He would do anything to feel her hand again. Or Cindy’s hand. Or Victoria’s hand. Three girls, all primed and hungry for sex – and not one of them reaching out to finish him off! It was unbearable! If only they knew how close he was…

“Come on, Marie,” urged Cindy, “It’s not like we’re fucking him. We’re just going to lick him clean. He’ll like it, and it’s not cheating.”

“Besides,” laughed Victoria, “it will be fun to prove Cindy wrong!”

Marie snapped back, “Hey! This is my boyfriend you’re talking about. I told you he’s a champ, and he can fuck for hours. He’ll last three minutes against this thing, no problem!”

“Alright!” Cindy beamed, “The bet is on, then!”

“Fine,” Victoria sounded smug, “we’ll see.”

With that, Marie took firm hold of the CyberSuck and switched it on. Once again, a dozen mysterious vibrators and motors sprang to life. Before lowering the device into place, Marie leaned over to whisper in Paul’s ear, “I know you can do it, baby. Let’s show ‘em what you’ve got. Hold on as long as you can, and, when it’s all over, I will fuck you myself, like you’ve never been fucked before… I promise!”

Paul desperately wanted to tell her that he couldn’t possibly make it. The build-up had been too much; he was ready to burst at any second. This was not going to be the proud moment that she was expecting – it was going to be complete humiliation. But with his hands cuffed, his mouth gagged, and his body pinned to the floor, there was nothing he could do to stop it. His only hope was to hold on as long as possible. He told himself that two minutes would be respectable.

Oblivious to Paul’s despair, Marie smiled and kissed his cheek, then turned to Cindy, “Okay… start timing!”

Cindy complied, checking the time on her wristwatch. She held up one finger, “Ready… Set…” Then, after an agonizing delay, a cheerful shout, “Go!!”

Marie gently guided Paul’s cock into the toy’s narrow shaft. It took some effort, at first, to get past the toy’s rubbery “lips,” which naturally wanted to stay shut. To help, Marie gently parted the lips with her fingers, then slid them over Paul’s lubed tip, with her fingers still inside. The faint sensation of vibration, combined with Marie’s soft touch, already triggered shivers of pleasure throughout Paul’s body. Unconsciously, he held a long, deep breath in anticipation of the stimulation to come. He didn’t have to wait long…

Marie removed her fingers and pushed the toy down slightly. A rubbery moving ring inside the toy grabbed the tip of Paul’s cock and pulled abruptly upward, causing the toy to slip from Marie’s hands, plunge downward, and swallow him forcefully – all the way to the hilt. A bewildering array of sensations assaulted him, instantly destroying every ounce of control and rational thought. Vibrators and massagers worked every angle and every inch – squeezing and pumping relentlessly. One after another, rings gripped the base of his lubed cock and tugged upward, milking him repeatedly with unyielding rhythm. Clearly, this machine served a single purpose – to rapidly drain every last drop of cum from a man – and served it well. Never tiring, never slowing down, it mercilessly fucked, sucked, and pumped in ways that no woman could ever match.

Paul’s eyes slammed shut, and he roared into Cindy’s cum-soaked shirt. With each firm yank on his cock, an intense wave of pleasure surged up from his hips then crashed back down again – only to meet the next wave, more powerful than the last. Again and again and again, in rapid succession – it never stopped – it never let him catch his breath – it reduced him to a sweaty, quivering mess.

The girls struggled to hold him down as he thrashed and bucked violently. Marie pressed the toy down hard into his pelvis, so it would completely engulf every last inch of his cock. They held him there, helpless, while the machine worked its torment, and, no matter how much he tried to resist, they would only let him go under one condition – orgasm was his only escape, and his entire body burned to have it.

Indeed, cumming was inevitable. He no longer controlled his own body. Somehow, he had let these three young girls completely take over. Every function of his body now belonged to them. They were gleefully cranking his pleasure to its limit, and there was nothing he could do to stop them. Soon, they would have him at the edge, and he knew they would not stop there. They were taking him all the way as fast as possible, and they would not be satisfied until they watched him cum. But they were not going for just any orgasm – they wanted to blow his mind.

“One minute, thirty seconds,” Paul was too delirious to identify the voice as Cindy’s. He could only tell that it was excited, “He’s halfway there!”

“No way he’s gonna make it,” every voice sounded strangely distant.

“Comeon, Paul! You can do it!”

Again and again, the toy pumped him mercilessly. His mind ablaze with pleasure, Paul vaguely remembered something about resisting the urge to cum. He feebly battled the burning need for release, but he could not recall why…

“I hope you’re ready to swallow a lot, because that thing is going to pump him dry any second now.”

Was that Victoria? Talking to Cindy? Between blinding bolts of ecstasy, Paul fought to form coherent thoughts. He remembered something… something about a bet…

“Hang on, Paul! Just one more minute and then you can let go. Victoria can’t wait to lick it all up!”

“Hey! No, Cindy wants your cum right now! Yeah, that’s it! Give it to her! Yeah, cum for us, baby! Do it! Harder!”

Like the tight fist of an over-enthusiastic teen, the machine squeezed and jerked feverishly along the entire length of his shaft. His cock now swollen larger than ever, it pressed outward against every inner surface of the toy, thus intensifying the vibrations. Violent surges of pleasure now wracked him continuously. Sweat gushed from every pore. But still he fought back… holding on… not knowing why… knowing only that with every moment of resistance, the pleasure doubled and the urge to cum grew stronger…

“Thirty seconds to go! He’s almost there!! Holy shit!! This is fucking awesome!!”

The other voice grew more urgent, “Cum, baby!! Yeah, that’s it! Do it!! Unhh!! Yeah!! Cum for me, baby!! Faster! Unhh!! Do it! Unhh!! Faster!! YES!!”

Wave after wave of heat pounded from his cock to every corner of his body. He sensed his breath escaping – his muscles locking – his balls tightening for that final, glorious release…

“No!! Don’t cum!! Only fifteen more seconds!! You’re so close! You can make it!”

“Yes!! Cum for me, baby!! Unhh! Yeah! Comeon, fuck me! Harder! Unhh!! Like that! UNHH!! Yeah, just like that!! UNHH!! Yes!! YES!!”

Another hard tug – and another – and another. Up and down, again and again it worked him. Relentless… Merciless. It would never stop. It would never tire. It would never slow down. There was only one way out, and these girls were taking him there whether he wanted to go or not. And, with that truth, all resistance evaporated. Paul surrendered…

“No!! Ten seconds!!”

“YES!! He’s gonna cum! There he goes! That’s it, baby! Let it out! Do it!!”

“Just hang on!!”

“Comeon, finish it!! Unhh!! Yeah!! FUCK me!! Unhh!! That’s it!! THAT’S IT!! Yeah!! Don’t stop!! YES!! YES!! Do it!! He’s cumming!! YES!! Keep cumming, baby!! OH FUCK YES!! Keep cumming!!”

Pinned to the floor – stretched out – cuffed – soaked with sweat – eyes locked shut – screaming into a T-shirt – with three girls watching – Paul came harder than he had ever cum before. One after another, crippling shockwaves of pleasure pounded through every inch of his body while his cum fired violently into the toy. Marie squeezed it tight around his cock and bore down hard, amplifying the incredible sucking sensation and boosting his orgasm into a prolonged, mind-blowing trance. Again and again, divine relief surged through him, each time bringing new cries of pleasure to his gagged lips.

The girls watched in awe, holding him down while the orgasm wracked his body. With each quake of pleasure, he strained against their hold, his body naturally curling with exertion. As the orgasm began to subside, they simply sat dumbfounded, having never witnessed anything so intense before. Indifferent to the completion of his climax, the device kept pumping, milking him for every drop, each stroke sending chills down his spine.

Total relief, satisfaction, and exhaustion now soaked Paul’s every muscle. He no longer strained against the girls holding him down. Instead, with a heavy exhale, he simply relaxed. Marie kissed his forehead, turned off the CyberSuck, and gently lifted it away. Cum, mixed with lube, poured from the shaft onto Paul’s hips and stomach. None of the girls, including Marie, had ever seen so much cum. It really did pump him dry!

Victoria leaned back and crossed her arms across her chest, “Alright, Cindy! Get to it! I want to see you swallow every drop!”

“Hey!” Cindy pointed to her watch, “He held out for three minutes! That means I won! So you swallow every drop!”

“No he didn’t! He was cumming with ten seconds to go!”

“No he wasn’t! And by the way, nice performance, there – trying to make him pop with all that ‘Oo! Ahh! Fuck me! Yeah!’ …Cheater!”

“You never said I couldn’t!”

“Hey, hey!” Marie interrupted them both, “He came right at three minutes exactly. Believe me, I could tell,” she chuckled a bit. Her hands still tingled from holding the vibrating toy so tightly, “So nobody wins. The bet is off.”

“No it’s not!” the disappointment in Cindy’s voice was clear.

Victoria replied smugly, “Well then lick him clean, Cindy.”

“Howabout we both do it?” Cindy ignored the surprised look from Marie and explained, “It was a tie. Three minutes exactly. We both won, and we both lost. And poor Paul is laying here, covered in cum, after surviving three whole minutes with that… thing. He deserves what we promised him. So let’s split it, and call it even.”

Victoria took a moment to consider the idea. Cindy made some good points – especially about Paul deserving a reward. That machine was ferocious! And Paul’s performance was definitely impressive. He even held out while she basically faked an orgasm and repeatedly begged him to cum. She doubted her boyfriend had enough stamina to hold out like that. Marie was a lucky girl.

“Okay,” Victoria nodded, “if it’s okay with Marie.”

Marie looked to Paul for an answer, but his eyes were rolled back into his head, lost in another world. Looking down at him, seeing him drenched in sweat and delirious with ecstasy, she wondered if she could ever compete with what just happened. In their few times together so far, she had never seen him cum so violently. Could she ever satisfy him like that? Or would she always take second-place to that crazy machine? She would need incredible stamina to hammer him that hard continuously. If she started cumming, she would have to battle through it and keep banging him without stopping, something she had never done before. The overwhelming exertion would probably make her pass out. Either way, it would be deliciously intense while it lasted, and she looked forward to giving it a try. Just thinking about it brought a rush of heat to her cheeks.

Seeing Marie staring longingly at Paul, Cindy took charge, “He will love it, so it’s okay with her. Let’s go!”

With that, Cindy eagerly leaned forward on all-fours to taste the salty wetness of Paul’s exposed, sweaty skin. Without the slightest hesitation or regard for Marie, Cindy grabbed Paul’s slick cock with her fist and attacked the area all around its base with her tongue, licking and sucking loudly. Her eyes closed, she moaned faintly, and she seemed to escape into her own private world, savoring every taste as though it was some kind of exotic fruit. In this bent-over position, a dark, wet stain was clearly visible between her legs, but she didn’t care. At least her black striped workout pants still covered the river of wetness now rolling down the inside of her thigh.

Almost as aroused as Cindy and not to be outdone, Victoria crawled forward and attacked the other side of Paul’s cock. Together, their lips and tongues feverishly worked every inch of naked skin from his belly-button to his knees. Still holding his cock in her hand, Cindy worked Paul aggressively – sucking hard along his pelvic bone, moaning and grunting with the effort. Victoria worked gently but quickly – warm tongue darting out repeatedly while her lips barely brushed along the inside of his thigh. Neither girl approached his cock, yet, but their lips occasionally collided while their tongues fought for squares of skin.

Stunned by the spectacle before her, Marie just sat back and watched her friends devour her boyfriend. She never would have guessed that this would be a turn-on, but her heart raced and her hormones boiled. After witnessing his impressive performance against the CyberSuck, Marie could tell what her friends really wanted – they both wanted to go a round against him themselves. So now they were competing for him by giving him their best oral attention – as if he would reward the “winner” with a vigorous fuck – and watching her friends compete so zealously for a chance to screw her boyfriend brought a pleasant boost to Marie’s ego.

Meanwhile, Paul still swirled in a haze of stimulation, unable to move while two hot young girls tangled their tongues across his skin. His abs, hips, and thighs now covered with a thin, glossy layer of saliva, the girls turned to attack the only thing left – his cock. Cindy braced herself by flattening a palm against his pelvis, and Victoria did the same on his other side, together pinning his ass hard to the carpet. They exchanged a single, lust-filled look before locking their lips in a burning hot, extended kiss around the base of his cock, instantly reviving the warmth of his previous orgasm. His cock, having relaxed temporarily, swelled for action once again.

Something in Paul’s mind told him to focus on these sensations and remember this marvelous moment, because it would probably never happen again. A curvy, bronze-skinned, 18 year old Latin vixen with tight jeans and a teasing tongue was locking lips, around his cock, with a fit, slender, 18 year old athlete wearing nothing but a sports bra and windpants – all while his girlfriend watched! He never dreamed that such a thing could happen, but these girls had shed their last inhibitions and gone completely wild. Apparently, with him tied down and unable to resist, they planned to use him to fulfill their every dirty fantasy. This could go on for hours!

They lingered for a minute, sucking and teasing the base of his cock. Then, lips still locked together, they slid smoothly up to his tip, dragging their tongues across opposite sides as they rose. On their way back down again, Cindy let out a satisfied moan, the vibrations sending unexpected blasts of pleasure from Paul’s core to his toes. He lurched against his restraints, but the girls held him down firmly, their fingers splayed on his waist.

Up again, together. Then slowly back down again. Up again. And down. Their breath burning hot, their lips wet, their tongues connecting – Paul couldn’t tell who was who or what was what. As they found their rhythm on his cock, their mouths blended into a single furnace of heat and pressure – working him passionately from two sides at once.

Up together. And down together. Slowly, carefully. Eyes closed in concentration, they moved in perfect unison, communicating silently through the seal between their lips.

Up again. And down. Slightly faster now, tongues pressing against the sides of his cock – squeezing it between them – pumping him gently.

Up again. And down, together. Like a ring of fire. He felt their breathing accelerating and their excitement building.

Up. And down. Up. And down. Tongues pressing harder, coaxing him toward release. His heart pounding, his eyes rolled back into oblivion again.

Up – a pause to tease his tip – then down forcefully. He cringed and cried for them to finish it, only to be muffled by the gag over his mouth.

Up – another pause – a moan – then down forcefully, moaning the whole way down. Was that Cindy or Victoria? Or both?

Up slowly, together. Then down hard and fast. Up again, quickly now. And down hard. Hitting a faster, more urgent rhythm, they encircled his cock with their tongues, squeezed it, and began pumping him as hard as they could. This was it. They wanted him to cum.

Up, and down. Up, and down. Feverish rhythm. Squeezing, sucking, pumping, moaning. He felt the orgasm coming. Just a little bit more…

Up, and down. Up, and down. He felt them pressing down, with all their weight, to keep his hips pinned to the carpet. They also leaned in for an even deeper lip-lock, squeezing his cock impossibly tight between their mouths. The sensation was incredible.

Up, and down. Up, and down. Almost there! They sensed he was close, and they stopped being gentle.

One of them, Paul couldn’t tell who, broke the lip-lock and swallowed his whole cock forcefully. The sudden change surprised and electrified him, causing him to buck and squirm. She curled her tongue around him and sucked hard, pulling cum from deep within him. But, right before he could truly let loose, she backed off and released him with a sloppy pop. Again, the surprise caught him off guard and forestalled his orgasm.

The other girl dove down on him immediately. She closed tight and sucked him repeatedly with short, rapid pulls, sending him into a primal frenzy. Every muscle flexed and fought, trying desperately to thrust his hips upward. Against the weight of two girls, he managed, for just a moment, to buck and drill his cock deeper into her throat. Sensing his need and responding to it, she forcefully pushed his hips back down to the floor, took a breath, and then swallowed him completely, this time under her own terms. She bore down hard and went all the way to the hilt – her lips now pressed to his pelvis – and gave him a single, long, hard pull. He felt the cum being sucked from inside him even faster than his muscles could push it out. And once again, sweet release swelled up – finally! Just one more second of wonderful suction, and it would all be over…

But, to Paul’s agony, she pulled back suddenly. No!! He lurched upward, desperately begging for release with muffled cries. Looking down, he saw Victoria with a wild look in her eyes, panting for breath, cheeks flushed, mouth agape, glistening threads of cum and saliva still connecting her lips to his cock. So she was the one who had just deep-throated him, sucked him hard, and brought him roaring to the very edge! The look of surprise and amazement in her eyes revealed that she had never done anything like that before. She sat motionless, stunned by the intensity of the experience. She had brought him so close, so quickly – but would she have been ready to swallow, if Paul had started cumming? Would she have stayed on and kept sucking, while he pumped his cum into her throat? Would Marie have let her? Perhaps more importantly, could Marie have stopped her, if she tried?

Cindy’s eyes boggled at what Victoria had just done, “Wow!!”

“Okay, that’s it!” Marie announced suddenly. For a moment, everyone was disappointed, until Marie finished her thought, “Time to fuck him!”

Victoria’s eyes lit up, and Cindy immediately jumped up to yank off her pants. Thumbs threaded under her elastic waistband, she had them down at least four inches on one side – revealing a single, silky smooth thigh – before Marie interjected with a sharply possessive tone, “Not you! Me! I get to fuck him! He’s my boyfriend!”

Cindy froze with her pants awkwardly slanted across her hips, barely revealing the fact that she kept her pussy neatly trimmed. For once, she felt embarrassed and was without words. Victoria, hands still spread out on Paul’s pelvis to hold him down, spoke up, “How do we know you won’t let him go?”

“Because,” speaking forcefully, Marie stood and reached unabashedly up under her own skirt, “I’m going to ride him into the ground. He’s not going anywhere!”

With that, she yanked her panties down to her ankles and kicked them off. From his vantage point on the floor, Paul could clearly see up her skirt to the plentiful glistening wetness running down the inside edges of her legs. He had never seen her so wet and ready for action, nor had he ever heard her talk like that… This was going to be intense!

Victoria backed off as Marie stepped across Paul’s body to turn and stand over him. For a rare few seconds, Paul was free. Although his hands were still cuffed above his head, no one was holding down his lower half. If he wanted to escape, this would be his best chance. And the thought did not even cross his mind…

Cindy and Victoria watched as Marie dropped to her knees and rested on Paul’s thighs, straddling him in cowgirl fashion. His only chance to escape was now gone. Her short black skirt conveniently covering the action, she reached forward and grabbed his cock, still slick with her friends’ saliva, then turned to look up, “Umm… I can’t do this with you two standing there.”

Cindy and Victoria stared at each other dumbly. Discretely pumping her boyfriend’s cock beneath the cover of her skirt, Marie still faced her friends, “Go watch TV or something!”

Cindy literally put her foot down by stomping, which looked a bit funny with her waistband still pulled down drastically on one side, “No way!! We need to be here to make sure you don’t just fuck him and let him go!”

“Well I can’t do it with you watching me!”

For a moment, they stood in silent stalemate, until Victoria finally said something, “What if we go behind the couch? We’ll be in the room, but we won’t watch.”

Thinking about it, Cindy unconsciously rubbed her own exposed stomach and abs, “But she could still let him go…”

“Not if she tells us everything she’s doing,” Victoria let the idea sink in a bit before elaborating, “Marie, you have to promise to keep talking. We promise not to watch if you tell us everything that’s happening. Everything! We’ll be right on the other side of the couch the whole time. But if you stop talking, then we’ll assume he is escaping, and we’ll be there in, like, two seconds. So don’t stop talking! And tell us everything! Deal?”

Before Marie could even think about her answer, Cindy added, “Yeah… it’s the only way we’ll let you have this!”

Marie pressed her glasses into her face and gave her friends a scornful look. She wanted to be alone with Paul, but, more than anything, she really just needed to fuck him. Straddling him on the floor, holding his dick in her fist, she was too close to turn back now. In truth, she probably would have let her friends watch, if they had insisted. It would have been quite a show. So she caved, “Okay, fine! I’ll tell you everything, as it happens. I promise. Now please just go! I need to fuck him! Hurry up!”

“Awesome!” exclaimed Cindy, as she and Victoria both hurried to hide behind the couch. Giggling mischievously, they settled on the carpeted floor with their backs against the back of the couch. They were only about ten feet away from the action, but they were out of sight, giving Marie the privacy she needed.

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“Talk!” commanded Victoria.

“Okay, okay!” Marie’s voice now came in disembodied form from over the impromptu wall between them. As she spoke, Cindy and Victoria could hear but not see the action, forcing their imaginations to fill in the rest…

“I’ve been pumping his cock, and he’s definitely ready to rock! You guys really got him wound up! It’s huge! Ohh yeah, this is going to be good…

“Now I’m rubbing it against my clit. Yeah, baby… Ohh, that is good… Wow… I am so ready for this! I hope you’re ready baby, ‘cause I’m gonna bang your brains out!”

The girls exchanged surprised looks, and covered their mouths to keep from giggling. Marie was obviously getting into it – apparently getting off on the idea of giving her friends a play-by-play while she fucked her boyfriend.

“Now I’m sliding him… Uhh!... sliding him deep – Uhh! – into me…Oh! Ohhhh, yeah… Yeah… Mmmm… That feels SO good… You like that, baby? Yeah… he likes that…

“God damn, I’ve never been this horny in my life! God, I just… Uh!... want… to fuck! Uh! Oh, yes! Holy shit this is good! Like... Mmm-ah!.. right away! Unhh! Holy shit! This is amazing!

“I’m trying to take it slow, but… Mmmm!... Uhh!... Uhh!! Whoa! Oh wow!! Wow! God, it feels so good… every time I rise up… and down!!... And up… Oh wow, fuck taking it slow… You ready, baby? ‘Cause I’m gonna drill you to the floor! UHH!! YEAH!! That’s right! Let’s go!!

“Yeah!! Now I’m riding… him… hard!! Unhh! Unhh! Yes!! He’s trying to fuck back, but I got him pinned down… Uhh! Ohh yes!! That’s right, baby, we’re doin’ this MY way... I’m doin’ you HARD, and I’m not stopping… till… you… cum!! Unhh!! UNHH!! UNHHHOHH FUCK YES!! WOW!! I’m cumming!... I can’t believe… I’m cumming!! OH, OH MY GOD!! Nnnnhh-aahhh!!!... Mmmmwow!! Holy shit!!... Holy shit, that was fast!... Wow, I’ve never cum that fast before in my life!...

“Wow… I have to catch my breath… That was fucking awesome! Good job, baby! I can’t believe you made it through that! You ready for more? ‘Cause I’m not stopping this time… You got me by surprise there and gave me a fucking awesome orgasm, but I can do this all day…”

Cindy and Victoria exchanged stunned looks. They both could hardly believe what they were hearing. A mere few feet away, their high school friend was fucking her boyfriend, cumming on him, and talking dirty to him as if there was no one else in the room. But she knew they were listening, and having an audience seemed to make her more excited! Victoria leaned close to whisper in Cindy’s ear, “Poor Paul! First the CyberSuck and now Marie… He’s gonna pass out!”

Cindy giggled quietly and whispered back, “I bet the CyberSuck drained him dry. If so, Marie is in for a surprise. He won’t cum, no matter how hard she fucks him. I bet she’s the one who passes out!”

Victoria just tilted her chin skeptically. Meanwhile, oblivious to their conversation behind the couch, Marie kept pounding her boyfriend and giving the play-by-play, “Now I’m grinding into him, pinning his ass to the floor. Yeah! You like that? I’m gonna make you cum, baby. Don’t try to fight it. You can’t beat me. Yeah, I’m gonna blow your mind!

“Now I have my hands on his abs, holding myself up. And I’m lifting my hips slowly up off his body… Mmmm… And lowering slowly back down… Ahhh… God damn that feels good! Up… nice and slow… and down… Ahhh… His dick slides in and out so smoothly! Mmmm! Perfect! Up… and down… Up… and down…

“He’s starting to squirm and moan… Yeah, that feels good, doesn’t it, baby? Don’t worry, I won’t stop… Mmmm! I’m gonna make you cum… Oh yeah… You’re in trouble, now. I could do this for days!”

The girls could hear the heat rising in Marie’s voice along with Paul’s muffled grunts. Unconsciously, they found themselves breathing in synch with Marie – short, shallow breaths with long pauses in between – matching the rhythm of her motion as she rode Paul into the floor.

“Unhh! Unhh! I’m riding him faster now… I can tell he wants to cum… Unhh! Yes, honey, you want to cum, don’t you? Hmmm?... Do you want me to make you cum? Because I know exactly how to do it so you don’t stand a chance… Yeah!... That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to give it to you?... Okay, then enough of this slow stuff… Let’s fuck!! Yeah!! Let’s do it rough!!

“UHH!! UHH!! Oh… YES!! You like that, don’t you? Yeah!! UHH! Yes!! You’re mine!! Yeah!! UHH!! I will ride you till you cum!! You’re tied down, so you can’t stop me! Oh fuck yes!! Don’t even try to fight it! Yeah, baby!! YES!! UHH!! That’s it!! Give it to me… Cum for me, baby! Yes!! YES!! OH YES!! Comeon… DO IT!!”

Marie’s voice trailed off quickly into grunts, moans, and gasps for breath, joined by the rhythmic thud of her hips slamming down repeatedly on her helpless boyfriend. Cindy closed her eyes and imagined herself in Marie’s place, having passionate sex right there on the carpeted floor – her slender body exposed – her skin glistening with sweat – riding him wildly – reaching perfect satisfaction – basking in the glow of orgasm as it swept over them both…

Suddenly Marie cried out, “Ohh!! OHH!! Ohh fuck!! YES!! I’m… UHH!!... cumming… Mmmnnaah- AGAIN!! Ohh fuck, this is so fucking good!!”

Her voice was now quivering, “Mmmm!! Ahhhh… God DAMN!... That was amazing!… Ohh!! Oh, yes!! YES!! YES, BABY, YES!! Harder!! Comeon, baby!! Cum for me!! UHH!! I… must… Unhh!!... I must keep… fucking… you… Unhh!! Holy FUCK!! I’m cumming again!! Oh, baby!! Yes!! YES!! YES, OH FUCK, YES!! Hmmmnnn-ahhh!!... Holy shit…

“I’m not stopping, baby! This is so good!! Unhh! I’m just… gonna… keep… cumming!! UHH!! UHH!! WOW!! Nnnn-aahhh!! Oh PLEASE baby!! PLEASE CUM!! I can’t take much more of this!!”

Cindy shot Victoria a single look that said it all. Without another word between them, they scrambled around the couch to peek at the action. Marie was completely lost in orgasmic oblivion – she would never notice them. So they watched in awe as wave after wave of orgasm wracked her body. She still wore her skirt, bra, and socks, but that was it. Her glasses were nowhere in sight, and her v-neck sweater lay in a crumpled, sweat-soaked ball on the floor nearby. Her hair was a tangled blonde mess, her eyes were clamped shut, and her neck was stretched back lifting her chin toward the ceiling.

She held tight to Paul’s hips and fucked him for all she was worth, “Oh baby!! Please cum!! Unhh!! UHH!! Fuck me!! Yes!! YES!! Holy shit, I’m cumming again!! OH Ffff-mmmm-OHH FUCK!!... Ohhh, wow!...”

Her whole body trembled as she came, muscles flexing visibly. Lost in a mindless surge of instinct, she became a wild animal, fucking furiously and begging for more, “I won’t stop… Do it again!! YES!! Harder!! YES!! Keep me cumming!! Please!! Keep me cumming!! Don’t stop!! OHH!! Nnnnnn-AHHH!!! Ohmygod, AGAIN!! Nnnn-AHHHH-OHH BABY!! WOW!! YES!! WOW!! You are a fucking GOD!! Do it to me again!! Please DO IT!! PLEASE!! Ohhh, yeah!! Like that! YES!! Nnngg-AHHH!! WOW!! Holy shit… Wow! Okay, do it again!!”

Again and again and again, orgasm ripped the breath from her lungs. Her voice became hoarse, but still she cried out for more. And still she begged him to cum, “PLEASE, baby!! Please cum!! Unhh!! Cum inside me!! UHH!! I’m fucking you as hard as I can!! And it feels... so… good!! Mmm!! Unhhh! Why won’t you cum!? Holy shit, baby… I’ll do anything for you!! Please just FUCK ME!! Yes!! YES!! FUCK ME!! OHH YESS!!!”

Overwhelmed with pleasure, she arched her back violently, dug her nails into his skin, and screamed at the ceiling. Her pussy clenched hard, trying desperately to pump cum from his balls… but they were still dry from the CyberSuck. Instead, she only managed to hold him at the agonizing brink of release – his body resistant to anything more. If only she would remove the gag, then he could tell her that her mission to make him cum was hopeless. But as long as the gag remained, Marie kept on fucking…

As this orgasm passed, she curled forward again, bore down, and resumed her relentless assault, “Comeon!! Yeah, do it!! Unhh!! YES!! Please!! YES!! Please do it to me!! Cum inside me, PLEASE!! Ohhh fuck, YES!!”

She leaned forward and planted her hands on the carpet on either side of his head. While slamming him repeatedly with her hips, she managed to hold her head steady just an inch above his. Sweat ran in rivers from her forehead, collected at her chin and nose, and dripped onto his face below. She bit her lower lip, looked deep into his eyes, and pleaded in whispers, “How hard do I have to fuck you!? Please cum, baby… Please cum for me! Mmmm, this is so good!! You like it hard? You want it hard? Unhh!!... Harder? I don’t know how much more I can take, baby… Unhh!! Please, baby! Please cum!! Unhh!! Please just do it!! Ohhhh… Unhh!!”

Her eyes closed again as she focused on the incredible sensations racing through her body, and her voice grew louder and more urgent with every thrust of her hips, “Your cock feels so… fucking… awesome!! You just keep going! Ahh!! And going! Uhh!! Holy shit, you’re driving me crazy!! I’ll do anything for you!! Anything!! Please!! Anything you want! Yes!! YES!! Mmmm-aahhh, OHH YES!!

“Mmmmm… What do you want, baby? Anything… Tell me… Do you want to fuck like this all day!?… Well, I can make you… Unhh!!... feel this good… Unhh!!... for hours!! Yeah, is that what you want? Hours of fucking!? Ohhh yes!! Unhh!! Okay baby, you want it – it’s yours!! You can fuck all day! Yeah… when I’m done with you, it’s Cindy’s turn! She will fuck your brains out!”

Cindy and Victoria both gasped in shock at this new twist. Luckily, Marie didn’t hear it, or she would have seen them. Instead, she pounded her boyfriend harder and harder, eyes closed, describing her fantasy, “Yeah!… Unhh!! I saw what she did to you… You want her! Unhh!! And she wants you! She wants to make you cum! Yeah!! Uhh!! Cum for Cindy, baby… Yeah, fuck me now like you’re fucking Cindy!! Comeon!! Do it!!”

A bewildering mix of embarrassment, jealousy, and arousal boiled in Cindy’s blood. This was such a wildly unexpected twist that she didn’t know how to react. So she sat there stupefied, just watching it unfold.

Meanwhile, mere feet away, now completely ignoring their spectators, Marie and Paul fucked with raving frenzy. It boggled Cindy’s mind to see two people going at it so violently, for so long, without either one tiring out. It was the hottest thing she had ever seen, and she desperately wanted to be in Marie’s place, experiencing this unbelievable thrill ride. To make matters worse, it tortured Cindy to know that Paul was probably fantasizing about her while having such intense sex with Marie.

Marie eagerly embraced the fantasy, and her screams filled the house, “Fuck me like I’m Cindy!! Yeah!! Harder!! UHH!! Yes!! UHH!! Do it!! Fuck her!! UHH!! Make her cum!! Harder!! HARDER!! She can take it!! UHH!! Ohmygod, YES!! YES!! JUST LIKE THAT, YES!!”

Her eyes rolled back into her head, her breath halted, and her body quaked violently. Through gritted teeth she cried out, “Ohhh FUCK!! I’m cumming AGAIN!! YES!! I’m cumming!! Keep me cumming, baby!! OHH!! FUCK ME!! Keep me cumming!! Don’t stop!! OHH FUCK, that’s SO good!! Cum with me, baby!! UHH!! Please cum!! PLEASE!! OHHH!!... Ohmygod… Please cum with me!!”

Her abs clenched, her hips bucked, and her legs shivered uncontrollably. Her pussy squeezed him forcefully, again and again and again – an instinctive pumping action, meant to finally hammer even the strongest man beyond all control. But, no matter how much her body tried to pump it out of him – and no matter how much he burned for that feeling of release – there was simply nothing left for Paul to give. Instead, the pleasure surged forth, only to stop short at an agonizing “dry” orgasm – a long, painful tease right at the verge of actual satisfaction.

Meanwhile, her body sensed how close he was to release, which naturally redoubled her orgasm and intensified the forceful clenching of her muscles. Together, their bodies had caught them in a perfect trap they could not escape. As Paul’s body reeled right at the brink, Marie’s body squeezed, flexed, and gushed in a futile effort to force him over the edge. Repeatedly, endlessly – orgasm hammered her – commanding her body to clench and destroying all self-control. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t move, and she couldn’t stop the cycle. All she could do was to hang on and wait for it to end.

Again and again it wracked her. Eyes clamped shut, she screamed at each eruption of merciless pleasure. In a haze of intense exertion, she couldn’t breathe, and she started getting dizzy and lightheaded. Eventually, even screams couldn’t reach her lips – merely raspy squeaks. Her fingers dug into Paul’s skin as she held onto him for dear life. And still it continued – wave after unstoppable wave – juices literally pouring from her pussy.

Finally, she snapped. Her voice trailed off, lost in exhaustion, “Yes… do it… I want you to… do it…” And she collapsed, her unconscious body hitting the carpet and rolling slightly away from Paul’s side.

Still stunned by Marie’s unexpected fantasy, Victoria couldn’t help saying the obvious, out loud, “Whoa… She fainted…”

“About damn time!” Cindy was already on her feet. In one swift motion, her striped windpants and panties hit the floor, revealing every inch of her slender, toned body from her ankles to her chest. Not stopping to remove her socks or sports bra, she scrambled toward Paul. She gripped his hips firmly to hold him down while she straddled his thighs. Once on top, she reached up to gather and tighten her ponytail, preparing for action.

“Cindy!” Victoria interjected, sounding a bit hoarse, “What are you doing!?”

Paul could see ferocious lust swirling in Cindy’s eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, she grabbed his cock, still slick with Marie’s juices, and looked him directly in the eyes. Without turning away or even blinking, she answered Victoria’s question with frightful precision, “I am going to fuck him ‘till he cries.”

Paul’s eyes boggled, and his heart jumped into his throat.

“But it’s Marie’s boyfriend! That’s cheating!”

Still staring into Paul’s eyes, Cindy cracked a devilish grin, “Not if he doesn’t cum…”

Maintaining intense eye contact, Cindy scooted forward to rub Paul’s cock against her slit. Earlier, with the mischievous glint of her eyes, the thrust of her hips, and the tickle of her finger, she had teased him to the edge of frenzy. Now, she finally rewarded him for his patience.

Entranced by her sinister eyes, he didn’t need to look down to know what was happening. Without blinking or breaking eye contact, she moved slowly, savoring each sensation. First, she pressed herself against him, causing her eyelids to narrow and the slightest moan of relief to rise to her lips. After a moment, her slim hips lifted smoothly. And she waited there – hovering – poised over his tip – giving him one last, long tease. Then she slowly lowered herself down.

Finally, after so much teasing, he felt her divine heat swallowing him completely. Although Marie was petite, Cindy’s hips were slimmer, causing Cindy to feel much tighter. Or perhaps she was just built differently. Either way, her pussy gripped him with perfect pressure from every side, and she immediately started pumping him with short, firm thrusts of her hips. Against his will, he felt himself responding instinctively, bucking upward to meet her downward thrusts.

She taunted him with gentle encouragement, “Yeah, that’s it… There you go… Good boy!”

Victoria sat down on the carpet beside them, “You better not cum, Paul! Or I’ll tell Marie!”

With Paul tied up and his girlfriend laying unconscious just a few feet away, Cindy rode him gently at first, “Yeah, you better be quiet, too, or you might wake her up! We wouldn’t want this little adventure to end early, now, would we? Nooo… We want this to last… Yeah… So whatever you do,” she began playfully punctuating each word with a fast, firm thrust of her hips, “don’t – make – a sound – and – don’t… cum!”

With the word “cum” she ground herself down into him, pinning him hard to the carpet. He bit down hard on the shirt still tied over his mouth, fighting the urge to groan with pleasure. Cindy easily saw the struggle for control written on his face, but, rather than help him, she tortured him more by accelerating her rhythm. She also stretched out and leaned back, planting her palms on the floor by his knees. This exposed more of her slim physique, which he clearly enjoyed, and made his cock rub against her G-spot, which she clearly enjoyed. Before long, her rhythm in this position accelerated from slow and gentle to feverish and rough.

Savoring the steady G-spot contact, Cindy relaxed her neck and let her head tilt back. Her gaze lifted toward the ceiling, and her eyes glazed over with satisfaction. With each smooth thrust, her tight brunette ponytail bobbed and swung behind her. Within minutes, a thin layer of sweat added a steamy sheen to her exposed skin. Droplets joined rivers running down her impossibly flat abs, collecting at the brim of her hips before rolling toward the carpet down her smooth, toned thighs. She moaned quietly at first, but Paul sensed an urgency rising in her breath – an impatience matched by firmer, faster motion.

As Cindy worked him harder, Paul could feel his own heat rising, and, as Cindy let slip a louder-than-intended groan of pleasure, Paul felt the surprising swell of orgasm building up inside him again. Had his body finally recovered from the CyberSuck? Or was Cindy’s tightness somehow triggering him in ways that Marie couldn’t? Regardless, Paul suddenly found himself fighting for control, yet again – fighting the powerful urge to cum in this eager young girl’s pussy, with his girlfriend laying mere inches away!

“Mmmmm… Oh yeah!” Cindy sighed heavily and kept fucking, speaking to no one in particular, “Whew! Damn this is good!”

Sitting close enough to touch them if she wanted to, Victoria’s eyes were wide, her lips were wet, and her cheeks were flushed red. She marveled at her friend’s sweaty body, “Are you close?”

“Mmmmm… Yes! But…” Cindy’s eyes squinted with exertion, and her impatience grew. She began thrusting harder, “Unhhh!! He’s… holding… back…”

Indeed, Paul had gone rigid – biting his tongue and locking his muscles in a desperate effort to keep from cumming. Cindy leaned forward, now planting her hands on Paul’s shoulders. Sweat running down her cheeks, she glared fiercely into his eyes, “Comeon!! Don’t stop!! Fuck me, damnit!!”

“Ssshh! Cindy!” Victoria leaned in and, without thinking, placed a hand on Cindy’s naked thigh. She spoke softly, so only they could hear, “…You’ll wake up Marie!”

Cindy quieted her voice, but started drilling Paul with longer, harder strokes. She didn’t seem to notice or care that Victoria was touching her leg. Instead, she focused on Paul. Looking down on him from her perch, eyes locked with his, she whispered urgent commands while fucking him relentlessly, “Comeon… Do it! Fuck me! Yeah… You know you want to… I watched you fuck your girlfriend while fantasizing about me… Yeah, that’s right! We both watched you! Mmm-hmmm! And it was so… fucking… hot! Unhhh! Yeah! So I know you want me… don’t even try to fight it! Do it, baby… yeah… comeon! Give it to me!”

Victoria suddenly chimed in, “Comeon, Paul! She’s riding you into the ground, and you can’t fight back. She’ll fuck you all day if she has to! So just fuck her and make her cum! Get it over with!”

“YES! Fuck me and make me cum! Do it!”

All the willpower in the world would not have been enough. After so much build-up, he was now handcuffed, gagged, and pinned to the floor by a sweaty, sexy young girl riding him wildly and begging him to make her cum – all while another young girl watched and begged for it, too… It was just too much to handle. In defiance of his conscience, his hips started moving again. He started meeting her, thrust for thrust, drilling himself deeper and grinding up into her clit. And with this renewed motion, once again, the heat rising in his veins grew hotter – the rising orgasm became harder and harder to control.

Cindy’s eyes drifted shut, her eyebrows pinched together, and she bit her lower lip in concentration, “Ahh! Yesss! There you go… That feels amazing!… Mmmm… Keep doing that…”

“Hang in there, Paul,” encouraged Victoria, “You can do it! Make her cum!”

The impossibly strong squeezing sensation of Cindy’s pussy made Paul’s hips buck suddenly up from the carpet, catching her in mid-thrust and driving him deeper inside her than ever before.

“UHHH!!” She gasped loudly as the intense bolt of pleasure took her by surprise, followed by a long cringe of exertion. Her spine curled, her head hung down, and her chin tucked in, causing her dark ponytail to fall and dangle just over Paul’s neck. Now their roles reversed, and she found herself frozen as he repeatedly pounded up into her from below. Her ponytail shook with each thrust, teasing his skin and driving him to hammer her harder.

He suddenly remembered Marie’s words, “Fuck her!!... Make her cum!! Harder!!... She can take it!!” Primal instincts raging, he strained to slam her harder and harder, driving her to the edge of control. More than anything, he wanted to watch her crumble under an unstoppable orgasm. She had teased him so much, always giving him that grin as though he belonged to her and she could fuck him any time she wanted – as if it was a foregone conclusion that he would cum first. Now, indeed, the tables were turned. She was his, and now it was his turn to make her beg!

Just as her breathing started turning into ragged gasps, he pulled back and stopped abruptly. Her eyes flashed with sudden, almost frightened, urgency. She pleaded, “No!! Don’t stop!! Comeon!! Keep fucking me!! I’m almost there!!”

For that short moment, Paul was in control. He grinned and gave her a long, slow thrust. He took time to savor the feeling of his cock sliding deep inside her, then smoothly back out. Her pussy was incredibly tight and slick, and every muscle between her legs began quaking. Her body wilted as orgasm danced just inches from her reach. He held her there for a moment, enjoying the view – sweat running down her slim young body, breath ragged, eyes ablaze. She was so close – right at the very edge – that even the slightest moves now tortured her. He took care to keep her there, controlling her with nothing more than the touch of his cock. Finally, the devilish, teasing Cindy was getting her payback…

But it didn’t last long. She regained control with sudden, furious vengeance. Fire flashed in her eyes, and she slammed him to the floor with her hips, “Oh, that’s it!! You think you can tease me!? You’re FUCKED now! I’m gonna bang your fucking brains out!! I’m gonna make you cum inside me! You’re my bitch, now!!”

“Cindy, no!!” Victoria’s plea was hopeless. Nothing could stop Cindy now. Paul suddenly realized that maybe it was a bad idea to tease her while he was still cuffed, tied, and pinned to the floor. He was completely at her mercy.

In a blur, Cindy sat up straight and yanked off her sports bra, revealing her small, round breasts. She was now completely naked except for her socks, and every square inch of her skin glistened with a sheen of fresh sweat. She reached up to fix her ponytail one last time, accentuating the fantastic shape of her body – slim hips curving into a slimmer stomach curving out to modest breasts. Then she placed her palms on Paul’s stomach, locked eyes with him, and spread her thighs impossibly wide, pinning him hard to the carpet with all of her weight on his hips. Then she fucked him.

“Unhhh!! Comeon, hot-shot! You want to cum, and you know it! This is your chance! Do it, baby! Cum for me! Unhhh!! Yeah!! Do it!!”

As Paul struggled against his binds, Victoria pleaded on his behalf, “Cindy! That’s cheating! You’re going to make him cheat on Marie!”

“Oh yeah?” the devilish grin returned to Cindy’s lips. Again and again and again she pounded him, keeping eye contact the entire time, “Well he better fight it, then. That’s right… ‘cause I’m not stopping! Ohhhh, I can fuck like this for hours! Can you handle it, big guy?”

Victoria scooted forward again. Sitting just inches away, she seemed to tower over the helpless man bound and gagged on the floor, “Fight it, Paul! Don’t cum! You can do it!”

Cindy’s athleticism was unbelievable. She moved quickly and forcefully, with unrelenting rhythm, the muscles in her pussy clenching hard with every thrust. “Cum, baby! Yes!! Fuck me!! Unhhh!! Unhhh!! Comeon!! You know you want to! Unhhh!! YES!! DO IT!!”

“I believe in you, Paul! Hang on! You can do it!”

Paul reeled against Cindy’s onslaught. His body quaked, twisted, and shivered, fighting to stop the orgasm rushing down his spine. While this athletic young girl fucked him relentlessly, he screamed into the gag over his mouth – screams of overwhelming pleasure and exertion. How could he possibly fight this? How could he possibly hold back his own instincts and desires?

“Unhhh!! Oh fuck!! This is so good! Wow!! Fuck me, baby! Unhhh!! Yes!! I’m so close!! Oh, yes!! Cum with me, baby! Let’s cum together!”

“Don’t cum! Don’t do it!!”

“DO IT!! Comeon!! Unhhh!! Yeah!! Give in, baby, ‘cause I’ll never stop fucking you! Unhhh!! Mmmm… Unhhh!! Yeah! I’m not stopping until you cum inside me! You know you want to! Unhhh!! You always wanted to fuck me! Can your girlfriend fuck like this!? Can she blow your mind, like I can!? Huh!? So fuck me, baby!! Yes!! Fuck me like you always wanted to!!”

Over and over again, she hammered him – her hair whipping violently over her shoulders – her fingers scraping across his skin – her thighs locked tight around his hips. Every muscle in her slender young body worked toward a single purpose – to make him cum harder than he had ever cum before. No matter how much he struggled, she forced it out of him, and a rush of satisfaction gripped her as she knew she was succeeding.

Her pussy clenched tighter and tighter, milking him in spasms. He couldn’t hold on anymore. Laying there – drenched in sweat, exhausted, cuffed, gagged, and utterly helpless – he was entirely at her mercy. She forced him to cum, and, in a wild, violent explosion, they came together, “UNHHH!! UNHHH!! Faster!! YES!! I’m cumming!! Cum, baby!! Do it!! UNHHH!! UNHHH!! PLEASE!! Cum baby!! Cum inside me!! Yes!! YES!! THAT’S IT!! I can feel you cumming!! OH FUCK YES!! OHHH FUCK!! Mmmmm!! Ahhhh!! I’m still cumming!! YES!! OH FUCK!! That’s so good!! AHHH!!”

Surge after surge of cum pumped deep into Cindy’s pussy, driving her into hysterical cries of pleasure. Paul’s whole body snapped and flexed, lifting Cindy entirely off the floor by her hips. Mid-orgasm, the makeshift handcuffs made from Cindy’s sweatshirt suddenly came undone. Paul moved immediately, without thinking – an animal possessed by the throes of sex.

The gag disappeared in a flurry. Keeping his cock buried in her pussy, he grabbed her by her hips and lifted her off the ground. The adrenaline raging through his veins made it seem easy – like lifting a pillow. Alarm and surprise flashed in her eyes as he then slammed her down on the carpet on her back. Forcefully threading his fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck, he lifted her head to meet him for a deep, passionate kiss, while his cock kept pumping cum into her pussy. Ravaged by an unbelievable, unending orgasm, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, returned his kiss, and held on for her life.

Their roles reversed, he now had her pinned to the floor, and she surrendered willingly. He palmed the base of her spine, lifting her slightly and arching her back – a seemingly magical move that drove her even deeper into orgasmic oblivion. Lips and bodies locked together, they shared a prolonged, breathtaking mutual orgasm, followed immediately by countless multiple orgasms for Cindy.

Over and over again, all the teasing and all the tension of their previous encounters exploded between them. Lips still locked and tongues dancing, they moaned together in ecstasy, oblivious to everyone else in the room. Sweat sliding down their bodies pooled in the carpet along Cindy’s naked back, leaving an outline of her slender hourglass silhouette all around her. Despite having cum already, Paul kept going – basking in the glow of each orgasm radiating from Cindy’s smooth young body. Now it was her turn to be fucked continuously.

Struggling for breath, she broke off their kiss. He continued to pin her firmly to the floor, allowing her to relax and surrender all control as wave after wave of orgasm wracked her body. Her muscles quivered uncontrollably, but he held her in place with the steady pressure of his palm at her back. She had never experienced sex like this before – the few guys she’d been with simply couldn’t withstand her incredible energy and stamina, not to mention her tight pussy and fit young body seemed to make even the best of them cum too quickly. But this was different. Paul was satisfying her in a way she didn’t even think was possible. Now, a freight train of orgasms hammered her endlessly, crippling her consciousness and reducing her to a sweaty, trembling mess.

Awestruck, Victoria marveled at the scene before her. She stopped protesting long ago, and now, as she watched Cindy’s miraculous multi-orgasmic bliss stretch on and on for minutes, Victoria felt the heat of arousal rushing to her own bronze-skinned cheeks. She couldn’t help imagining herself in Cindy’s place – slammed on her back, held down, and locked in the throes of such amazing sex. Without thinking, she touched herself and imagined it was Paul.

She imagined his strong arms holding her and his firm hand guiding her expertly toward release – methodically erasing her thoughts, fears, and self-consciousness. She imagined his cock sliding smoothly inside her body – their mutual heat rising with every stroke. She imagined him bringing her to the edge of control – holding her there – savoring the taste of her tongue and lips – basking in the moment of no return – before an unstoppable swell of gratification finally consumed them both.

And so, with Cindy still twisting and crying with pleasure, Victoria lost control as well. Head spinning and imagination racing, she fell to the carpet, on her back, with the clasp of her jeans blown wide open – fingers buried deep in the heat of her own pussy. Victoria’s moans of pleasure now joined Cindy’s ragged groans and desperate gasps for breath. Eyes closed, breasts heaving, hair a mess all around her – Victoria lost herself in fantasy. The sounds of sex surrounded her – bodies pressing together in perfect rhythm, hands sliding over sweaty skin, waves of orgasm rising and falling with every breath – until finally a single grunt from Paul sent her over the edge.

The raw intensity of it caught her by surprise. A cry accidentally slipped from her lips, revealing her masturbation to everyone in the room. She quickly bit her lip, struggling to stay quiet while a delicious orgasm steadily consumed her. Starting in her core, fantastically satisfying tremors pulsed through every inch of her body, followed by a warm wash of relaxation. Still lost in bliss and dizzy with relief, she sighed out loud, “Ahhhh… yesss…”

“You mean… Ohhh FUCK yes!”

Cindy’s voice startled Victoria out of her trance. For the first time since she started masturbating, Victoria realized that the rest of the room had fallen silent – Paul and Cindy were done. Caught on her back, with her jeans tugged down and her hand in her panties, Victoria felt a rush of embarrassment. Had they been watching? And how long? Blushing uncontrollably, she frantically sat up and started fixing her jeans, fingers still slick with her own juices.

After catching her breath, Victoria was relieved to see that Paul and Cindy had not been watching – in fact they had finished only moments before. Paul had pulled out, rolled over, and seemed to be passed out. Meanwhile, Cindy still lay on her back, panting slightly, with one arm laying across her forehead. She stared blankly toward the ceiling, basking in the afterglow, letting air cool the glistening streams of sweat running down her naked body.

“That was fucking fantastic!” Cindy laughed giddily for no particular reason.

“Yeah, that was awesome… You went wild on him, but he held in there. Not just that… It looked like he rocked you!” Victoria emphasized the word “rocked.”

Cindy chuckled at the understatement, her cheeks still blush from the sex, “Ohh, hell yeah! I’ve NEVER been fucked like that! He is a machine…”

“Well next time, it’s my turn! You did him hard and fast, but I’d rather take my time with him – drag it out for hours…”

“Yeah, you say that now, but I know you, Victoria… You’ll be slamming him after five minutes!”

“Wanna bet?”

The girls laughed together, then looked toward Marie. Miraculously, she still lay unconscious – now with Paul laying unconscious beside her. Somehow all the heated talking, taunting, and fucking, just inches away, had not awakened her. Apparently the earlier onslaught of orgasms had completely knocked her out! As Cindy thrust her slim hips into the air to pull her windpants back on, she smiled affectionately toward the sleeping lovers, “Awww… Look at them… So cute… All fucked out…”

Victoria giggled at Cindy’s irreverence and added, “She’ll never know… She’ll never know you banged the living shit out of her boyfriend… and he banged you back!”

Still naked from the waist up, Cindy untied her disheveled ponytail, letting her smooth, dark hair fall around her slender neck and shoulders. Then, as she collected her hair into a new ponytail, she smiled, “Yeah! That will be our little secret. He definitely won’t tell her, that’s for sure! In fact, I bet he’d do just about anything to keep her from finding out about what just happened…”

And, with that, a new idea crossed Cindy’s mind. She arched an eyebrow deviously, and her mischievous grin returned…

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This next story is the unfinished successor to the original Three on One. I will post each chapter as a separate reply. Enjoy!

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Three on One: Spring Break

* * * The Deal * * *

Roosevelt Hall was strangely silent. No students rushing off to class. No music blaring through the doors. No couples making out in the study lounge. Indeed, the floor was almost empty. It was the first day of Spring Break, and the students of Wilson University were long gone. They were either visiting their parents, traveling with friends, or partying on a beach somewhere. Everyone, that is, except the girls of room 301.

Brad straightened his shirt, pressed his glasses back against his face, and took a single long, deep breath before knocking. His knock was hesitant, but it resonated down the empty hallway nonetheless. He glanced nervously up and down the hall, worried about attracting attention. He was the kind of guy who preferred to avoid the spotlight, and standing here, in this empty hall of this empty dorm, knocking on the door to room 301, made him feel like he was somehow on display. As his favorite comic book superhero would say, "Hiding is easy in a crowd. It's when you're alone that everybody sees you." And at this moment, Brad definitely felt alone.

His thoughts of comic books and superheroes faded instantly, however, when Alice opened the door. For his entire first semester of college, he had only known her as "the cute blonde girl in the computer programming lab." She was also the ONLY girl in the computer programming lab. Her saw her there frequently -- she was a senior or a grad student or something -- and she helped him with a few of his projects. He knew she was good with Unix and she had a cute, fit body, but it took him until the spring semester to collect his wits enough to remember her name. Her short blonde hair and perky, flirty attitude tended to make Brad a little dizzy and forgetful sometimes.

And so, yet again, Brad found himself standing awkwardly in front of beautiful Alice, having forgotten why he was here or what he planned to say. His brain was completely occupied by her white, pink, and red polka-dotted pajama bottoms and her cute white tee, fashionably short to show the slightest hint of skin around her midriff. Standing there, face to face with his daydream beauty in her socks and pjs, not even the simplest greeting -- "Hi Alice" -- could find his lips.

Luckily, Alice's eyes perked up immediately, and she greeted him with her usual enthusiasm, "Oh Brad! Yay, you decided to come! We were worried you were going to chicken out on us!" The words "we" and "us" plucked a string somewhere in Brad's subconscious, but his body mindlessly followed her forward, "Come in! Come in! Welcome to suite 301," she stopped to exaggerate a wink, "the coooolest room on campus!"

It was a typical upper classman dorm room -- nicer than the freshman dorms where Brad lived, but nothing extravagant. It had a good-sized common room with typical, cheap college furniture like a futon, a beanbag chair, a small TV, a dartboard, twinkle lights strung over the window, and a small kitchenette with empty beer bottles in the sink. Being familiar with the layout of typical rooms like this on campus, he knew that connected to the common room would be a bathroom and two bedrooms with two beds each, meaning each suite housed four students. As Brad stepped inside, Alice jokingly admitted, "Okay, so maybe it's not the cooooolest room on campus. But it's home to the cooooolest girls on campus! Brad, I want you to meet my roommates, Tori and Vanessa."

If Alice's short blonde hair and cute body had not already scrambled Brad's brain, Tori and Vanessa were built to knock him unconscious. The first thing he noticed about Tori was her height -- easily taller than him, she was probably over six feet tall -- and that she was wearing what looked like satiny black night shorts that left her long, olive-toned legs completely bare, from her ankles to her hips. She also wore a matching loose satiny black nightshirt top, with pearl-white buttons unbuttoned eye-poppingly low on her chest, and no sign of a bra underneath. What was with these girls all still being dressed for bed?? Brad had been up for at least three hours already!

Meanwhile, Vanessa looked like she had just got back from a morning run, and she had a slender runner's body to match the look. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail hanging over the back of her baby blue Nike visor, and she was wearing a matching skin-tight, sleeveless workout top and Spandex shorts. She even had a plastic water bottle in her hand and the slightest sheen of sweat on her neck. The blush of heat in her cheeks and the tightness of her outfit made Brad especially uncomfortable, and it was a struggle for him to avert his eyes. Did any of these girls know he was coming over?... He started to wonder if he should offer to come back another time, when they were dressed more... well... dressed-?

"Hi Brad!" both roommates gushed enthusiastically. Most unusually -- at least compared to Brad's typical experience with attractive women -- these girls seemed genuinely happy to meet him. He wasn't sure how to react...

"Uhhh, hi," a brief smile and wave seemed appropriate. And simultaneously lame, the moment he did it. He could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks already.

"Awwww, he's shy!" Tori bent a knee and clasped her hands to her heart, "That's adorable!"

Vanessa grinned mischievously from under the shadow of her visor, "You were so right, Alice. I never should have doubted you..."

Alice beamed with what looked like pride, "See!? What did I tell you? Perfect, right?"

Brad had the distinct feeling that they were sharing some sort of inside joke that only girls would understand. Although he was a smart guy, he didn't bother trying to figure it out. After all, Stephen Hawking once said that women were the greatest mystery in the universe. So if Brad's idol (the smartest man alive!) couldn't figure them out, what chance did a freshman computer science major have? No, Brad often told himself, it was better to just smile and nod. And try to stop blushing.

Forever the energetic hostess, Alice turned back to her guest, "Okay, so maybe we're not the cooooolest girls on campus. Since we're not, like, getting drunk in Cancun right now or anything -- like Jessica, our fourth roomie."

"Fuck Jess," Vanessa waved her wrist dismissively as she took a chug from her water bottle. Wiping droplets from her chin with the back of her hand, she added, "She doesn't know what she's missing."

Vanessa's easy use of the word "fuck" caught Brad off-guard, especially considering they just met. Girls talk like that??

Alice gave Vanessa the briefest of stern looks before her usual bubbly smile returned, "Yes... well... Brad. I bet you're wondering why I invited you over. You see, instead of spending a lot of money and going away for spring break each year, Vanessa, Tori, and I have a sort of tradition. We stay here, at school, and just hang out with each other. You see, after our freshman year together, we discovered that we all share the same... common... interests."

Tori chuckled suddenly, drawing a sideways grin from Vanessa. Alice ignored them and kept her focus on Brad, "But we don't get a chance to hang out, relax, and truly unwind during the school year. You know... with all our classes and sports and stuff going on."

Brad found himself nodding. He could certainly identify with the stress of classes. Sports... not so much. Chess club was stressful sometimes, though. That's kind of a sport...

Alice continued, "Spring break is our only chance to take a break and do what WE wanna do. So while everyone else leaves to go party or whatever, we stay behind and do our own thing. Just us. You can understand that, right?"

Since Brad was standing there with the blank expression of a deer caught in headlights, she gave him her best smile and a small nod of encouragement to get him nodding in response before she continued, "I mean... you too, right? You told me in the lab that you're staying for spring break, too, right?"

"Uhhh, yeah... Yeah... I am," of course, Brad's reason for staying was not as deliberate as Alice's. It was more because he didn't have any other options and he couldn't afford to go home. But if these girls thought he turned down a trip to Daytona Beach or something, all the better, in his mind.

"Yeah! So you totally get where we're coming from!" Her smile seemed to get bigger with every word -- if that was possible.

"Yeah... of course..." it seemed like the cool thing to say, even though he really had no clue what she was talking about.

"So you don't have any plans this week? Your parents aren't coming to visit or anything, are they?" As Alice finished her question, Tori and Vanessa both got suddenly still, as if they were holding their breath for his answer...

"Ummm... no... no, not really. No plans," it seemed really lame when he said it, but all three girls sparkled with happiness at his response.

"Great! So you're, like, totally free?"

"Yeah..." he shrugged, "All my friends went home."

Vanessa covered her mouth and whispered a sing-song "aww-summm!" toward Tori, but it was loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. Tori couldn't resist cracking a laugh. Alice ignored them, "So that settles it. Brad, you should totally join us for spring break this year! Hang out with us all week long. What do you think?"

She was nodding again, trying to lead him into nodding back. And it was working, "Ummm... suuure..." Something about her invitation seemed weird -- almost rehearsed or like she had done it before -- and it put him reflexively on-guard. But that didn't really matter right now. This was a chance to hang out with three gorgeous girls for an entire week! He was ready to agree to almost anything.

"But!" Vanessa interjected sharply from across the room, "One condition!"

Alice impatiently shushed her brown-haired roommate, "Yes, yes, I was getting there, geez! Yeah... So, Brad..." she took a deep breath, rested her hands on his shoulders, and looked him straight in the eyes, "If you want to hang out with us this week, we do have one condition. Just one. You ready for it?"

He was already on the verge of hyperventilating just from having a blonde as cute as Alice standing so close to him, staring into his eyes. It took several tries before he could swallow the nervous lump in his throat and answer her question, "Y-... y-yeah... Sure. What is it?"

Staring directly into his eyes, she spoke slowly to emphasize each and every word, "You... must... do... everything... we... say." She let him process for a moment before continuing, "Ev...ry...thing. No matter what. No questions. No complaints. Whatever we say. You do it. Do you understand?"

Despite the magic of Alice's glassy blue eyes, even a shy, sheltered geek like Brad could realize the gravity of her request -- and the potential dangers. He took an apprehensive step back, "Wait... what? Everything? Anything? Isn't that like... slavery?"

Alice hurried to pat him gently on the shoulder, "No, no, honey! Not like slavery..."

Vanessa grinned, tapped her chin, and cocked her head thoughtfully, "Well-..."

"No!" Alice cut her off, "Not like slavery, honey. More like... you're our boyfriend. And good boyfriends do what their girlfriends tell them. And you get to have THREE girlfriends! Pretty cool, huh?"

"I don't know..." A voice in the back of Brad's mind was telling him to run. Now.

Alice hurried to speak, before it was too late, "Oh, but I'm not done yet! You get something else, too! Yeah! You see, I showed Vanessa and Tori your Facebook page before you got here, and we all agreed your picture is really cute. And now that you're here, I think I speak for both of them when I say, we ALL think you're, like, SUPER cute!"

Tori almost fell over with her eagerness to blurt, "Ohmygodyes! That whole... shy-innocent-genius thing you got goin'-"

Alice couldn't help herself, "TOO cute!! I told you! Right!?"

Vanessa was not overflowing with giddy, girlish excitement like the other two, but she was definitely smiling, "Ohh yeah... I like what I see..."

"It's settled then," having received all the confirmation she needed from her roommates, Alice turned to face Brad squarely once again, "See? All three of us like you... a LOT. So... if you do absolutely everything we say for an entire week..."

Giving him her best bedroom eyes, she glided forward and effortlessly wrapped her arms over his shoulders and around his neck, "...you can have ...sex with us."

Brad's heart hammered in his ears as she pressed her body against him. Holding him in the gentlest embrace, she leaned forward to whisper directly into his ear, "As much as you want... Any time you want... Any way you want... All... year... long."

She punctuated her offer with the slightest nibble on his ear lobe, sending chills through his entire body before she slowly released her embrace. His legs were quivering, and his voice was gone. All he could do was stare -- at the three sexy coeds who just offered themselves to him. This was too good to be true! The voice in his mind, telling him to run, was fading fast.

Fidgeting with his shirt collar, Alice looked up at him and batted her eyes as coyly as she could, "Just one week. Disobey at any time, for any reason, and the deal is off. But do everything we say -- no questions, no complaints -- and we're all yours." She bit her lower lip and blushed, as if the idea of being "all yours" was especially exciting to her, "So what's it going to be?"

Before Brad knew what happened, suddenly Tori was hanging off his shoulder, her long black hair and satiny black nightshirt tickling his arm. She smelled fresh, yet exotic, "Say yes! Oh god, please say yes..."

Vanessa completed the triangle by hanging off his other shoulder. Her confident glare, from beneath the brim of her Nike visor, seemed to drill directly into his soul, "You know you want to. And trust me... It's worth it."

The voice in his mind, telling him to run, was utterly silent now -- drowned out by the overwhelming sexual roar of his teenage instinct. These three girls, each stunningly sexy in her own way, had just promised, in plain terms, something he had never imagined in his wildest dreams. Sure, he had fantasized before about Alice -- with her cute, short blonde hair, her glassy blue eyes, her beaming smile, her cute ass, and her seemingly endless energy. Despite her knockout appearance, he had always considered her "in his league" because she was, at heart, a nerdy computer programmer, like him. He saw her all the time in the computer lab. It was only natural to fantasize.

But Tori and Vanessa... they were an entirely different class of woman. Tori was a tall, exotic, olive-skinned, natural-born Mediterranean beauty -- the kind of girl who becomes a model, jets off to Europe, and sees through ordinary guys like Brad as if they were invisible. And Vanessa was clearly an athlete -- perhaps a swimmer -- the kind of girl who only dates big, buff guys because she could probably break a wimpy bookworm like Brad in half if she tried. He would never get another chance like this with a girl like Tori or Vanessa for the rest of his life, and he knew it. Hell, Alice was probably nothing more than a stupid fantasy too.

But this was real. This was actually happening. This was his chance... His chance to take a chance...

"Okay, I'll do it."

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Three on One: Spring Break (continued)
* * * Morning, Day 1 * * *

All three girls simultaneously burst into a fit of wild cheering, squealing, and jumping. For a moment, Brad worried that the commotion might bring the Resident Advisor knocking on their door to issue a noise violation. But then he remembered that it was spring break, and the whole floor was empty except for the four of them in this room. They could make as much noise as they wanted, and no one would hear or care.

As Tori and Vanessa danced giddily, arm-in-arm around the room, April leaned in to give Brad a warm, friendly hug, "Ohhh, you made such a good choice! I'm SO glad you decided to stay. We are going to have SO much fun this week!"

At first, Brad smiled and assumed that by "we" she meant all four of them. But then she winked and added cheerfully, "Oh, and don't worry... You will have fun, too!"

It was Vanessa who finally called the celebration to a halt by clapping her hands firmly together, "Okay! We have some setting-up to do!"

"On it!" before Vanessa could say another word, Tori disappeared behind one of the bedroom doors.

"Great! And YOU," Vanessa turned to point a stern finger toward Brad, "You have some cleaning up to do!"

Alice tugged his sleeve and gently reminded him, "The clock starts now. So you're on the job. Better do as she says!"

Playing with her newfound power, Vanessa snapped into a military posture and took on a mock drill-sergeant tone, "That's right, soldier! Remember your orders! You have to do everything we tell you to do, when we tell you to do it. No questions! No back-talk! Do you understand, soldier?"

Joining her game, Brad smiled and snapped to attention, "Yes, uh, sir!"

"Sir!?" Vanessa struggled to maintain her composure and sound offended before she cracked up, broke character, and started laughing, "Okay, at ease, soldier. Now, like I said, you have some cleaning up to do. Follow me."

She immediately turned and marched toward the bathroom adjoining the suite's common room. Brad, the dutiful servant, followed. Once they were both inside the bathroom, she shut the door behind them -- which struck him as odd, but whatever. It was a cramped space, with just a shower-tub, toilet, sink, and small medicine cabinet. It was obviously uncomfortable for Brad, standing so close to a girl like Vanessa. She was intimidating, with her confident, assertive posture and toned, lean body in skin-tight spandex shorts and tank top that left very little to the imagination. His mind wandered to the weeks ahead -- what would it be like to have sex with her? Her personality and body type were completely different from Alice. Vanessa was an athlete. She walked like an athlete. She talked like an athlete. Somehow, she seemed like the kind of girl who could just take what she wanted, as many times as she wanted, and would never stop until she was completely satisfied. Although erotic, it was also scary.

Deliberately averting his eyes from Vanessa's tight athletic top stretched over her smaller-than-average breasts, Brad looked around the bathroom instead, trying to get a sense of how much cleaning he would have to do. To his surprise, however, everything was spotless -- the sink, the tile, the shower. There was nothing to clean!

Vanessa simply ignored the confused expression on Brad's face. Instead, she turned on the shower, turned around, and gave him a direct order, "Strip."

Dumbfounded, Brad just stood there with his mouth open.

"I said... strip!" With a commanding look in her eyes, she sharply cocked her head to one side, causing her ponytail to swing over her shoulder, "Take your clothes off. All of them. No questions. That's the deal. So do it. Now!"

Brad finally realized what she meant by "cleaning up." She meant cleaning HIM up. For a moment, he considered backing out, saying no, running back to his dorm, and leaving this whole event behind. It would be easy. They wouldn't stop him. But then... what would he be giving up? Was it worth it?

Eventually, Brad's logical brain managed to rationalize it... If they were ever going to have sex, they would have to get naked. What's the difference between seeing him naked now, and seeing him naked later? None. So he might as well do as she says...

So, blushing harder than he had ever blushed before in his entire life, Brad slowly undressed. For her part, Vanessa simply stood there, uncomfortably close, arms crossed, and watched. She was mostly expressionless, but he noticed the slightest twinkle in her light brown eyes after he took off his shirt. Brad was never the type of guy to lift weights or work out much, but he had a naturally fast metabolism, and he enjoyed riding his bike around campus. Although he lacked the bulging "six pack" abs he had seen on movie stars and body builders, he was lean and at least had muscles and creases in most of the right places. It wasn't much, but Vanessa seemed pleasantly surprised.

When he was down to nothing but his boxer shorts, he hesitated one last time. This was it. Vanessa, a slender, sexy coed he had met only minutes ago, was going to see him naked. Perhaps it was his hormone-fueled imagination, perhaps it was Vanessa standing so close, or perhaps it was just the steam from the hot shower slowly filling the room, but he felt his cock steadily swelling with every breath he took. Already, it was forming an embarrassing tent-pole in his boxers, and there was nothing he could do to cover it up. Vanessa noticed it, too, and her emotionless glare melted into a wry, knowing grin. She knew the effect she was having on him, and she enjoyed it.

Brad decided to silently count to five, to himself, to gather the courage to drop his boxers. He took a long, deep breath, closed his eyes, relaxed, and imagined the numbers floating by in his mind. One... two... three... f-

"Oh for fuck's sake!" exasperated, Vanessa grabbed his boxers in her fists and yanked them down to his ankles in one violent pull. Almost fully erect, Brad's cock bounced in the steamy air, totally exposed, inches away from Vanessa. He was in shock, but she ignored it, "Now get in there and clean yourself up!"

She pushed his naked body into the shower and pulled the curtain behind him. The water was warm and soothing, but Brad was too delirious to move. He just stood there, letting it wash over him, while his brain struggled to make sense of the morning. So much had happened in such a short time. Was there any way to know what he had gotten himself into? How long had these girls been planning this? What was going to happen next?

It was all too much. Rather than scare himself by worrying about the unknown, he decided to focus on the task at hand. She wanted him to clean up... So, he did as he was told, and took time to thoroughly soap, scrub, and rinse every single part of his body. Once he got going, he discovered that it was actually a relief not to worry about what to do next, and instead to simply follow Vanessa's orders. For Brad, who always worried about what to do in seemingly every situation, it felt surprisingly good to have someone telling him what to do. For now, he only needed to focus on what Vanessa told him to do, and do it as well as possible -- everything else was irrelevant.

And so, after finishing his shower and toweling himself off, Brad felt pretty good. In a strange way, he was actually proud of how thoroughly he had cleaned himself for Vanessa, and a small corner of his ego hoped that she would notice. As he stepped out of the shower, however, he got an unpleasant surprise... His clothes were gone! What were the girls up to now?

With the towel tied around his waist, he cracked the bathroom door enough to peek out, "Vanessa? Alice? Tori? Anybody? I need my clothes! Hello?"

The common room was empty. He thought he heard a girlish giggle from one of the bedrooms, but he was not sure. He called out a few more times and got no response, other than perhaps more quiet giggling. Finally, without much choice, he decided to come out and look around. He tiptoed across the common room, eyes scanning every table, every chair, every countertop... everywhere his clothes might be. Nothing. And so, dressed in nothing but a towel and blushing uncontrollably, he peeked into the open bedroom.

Now, Brad had been in an upperclass dorm suite like this before, so he knew what to expect. Each four-person suite had two bedrooms, with two beds in each bedroom. The beds were typical college-issue long twin beds -- comfortable, but only wide enough for one person. Students were free to rearrange their rooms. Some students would install curtains to divide their bedroom into two private spaces. Other students (mostly guys) would stack their beds or elevate their beds by building homemade wooden lofts to free up floor space. When Brad peeked into Vanessa and Tori's bedroom, however, he saw something he had never seen before...

The room was immaculately painted and decorated in pale pinkish tones with matching pink slipcovers over the end tables and chairs, a massive deep plush pearl-colored rug running almost from wall to wall, thick dark curtains blocking all light from the windows, and at least two dozen lit pink candles giving the room a cozy warm glow. But that was not what got Brad's attention. Because the most prominent feature of the entire room was not the paint, the rug, or the candles... it was the bed. Or, more precisely, both beds pushed together, along the far wall, directly across from the door, to form a single, large pink-and-white queen-sized bed, with a large mirror on the wall at the headboard. This was something he had definitely never seen before, and his brain struggled to make sense of it... Tori and Vanessa sleep together??

"Gotcha!!" suddenly Brad felt himself being grabbed around the waist and picked up off his feet. It was all three girls, but mostly Vanessa, giggling fiendishly while tackling him from behind. They had been hiding in the other bedroom! They could not lift him up completely, but they managed to get him off his feet enough to toss him forward onto the bed. He scrambled to roll over onto his back and face them, being careful not to lose his towel.

Clutching the towel at his waist in one hand, and propping himself up on the bed by his other elbow, he blurted out, "What!? What are you doing!?"

All three girls towered over him. Tori at his left, Vanessa at his right, and Alice at the foot of the bed. Tori was still in her satiny black nightclothes, and Alice was still in her polka-dotted pajama pants and t-shirt, but Vanessa had changed out of her workout clothes. Now she was wearing a large men's hockey jersey that was way too big for her. It draped over her shoulders like a poncho and hung all the way down to her mid-thigh. From her mid-thigh down, however, her slim, toned legs were bare, and Brad could not help but wonder if she was wearing anything else at all, underneath that jersey.

Tori cooed at him, teasingly, "Shhh... Time for your next assiiiignment!"

Twirling a strand of her short blonde hair with her finger, Alice was blushing almost as hard as Brad, "I told you, Brad... Tori, Vanessa, and I, we all have the same common interests," she put a very suggestive emphasis on the word "interests."

"Yeahhh," Tori crawled slowly onto the bed and stretched out casually beside him. She ran a single, wandering finger down Brad's shoulder and arm as she spoke, "We like to play with boys."

Vanessa climbed onto the bed from the other side, "But it's so hard to do it during the semester..."

Trapped between Tori on one side and Vanessa on the other, Brad found himself reflexively scooting further up the bed, toward the headboard, tightly clutching his towel to keep it from slipping off. But his scooting only made room for Alice, who slowly crawled onto the bed at his feet. Her light blue eyes shimmered in the candlelight, and she made a mock pouty face, "Yeah, stuff like class and homework really interrupts the fun..."

Tori added, "And people always coming and going..."

And Vanessa added, "And people downstairs complaining about the noise..."

Alice giggled mischievously, then sat up on her knees, overlooking Brad's bare legs and feet, "But now... Now there's nobody else around... Now it's just you... and us... For a whole... week! Mmmm, yeah... And you have to do whatever we say... Heehee, we are going to have fuuuun with you, boy!"

Brad could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He felt like a trapped and wounded animal, surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves. And yet, with these three hot young coeds towering over him and barely wearing any clothes, he felt his cock steadily swelling with every pulse of blood through his veins. He had no idea what these girls meant by "play with boys" and "have fun," but something about it sounded like he was in serious trouble. People downstairs complained about the noise!?

Vanessa snapped her fingers, "Alright! Let's see it! Lose the towel!"

This was his last chance. A chance to say no and back out before things went too far. A chance to avoid complete and total humiliation. But if he turned back now... Laying here, all around him, was the evidence of what he would miss. On one side -- a tall, exotic, olive-skinned Mediterranean beauty, with long black hair and curves fit for a supermodel. On the other side -- a sporty brunette with a lithe young body and the flexibility and fitness of a gymnast. And at his feet -- a cute, energetic, bubbly blonde with a perfectly shaped ass and a soft spot for nerdy guys. If he wanted these girls -- most importantly if he wanted Alice! -- he knew what he had to do.

So he decided to do as he was told. Not just this time, but always. He resolved to let all his fears and self-consciousness subside, and dedicate himself to simply fulfilling the wishes of these three girls. At least for the coming week, he decided to surrender himself to them, and do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted it. Rather than worry about embarrassing or humiliating himself, he decided to take pride in doing the best he could for them, no matter what they asked. If they were happy, he would be happy.

And with that resolution in mind, Brad laid back, slowly unraveled his towel, and revealed himself to the girls around him. His cock was mostly erect, and all three girls beamed with delight. Admiring their prize, they exchanged knowing smiles and coy giggles. Vanessa was the first to finally say something. She pumped her fist and high-fived Alice, "YES! Good job, girl! Damn, we owe you bigtime!"

Alice blushed, "I know, right?"

Tori snatched the towel from Brad's hand and tossed it to the floor, leaving him no hope of covering himself back up, "Let's get to it, ladies!"

"I call first!" Vanessa planted her hands on Brad's chest and sat up on her knees beside him. Her hockey jersey hung over her like a smock, but Brad still did not have the right angle to see if she was wearing any underwear.

"No," Tori patted his chest like he was some kind of table, "finder gets first. You know the rules."

"Awww man," Vanessa sank back down to her heels, clearly disappointed, "That means you, Alice."

"Alright..." Alice crawled forward to situate herself beside Brad's hip, next to Tori. She gently placed her hands on his bare thigh, sending a surge of electric chills through his entire body. Her touch was soft, almost loving, but he had no idea what might be coming next, "Now Brad... remember... If at any point you are not comfortable and you want to quit, just say so, and you can quit. But remember, if you walk away... or if you don't obey our commands... the deal is off, and you don't get your reward. Do you understand?"

He nodded nervously. It was the best he could muster, given the massive lump of fear in his throat.

"Good. Now remember... do exactly as I say. Do that for me, and I promise you'll have a good time, okay?" She waited for his nod, "Great. Now, I want you to get hard for me. That's right. Get niiiice and hard for me boy."

As she said it, she leaned over him and ran her hands slowly along his thighs, up to his pelvis, up along his stomach, and down his sides. Although she never touched his cock, the effect was almost as powerful. Looking up at such a hot young blonde massaging his naked body was all the stimulation he needed to reach full attention in a matter of seconds. His cock stood straight up from his body now, like a dark red spike, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

"Verrrry good," her voice shifted to a softness that somehow complemented the warm glow of the candlelight, "Keep going, baby. I want to see how hard you can get. Worrrk for it. Bigger, baby. Show me my cock."

He didn't think it was possible to get any harder -- he didn't even know there was such a thing as varying degrees of hardness! -- but he closed his eyes, clenched his muscles, and tried to meet her demand. He had no idea what he was doing, but it seemed like the right thing to do. Meanwhile, she kept gently massaging his thighs and midsection -- never going near his cock.

His eyes were closed in intense focus, but he felt the bed move as Tori got up and left. It was hard to hear her bare feet padding around on the thick plush carpet, but he could hear her quietly opening a dresser drawer and digging around inside. Meanwhile, Vanessa still lay on his other side, across from Alice, but she was being very still and totally silent. Apparently, this was Alice's show.

"Verrry nice, baby... I can see it pulsing... Show me more, baby... Juuuust a little bit more."

He could feel his abs starting to quiver. What had started off as an erotic massage was slowly becoming torture. His cock was throbbing... burning... aching to be touched. But she would not touch it. Instead, she would swirl her fingers breathtakingly close. Then swirl them away. All while softly coaxing him with her voice -- telling him to control something that he couldn't control.

After a minute, he heard a plastic "pop" sound. Before he could open his eyes to see what it was, he felt a warm drizzle of liquid dripping down onto his stomach. It was Tori, standing beside the bed, slowly pouring a bottle of heated massage oil down onto him. Alice smiled, nodded approvingly, and smoothly ran her hands up to the oil, then lovingly spread it over his chest, abs, waist, and thighs -- again deliberately missing his cock.

"How's that feel, baby?... Feel good?"

It did. In fact, it felt exquisite. Despite everything he had ever known, it even felt like his cock was swelling up just a little bit more -- larger than he thought was possible. But with every gentle swirl of Alice's oiled hands, the aching need to be touched grew worse and worse. The torture went on and on. As minutes passed, Alice massaged everything but his cock, all while softly coaxing him, "Just a little bit harder, baby... come on... make my cock as hard as it can be... Work for it, baby... Work harrrrd..."

The bizarre mix of pleasure and aching made him start to sweat. His abs, thighs, and buttocks were twitching. He wanted to cry out, but instead he whimpered hesitantly, "Please..."

Her hands suddenly stopped. She looked up at him with an eyebrow cocked, "Hmm? Did you say something?"

"Please... please touch... it..." despite everything, he could not bring himself to say the word.

"Well, well..." Alice turned her head to Vanessa. Both girls had huge, devilish grins on their faces, "I think the boy forgot how this works."

Vanessa playfully swatted him on the chest, "Silly boys!"

Alice resumed her massage, exactly as before, although perhaps a bit rougher, "Silly boy. You don't give orders... We do. You don't even get to ASK for something unless we let you. No... your job is to do exactly as we say, got it?"

After getting the nod she wanted, Alice then carefully leaned forward so he could feel the teasing heat of her breath on his cock, "So I want you to lay there... don't say a single word... and get back to making this dick as harrrrd as it can get!"

Tori had taken a seat in a chair near the window, facing the bed. Brad couldn't see what she was doing, but he heard her mumble, "Yeahhh girl..."

Alice just kept teasing with her fingers and coaxing with her voice, "Show me, baby... Yeahhh... show me how big it gets... Make it bigger, baby... Really work for it... Really work harrrd... Push yourself, baby... Push it for me..."

Brad strained to meet her demand, but he had no idea how to do it. In reality, it did not seem to matter what he did. As Alice continued to massage his groin and hips, passing agonizingly close to his cock each time, his erection throbbed entirely on its own. It was out of his control. And after what seemed like at least an hour of torture, Alice finally revealed that that was her point, "Ohhh, baby... Verrrry good. You can relax now. I'm sorry if that hurt you, baby. But we needed to do that," she crawled up the bed, toward the headboard, so she could pet his sweaty head and look into his eyes while she talked to him, "Now you see. Now you finally understand. Your dick belongs to us this week. You are no longer allowed to touch it. And if we don't touch it -- nobody touches it."

He looked up into her eyes, and she was dead serious. There wasn't the slightest hint of humor or sympathy in her voice. Just inescapable fact, "And if your dick belongs to us... That means your orgasm belongs to us, too." She bit her lower lip and nodded gravely, "Yes. Your orgasms are now OUR orgasms. We say when. We say how. You say nothing. From now on, that's how this works."

His eyes flashed over to Vanessa in reflexive alarm, but she merely nodded in solemn affirmation. After giving Brad a moment to fully realize what she just said, Alice leaned over and kissed him, ever so softly, on the cheek. Then she whispered in his ear so Tori and Vanessa couldn't hear, "Don't worry, baby. You take care of me, and I'll take care of you." She started to lean back, but then she remembered something else she wanted to whisper, "Oh... but I'm a really, reeeeeally nasty tease, so... ummm... sorry in advance! Heehee!"

And with that, she pinned his head to the pillow with a deep, passionate kiss. It caught him off-guard at first, but he quickly recovered and managed to not embarrass himself. He tried to return the kiss, but he wasn't sure what to do. Given their "arrangement," was he allowed to reach up and hold her head in his hands, like he wanted to? Or should he just lay there like a dead fish and get smooched? He ended up just squirming awkwardly, causing Alice to break the kiss and genuinely laugh, "Oh my god, you are SO cute!"

Vanessa laughed, too, "Wow, he has no clue! This is going to be great!"

Her hands still slick with massage oil, Alice returned to her previous position, kneeling beside Brad's hip. To her amusement, his cock was still rock hard, "Now seriously, boy. Did you think I was going to touch your dick without kissing you first?" She shook her head in mock disappointment, "Wow... boys..."

Vanessa shook her head, too, playing along, "Seriously. Always in such a hurry."

"I know, right?" Alice smiled deviously, "I think we need to teach him how to slowww dowwwn."

Vanessa nodded firmly, "That's a useful skill."

"It's settled then. It's learning time!" Alice motioned over her shoulder, "Tori, I think we need your help for this one." As Tori rejoined them on the bed, Alice continued, "Okay Brad. Now Vanessa, Tori, and I are going to learn a thing or two about our new toy. Remember -- it's OUR toy, not yours. And in order to learn what we need to learn, we need to play with it for a very... long... time. That means two things. One... stay hard!"

Staring directly at his throbbing cock, Tori chuckled, "I don't think that's going to be a problem."

"And two... don't cum!"

Brad's head was spinning again. How could he possibly control that?? What were they going to do??

Alice popped open the bottle of massage oil and started to pour it over his cock. The warmth was electrifying. Then she poured some into her hands while still talking, "Now, about that second rule. You're probably thinking right now, 'My whole purpose in life is to make Alice happy and do as she says, and she told me not to cum. But how do I do that?'... Well... good question. You're in luck, because we have an answer! That's what Tori and Vanessa are here for."

With a wry grin on her face, Vanessa climbed down and walked around to the foot of the bed. Meanwhile, Tori scooted up toward Brad's shoulders and gently placed one hand at the base of his neck near his collarbone. Alice just kept speaking, matter-of-factly, "They're here to help me take you to the edge, without pushing you too far. You're going to show us your limit!" Her girlish voice peaked and her blue eyes beamed with glee at the word "limit."

"Then you're going to show it to us again... And again... And again... And again!..." She furrowed her eyebrows, thrust out her lower lip, and assumed a mock pouty tone, "Ohh, I'm afraid this part is going to be really, reeeeally hard for you, baby. Awww... sorry, but it's true... We're going to do it as many times as it takes for us to learn EXACTLY where your edge is. Because once we girls know it, we will be able to do INCREDIBLE things to you that you can't even do to yourself," her expression suddenly brightened again, "And THAT'S when we play! Your job will be done, because it won't even be your body anymore. It will be OUR body. Our perfect little toy, to play with aaaall day long, and there won't be anything you can do about it! Heehee! Pretty cool, huh!?"

As she settled into position, hands thoroughly oiled and poised over his cock, she gave one last reminder, "So, remember now. Your orgasm belongs to US. We say when. We say how. You say nothing. You do NOT have permission to cum. No matter what. When you feel it building up... fight back. When you think you can't take it anymore... fight back. When you think you've passed the point of no return... fight back. If you cum without permission, this week is over."

This time, she did not wait for him to nod. Instead, she expertly wrapped her oiled fingers around his cock and started gently pumping it, from base to tip. To the girls' delight, Brad's reaction was instantaneous. His muscles locked, and he clutched the sheets in his fists. All the teasing and all the aching, burning tension of the past hour had built him up for this moment. He was stretched out like a rubber band, ready to snap, just waiting for someone to finally touch him like this. After so much build-up and anticipation, Alice's simple, rhythmic caress, all by itself, was enough to send him roaring to his peak in a matter of seconds.

Remembering her orders -- or, more importantly, the consequences of disobeying her orders -- he immediately tried to suppress the overwhelming rush of pleasure surging through his body. But finding a distraction was utterly impossible. Here he was, flat on his back, stripped naked, and being dominated by three sexy college girls totally focused on his arousal. As Alice's gentle hands glided repeatedly over his cock, he could feel Tori leaning over him, her hands on his chest and her long black hair spilling down onto his neck and cheek. With careful, almost medical, focus she monitored his heartbeat and breathing -- studying the steady escalation of his involuntary responses. Fighting through the rush of stimulation, Brad managed to open his eyes just long enough to see Tori's face, hovering mere inches above his own, her lips wet and hanging open, her cheeks blush, and her dark brown eyes transfixed on his struggle. Her chest was heaving, breathing perfectly in sync with him -- her arousal somehow mirroring his own. His pleasure truly was her pleasure, and it was impossible, laying here as she hovered over him, for him to avoid imagining that it was Tori steadily riding him to their mutual peak, rather than Alice pumping him rhythmically with her fist. But where was Vanessa?

That question quickly answered itself. In addition to the four hands already on his body -- Alice's two hands on his cock, and Tori's two hands on his chest -- he suddenly felt two more. Without interrupting Alice's rhythm, Vanessa gingerly lifted his balls and took them in her hands. She started kneading them, pulling them slightly away from his body and working her fingers into the mushy flesh. The sensation of having so much stimulation applied directly to his most sensitive organs short-circuited every nerve in his body and utterly crushed his self-control. His eyes clamped shut, sweat surged from his pores, his legs locked, and his primal groan filled the room. Six hands expertly worked him toward the inevitable climax, and there was nothing he could do to stop them.

And so, just as he felt his last ounce of resolve evaporate -- as the divine chill of orgasm started forming in his spine -- the girls sensed it, and they made their move. In the blink of an eye, Alice released his cock, leaving it to throb helplessly in the cool air. Meanwhile, Tori dug her nails into his chest, causing a flash of pain that was impossible to ignore. But worst of all was Vanessa. At exactly the moment when his balls would normally contract before orgasm, she seized them with one hand, yanked them firmly down away from his body, then tightly clamped her other hand over the stretched skin and tissue, forcibly blocking any possible flow from his testicles.

The agony was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was a spike driven straight to his core, shredding all hope of orgasm along with it. Distantly, through the pain, he could feel himself yelling and thrashing -- or, trying to thrash while Tori and Alice held him down and Vanessa maintained her vise-like grip on his sex organs. His body was only trying to do what it was instinctively programmed to do, but these girls had found a way to break the program. To Brad's excruciating dismay, their control was absolute, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Orgasm successfully forestalled, the girls finally released him and allowed him to catch his breath. He was lost in a haze of pain and pleasure, but he could vaguely hear the girls chuckling and giving each other high-fives. Then he heard Tori, "That was close. You almost popped him!"

Alice was up and moving about the room, "Yeah... I don't know how you held on, Vanessa, through all his kicking and squealing."

Vanessa was moving, too, "Yeah, let's fix that."

Eyes still closed and reeling in delirium, Brad suddenly felt the girls taking his arms, stretching them up over his head and out toward the corners of the bed, and attaching soft cuffs to his wrists. It took him a moment to realize that they were tying him down, "Hey... What?... What are you doing?"

After strapping his wrist to a bedpost and pulling the line nice and taut, Alice leaned over and lovingly wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Awww... don't worry honey. This is for your protection. We don't want you hurting yourself, with all that kicking and thrashing around. We know you can't help it, baby." She thrust out her lower lip and did her cute exaggerated pouty face again, "It hurrrts, huh? Awwww, poor baby. I told you it would be hard." Her tone when she said "I told you" was almost as if it was HIS fault for not listening, "Now just lay back, be quiet, and remember what I said... When you feel it building up inside you, fight back baby. Fight back as harrrd as your little heart can!"

And with that, she kissed him again -- yet again pinning his head to the pillow while her tongue danced in his mouth for almost an entire minute. She was an aggressive, passionate kisser -- not quite what he had imagined, given her peppy personality and coy "cuteness." He had to admit, though, that the pure joy of kissing Alice quickly erased the pain that Vanessa had inflicted. He lost himself in the kiss, entirely ignoring the other two girls while they cuffed his ankles and strapped him down, spread-eagle on his back. The ropes were taut to all four corners of the bed. Now he was truly defenseless, with no way to escape their torturous game.

The girls resumed their previous positions -- Tori seated beside him on the bed, with her hands on his chest; Alice seated on the bed at his hip, poised over his cock; and Vanessa kneeling on the rug at the foot of the bed, reaching up to roll his balls between her fingertips. They were a well-practiced team, wordlessly in sync with each other, and their game was clear -- to totally dominate and control every sexual function of Brad's body.

Blushing and beaming from ear to ear, Alice took his cock back in her hands and resumed her steady pumping rhythm, exactly where she left off, "Remember, baby. Fight harrrd! Show me your REAL limit, baby. Show me how far you can go!"

Totally defenseless, stripped naked, tied down, and teased beyond belief -- Brad stood no chance against these three determined girls. They worked him back to a blinding frenzy of ecstasy in just a few short minutes. Alice's pace on his cock was relentless, steadily pumping his entire length with both hands at the same time. Meanwhile, Vanessa cupped his balls, one in each hand, and massaged them expertly toward release. Tired of merely watching, Tori added her own special touch by leaning down and ever-so-lightly teasing his neck and collar with her moist Sicilian lips. Despite it all, he tried -- he genuinely tried -- to meet Alice's demand. He did everything he could to fight the flood of pleasure coursing through his body. Against all instinct, he fought to make her happy. And as his pulse pounded through the cock in her hands, her smile seemed to get bigger and bigger with every second that he managed to hold out.

But the ultimate conclusion was never in doubt. The result was inevitable. Brad cringed and twitched, straining against his binds. Glorious defeat finally consumed him. He felt the chain reaction begin -- and the girls felt it, too.

"RRRGGHH!" he cried out in pain as the girls expertly blocked him from cumming, yet again. Alice abandoned his cock, and Tori dug her fingernails into his chest, but that was nothing compared to the breathtaking pain of Vanessa tugging and strangling his balls. He would have kicked and thrashed, but the binds were pulled tight, and the best he could do was twitch, shiver, sweat, and tremble.

Alice was panting, and her whole face was red. She gave him a few seconds to cool off before she wiped the sweat off her own forehead, sighed deeply, and smiled up at him, "Wow! That is SO good! Whew... You make me so hot, baby! Mmmm, yeah... Let's do that again!"

After only a short break, she seized his cock and started pumping again. The pain had not even had time to fully subside yet, but Vanessa went right back to her same old job, gently massaging his balls with her oiled fingers. Tori went to work as well, tapping him with feather-light kisses and letting her warm breath caress his neck. The girls worked in perfect unison while closely monitoring his every spasm, every breath, every heartbeat for signs of his inevitable climax.

It took less than a minute this time. The girls snapped into action, exactly as before, forcefully yanking his orgasm out from under him. Pain blurred with pleasure, and it became hard to tell the difference. Alice's blue eyes flared as she lost her composure and panted breathlessly, "MINE! AhhmmMM-Fuck yeah!"

Even through the bewildering haze of stimulation, Brad started to understand. Her earlier words echoed in his mind, "Your orgasms are now OUR orgasms." She was getting her pleasure from denying him pleasure! To make her happy, he would have to suffer...

They waited patiently for his cock to stop twitching, then they went right back to work. Alice clutched him tighter now, and her strokes were more forceful, "Again, baby! Let's do it again!"

His balls were sore, and Vanessa's touch was now pure agony and ecstasy intertwined, "Work him, girl! Don't let him breathe!"

Overcome with sexual energy, Tori skipped the light kisses along the neck this time and went straight for a passionate lip-lock. She smelled utterly exquisite, and her long black hair spilled down over him, shrouding them both in what felt like a private chamber of heat and passion. Her smooth lips and gentle tongue drilled him immediately to the highest, most mind-blowing peak he had ever experienced. She felt it on his lips, and her claws sprung into action.

Tori did not break the kiss, but everything else was automatic -- exactly as before. His cock bobbed helplessly, spasming precum, while Vanessa clamped off his balls yet again. This time it was Tori who could not contain herself. She gasped for breath and he could feel her lips quivering, "Ohh-hh-hm-mm-mm... yesssss... gooood boooy..."

After Tori collected herself, Alice chirped eagerly, "Again!"

And so they worked him up again -- only to snatch it back at the last possible second, yet again. His entire body ached for the release these girls refused to give. He was lasting less than a minute each time now. But it did not matter. The crescendo was equally intense and the denial was equally excruciating every single time. Over and over and over they hammered him, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop them. Repeatedly Alice coaxed him, "That's so hot, baby! Fight for me, baby! Do it again!... Nnnngghh! Yeah! So fucking hot, baby!"

Meanwhile, Tori would alternate between catching her breath, pecking his neck, and french kissing him through his peaks. She devoured him like an animal, her own pleasure soaring in unison with his. At one point, she collapsed across his chest, blanketing him with her long flowing hair. Her body quivering, she put her lips to his ear and started babbling an endless string of mellifluous whispers in Italian. Whatever it was, it sounded sexy -- and utterly sincere. The only word he recognized was "fantastico."

And so it went -- on and on and on. After more than two hours of unbelievable torture, he could not even open his eyes anymore. He simply laid there panting, drenched in sweat and totally exhausted. His body lacked the energy to fight anymore -- it had surrendered long ago. The girls were sweating, too, but they all had deliriously satisfied, warm glowing smiles on their faces. Alice's usual giddy demeanor shifted to more of a contented buzz as she gently backed off and released his dick for the last time, "Holy shit that was awesome... Wow baby, good job. That was rough, I know, but god DAMN you have potential!"

Vanessa was still massaging his balls, easing them down from the previous denied climax, "Hell yeah! I can flip him like a fucking switch now."

Purring like a happy kitten, Alice laid down alongside Brad and snuggled up to him. She hugged him from the side, wrapped her pajama-clad legs around one of his, and burrowed her nose into the side of his neck, "Oh, my lovely love toy... Now I know you better than you know yourself. How's that sound? Do you like that? Hmmm?"

Despite his absolute exhaustion, he still enjoyed the feeling of cute little Alice, in her soft cotton pajamas, cuddling and holding him so lovingly. Moreover, it was a welcome respite from her merciless teasing. His voice was a raspy whisper, "Yes... you feel so good..."

She giggled appreciatively, pecked his neck with a kiss, then looked up into his eyes, "Ohh, baby... I'm going to do sooo many things to you. You're going to make me the happiest girl in the world."

At this point, Brad did not even care that he was still cuffed and tied spread-eagle. He simply relaxed. Although he had not been allowed to cum, his reward was a happy, grateful Alice nestled up against him. And for now, that was enough. They were both exhausted. It was time to sleep.

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Three on One: Spring Break (continued)
* * * Evening, Day 1 * * *

Thick dark curtains blocked all light from the bedroom windows, so it was impossible to tell what time it was. Some candles had burned out, but most still flickered, giving the room a warm pinkish glow. Brad was relieved to see that the cuffs had been detached, and Alice was still asleep in his arms, their legs intertwined. He was still naked, and she was still in her pink polka-dotted pjs, but someone had thoughtfully draped a blanket over them both. The bedroom door was closed, and there was no sign of Tori or Vanessa.

Careful not to move and wake her, he took a moment just to watch Alice sleep. With their bodies wrapped together like this, her head fit perfectly under the nook of his chin. She was incredibly cute, even in her sleep, with her tussled blonde hair, her faintly freckled nose, and her mouth hanging slightly open. She even had a cute little snore. He could feel her breasts through her simple cotton tee -- they were modest, probably average at best, but it was still wonderfully intimate to feel so much of her body pressed against him.

He couldn't help it -- he found himself gently brushing aside a lock of her light hair so he could see her face more clearly. She stirred from her dream with a tiny snort, and her pale blue eyes opened up to him. Their gaze locked as he rested his hand on her cheek, and she smiled. A blissfully long minute of silence passed between them. Then they kissed.

This time, it was not a hormone-fueled animalistic attack like her previous kisses. This time it was soft, sweet, and slow -- a perfect good-morning kiss, even though it was far from morning. They both took their time, tenderly meshing lips and tongue as their bodies slowly tangled into a laying embrace. By the romantic glow of fading candlelight, they kissed, and kissed, and kissed again to their heart's content. And as their bodies pressed together under the blanket, he could feel her heat rising, her passion stirring. His own arousal was impossible to conceal, and he did not try to hide it.

Finally, Alice broke off the kiss, cast a wary glance toward the bedroom door, then lifted her finger to her lips and whispered, "Ssshh... don't let them hear us..."

Brad whispered back, "Okay... why?"

Alice's hand dipped back under the covers and she grinned conspiratorially, "Because if they hear you awake, they'll come back..." He stifled a gasp as she wrapped her hand around his steadily stiffening cock, "And it's their turn now... heehee... But I totally want to go again... just you and me... right now."

Smiling sweetly, she nuzzled up and kissed him again while discretely pumping his cock. Given his lack of release earlier, his body responded immediately, and he was fully erect and leaking precum within seconds. Satisfied that he was ready, she broke off the kiss, released her grip, and lifted her finger to her lips again, "Hard as a rock, right on cue... that's my boy... Now, ssshh... easy baby... Remember what I said earlier? 'You take care of me, and I'll take care of you'-? Well I meant it, baby..."

Once again, her hand dipped under the covers. Beaming with mischievous delight and keeping her pale blue eyes locked on his the entire time, she clasped his hand, under the covers, and slowly guided his fingers down her stomach and under the elastic waistband of her pajama pants. Her smooth skin was hot to the touch, and she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her intention was obvious. Still staring straight into his eyes, she bit her lower lip and smoothly guided his hand directly to her pussy. She was already wet, and his finger easily glided down her slick slit.

She released his hand, leaving his palm in her pants directly over her bare pussy, intertwined her fingers behind his head, and pulled him in for one more deep kiss. Then she rolled onto her back, looked him in the eyes and whispered, "Make me cum with your fingers, baby. Make me cum hard."

This was one order he was happy to follow. As she lay there staring dreamily into his eyes, he worked his finger along her slit and collected her own slick juices for lubrication. Then he gently parted her pussy lips with a few tender, rhythmic thrusts, going a little bit deeper each time. She gasped, then sighed and smiled back at him appreciatively. He felt her tightness squeezing his finger and for a moment imagined what it would be like to have her tight young pussy wrapped around his cock. Just the thought of it made him throb and ache for her touch.

As he continued steadily building her arousal, her cheeks flushed and her eyes fluttered. Her expression slowly shifted from a dreamy, happy smile to a more focused, needy look. Her brow furrowed and her eyes closed with intense focus, and through gritted teeth she rumbled, "Rrrrghh... work my clit now... mmmuhhyeah... wreck me baby..."

Happy to do as he was told, he switched from thrusting into her to rubbing her clit with his sopping wet fingers. Her response was exquisite. She reached up, grabbed the pillow under her head, and clenched the fabric in her fists while her legs locked and her back arched. Her breath came haltingly now, and he could feel her abdominal muscles twitching involuntarily. Through it all, he maintained a steady pace -- not too fast, not too slow -- happily treating this beautiful young girl to exactly what her body wanted.

In her final moments before orgasm, her eyes shot open with a look of pure awe and wonder. Pillow still clenched in her fists, she turned to look directly at him, a single bead of sweat running down her forehead, "Rrrhh... Watch me baby... Mmmuhh... Watch what you do to me... Mmmuhh... Watch me cum!"

Those were the last words she could manage before the crushing force of orgasm ripped the breath from her lungs. He did not need to be told to watch -- he was transfixed. Her cute face twisted with the sweet exertion of it all, and her body quaked in his arms. Her pussy gushed against his hand, but he maintained his steady rhythm on her clit, carrying her through her orgasm to a fantastic plateau on the other side. After what seemed like more than a minute of intense climax, she finally started panting, relaxed her legs, and reached down to stop him.

Through labored breath, her voice was euphoric, "Oh mmmmy gohhhd, that was good!" As he retracted his hand from under her pajamas, she rolled onto her side to face him, her eyes sparkling in the candlelight, "You did such a good job, baby. We are definitely going to do that again. Whew... Wasn't it fun? Watching me cum? You made me cum SO hard... on your first try! Wow... I told you we were going to have fun this week!"

And with that, she kissed him. More like, she tackled him. Lips locked together, she rolled over on top of him and ran her hands over his body like a horny teenager. The crotch of her pajamas was soaked with her wetness, but she did not seem to care. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ground herself against him, stirring his own arousal in response. Brad briefly lost himself in the wonderful fire of this girl's passion -- happy to kiss, roll, and grope for hours if that's what she wanted. But then he remembered the second half of her secret bargain... and she remembered it, too.

Her smile suddenly twisted, "Well, now that you've taken care of me... Fair is only fair..."

Still laying on top of him, she winked and started slowly scooting down his body, under the covers, until she ended up kneeling between his legs. With the blankets pulled up to his chest, he could not see what she was doing, but he could see an Alice-sized lump, fidgeting and giggling, at the bottom of the bed. After so much teasing earlier that day, and especially after watching Alice cum so intensely, his cock was so stiff with anticipation that it almost hurt. He had no idea what she planned to do, but he still could not wait for her to do it.

After a lot of fidgeting and an agonizing delay, he finally felt her fingers, one by one, wrapping slowly around the base of his cock. This time, however, she did not start pumping him. Instead, she simply held him erect -- his heartbeat pulsing in her hand -- leaving him to wonder what would happen next. Then he felt her other hand, pressed against his pelvis as she seemed to be steadying herself -- supporting her weight by planting her free hand on him. Then he saw the lump in the blankets slowly descend, and he felt her warm, wet tongue lick him from base to tip.

He gasped at the sensation, and he heard her giggle from under the covers. Then she did it again, taking a moment to peck his tip with a kiss this time. Just the thought of cute little Alice worshipping his dick with her mouth was enough to send him soaring. As she continued licking and pecking, his breathing started to become erratic and his muscles flexed. He wanted this to last, but he knew there was absolutely no way he would be able to hold out for long if she kept this up. Part of him, a distant corner of his consciousness, surprised him with the silent question, "Does Alice want me to cum?" It surprised him because, before today, he never would have wondered whether he should cum (or not cum!) for someone else's satisfaction. And yet, he truly did want to know the answer. He truly wanted to make Alice happy, no matter what it took.

As she wrapped her lips around his tip and ever-so-slowly took him into her mouth, he groaned at the overwhelming surge of sensation. She responded by sliding her small, hot mouth even deeper down his cock, expertly cradling his tip with her tongue. Then she paused there, savoring him for a minute. Her saliva mixed with his precum rolling down the sides of his shaft, which she used as lube to start smoothly jacking him with her hand. Her intention was now abundantly clear -- she was going to jerk him off with her hand, with his tip in her mouth. She wanted him to cum in her mouth!

It did not take long. Her hand was too talented, her lips too sweet. He groaned in ecstasy as he felt himself reaching that familiar peak. What he had forgotten, however, was that his peak was familiar to Alice now, too. In fact, she sensed it before he did.

With a sloppy pop, she released him from both her hand and her mouth, leaving him to bob helpless and denied, yet again. Giggling uncontrollably, she lifted the covers enough to look up at him and smile, "I told you I was a nasty tease! You didn't believe me, did you? Heehee! Oh well! Now don't say a word, lay there, and take it."

Then she went straight down on him again, sucking his tip between her lips and jacking him gently with her hand. Her technique was perfect. She brought him roaring to the edge in a matter of seconds. Then, again, she denied him. Lifting the covers again, her blue eyes twinkled with mischief as she whispered a little song, "Round and round we go. Will you ever cum? Only I know! Heehee!"

And down she went again. Sucking him hard -- jacking him with his own precum -- teasing him to his limit -- then backing off. Over... and over... and over again. Between sessions, she would always pop up to laugh and tease him, "God this is fun! I'm pretty good at this, huh? I could do this all day."

And again. "All day, baby. Aaaall day! You'd like that, huh?" He gripped the sheets in his fists, trying desperately to lay still.

And again. "Whew... okay this next one's for real, baby. You ready to cum in my mouth? Let's do it, baby. Let's pop this thing." Every muscle in his body strained to crest that glorious peak.

And again. "Just kidding! Heehee! Damn, I'm pretty mean, huh? But you love it. You've never been sucked like this before!" The sweat pooling at his back made a damp silhouette of his body on the bed.

And again. "Yeah... you love it because I love it. That's the way this works. I say when. I say how. You say nothing... and you LIKE it. God this is hot!!" He could hear his own heart, pounding in his ears.

And again. "Okay, but seriously. I AM going to pop you and watch you cum -- just like you watched me. You just don't know when. It could be this time. It could be next time. It could be two hours from now. You have no idea, and that's what makes it fun! Are you ready, baby?" This girl was relentless!

Although each round only seemed to last less than a minute at best, she went on and on for more than an hour. As the marathon of tease and denial wore on, his strength started to wither. The constant rollercoaster of pleasure and frustration was utterly exhausting. Perfectly in tune with his body, Alice sensed his fatigue and decided to finally finish the game. This time, she tossed back the covers completely, so he could see her glorious lips wrapped lovingly around his tip -- and so she could look into his eyes when the time finally came to swallow his load. She gave him one last cheer of encouragement, "Comeon, baby! For real this time. Let's see you cum!" Then she started jerking him harder and faster than ever before, keeping her blue eyes glued on him the entire time.

It was too much. His resolve evaporated, and his body surrendered. He tried to watch her while she sucked him to completion, but the stimulation was simply too overwhelming. His eyes clamped shut as she drilled him to his limit, then for the first time since this entire adventure began, she forced him over the edge. Even if he wanted to resist, he would not have been able to -- her hands and mouth were simply too talented. And as the surge of orgasm finally pounded through his veins, Alice felt her own heart race, knowing what she had done to him.

Brad's eyes were closed and his mind was lost in total oblivion, so he did not immediately notice what happened next. Just as Alice started sucking the first bursts of cum from his body, the bedroom door swung open and Tori and Vanessa both stepped in. For Brad's sake, Alice ignored them and focused on sucking and pumping him through the entire duration of his orgasm. For their part, Tori and Vanessa did not interrupt. Instead, they quietly walked around to stand on either side of the bed and watch. They watched in awe as Brad's body twisted and convulsed under the expert ministrations of their blonde-haired roommate. They watched as she eagerly worked to gulp down every last blast of cum in her throat. She was not entirely successful, so they watched as some of his cum overflowed from her lips, spilled down her chin, and dripped onto the bed. And when it was finally over, they watched as Alice lovingly kissed his tip one last time before letting his sloppy, swollen, overworked cock flop back down on his body.

Strings of cum still dangling from her chin, she looked up at her roommates and shrugged apologetically, "Yeah, yeah... It wasn't my turn. I know, I couldn't help it. You two can take him twice before I go again."

Tori smiled down at her, "Whatever, girl. That was hot!"

Vanessa did not seem as willing to forgive, but nonetheless she did not seem angry either, "It's just lucky we came in when we did, or we would've missed it."

Brad's eyes fluttered open. He was surprised to see Tori and Vanessa standing over him, and he wondered if he had fallen asleep again, "W-... what happened?"

Vanessa laughed at his confusion, "Alice blew your load in her hot little mouth, that's what happened!" The girls always had a weird way of phrasing things like that -- always emphasizing that the actions of his body were theirs to control.

He looked down at Alice, kneeling between his legs. Her eyes sparkled, her hair was a mess, and her cheeks glowed red with guilty pleasure. She shrugged and smiled up at him, "Ooops!" Then she wiped his cum from her lips and chin with a single finger and sucked the finger into her mouth while blushing and blinking coyly, "But yummm!"

Vanessa planted her fists on her hips and looked down at Brad like she was looking at a broken piece of furniture, "Well he's not much use to us now. If we're going to go a few more rounds with him tonight, he's going to need some help."

Alice's tone was slightly less impersonal and more genuinely concerned, "He needs food and water, too. I worked him pretty hard." She patted his thigh apologetically.

Vanessa nodded firmly, "Agreed. That works. Now... even though I called first like ten hours ago, Tori reminded me that I kind of owe her for that whole 'broken arrow' incident, during Christmas break.."

Tori sternly crossed her arms across her satin black nightshirt, "Kind of?"

"...yeah, well, anyway we talked about it -- I guess while you were in here blowing your boyfriend -- and Tori's got next." By her tone, Vanessa was obviously disappointed with that arrangement -- and with the fact that Alice had secretly skipped ahead in their little game. The way she said "boyfriend," however, caught Brad's attention. He was not sure what to make of it. Was she being sarcastic? Or was Alice his "girlfriend" now? From the very beginning of this whole ordeal, the only girl he really ever wanted was Alice. He looked back to her, trying to read her face. She looked at him, too, then she blinked, blushed, and smiled playfully.

Tori clapped her hands together, "It's settled then. Let's get him something to eat!"

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Three on One: Spring Break (continued)
* * * Night, Day 1, Part 1 * * *

More than anything, Brad really just wanted to sleep again. But apparently the girls had other plans. They allowed him to use the bathroom, but other than that, they locked him in the bedroom with orders not to leave. He was still completely naked, with no clue where they had hidden his clothes, but luckily they kept the room comfortably warm. They instructed him to remake the bed with new sheets -- the old sheets were stained with sweat, a little bit of his cum, and a surprisingly large wet spot where Alice had her orgasm. He did his best to make it as perfect as possible, secretly hoping that they would notice.

When he was done, he rearranged some of the candles to provide better light, since some of them had burned out. He had no clue how much time had passed, but he remembered Vanessa saying something about how she "called first like ten hours ago." He guessed that it might be late evening or early nighttime, and he peeked behind the thick dark curtains to check. Indeed, it was dark outside, but it was impossible to tell the exact time. Staring down at the street below Roosevelt Hall, he wondered if they would ever let him outside at any point during the week. It was, after all, spring break, and the weather was supposed to be nice.

After what he estimated to be about forty-five minutes of quiet solitude, Tori entered with a tray of food and drinks. It was a small banquet of tiny portions -- mostly slices of fruit, nuts, granola, and chocolates. The drinks were small glasses of various fruit juices and one tall glass of milk. Brad did not realize how hungry he was until he started eating, but once he started, he devoured the entire platter.

As he ate, Tori stretched out and relaxed on the bed beside him, occasionally popping a slice of mango or a small dark chocolate into her mouth. It felt a bit strange, eating completely naked with an olive-skinned beauty in her nightclothes lingering idly by his side. Tori made good conversation, though. He learned that her family was from Sicily, but she was born in Mallorca and she moved to America at a very young age, so she had almost no accent. She spoke Italian, English, and some Spanish, and she was majoring in biochemistry with plans to go to medical school. Wow! She was obviously very intelligent, and he had to kick himself (figuratively, of course) for having judged her by her appearance. She was such a tall, tan, perfectly curved, exotic, womanly beauty that he had foolishly judged her to be little more than a vapid swimsuit model.

She could tell what he was thinking, and she laughed, "What? I surprise you?"

He nodded while nibbling a strawberry, his expression slightly intimidated, "A little..."

She laughed again, then glanced over what was left of the dinner platter, "You were a hungry boy. I'm especially glad to see you drank all of your milk. It does a body good," she winked mischievously, "Now, about those surprises..."

With perfectly feminine grace, she lifted the platter off the bed and placed it on an endtable near the headboard. Then she gently pushed him, by his shoulder, till he toppled backward from his sitting position. He was now laying on his back on the bed, looking up at her standing over him as she slowly, teasingly unbuttoned the front of her black satin nightshirt, starting from the top button and working her way down, one button at a time. She was obviously not wearing a bra, and when she was done, she let the shirt hang loosely open, showing off her magnificent cleavage and a short silvery chain dangling from a bellybutton piercing.

She flicked her long black hair over her shoulder like something straight out of a photo shoot, then slowly climbed onto the bed with a glint of devilry in her deep brown eyes, "Would it surprise you to learn that I taught Alice and Vanessa everything they know about the male anatomy? Well... of course they had some experience of their own before they met me, but I was the one who taught them what's REALLY going on."

She stretched out beside him and wrapped one of her long, toned legs over his own. Her nightshirt also fell open on one side, revealing her entire breast and one dark, perky nipple. Her head propped up by her elbow, she ran her other hand idly over his shoulders and chest, giving him goosebumps immediately, "I am also the one who taught them how to control the male anatomy... how to get your body to do exactly what... we... want."

Hypnotized by the tall, tan beauty beside him, Brad could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Meanwhile, Tori's feather-light finger meandered down to his abs, "You see, so many women go through life just fumbling in the dark, hoping they get lucky and a man will make them happy. They don't realize that with just a little bit of knowledge, they have the power to take what they want..."

Her finger wandered down to his hip, dancing small circles along his pelvis and groin, "...the power to use a man's body for their own pleasure."

Her finger paused near the base of his cock, which was already almost fully erect. She looked down at it, then looked back up into his eyes and smiled, "Because, after all, that is what you are built for..."

She proceeded to swirl her finger around the base of his cock, then run it slowly up the underside of his shaft, all the way to the tip, "The male body is a marvelous machine... perfectly constructed for female pleasure..."

Still staring directly into his eyes, she wrapped her long fingers around his tip, then gently slid her fist down the length of his cock, "And we girls deserve to use it... your body... to its fullest potential..."

Brad gasped as she released his cock. He did not even realize he had been holding his breath! Her finger, meanwhile, slowly retraced its course, back along his pelvis and up to his abs and chest, "We deserve to take... everything you have to give. The way I see it, that's what you're made for... You are made for us."

Her little speech was actually a bit frightening. Did she really believe all that? Or was it just part of her game this week? Despite the lump of fear in his throat, however, Brad's cock was painfully hard. It was almost as if it did not matter what Tori said -- her incredibly curved body, her exotic smell, her enchanting brown eyes, and her feather-light touch were more than enough to drive him wild. And she knew it.

Her finger finished its wandering path at the base of his chin, where she then curled it and to beckon him forward, "Kiss me."

On command, he kissed her. She moaned appreciatively as their tongues connected and they embraced on the bed. Brad's hand roamed down her side to the waistband of her satin black nightshorts, then back up again, along her skin, and underneath her nightshirt. She seemed to enjoy his touch, so he kept going -- gently sliding his hand up to caress her breast and running a gentle thumb over her nipple. Without breaking their kiss, she purred like a cat, and he felt goosebumps on her skin. After giving her breast its due attention, he continued exploring -- running his hand up her long, thin neck to her cheek, then to her shoulder and down her back. As he reached the base of her spine, she reflexively pulled herself closer, and he could feel a rising urgency in her kiss. Still unsure about the limit of his freedom, he decided not to dip his fingers under her waistband unless she told him to. Instead, he slid his palm down the exquisitely soft material at her hip, and then down her long, glassy smooth leg, as far as he could reach. By the sound of her soft moans, he was doing a good job.

They kissed like this -- like true lovers under the candlelight -- for a small eternity before she finally broke it off. Even through her dark tan complexion, he could see the deep rose hue of heat on her cheeks. Her dark brown eyes flared under her sharply-trimmed eyebrows as she looked at him with newfound awe, "Wow, you are the total package! I could kiss you for days."

Such glowing praise made his heart soar. Hearing it from a bombshell like Tori made it even better.

She made a show of playfully fanning herself with her hand, then she rolled onto her back beside him, "Kiss my whole body, baby. Worship me with those sweet, sweet lips."

On command, he eagerly started kissing his way down her neck to the collar of her unbuttoned nightshirt. Without saying a word, she smiled contentedly, closed her eyes, and peeled open her shirt to unveil her gorgeous breasts. Her figure was absolutely breathtaking -- a perfect hourglass of ample breasts, curving into a tight waist, then flaring out to smoothly rounded, womanly hips. She was neither skinny, nor buff, nor fat. Her stomach and abs were simply flat. She had a natural, intangible, mature sexiness that somehow eluded every other girl he had ever met at college. She was not cute -- she was beautiful. She was not a girl -- she was a woman.

His cock was so stiff that it ached. But he followed her orders and focused on her pleasure. He kissed down her body, spending long, lingering minutes adoring her breasts with his tongue. He kissed down to her bellybutton, eliciting a soft coo of approval as he playfully kissed the chain dangling from her bellybutton piercing. He kissed every inch along the waistline of her shorts, but still avoided crossing that boundary without permission. Instead, he skipped down to her long, lean legs -- taking several minutes to work his mouth along each one, from the high hem of her satin nightshorts, down to her toes, then back up again. Her soft sighs and occasional goosebumps were all the feedback he needed to know that he was doing a good job.

He worked his way back up again, this time daring to plant one warm, firm kiss on the crease where her thigh joined her hip -- kissing her black satin shorts directly. Likewise, he spent a few extra minutes caressing her breasts and nipples, licking and sucking them as they swelled with her arousal. Finally, after teasing nearly every inch of her exotic, six-foot long body, he returned to her lips, where they shared another deep, passionate french kiss. She was in heaven, and her moans of satisfaction were genuine.

Eventually, she gently pushed him away. Her long black hair was splashed against the pillow all around her, framing her softly-featured face as she looked up at him, "Very good, baby. Now for the fun part..."

Eyes locked with his and nibbling her lower lip, she reached down and ever-so-slowly pulled the drawstring on her shorts, untying the small black bow at the front. Then she thrust her hips slightly up into the air, reached down, and wiggled the shorts down to her knees, revealing her perfectly smooth, shaved pussy, and a small silvery barbell through her pierced clit. Brad's eyes boggled in his head, and Tori chuckled at his reaction. Then she kicked her shorts across the room, spread her legs, and purred, "Make me cum, baby. Make me cum with that sweet, sweet mouth."

Tori somehow managed to be both sensual and intimidating at the same time. More than anything, Brad desperately wanted to slide his throbbing cock into her glistening slit, but he crawled down to kneel between her knees instead. Unsure about what to do, exactly, he decided to start with more kisses -- softly kissing her pussy lips and working his way up to her pierced clit. He had never seen such a thing before, nor had he ever expected to see such a thing in his entire life, but it was undeniably erotic. Perhaps it was the piercing, perhaps her arousal, or perhaps just her unique anatomy, but she had the largest, most swollen clit he had ever seen. He could not resist the urge to suck it gently between his moist lips and adore it with a long, extended kiss. Tori cooed and sighed appreciatively in response, sending a thrill of encouragement to Brad's heart, as well. He decided to stick with what seemed to be working, so he continued sucking, kissing, and licking that gorgeous, swollen clit. Tori was in heaven.

After a few minutes of gentle oral attention, he sensed her body tightening -- her breath quickening. To Brad's amazement and delight, his technique was working. He was giving this stunning beauty exactly the pleasure that her body wanted. Through soft gasps, she actually whimpered, "Mmmff... harder, baby... yesss... press harder... so good..."

Indeed, her responses had changed, so he shifted his technique to match. Now he firmly pressed the flat of his tongue against the underside of her clit, held her thighs apart with his hands, and let her hips buck against his face. She could not resist -- driven by the instinctive need for release, her body started grinding hard against his tongue. Leaving nothing to chance and moaning loudly, she reached down, tangled her fingers in his hair, and pressed him hard directly where she wanted him. Then she held him there while forcefully fucking his face and cringing through gritted teeth, "Rrrhhh!! YES!! Give it to me! Rrrrhh!! Don't stop! Suck it, boytoy! Give me your best sssshot--ohhh Fuck YES!!"

He could barely breathe, but that did not matter. His own pleasure soared as he tasted the juice of Tori's pussy mixed with the sweat of her sweet exertion. Her fingers were so tightly tangled in his hair that it actually hurt, but he ignored the pain to focus on her satisfaction. She was so close, and it thrilled him to his core to know that he had brought her there. At that moment, more than anything else in the world, he wanted to send her over that glorious edge. And so he worked his tongue relentlessly against her bulging clit, hammering her until she finally succumbed.

"Ohh-hh-hh-hm-mm-mm-mmmmmm... ye-hh-hh-essss!" Her legs quivered as her pussy suddenly turned sopping wet. Her long, lean body curled and flexed. Her smooth thighs clamped hard against his ears, locking him in place. Her scent filled his lungs and he felt every tiny detail of her glorious orgasmic contractions through his tongue. It was one of the most exhilarating and intimate experiences of his entire life.

She held him there for at least another minute, letting herself come down gently -- letting him breathe the full scent of her sex while savoring the magical heat of his tongue for just a little bit longer. As she finally released him, she sighed contentedly, "Mmmm... so good... You can lick my clit ANY time, boy... I could ride that sweet mouth till summer..."

Extracting himself from between her legs, he used the bedding to discretely wipe his mouth and chin before looking up at her and smiling. Her chest was heaving from the exertion of it all, and her cheeks were the reddest he had ever seen, but she had a wide, satisfied smile on her lips that made him feel a surge of pride at what he had accomplished. She saw the look on his face, and her dark brown eyes beamed down at him, "Pretty amazing for you, too, huh? Talk about a front-row seat!" She laughed, then, still panting lightly, her voice turned more tender, almost sympathetic, "See?... Just like I said... Your body is built for MY pleasure. Not the other way around. You don't need to cum, because from now on you get your satisfaction by making ME cum. And WOW did I cum!... So everybody wins! Isn't this great?"

Brad wanted to disagree with Tori's twisted spin on it -- especially the bit about "You don't need to cum" -- but then he remembered his obligation. Rather than risk causing trouble, he decided to smile and nod instead. Besides, a dark corner of his consciousness found itself actually agreeing with her. Given a choice between his ordinary life (up until this week) and the chance to repeatedly pleasure a vixen like Tori, even without any hope of her reciprocating, he had to admit... he would choose Tori every time.

Oddly energized, she bounced out of bed and to her feet. She was still wearing her satin black nightshirt, unbuttoned down the middle, which looked fantastically sexy as it barely hung down to her bare, swollen, glistening pussy. Brad could not resist ogling her from head to toe -- especially her impossibly long, lean, naturally tan legs. His erection actually ached, it was so stiff.

She looked directly down at his cock and giggled, "Looks like somebody's happy! What a perfect toy you are! So eager and ready, even though you have NO clue what we're doing to you. Wow! SO cute!!" The afterglow of orgasm still on her cheeks, she bent over to take his face into her hands and kiss him. It was a soft, almost playful kiss. Then, still bending over him, she looked down at his cock again and her voice turned mock pouty, "You reeeeally want someone to touch it, don't you? It must be so hard for you, not being allowed to touch it. I bet the moment I walk out of this room, you are going to start playing with it, aren't you?... Thinking of me while you jack yourself silly... tsk, tsk... Well I'm afraid I can't let that happen..."

He watched in dismayed silence as Tori sauntered up to the corner of the bed near the headboard and pulled out the padded handcuff again, "Nope! Boys cannot be trusted, so we do what we have to do. On your back and spread 'em, stud. Now."

He had no choice but to obey. He laid back, stretched his arms and legs out toward the corners of the bed, and dutifully waited as the tall Mediterranean beauty tied him down. As she leisurely leaned over the bottom of the bed to cuff his ankles, he noticed for the very first time that she had a tattoo at the base of her back -- some lines of small, cursive text that he could not quite read. Even after everything he had seen and learned already, this girl was still full of surprises...

"There. That should keep your hands off our toy while Vanessa gets ready," she looked down at her handiwork and dusted her hands with a wry smile on her face, "Mmm... Wow. You are ROCK hard! She is going to have fuuuun with that. You have NO idea!"

As she retrieved her shorts from the floor and slipped them back on, she laughed quietly to herself, not intending Brad to overhear, "Wow... he's so fucked..."

Blissfully unaware that he overheard her comment, she flashed him a warm parting smile, blew him a kiss, and left. Before she closed the door behind her, he overheard her cheerfully announce to someone in the common room, probably Vanessa, "He's all yours! Go get 'im, tiger!"

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Three on One: Spring Break (continued)
* * * Night, Day 1, Part 2 * * *

To Brad's surprise, Vanessa did not come in right away. Instead, she left him alone for a while -- alone, stripped naked, tied down on his back, and with a raging erection that seemed to defy all logic. Even though it felt like Alice had sucked every last drop of cum from his body with an astonishing blowjob earlier that same evening, and even though Tori had barely touched it during their session together, somehow his cock seemed to have a mind of its own -- managing to stay so hard that it actually ached.

Brad was left to ponder some of the offhand comments the girls had been making all day long. Like Tori's giggling remark, right before she tied him up, "you have NO clue what we're doing to you." And before she left him for Vanessa, "he's so fucked..." He could not help wondering... what WERE they doing to him? All three of them seemed to enjoy teasing him -- playing with his arousal like it was purely for their entertainment, with no regard whatsoever for his actual satisfaction. Even cute little Alice seemed to enjoy edging him more than she enjoyed actually finishing him. And it seemed like Alice got into trouble for letting him cum -- as though that was not part of the girls' plan this week. He started to wonder... would they ever let him cum again?

Just then, Vanessa strode into the room. She was no longer wearing the oversized hockey jersey. Instead, she wore a set of simple navy blue panties, a matching bra, simple long white socks, white sneakers, and her favorite, well-worn faded blue baseball cap. Her long brown hair was pulled into a tight ponytail sprouting from the opening at the back of the baseball cap, and she had a determined, businesslike expression on her face. It seemed a bit odd to Brad to see a girl wearing sneakers, a cap, and nothing else except her underwear. And yet, it was surprisingly sexy. Her entire body, from her legs to her abs to her smaller-than-average breasts, was perfectly toned and lean. She looked strong, yet exquisitely feminine, and she moved with the self-assured confidence of an athlete in everything she did.

She shut the door behind her, locked it with authority, and grinned evilly at Brad's exposed, rigid cock, "Well... I see Tori did her job. Now it's time for me to do mine."

She opened a dresser drawer, fished around inside for a moment, and pulled out a white tube that looked a lot like a toothpaste tube. Then she sat on the bed alongside his hips, and looked into his eyes as she opened the tube. She had a wry, almost sinister smile on her face, "So Brad... Brad, Brad, Brad... I heard from Tori and Alice that you like to make girls cum. Is that true?"

He was not sure what answer she was looking for, so he shyly nodded and mumbled, truthfully, "Yes."

She adjusted her baseball cap, then squirted a clear gel from the tube and spread it between her hands, "So I hear. I heard you fingered Alice to her little heart's content, and you showed Tori the stars with that talented tongue of yours." While still talking, she reached down and started spreading the cool gel over his throbbing cock. It was slick, like lube, and she massaged it into his skin with firm, practiced strokes that sent his pleasure soaring, "But you haven't really been fucked yet, have you? Hmmm?"

It was impossible for him to respond coherently while her hands so expertly caressed his aching cock. Between panting breaths, he managed to grunt, "No."

She clenched her fists even tighter, "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd like to get fucked." When he did not respond right away, she clenched and pumped even harder, "I mean REALLY fucked. How would you like it if I got on this cock and showed you what it means to get fucking devastated by a girl? Fucking... devastated."

Brad really did not have an answer for that. He merely whimpered, grunted, and squirmed against his binds. In addition to Vanessa's powerful grip and rhythm, he was also starting to feel a cool tingling sensation in his cock -- almost like the prickly sensation of sleeping wrong and having your arm fall asleep. As he struggled to make sense of the feelings racing through his body, she continued her relentless rhythm. Her thin brown eyebrows raised as she glared into his eyes, "Tell me! Tell me you want to get fucked. Say it!"

It was clearly a command, and he obeyed, "Please... I want to get fucked... Please fuck me..."

Vanessa's eyebrows furrowed, "Rrrhh! Yeah! That's what I like to hear! You're fucked now, boy. You... are... fucked..."

Then she abruptly stopped jerking him, got up, and left the room. He watched in disbelief as her slim figure slipped out the door, her long brown ponytail bobbing behind her. His cock ached for release, but more than anything else, his mind was spinning. What kind of game was this? Why would she say such things, work him into a frenzy, then just get up and walk away? Where was she going?

She returned a few minutes later, wiping her hands with a wet towel. She sat down on the bed again, nonchalantly grinning at him, "So, right about now I bet you're pretty impressed with yourself -- or maybe just amazed -- that you've managed to stay so hard for so long. You've been hard for, like, almost an hour now, right?" It was true, but she did not wait for him to answer, "Well... don't be too impressed. Tori slipped you a little something in your milk. Some pill she gets when she visits Spain. It's not legal here in America yet, but it's basically like a powerful Viagra. Normally we don't do that sort of thing to boys, but since Alice jumped the gun and popped you earlier, we figured you might need a little help to stay, heehee, 'in the game' for the next few hours. You said you wanted to get fucked? Well you are about to get seriously fucked, boy."

In one smooth motion, she dropped her panties to her ankles, then balanced herself delicately on one foot as she worked them off over her sneakers. Her pussy was shaved completely bare and glistened faintly with the first signs of her arousal. She did not remove her cap, bra, or shoes, but it did not matter. She saw the look of awe on his face, giggled, and modeled her body for him. Her long, lean, youthful physique was absolutely breathtaking. She looked like a swimmer, track star, and gymnast in one. His mouth was watering with anticipation. Vanessa simply laughed, "Wow! You STILL have no idea! That is SO cute!"

As she sat down again on the bed beside him, she made a mock surprised face, put a thoughtful finger to her lips, and teasingly pretended to have forgotten something, "Oh! I just remembered! Did I mention I'm going to cum on your cock? Like, HARD." Her nose pinched and her eyes squinted as she playfully exaggerated the word "hard." Then she suddenly beamed with enthusiasm, "But you!... YOU won't feel a thing! Nope! No orgasms for you! Heehee!"

Then she used the wet towel to start wiping the clear gel off his cock. And, to Brad's horror, he could not feel it! His entire cock was numb! What had she done!?

"Yeah, uhhh... that gel is another one of Tori's little European tricks. She's just full of tricks! I love that about her!" The expression in Vanessa's eyes was pure glee, "Anyway, it's a topical numbing gel -- as I'm sure you've noticed by now -- so your cock is completely numb and won't feel a thing for at least the next hour or so. It's powerful stuff, and works fast. I was quick enough to rinse it off my fingers, but even they are feeling a little tingly. By now, it must feel like you don't even have a cock! Haha!"

It was true. He could see her thoroughly wiping him down with the towel, and he could feel the towel brushing his pelvis and hips, but he could not feel a single thing on his cock. It was one of the strangest sensations of his entire life.

After she finished cleaning him up, she set the gel and towel aside, then swung her leg over him to straddle his thighs and sit on her knees facing up at him. It seemed bizarre, yet inexplicably sexy, that she was straddling him in the bed with her white sneakers and baseball cap still on. She reached up to adjust her ponytail one last time, then gripped his cock and guided his tip toward her moist slit. From beneath the brim of her faded blue baseball cap, her eyes were fixed on his as she taunted him, "So... to recap... Tori slipped you a drug that gives you a raging hard erection, no matter what. And I just numbed your cock so you can't feel anything and you can't cum. In other words..." her grin was pure evil as she slowly lowered herself down on his rock hard cock, "You... are... fucked. Just like you asked!"

It was agony -- knowing that this unbelievably hot, slender young vixen had impaled herself on his cock, but he could not feel it! She put her hands on his chest, pinching her small breasts together in her simple blue bra, and started riding him with a steady, firm rhythm, "Mmmm... yeah. I told you. I warned you, baby. Mmm-hmm... Here you are... tied down... totally defenseless... and I said I was going to fucking devastate you... Uhh!... and you STILL asked for it! Uhh! Silly boy... Mmmmm... yes... Now I'm going to wreck my sexy boy toy. And god DAMN it's going to be good!"

As Brad struggled against his binds, Vanessa steadily increased her pace, riding him harder and harder, grinding her clit against his pelvis, and pounding him down into the bed. Her breathing quickened, her eyes drifted shut, and her eyebrows pinched together as she worked him for her own pleasure, "Uhhh yeah!! Wow I love a good, hard fuck! Mmmm! Too bad... too bad you can't feel it, baby. My pussy is BURNING for you right now! Rrrhhh! YEAH! So fucking hot!"

Within minutes, her pace had gone from steady and smooth to feverish and rough. The first droplets of sweat glistened along her forehead, and a single bead of sweat ran down her impossibly flat, toned abs while she continued hammering him, "Mmmm... we're just getting started, baby! We are soooo just getting started! You're going to make me cum, baby. Yeah! And once I get going, I -- uuhh! -- don't -- mmuhh! -- stop."

Her brown eyes flared as her ponytail whipped in the air behind her. He could feel her thighs squeezing his hips as her entire body instinctively worked to force him to orgasm. But without any sensation on his cock, it was impossible, "Wow, if you could feel this! This is so... fucking... good! Watch me baby! Uhh! Watch me ride you like a fucking animal! Look at what you're missing!"

Just the sight of this incredibly sexy slim young girl working him over so savagely was almost erotic enough, all by itself, to carry him to the edge of orgasm. He sensed the familiar rush of arousal in his spine, but it was as if the rush was forever stalled at an agonizing plateau, just short of true satisfaction. And thus, it was not like sex at all -- it was more like the torturous tease that Alice had inflicted earlier, when she coaxed him into getting hard by massaging his entire pelvic area without ever touching his cock. His entire body craved release, but it would never happen.

Meanwhile, Vanessa was experiencing pure bliss. She was free to fuck as long as she wanted, grind as hard as she wanted, and cum as much as she wanted on a gorgeous, rock hard cock that would never quit. She had her legs wrapped around the ultimate sex toy -- a boy that could handle absolutely everything she could dish out. It was paradise. And she took full advantage of it, "Isn't this great!? Mmm! Mmmm!! Holy shit your dick feels so good! If only you could feel my pussy... Wow!! Ohhh-hmm-mm-mm-mm, wow!! I'm riding you SO fucking hard! And you can't do shit about it! Rrrhh! YES! Take it, baby! Lay there, shut up, and fucking TAKE it! Uhhnn!! Fuck me back, baby! I want to feel that dick pounding up into me! That's an order! Fuck me and watch me when I cum on your cock!"

Her legs started quivering as he awkwardly bucked his hips, meeting her thrust for thrust, straining against the cuffs holding his wrists and ankles taut. He watched in awe as fresh streams of sweat slithered down her body. Her abs now glistened with a golden sheen in the candlelight. The look on her face was a mixture of intense focus and raw joy. Her breath halted, and he felt her rhythm suddenly stop as she ground herself down hard, slamming his hips into the bed. Her cries were loud enough to wake the whole floor, if there was anyone left to wake, "YESSS!... RrrrRRrrhhh!! UHHNN!! BAY-BEEE, YESSS!! Bay-beeee, don't stop fucking MEEEE!!"

Her orgasm was incredible to watch. In a flash, she transformed from a dominating, demented tease into a vulnerable feminine angel under the crushing force of her own body's instinctive reflex. Her teeth clenched hard, her forehead furrowed, her skin flushed, and her sharp brown eyebrows pinched tightly together. Her abs also clenched, and her entire torso curled suddenly forward until her elbows rested on his chest and the brim of her hat brushed his neck. For his part, he worked hard to maintain some sort of rhythm, pushing up against her hips as she bore down hard on his cock. He could not feel it, but her pussy spasmed violently, clenching his cock harder than any fist, trying in vain to milk cum from his body.

After a solid minute of intense tremors, her orgasm passed, and she rested on her elbows, on his chest. Gasping for breath, she slowly lifted her head to look up at him, "Ohhhh hmm-mmm-mmm, yessss! Baby, you got it! You fucking got it! We're doing that AGAIN!"

And without the slightest hesitation, she started moving again -- rocking her hips in a smooth wavelike motion flowing repeatedly from her abs down to her thighs. Even though her body was slim and light, he could feel himself being steadily pounded down, harder and harder, into the bed. Her lips hung open, and her eyes glowed with renewed energy, "Fuck with me, baby. Move like I do. I'm not just here for a free ride. I loooove watching boys sweat for me. So comeon... fuck me harder! Give me everything you've got! I'm not stopping until ONE of us passes out from exhaustion! -- and I'm telling you right now... it won't be me!"

She left absolutely no room for debate. He had no choice but to do as he was told. So he rhythmically flexed his legs and abs, awkwardly struggling to thrust his sensationless cock up into her. In return, she bore down and rode him as hard as she could, squeezing his hips between her knees, "Ahhh, yes! That's it, baby... Wow this feels so good! That cock is PERFECT! Hhh-hh-holy shit! Uhh! Slam me, baby! Work me HARD... You can't cum, but I sure can! So give it to me! Uhh! Take allll your energy and give it to me! Rrrrhh! YES!"

This time, as the pace of her hips frantically quickened, she leaned forward, gripped the sheets next to his ears, cocked her head, and attacked his mouth with her own. Her eyes locked shut, and through their deep kiss she could only moan as she climaxed powerfully on his cock, "HmmmmmmMMMMMMM!!! MMMmmm-mmuUHHH!!"

Even as her orgasm passed, she stayed on him, eyes still closed, never breaking her kiss, never stopping her rhythm. She wanted more. She NEEDED more. And nothing could stop her from taking it.

While still kissing him, she clutched the sheets by his head in a tight, sweaty ball with one hand. Her other hand now gripped his hip -- holding him down and steadying herself as she continued pounding him hard into the bed. Although he could not feel the intense contractions of her pussy on his cock, he could tell by the tremors on her lips and the quivering of her breath that she was climaxing AGAIN.

She was on a roll. And with each peak, her intensity doubled. She was riding him painfully hard now, and it was utterly exhausting for him just to thrust back against her relentless assault. Sweat rolled from their bodies in rivers. He could barely breathe. And yet she did not break off her kiss. Instead, her tongue danced with his while he felt ANOTHER climax thunder through her body.

Never stopping, never slowing down, never even pausing to catch her breath -- she worked him over through peak after peak after toe-curling peak. Brad lost count at seven, and that was somewhere near the beginning. Vanessa was an absolute animal with seemingly unlimited energy. At one point, she broke off their kiss, wrapped her hand behind his neck, and pulled him up into a strenuous crunch, straining him hard against his binds. Pressing her lips to his ear in this position, she gasped as her pussy spasmed on his cock, "Mmrrruh-Fuck! I -- mrrruh! -- I'm cumming SO HARD on you!! MmmrrRRRHH! SO -- Rrrrhh!! -- HARD!! Wow, you have no idea, boy!! If you could feel my pussy right now -- Mmuhh!! -- Wow!! What a fucking RIDE you are!"

Then she set his head back down on the pillow and leaned back to sit upright, while still gripping his hip with one hand and hammering him with her slim waist. Her entire body was slick with sweat, and her bra was soaked. With her free hand, she swirled the sweat on his chest, then raked her fingernails down his fatigued body, "How you doin' stud? You still with me? I haven't broken you, have I?"

She lifted herself up enough to look down between her legs and see the entire length of his cock slide out of her. Miraculously, he was still stiff as steel. Laughing contentedly, she firmly planted herself back down on it again. Watching his cock disappear into that tight, shaved pussy, but not being able to feel any of it, was the most agonizing tease Brad had ever experienced in his entire life. He closed his eyes from the sheer physical and emotional exhaustion of it all.

"Hey! Don't pass out on me yet, stud! You still have at LEAST another hour of fucking to do!" She slapped his chest to get his attention, as if her words were not already enough, "What, you thought I was done with you after a few good orgasms? I don't think you understand, stud. Uhhh! I'm just getting started. You're going to work HARD for me tonight, baby. Mmm! And don't you dare close your eyes! You're going to watch me every single time I fucking cream on your cock, because that's your job, baby. You are here to make me cum, and NOTHING else! Yes!! So pound my pussy, boy! Work for me! Sweat for me! Don't stop till you're fucking unconscious!"

Brad struggled to meet Vanessa's insatiable demand. Despite being tied down in a tight spread-eagle on the bed, he strained to buck his hips up into her. Meanwhile, she squeezed her knees and rode him with one hand on his hip, like a ponytailed brunette cowgirl on a bucking bull. The candlelight accentuated every crease and curve of her slim young body -- especially the subtle muscles of her marvelous abs and legs. Her stamina was endless -- she was clearly in fantastic shape. Even as she sweated from the sheer exertion of it all, the expression on her face was pure joy. She was not even winded. Brad seriously wondered if she meant what she said. Was she really going to fuck him unconscious?

As she commanded, he watched and marveled at the cascade of reactions thundering through her body as she climaxed AGAIN on top of him. He watched her halting breath -- the sudden red flush in her cheeks -- her fingernails dragging across his skin -- her jaw clenching -- her eyes locking shut -- her abs flexing hard -- and finally the glorious crescendo of contractions as her entire body bore down, with crushing force, on his unfeeling cock. It looked like a breathtakingly magnificent experience. And it tortured him to know that she was keeping it all for herself.

Between dazzling peaks of pleasure, she still found time to flash him playfully devilish smiles from beneath the brim of her blue baseball cap, "Pretty amazing, huh? Watching me cum on you -- mmMM! -- so... fucking... HARD! Over... and over... and over! Whew! Did you ever imagine a girl would do this to you? Mmmff! Take your dick and use you -- mmm! -- use you as her fuck toy? 'Cause that's what you are. You're my fuck toy! You do everything I say, and I get to cum -- Uhh! -- as much as I want! And you LOVE it!! Ohhh, yes!! Now do it again, boy! Sweat for me! Pump my pussy and watch me cum HARD!!"

Brad was in agony. Sweat rolled from every surface of his body. His abs felt like they were on fire from the seemingly endless exertion. His legs were shaking. His cuffed wrists and ankles felt raw. And yet he kept flexing, as best he could, to pound his hips up into this ravenous brunette beauty as she rode him through another intense climax. As ordered, he watched the orgasm wrack her body -- this time causing her to throw her head back and cry out toward the ceiling. Surely the girls in the other room could hear it, but Vanessa did not seem to care. Instead, she simply beamed with wide-eyed satisfaction, exhaled, and intensified her rhythm on his cock -- drilling herself straight from one peak to another -- and another -- and another.

Continuous minutes of extreme exertion and vicious teasing stretched on and on -- eventually becoming an hour -- and then on and on some more -- eventually becoming two hours. Vanessa never quit. She used every ounce of his strength to repeatedly rock herself to blissful satisfaction. She worked him over so completely, so thoroughly, that for the first time in his life, Brad seriously worried that he would pass out. In the final hour, as his vision started to blur, he lost all sense of his surroundings. Whether he actually fainted or not, he could not tell. But he sensed when Vanessa finally finished. She extracted herself, kissed him as he mumbled incoherently, and then stood over him to admire her handiwork, "Take away boy-toy's orgasms? Keep them all for myself? Use him till he can't see straight? Check, check, aaaaaand check!" She pumped her fist and giggled to herself, "I rule!"

Although his eyes were closed, lost in delirium, he sensed her leaning over him. She lovingly smoothed his sweat-drenched hair and put her lips to his ear to whisper her appreciation, "Ohhh, baby, I am SO glad you decided to do this for us. I know it's hard for you, but you made me SO happy just now. I mean, seriously... we just fucked for, what?... two and a half hours? And I came, like -- oh my god, baby -- I have NO idea how many orgasms that was. But damn, you are a total stud, and we are definitely doing that again. And next time, sexy boy... maybe... just maybe... I'll let you feel some of it..."

With that, she kissed him one last time and turned away. But he did not hear her leave, because he was already unconscious.

continued...

[lmind]

Three on One: Spring Break (continued)
* * * Morning, Day 2 * * *

Sore, bleary-eyed, and exhausted, Brad awoke to the sound of Tori whistling while she gently unfastened the soft cuffs around his wrists and ankles. She had changed out of her satiny nightclothes and was finally wearing something normal -- a fitted black t-shirt and casually stylish tight blue jeans. Fresh candles flickered on the nightstands and dark curtains still blocked all light from the windows, so a bedside tray of eggs, cereal, bananas, milk, and pineapple juice was his only clue about what time it might be. Apparently, it was morning, and time for breakfast.

Brad's eyebrows immediately furrowed when he saw the milk. When Tori saw the look on his face, she could not resist giggling, "Oh! I guess Vanessa told you what I did to your milk last night. Powerful stuff, huh? Well... I did say 'it does a body good.' I just didn't say whose body. Oops!" As she finished undoing his last remaining cuff, she blushed and winked, "But I hear Vanessa had a wooonnnderful night."

Brad would have growled with anger, but he did not have the energy. Instead, he merely sighed with frustration. As he tried to sit up and adjust the blanket over his naked body, a strange ache in his balls reminded him of last night's ordeal. When he grimaced, Tori, the ever-vigilant aspiring pre-med student, immediately noticed, "Sore, hmm? Don't worry, that's normal. Mind if I check you out?"

Too tired, hungry, and defeated to resist, Brad merely nodded and reached for the juice. With a detached, almost clinical professionalism, Tori kneeled at the bedside, peeled away the blankets, and examined his body for signs of wear and tear. Her slender hands and dark brown eyes moved quickly, as though she had done this many times before. With Brad sitting upright on the edge of the bed, she paid special attention to his cock, which hung limp and battered between his legs. She dispassionately checked it for any bruises, cuts, or other abrasions that could result from such vigorous sex. She also handled his balls -- perhaps a bit too firmly. They were sore to the touch, and her manipulations made him gasp at the bizarrely deep, dull pain.

She nodded, as if she had expected exactly that reaction, "Yup. Vanessa can be hard on a boy's body. Sorry about that. I'll remind her that you're just getting started and she needs to go easy on you at first. Your body seems to have held up great, though. You'd be surprised... you can always handle more than you think."

With a satisfied grin, she eyed him one more time from head to toe, "So, I'm happy to say, you're good to go for the rest of the week. Ordinary muscle soreness will fade with time and practice. But this--" with both hands, she suddenly mashed his testicles between her fingers and thumbs, causing him to yelp in pain, "--this is a different kind of soreness. This is what you call 'blue balls.' It's from intense, extended sexual stimulation without release. It gets worse. I hear it really sucks. But you'll get used to it."

With that, she matter-of-factly stood up, brushed her palms, and ordered him to finish his breakfast. She added, with a wink, "Oh, and the milk is not spiked this time, I promise!"

His look was dark and silent skepticism, which brightened her olive cheeks into a genuine laugh, "Awww! We pull one little trick, go for one little ride, and now you don't trust me?" Despite still smiling, her expression was earnestly sympathetic, "Honey, baby... believe me, we don't need that stuff anymore. When we want you hard, we will get you hard, and we will KEEP you hard. It's in our hands now. So don't even worry about it. Okay?" She did not wait for an answer. Instead, she simply bounced on her toes, clapped her hands together, and chirped happily, "Okay! Now eat up! I'll be back in fifteen minutes. It's my turn next!"

True to her word, Tori gave him exactly fifteen minutes to devour the small banquet at his bedside. Although a seed of suspicion lingered in his mind (what sinister European drug might be lurking in those eggs?) he had no real choice but to eat it all. He was famished, and he had to admit, the entire meal was lovingly prepared and tasted fantastic. It was the best breakfast he'd had in the dorm since college started. Indeed, these girls might be merciless teases, but at least they could cook -- though it still felt strange to be eating nude, wrapped in nothing but a sweat-stained blanket.

Feeling surprisingly refreshed, Brad was finishing the last banana when Tori returned carrying a small black satchel, a laptop, and a cup of coffee. She praised him for finishing the entire meal, then she unpacked a small collection of mysterious medical-looking implements and electrical wires from her bag. She gave him a knot of thin black wires to untangle while she pulled up a chair, nonchalantly started the laptop, and sipped her coffee.

At the end of one of the wires, Brad found what looked like a small ring-shaped metal clamp. The ring was about big enough for three fingers to fit through. He dared to hold it up and ask, "What's this for?"

Tori did not even bother to look up from the screen in her lap. She took a slow sip from her mug, licked the latte foam from her lips, and waved a dismissive hand, "Don't worry, honey. You'll see... you'll see... Oh, and when you're done with that, get your cuffs started, too. You'll need to be tied down for this."

This was the first time any of the girls had asked Brad to willingly affix his own cuffs. Somehow it underscored just how much he had surrendered to them. They no longer needed to trick him, or cajole him, or forcefully hold him down like they did before. Now, all they had to do was ask, and he would do as they commanded. Watching him spread his legs and awkwardly try to tighten his own ankle cuffs brought a smoldering, devilish glee to Tori's heart. She could feel herself blushing with arousal already. Not wanting him to see it, she struggled to keep a straight face and appear disinterested, "I guess that's... adequate. I can tighten it from there. Now lay back so I can do your arms."

Brad did as he was told, and soon he was back in the familiar position -- stripped naked, flat on his back, spread eagle, with his wrists and ankles tightly bound to the four corners of the bed. A tall, sexy, womanly Mediterranean beauty now towered over him, with total access to his entire body. In contrast to his exposed, vulnerable nakedness, she was fully dressed, confident, and comfortable in her black tee and blue jeans, as if she had just walked into biology class. Even so, her incredible curves and long dark hair were undeniably stunning. Looking up at her, staring into her bold brown eyes, Brad immediately recalled the powerful scent and taste of her sex. He remembered how she had wrapped those long, exquisite legs around his head and quivered with orgasm against his tongue. And he secretly prayed for her to peel off those jeans, mount his face, and do it again.

A thin smile finally cracked Tori's dispassionate facade, "Right on cue. What a perfect little worker you are!"

She nodded toward his crotch, and he looked down to see his cock steadily stiffening with every pulse of his heart. Still smiling, Tori began attaching various electrical leads to a small black box from the satchel, "That's all you, by the way. No funny drugs this time. Well, all you... and me, I guess," she winked, wiggled her ass, and playfully blew him a kiss, "So what are you thinking about right now?"

Caught off-guard and not knowing how to respond, Brad stammered a long, convoluted, barely intelligible, "You."

Tori's smile widened as she attached the ring-shaped clamp to an end of wire, "Awww, still nervous, even after all we've done to you. That's cute!"

She reached into her bag and pulled out a second ring-shaped clamp, "But seriously, Brad. You don't have to flatter me. I'm going to do what I do, and get what I want, no matter what you say. So you might as well be honest. What are you REALLY thinking about?"

She arched a curious eyebrow in his direction while also carefully attaching the second clamp to another wire, "Are you thinking about Alice? How she got down on her knees and sucked your dick yesterday? How she teased you and rocked you till you blew your load in her tight little mouth? How it dribbled down her cute little chin, and she loved every minute of it? Hmmm? That was pretty hot, huh?"

Tori did not wait for Brad to answer. Instead, she put the laptop on the nightstand, with the screen facing away from the bed, and knelt down on the carpet at his bedside, directly beside his midsection, "Or are you thinking about Vanessa? How that skinny tease tricked you and used you for hours, like a kinky energizer fuck-bunny? How many times did she climax on you, anyway? Must have been quite a sight -- you lucky boy!"

Next Tori pulled out a roll of thin, medical-looking adhesive tape. She began tearing off small strips and sticking them to the side of the mysterious black box, leaving them dangling for easy access later. Brad's mind raced as he wondered what new mischief she was up to. Whatever it was, he had a sinking feeling that it was not going to be pleasant... for him.

Meanwhile, Tori simply ignored the look of worry in his eyes. If anything, it gave her a small thrill. She made sure to move slowly, allowing his anticipation and anxiety to build. After attaching what looked like miniature suction cups to the ends of several wires, she finally leaned over him, tossed her long dark hair over her shoulder, and looked him straight in the eyes, "It must have been torture for you... Watching Vanessa ride your cock, but not feeling any of it. That's just cruel, huh?" She lovingly cradled his cheek in her hand, and her voice seemed genuinely sympathetic, "How would you like a second chance... but actually feel it this time? Hmmm? That would be pretty nice, huh?"

She leaned over him so closely now that he could feel her breath on his lips. After so many rhetorical questions, she finally paused, lips slightly agape and eyebrows raised, as she waited to read the expression on his face. Her deep brown eyes had him utterly hypnotized. The best he could muster was a nervous nod. She took it as a yes.

With a self-satisfied smile, she sat back and returned to her previous position alongside his naked hip. As she arranged the wires with practiced calm, her voice turned cool and professional, "Excellent. I must admit, it is better that way -- for all of us. Don't get me wrong... numbing you up and using you like a plastic toy is great and all. And we will definitely go back to that, if you can't handle what I'm about to do to you. But all three of us are excited to see what you're capable of, all by yourself -- no tricks, no drugs, no gel. So, without further ado... it's time to teach you what we girls already know. Time to teach you your edge!"

With that, Tori began taping down the wired suction cups to various, carefully-chosen points on his body -- his chest, his wrist, the crook of his elbow, and several other spots. He immediately realized that the cups were medical monitors -- monitoring his heartbeat, his breathing, his muscle contractions, and whatever else Tori wanted to know. He suddenly felt like a test subject in a hospital, stripped naked, strapped to a table, and hooked up to a computer recording his every bodily function. As her hands glided over his body, he could hear a faint giddiness in her voice, "Alice and I really put our heads together to make what I am about to show you. She is a gifted computer programmer, as you know. And I'm pretty good with anatomy, if I do say so myself. So we spent most of last year working together to build something truly... truly special. It's a one-of-a-kind invention -- the only one in the world. And it works a-MAZ-ingly well! Better than our wildest dreams! You, boy, are in for a big... BIG surprise!"

She paused to wink and whisper conspiratorially, "Ooo, I can't wait to see the look on your face! You have no idea!"

With all the monitors attached, only two pairs of wires remained -- each pair connected to a separate ring-shaped clamp. Grinning mischievously, Tori turned her attention to his exposed cock, laying semi-erect against his body. Exotic brown eyes fixated on her prize, she licked her lips while pouring a slick clear lotion on her hands, "Now, let's get you good and hard, baby. Good... and... hard."

Brad gasped as she took his cock in her fists and started firmly working the lotion into his skin with both hands. Her technique was rough, but carefully practiced and frighteningly efficient. It did not even matter that she was still fully clothed in her tight jeans and fashionably form-fitting black tee shirt. Given all the teasing and lack of release he had endured already, she had him throbbing almost painfully erect in a matter of seconds. Looking up at him from her seat beside his hips, she let go, sat back, flicked her long, dark hair over her shoulder, and laughed directly at him, "Wow, that was easy!! This is going to be FUN!!"

Leaving his cock naked and pulsing in the air, she playfully lifted one of the ring-shaped clamps up to her eye and peered through it like a monocle, "Well... fun for me, at least! Heehee! You ready?"

Yet again, she did not wait for an answer. Instead, she roughly grabbed his cock at the base and held it pointing straight up like a red, lotion-slicked spike. Then she slipped the ring down his length and clamped it tightly to the base of his shaft. Next, in one smooth motion, she slipped the second ring onto him and clamped it near the tip of his cock, just under the crest of the head. Her eyes beamed with pride as she sat back to admire her handiwork, "And that... is one beautiful sight!"

Grinning from ear to ear, she looked up into his eyes, blinked coyly, lifted a finger to her lips, and playfully imitated an inquisitive tone, "Do you know what that is, big boy? Hmmm?"

Brad honestly had no clue. All he knew was that his dick had been connected, via lifeless metal clamps and wires, to a mysterious black box also connected to a laptop computer. And apparently, on the computer was some kind of program that Alice wrote. Alice -- the nastiest tease he had ever known. It was enough to make him shiver and sweat with fear.

Tori turned her attention to the laptop, which was perfectly angled so Brad could not see the screen. An irresistible girlish giddiness was steadily breaking through her mature, womanly facade, but she did not seem to care anymore, "That, my boy, is an e-stim unit." She emphasized her enunciation, for dramatic effect, "E-lec-tri-cal stim-u-la-tion... Yeah. Basically, I'm going to send continuous waves of electrical energy through that gorgeous muscle of yours -- totally bypassing all conscious control of your cock and forcing it to clench and spasm for me. That means -I- am in command, and it's going to feel really, REALLY good. Kind of like a vibrator, only much more intense. You are going to freak... out."

Brad's eyes flared in alarm, but Tori kept talking, "And these sensors are going to monitor and record every single reaction in your body, hundreds of times per second. It all shows up in a neat little graph on my screen here, and the computer then controls the e-stim unit. So I can turn your pleasure up -- or I can turn it down. Whatever I want! I can even put it on 'auto-pilot'... heehee! Alice is such a genius!"

Tori's eyebrows furrowed as she suddenly leaned forward and made a frighteningly sinister expression. Her voice became a primal snarl, "Now it's MY turn to make you sweat, baby. And I'm going to make you beg. Fucking... beg."

Even without Tori's final threat, Brad was already thoroughly intimidated. He opened his mouth to protest in fear, but the words never escaped his lips. With the tap of a button, Tori activated the electrical stimulation, and the surprisingly raw intensity of it ripped the breath from his lungs. The sensation was an indescribable combination of heat, vibration, and powerful involuntary clenching. It was the most intense, direct sexual stimulation he had ever experienced in his entire life. The only sensation remotely comparable was how it felt when Alice pumped, sucked, and milked him dry with every muscle of her mouth. It brought an immediate sheen of sweat to his skin, and made his entire body clench and lock, straining hard against the soft cuffs on his wrists and ankles. His cock pulsed, throbbed, and bounced in the air, entirely involuntary and untouched. He could feel his sex organs being forced to clench -- he could feel the strain of it -- yet nothing in his power could stop it. Indeed, this devious olive-skinned college girl, just sitting there in her casual jeans and tee shirt with a latte in her hand, had taken total command of his naked body -- all the way down to the individual twitches of his cock. He was truly at her mercy.

For her part, Tori kept a close eye on Brad's reactions as she tweaked some settings on the computer. From the focused tone of her voice, it was clear that she was concentrating, "Now... Every boy is different, but Alice and I already programmed this to your settings, based on what we learned about you during our 'hands on' sessions. I just have to watch these first few runs and make some small adjustments as we go. There's two ways to do this, you see. One, we could just let it run and let it pop you, then make a note of exactly when you hit the point of no return."

She patted him on the forehead and cooed lovingly, "But that's no fun. Plus it ruins you for, like, the next twelve hours. No, no, no. I like method number two a lot better -- we program in a small safety limit, then we take you there and back you off. Then we raise the limit, take you there and back you off again. Then we raise the limit and do it again. And again... And again... And again. And we just keep doing that -- making tiny little adjustments each time -- till we're sure we have you riiiiiiiight at your limit!" Her smile sparkled with earnest glee, "Then we can start working on the hard part!"

By now, the overwhelming stimulation had Brad gripping the sheets in tight, sweaty balls in his fists. His cock was on fire as his entire body raced toward inevitable orgasm. Through clenched teeth, he managed to groan, "The hard part?"

Tori's eyes perked up, "Oh? Yes. The hard part... teaching you to ride your limit... For hours... Without cumming, of course." She cocked her chin, grinned, and feigned surprise, "What?... Do you WANT to cum?"

He could already feel the rush of adrenaline as Tori's relentless contraption brought him racing to the brink, "Yes! Yes, please!"

Tori cast a thoughtful eye down toward her computer screen, "Hmmm... Are you... close?"

"Ohmygod yes!! Yes!! I'm so close! Please! Nnngggh!" The words spilled from his lips in a panicked torrent.

Suddenly, to Brad's utter dismay, the stimulation completely ceased. His cock still twitched and throbbed in the air, but orgasm danced painfully beyond his reach. Without thinking, he tried to reach down and stroke himself to completion -- it would only take two or three simple strokes -- but the cuffs dug hard into his wrists, holding him down helpless against the bed.

Tori slowly and carefully tapped a sequence of keys. Her nails made a distinct clicking noise, and she was clearly not a quick typist, "Hmmm... you WERE close. At least, according to my graph here. But I think you can handle a little bit more. Let's go again, champ."

The few seconds of reprieve had successfully forestalled his orgasm, but when the stimulation resumed, it quickly rocketed him straight back his previous high. He felt a crushing wave of ecstasy surge through his core, causing his knees to tremble uncontrollably.

Blushing at the heat of the scene in front of her, Tori struggled to maintain her focus, "How about now, baby? Are you close?"

His muscles being forced to strain and clench against his will, Brad could only babble an incoherent stream of, "Yespleaseyes-ohmygod-YES!"

Again the stimulation ceased, and again his orgasm slipped agonizingly away. Under his own labored gasps, Brad could barely hear Tori stifling a devilish giggle. Then, as he lay there panting, she soothingly ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, "Wow, that -was- close, huh? Just a few more runs, and I think we'll have you dialed in. Now tell me how badly you want to cum, and maybe I'll let you."

"Oh!! Please! You got me SO close! Please, Tori!"

His pleas brought a delicious tingle to her spine, and she felt her pussy oozing with heat. It was a magnificent cycle -- the more he begged, the more it aroused her, and the more she felt compelled to torture him. "Okay, big boy. Let's see if this does the trick..."

Once again, the intense electrical stimulation rippled through his cock, causing it to thrash and jump as his muscles were forced to contract. While Brad writhed and squirmed against his binds, Tori simply sat and watched -- marveling at the exquisite agony of his hopeless struggle to cum. She watched as the biometric data poured in, too -- all of it collected and distilled into a convenient moving line on a graph. She watched the line climb slowly, steadily up the chart, perfectly depicting the steadily rising arousal in his body. She watched as it approached a bright red bar -- what Alice called "the 9.9 line." The number 10 on the graph symbolized the point of no return -- the threshold of irreversible orgasm. And so the computer had been programmed to cut off all stimulation at exactly 9.9. It was a simple concept, yet delightfully devious. The only hard part was calibrating it so that the 10 was in exactly the right place. Judging by Brad's reactions so far, their calibration was nearly perfect already.

As the line crossed 9.5, she rested her hands on his chest to feel his heaving breath for herself, "Talk to me, baby. Do you want to cum this time?"

"YES-pleaseohmygod-PLEASE-YES!! Nnnggh!!" His urgent babbling was even more incoherent than before, and it thrilled her to her core.

She gently tweaked his nipples for the fun of it and watched the graph jump sharply to 9.9. She quickly let go as the computer simultaneously cut off his stimulation, leaving him right on the heartbreaking edge of satisfaction, yet again. His entire body clenched and flexed, fighting in vain to crest that elusive peak. Through clenched teeth, his voice turned desperate, "NO! Please!! Tori!! Please, PLEASE, make me cum!!"

Tori could not resist it any longer. Watching him squirm, struggle, and beg was simply too much for her to bear. In a flurry, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and plunged her hand down into her underwear. Her long, slim fingers found her pussy already gushing with heat, and the bud of her pierced clit ached for her own soft touch. Satisfied with the program's calibration, she just left it on 'auto-pilot.' One hand in her pants and one hand up her shirt, caressing her own nipples, she huskily taunted the sweaty, helpless boy on her bed, "That's it! Keep talking, boy-toy. Beg me! BEG me to make you cum!"

As his pleasure dipped back below 9.0, the program resumed its torment. Salty tears mixed with sweat running down Brad's face, "Please!! Unngghh, Tori, please!! You get me SO close!! SO close!! Ohmygod I can't take it!! Not again! Please make me cum!!"

With every desperate word from Brad's trembling lips, Tori's pussy quivered with pleasure. She watched in awe as her cruel device totally dominated him, teasing him to a hopeless mess of intense, forcefully prolonged sexual arousal. She could feel her own delicious orgasm steadily building up inside her, nearly in synch with his -- except that she was free to reach her peak, whereas he was not. Just the thought of that, alone, was almost enough to send her over the edge right then and there. But she decided to wait and savor it. More importantly, she wanted him to taste it, when it happened.

And so, as Brad begged and babbled, the computer cut him off yet again -- right at the edge of orgasm, calculated to heartless, flawless precision. He thrashed against the bed as pre-cum poured from his cock in a steady stream of pure frustration, "Noooo!! Please!! Please, I can't take this anymore!! Please, Tori!! I want to cum so badly!! Oh Tori, make me cum!!"

"What did I tell you, baby? I said I'd make you beg! Mmmm! Yeah, keep begging, baby! Mmmm-yeah that's so fucking hot!!"

This time, the computer did not wait for his arousal to drop all the way down to 9.0. Instead, it entered a pre-programmed second phase of short, intense bursts of stimulation, meant to hold him steady between 9.7 and 9.9. To Brad, it felt like the program had finally changed enough to let him cum, and he started straining harder than ever to push himself over the edge. But, of course, he could never reach it. Meanwhile, Tori's cheeks flushed as she watched the bitter struggle wrack his body. She could not hold herself back anymore -- it was time to show him what he was missing.

As quickly as she could manage, Tori peeled her skin-tight blue jeans and panties down her long olive legs and kicked them across the room. Nude from the waist down, but still wearing her black tee, she climbed into the bed, carefully avoided the wires, and straddled Brad's neck. As the e-stim continued mercilessly edging him, she thrust her wet pussy down toward his chin. The scent of her arousal was overwhelming, and there was absolutely nowhere else for him to look.

Towering over him like this, her domineering glare and gruff commands left no room for protest, "Now lick me, baby! Suck my clit and make me cum! This is the part where you learn that YOUR orgasm is MY orgasm! YOU don't get to cum! Only -I- do! Now give it to me, baby! Give me that orgasm you've been BEGGING for!!"

Even though she thrust her pussy down to a mere inch above his lips, she deliberately left that last inch for him to cross. Tori, ever the expert, knew that for his emotional submission to complete, HE needed to come willingly to HER. In order for him to truly give her -his- orgasms, he needed to surrender knowingly and voluntarily -- knowing exactly what he was giving up, yet voluntarily doing so, out of loyalty and devotion to her. Anything less would be nothing more than cruelly teasing some pathetic freshman while fucking his face -- which, though fun, would be infinitely less gratifying.

And so, as he hesitated for the slightest moment, she made his choice sharply clear, "This is it, baby. You come to me right now, and I own you forever. The other girls can do whatever they want with you, but when it's you and me, I can promise you -- PROMISE you -- that your orgasms will be MINE. I will tease you and edge you and make you beg. Make. You. BEG! ...But you will take that orgasm, that you need so, SO badly... and you will give it to me. And you will adore me for it. Understand, baby? That's the only way we'll do this. It's the only way you'll ever have me. Okay?"

Her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders as she looked down into his pained, sweat-streaked face. Despite the relentless electrodes holding him right at the torturous brink of release, the flash of recognition in his eyes told her that he understood exactly what she was asking. A warm flush washed through her as she knew his submission was imminent. He just needed one more nudge, "If that's what you want, you need to prove it to me, baby. Right now. Now... lick my clit and make me cum. Give me that sweet, sweet orgasm you worked so hard for! Give me everything, baby!"

He decided in less than a second.

"OH!" Tori gasped as Brad ravenously plunged his tongue into her hot, wet pussy. For both of them, this moment of complete surrender was the most erotic experience of their lives. Exactly as she asked, he channeled every ounce of his own burning need through his tongue and into her body. Releasing a flood of intense frustration, every nerve in his body suddenly switched focus -- redirecting every scrap of his own selfish pleasure into the beautiful, hot slit pressed against his lips. He willingly gave her everything he had, and to her divine amazement, Tori climaxed almost immediately.

Having achieved the voluntary submission she was waiting for, Tori relaxed and let herself go. Her thighs spread wide as she grabbed his hair in her hands and rode his face hard down into the bed. Her head whipped back and her hair spilled over her face in a disheveled mess, but she did not care. She also did not care who might hear her as she screamed, "OH--YES!!! YES, baby, YES!! Nnnrrrhh--oh!! Give it to me! YES! THIS is what you BEGGED for, baby!! It's SO GOOD!! WOW!! HOLY SShhhiiit!! Wow!! Uhh!! THIS is what you wanted -- Nnnh! -- SO BAD!! Nnnnhh-WOW, you have NO idea how good this is!! You'll NEVER know!! OH WOW, thank you, baby!! Thank you!!"

Meanwhile, through every moment of Tori's toe-curling climax, the e-stim program, now perfectly dialed-in to his body's responses, easily held Brad right at 9.9 -- an unbelievable, dizzying, excruciating tease that would never end. Working Tori's delicious pierced clit was the only thing keeping him sane. It was the only thing keeping him from total sexual frenzy. Indeed, he poured all of that frenzied energy directly into her -- drilling her to higher and higher peaks of ecstasy while her pussy quaked against his face. And he loved it.

After what seemed like an impossibly long, impossibly intense climax, Tori finally breathed again. Still straddling Brad's face, but mostly ignoring him, she fanned herself, ran a quivering aimless hand through her hair, and laughed giddily to no one in particular, "Mmmm, whew, that was fantastic! Wow, this boy is good. Look at me... I'm a mess! I wonder how he's doing?..."

Tori extricated herself from Brad's mouth and looked down at him with a bright, satisfied smile on her face. His nose, lips, cheeks, and chin were completely drenched, and he was clearly still struggling against the e-stim program, "Doing okay, there, champ? That was pretty crazy, huh?"

Brad could barely manage a nod in response. The machine was still going, and the overwhelming need for release was quickly overtaking him, again. Why hadn't she shut it off already?...

Her deep brown eyes twinkled as she reached down to pinch his cheek, "Wow, you look even worse than me! Heehee... what's the matter? Girl got your cock? Hah!"

As Tori still towered over him, a sticky droplet of her arousal, mixed with sweat, dripped from her swollen pussy lips down onto Brad's lip. With so much of her wetness smeared on his face, it was utterly impossible for him to escape the strong scent of her sex, and it only made his prolonged ordeal that much harder to endure.

Tori simply laughed and playfully mocked him as she carefully scooted off the bed, "You got a little something on your chin... Maybe you should take care of that! Heehee!"

Her cheeks radiated a vivid glow as she rested her chin on her arms, casually crossed over Brad's heaving chest. From there, she looked lovingly up into his eyes, her own eyes sparkling a deep gold in the candlelight. Her expression was pure peace -- a distinctly feminine post-orgasmic bliss. As if to emphasize the excruciating tension still tormenting his body, she smiled and sighed airily, "Ahhhh... there is no better stress release than a good orgasm. And that was a very... very... good one..."

Nearly hyperventilating, Brad closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and strained for release. Meanwhile, Tori simply rested on his chest and enjoyed the show of emotion on his face. Her voice was soft and breathy, reflecting her perfect ease, "You're probably wondering why I haven't turned off the e-stim yet. Well... I told you there would be a 'hard part.' This is it. Congratulations... this is your edge, baby!" She beamed with what could only be described as motherly pride, "Focus on this sensation, baby. This is the closest you will ever get to orgasm when you are with me. Sure, you've been here many times before, but you've never stopped here. You've never had a chance to truly LEARN what this feels like."

For Brad, focusing on anything seemed utterly impossible at this point. Rather, he was a sweaty, quivering mess. It felt like his dick was being tickled by a thousand feathers as the e-stim carefully danced him on the tantalizing fringe of release. His lips still covered in the juices of Tori's orgasm, he sputtered helplessly, "P-p-please! Please... make me... make me cum! Please! I'm so... S-s-sooo close!!"

"Oooo, it's suuuuper sexy when you say that," shivering with excitement, she sat back and absent-mindedly smoothed her hands over his chest and shoulders, "Almost makes me want to jump your face again! Definitely keep talking that way, next time we're together. Heehee -- I love it!" She playfully pinched him for emphasis, "But for now, just remember what this feels like. I want it burned into your brain. A good boy-toy knows his edge and knows how to ride it till we girls say stop. The e-stim is like your training wheels, but pretty soon we'll have you edging without it. Yup! Pretty cool, huh? It might seem impossible now, but don't worry... we'll get you there!" Devilish Tori was genuinely excited at the prospect of teaching Brad how to, essentially, torture himself. She seemed to look forward to it the way that other people looked forward to Christmas.

After taking one last, long look at his cringing, clenching, sweaty body, she was satisfied that he had endured enough for one day. She sat back and tapped out a special sequence of keys, and Brad felt a bizarre combination of panic, frustration, and relief as he felt the electrical stimulation finally stop. Panic and frustration as all hope of orgasm slowly slipped away -- relief as the intense physical torment finally tapered to an end.

Tori eyed her screen thoughtfully as the computer monitored his declining pleasure, "Aaaand so... one fan-TAS-tic orgasm for me... and no orgasm for you. I'd call that a successful first training session!" She giggled girlishly and batted her long eyelashes at him, "Aww... don't worry, baby. There is a light at the end of the tunnel, as they say. We do this for a reason... and it's a good one. You see, after we train you to ride your edge without cumming -- or, more specifically, to ride your edge while giving US your orgasms -- then you can do exactly what you wanted to do. This was all YOUR idea, after all..."

She chuckled at the exhausted, perplexed look in his eyes. After letting him ponder for a while, she mercifully clarified, "Remember how this all started today? Before I hooked you up? You said you wanted a second chance... a second chance to have Vanessa fuck you like she fucked you last night... but without any numbing gel or other tricks this time. You said you wanted to feel it." Her eyebrows arched expectantly as she waited for him to remember, "Well?... This is the only way you will ever get it. You will have to learn to control your own pleasure first. Vanessa doesn't want to fuck some pathetic minute-man. Neither do I. And neither does your kinky nerd girlfriend, Alice. But if you can't handle yourself, we'll just numb you up and ride you into the ground, all week long. It won't make any difference to us either way. So you see?... I'm here to help you. I'm here to teach you how to enjoy this as much as we do. So we can ALL have fun!"

Satisfied that his pleasure had dropped to a safe level, she started ripping off the tape-covered sensors, one by one. Still smiling and batting her eyelashes, she simply ignored his light gasps at the sharp, stinging pain, "So... in a way... you should thank me. Hmmm?" Her voice turned honey sweet but with the slightest hint of a direct command, "Are you going to thank me for edging you?"

It was still a struggle for Brad to form coherent thoughts, much less answer her question. But one thing Tori had said was still resonating in his muddled consciousness -- "Vanessa doesn't want to fuck some pathetic minute-man. Neither do I. And neither does your kinky nerd girlfriend, Alice." -- Did that mean--?... Did they ALL plan to torture him with numbing gel, the same way Vanessa did? But if he somehow achieved the seemingly impossible self-mastery that Tori desired... would they fuck him without any numbing gel, drugs, or tricks to deprive him of feeling it? Compared to the way Vanessa had used him last night, Tori's alternative sounded downright magical.

"Well?" Tori was waiting, and there was only one right answer.

He hurried to remove all doubt, "Yes!"

Her naturally tan cheeks glowed with her coy grin, "Yes what?"

"Yes -- thank you!"

"'Thank you' for what?" She was going to make him say it...

Having already surrendered himself completely to her, this was a comparatively easy concession, "Thank you for... edging me."

"Mmm-hmm..." she nodded faintly as she removed the lubricated ring clamps from his cock, "And?"

"...And... not letting me cum?"

She looked into his eyes with a prodding yet encouraging expression, like a teacher helping a child solve a math problem, "...not exactly. More like-?"

"Ummm... Oh! Thank you for... taking my orgasm."

"YES!" She clapped her hands together in triumph, then awkwardly tackled him in the bed for a kiss of pure joy. She could taste her own pussy on his lips and tongue, but she did not care. She had achieved total control of his pleasure, exactly as planned, and it thrilled her to know just how completely and willingly he had submitted himself to her. That made him priceless, in her eyes, and right now, more than anything, she wanted him to know it through the fire of her kiss. And so, as her long, womanly body pressed against him on the damp bed, she channeled her deepest passion through the seal between their lips. Her body quaked at the intensity of the moment, and her heart fluttered at the rapidly-forming ideas of what she would do to him next...

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Three on One: Spring Break (continued)
* * * Afternoon, Day 2 * * *

Tori was gone and the sweat on Brad's body had barely evaporated when Vanessa burst into the room in a rush. She was wearing some kind of sports uniform -- a tight, sleeveless white and blue athletic top with the yellow number '77' on it and skin-tight black spandex short-shorts. Brad swallowed a lump as he saw that the shorts seemed to have no legs to them at all. They barely covered her slim rear -- leaving her lean, muscle-toned thighs completely bare, all the way down to the long blue-and-white athletic socks hiked up over her calves. And again, as usual, her long dark hair was pulled back into a high, tight ponytail -- this time with a thin blue elastic band at her hairline, holding back any potential errant hairs over her eyes and ears. With intimidating professionalism, she looked ready to play, but Brad had no clue what the sport might be.

Without even a "hello," she unceremoniously dumped a handful of clothes on the bed and started unfastening Brad's cuffs. After a momentary distraction staring at Vanessa's lean, athletic body in those incredible spandex shorts, Brad collected himself enough to notice that the clothes on the bed were his. This was the first time in... how long had it been? A day and a half?... Well, this was the first time since his ordeal began that he had even seen his own clothes, much less worn anything at all. But then he noticed, to his confusion, that these were not the same clothes he had worn yesterday.

Perplexed, he soothed his sore wrists and pawed at the mysterious pile, "How did you...?"

Finished with his cuffs, Vanessa simply crossed her arms and towered over him with an impatient glower, "We got them from your dorm room... where else? Now hurry up and get dressed. We have to go."

It was obvious they had taken the keys from his pockets and used them to get into his room. Up until that moment, it had not even occurred to him that they might do that. It was yet another bold invasion of his privacy. But of course -- nothing was off-limits to these perverted girls. He should have expected it. And yet, it made him wonder... what else had they done in his room? Clearly, they had rummaged through his dresser and closet. But did they use his computer? Look at his email? REPLY to any of his email?? Then a flash of horror -- did they find his stash of downloaded porn? It was filled with pictures of cute young blondes who, not-so-coincidentally, looked a lot like Alice. If she found them, it would be the ultimate embarrassment. He kept the files pretty well hidden... but Alice was what he would call a computer "wizard." She could easily find whatever she wanted on his computer, if she tried.

"Well? Do you want to go naked, or what?" Vanessa scowled and tapped her wrist, even though she was not wearing a watch, "The match starts in twenty minutes."

Snapped back into reality, Brad scrambled to sort through the pile of clothes. The clothes she had chosen for him seemed oddly... nice... for a sporting event. She had picked out his only brand-name navy blue polo shirt, his best pair of khaki slacks, and his only pair of brown shoes. It all smelled like fresh laundry and wasn't even wrinkled -- did she *iron* his clothes?? One item Brad did not recognize, however, was a pair of designer-brand boxer shorts. They felt satiny smooth between his fingers and looked unnecessarily expensive -- never the kind of thing he would buy or wear.

Still naked and feeling rather timid, he held up the mystery boxers, "I-... I don't think these are mine..."

Vanessa was moving through the room, methodically pursing her lips to blow out candles one by one. She did not even bother to look at what he was holding, "They are now. We bought them for you. Well... I guess technically you bought them, since it was your money. Nothing in your drawer was any good, so we did you a favor and threw it all out," she concealed her evil smile by turning away and bending deeply at the waist over a candle, giving him a perfect view of her ass in those tight spandex sports shorts. She lingered there for much, much longer than necessary, and her voice was pure honey, "You're welcome."

Mystified, Brad could only blink... blink again... then resign himself to what had already happened. These girls had gone through his dresser, thrown away ALL of his underwear, and used HIS money to buy designer replacements. He quickly tried to tally, in his head, exactly how much cash had been in his wallet. It could not have been much. But did they find his emergency stash, in his desk drawer? Did they dare to use his credit card? The thought of what they might have done almost seemed worse than what they actually did.

With all the candles blown out, the room was still well-lit with light spilling in through the open door to the suite's common room. Vanessa now stood silhouetted in the doorway, her legs apart and fists on her hips, "Look. I could lock you down, right now, demolish you twice in ten minutes flat, and leave you crying for this week to end. But I'm giving you a chance to go outside and see the sun. Once. Are you coming or not? Get dressed."

Her tone left no room for discussion. He moved like a tornado. It was probably the fastest that Brad had ever dressed in his entire life -- strange satiny new boxers and all. When he was done, Vanessa coolly inspected him, straightened his collar, and gave him an approving nod. "You smell like sweat and pussy..." she patted his chest and cracked a wry grin, "but at least you look good. Come on, we're late."

As if to further tangle his brain in knots, she took his hand in hers and walked gaily beside him with a giant smile on her face -- like a love-struck teenager, hand-in-hand with her high school crush. With her athletic bag over her shoulder, she led him out of Roosevelt Hall and across the grassy quad to the Taft Athletic Center, which most kids called "the TAC." He squinted under the midday sun, high in a cloudless spring sky. The quad, usually a hive of activity, was eerily empty. Everyone was gone for spring break. It seemed like the two of them had the whole college to themselves. Despite all the torture he had endured, Brad secretly wished that there was someone here to see him walking hand-in-hand with hot young Vanessa, like a regular boyfriend and girlfriend. He knew that no one would believe him, if he told them about it. Surely someone would see them..?

The towering glass front doors of the TAC were magnetically locked, but Vanessa swiped her student ID and they were in. The place was completely empty, and their footsteps echoed through the high-ceilinged halls. It made Brad feel like an intruder -- like they were not supposed to be there. But Vanessa strode assuredly forward, her fingers still intertwined with his own. Her natural confidence was unflappable, seemingly no matter what. As they approached one of the smaller gymnasiums, she spoke with simple directness, "My indoor volleyball league is having a scrim today. Eight players from six different teams -- those of us who stayed on campus for spring break. It's a serious league, but this is a casual game. You are my boyfriend visiting from another school, so you will watch and cheer for me. Not too much. You can cheer for my teammate Tammy, too, if you want."

She reached for the gym door and gave him one last, measuring look. Her brown eyes were dead serious, "Tammy's my friend. She likes shy, quiet boys. After the match, we are going to get a good, hard fuck out of you. Both of us. She's looking forward to it. Don't fuck it up."

Before Brad could even react, Vanessa kissed him firmly on the lips, then pushed open the door and pulled him forward with a gleaming, innocent smile on her face. Her volleyball friends were already there and waiting -- eight young girls, counting Vanessa -- all wearing the same tight sleeveless uniform and spandex shorts, but in different colors. Despite being competitors, they all seemed to be friends, as they chirped, giggled, and happily hugged Vanessa to greet her. Brad was the only boy present, and Vanessa introduced him exactly as she said she would -- as her boyfriend visiting from another school for spring break. In return, she rattled off a string of names he would never remember. Sara, Cindy, Jessica, Lindsey, Hannah, Hayleigh... but the only one on his mind was Tammy -- the one he was supposed to fuck.

Tammy was easy to recognize, because she was the only girl wearing the same blue-and-white uniform as Vanessa. She was fit, tan, and toned like Vanessa, though a little shorter and not as slim. She had striking blue eyes, a sparkling smile, and disarmingly youthful, dimpled cheeks. She looked young enough to be a freshman, like Brad, though she also seemed to fit in fine with the other older girls. She had the very definition of dirty blonde hair -- a streaky mix of gold and light brown, tied into a high, tight ponytail just like Vanessa's. Unlike Vanessa, however, Tammy actually had substantial breasts, which were impossible to ignore in that form-fitting sleeveless volleyball uniform. She also wore the number '18,' which seemed to match her age.

The girls fussed over him briefly, commenting to Vanessa about how cute and sweet it was that he came to her volleyball match, and how they wished their own boyfriends would do things with them more often. Vanessa nonchalantly brushed their remarks aside, saying it was no big deal. But Brad noticed a funny twinkle in her eye and the slightest girlish blush on her cheek as she nervously nibbled her lip, as though she was genuinely flattered or embarrassed and trying desperately to hide it. For a moment, she seemed almost like a normal person -- a typical, self-conscious young college girl, with actual flaws and anxiety. It was something he had never seen in her, and it caught him off-guard.

Seconds later, however, Vanessa had her kneepads on, and she was back to her usual, bullishly confident self. As Brad, the solitary spectator, sat on some wooden retractable bleachers and watched, the girls broke into two teams of four on either side of a tall volleyball net stretched across a basketball court. He watched them volley for serve, followed by a rapid-fire game of bumps, sets, and spikes. Even though it was a friendly scrimmage, the girls all took it very seriously. He had seen beach volleyball on TV, but this was different. With four players on each team and no sand underfoot, indoor volleyball seemed louder, faster, and much more painful. Hair whipped and sweat sprayed as girls dove and jumped over every inch of the court. At least that explained why they were all wearing kneepads.

The girls all wore the same basic uniform -- fitted sleeveless tops, long socks, and those impossibly tight spandex short-shorts -- and they all had similar, though not identical, builds. They were clearly very fit, especially in the abs and legs. Vanessa, with her intimidatingly toned thighs and glass-flat stomach, actually looked average among these girls. If anything, she was slightly smaller and lighter than most of them, allowing her to scamper, jump, and twist with amazing dexterity. Other girls, like Tammy, seemed to specialize more in just pounding the ball really hard. On one point in particular, Vanessa hit the floor with lightning speed to save a spike, magically managing to bump the ball into perfect position for Tammy to jump up and smash it straight down the other team's throat. Tammy pumped her fist and roared with victory, sending a mist of sweat from her brow, "YES!! Set 'em up, and knock 'em down! That's how it's DONE!"

Vanessa, still on one knee with a fine sheen glistening along her arms and thighs, looked directly to the sideline at Brad, smiled, and winked, "Yup. That's how we do it."

None of the other girls could understand, but Brad knew exactly what she really meant. Swallowing a hard lump in his throat, he struggled to maintain the facade of cheering them on. Somehow, with every crushing spike by Vanessa or Tammy, it seemed like he was cheering for the inevitably crushing torture they no doubt had planned for him. Would dimple-faced 'number 18' turn out to be yet another cruel tease? Could she be any worse than Vanessa or Tori? What was left for these girls to do to him, anyway?... For his own sanity, Brad decided not to imagine such things.

Given the painful edging he had endured already that same day, combined with the frustrating lack of release, Brad found it impossible to avoid becoming aroused while watching the game. Eight hot young girls were bending, stretching, and jumping in tight little uniforms, like a private show, right before his eyes. Every single one of them was in fantastic shape, and their butts looked glorious in those spandex shorts. His eyes could barely focus, it was overwhelming. And somehow the fact that they were all wearing long, stocking-like socks up to their kneepads made it seem even sexier. Despite the exertion of playing, sky-eyed Tammy also kept glancing his way, peppering him with coy smiles and subtle, playful wiggles of her ass. She knew exactly the effect she was having on him, and it only spurred her on.

About an hour and a half later, the scrimmage was over. The girls lingered to chat, laugh, and collect their things before leaving one by one, until only Vanessa and Tammy were left. Everything seemed perfectly normal and innocent, right up until the last girl walked out the gym door. The instant that door closed behind her, two sets of eyes turned to Brad -- one brown, one blue, and both hungry.

In perfect unison, both girls silently sauntered directly toward him, smirking at his obvious discomfort. Together they stood before him, wordlessly eyeing him up and down, smiling as they assessed their prize. Vanessa's entire posture, from her hand on her hip to the teasing sideways tilt of her chin, perfectly conveyed her confident dominance over him. Meanwhile, Tammy's padded knees turned inward, accentuating the tantalizing curve of her waist and legs, as she swayed on her toes with girlish anticipation. Their combined, lust-filled gaze drilled straight through him, causing him to squirm nervously in his seat.

After a small eternity, Tammy finally cast a sideways eye toward Vanessa and spoke to her brunette teammate as though Brad was not even in the room, "So your roommate Alice found this one?"

"Yup. In her computer programming class."

That brought a strangely devious grin to Tammy's dimpled face, "Mmm... Lovely. How is he?"

It was Vanessa's turn to grin, "Everything we thought he would be. And more. He's a hard worker. Eager to please. A little sensitive, but easy to read, so no problem there. As I said before, we're tango-delta on him really, really hard. Basically as hard as humanly possible. Alice fucked it up once already, but it's been crazy fun, and we're just getting started." She was now beaming from ear to ear with what looked like genuine pride, leaving Brad to fruitlessly ponder the meaning of their cryptic trucker code.

Tammy pretended to pout, "Awww... no 'wag the dog' with this one? You know that's my favorite game!"

Vanessa laughed at her friend's irreverence, "Don't get any ideas, miss jerky-jerk! Besides, I think you'll enjoy this one. He's a LOT of fun, and he really likes it, too." Slim hips swaying with every step, she strolled forward and sweetly extended her hand to help him out of his seat, "Don't you, stud? You love every single thing we've done to you so far. No matter how hard we push, you take it like a champ. No matter how many times we crush you, you always want more. You're our perfect little plaything, and you crave every minute of it. Say yes, baby."

Her tone was sweet, yet still brimming with confidence. As he took her hand and rose to his feet, he obediently gave her the only correct answer, "Yes."

Overcome with girlish joy, Vanessa blushed deep crimson and pecked his cheek with a happy kiss, "See?" She turned to Tammy, "The perfect toy! You ready to rock, girl?"

Tammy's sky-blue eyes flashed with sudden fire as she lurched forward to take his other hand, "Oh, hell yeah! I was ready the moment his cute ass walked in the door! Let's do this!"

"Alright!" In unison, the two girls turned and led him across the gym, each girl holding him by the hand between them. They quickly snatched up their athletic bags, but they were still wearing their full indoor volleyball uniforms -- even the kneepads. Soon, they reached a door marked "Girls Locker Room" and unceremoniously pushed him through.

Brad worried for a second that he might be intruding on someone inside. But it was immediately obvious that the room was empty. Everyone was gone for spring break, meaning the room was theirs for as long as they wanted. In fact, it seemed like the whole building was theirs. As Vanessa veered off briefly, Tammy violently yanked him by the wrist through rows of lockers and long padded benches. Alarmed by this unfamiliar teen's sudden forcefulness, Brad instinctively looked over his shoulder, searching for Vanessa -- as if she could somehow ease his anxiety.

Tammy saw the look of fear in his eyes and found it cute, "Awww... don't worry, sweetie. Vanessa's just locking all the doors. You see, the locker room has no windows and is really well sound-proofed. So, with the doors all locked, now no one can interrupt us. And..." She suddenly stopped, turned, and pulled him close. She deliberately planted his hand on her spandex-covered ass and cradled his face between her palms. She looked directly up into his eyes and added huskily, "No one can stop us." Then she kissed him.

Vanessa returned to find them standing in the aisle, locked in deep embrace -- Tammy attacking his lips with passionate fury, and Brad standing stunned, with one hand awkwardly cupping her firm, round ass. Vanessa simply laughed as she pulled her sleeveless volleyball jersey off over her head, revealing her tight black sports bra and incredible abs underneath, "Hey now, horny-toad! Save some for me!"

To Brad's utter confusion, Tammy gruffly broke off her kiss and pushed him backward into a bank of lockers. Wiping her lips with the back her wrist, she had a bizarre mix of disgust and raw sexual electricity in her eyes, "He needs a shower and tastes like cooch. It better be yours, Vanessa..."

Vanessa wisely declined to comment. Instead, she strode purposefully forward, grabbed his belt, and started unbuckling his pants with unhesitating authority, "Then let's get him in the shower. Get his shirt. I got his pants."

As two hormone-fueled college girls pinned him against a locker and started tearing off his clothes, Brad momentarily panicked and stammered, "Bu- but... wait-! I only agreed to-"

Before he could finish his thought, Vanessa roughly yanked his pants and underwear straight down to his ankles. She stomped on them, pinning them to the floor, and leaned hard against his body to hold him still. Then, with one hand she grabbed his exposed and over-sensitive testicles, while her other hand flattened violently against his lips, muzzling him. She gave his balls a quick, severe squeeze -- just enough to remind him that she was in charge. And as his eyes flared with pain and alarm, her gaze was pure, ruthless ice, "Shut the fuck up, or I will fucking break you for life. Do you understand?"

He hurriedly nodded his agreement, if only out of fear of what she might do if he hesitated. Pleased with his quick acquiescence, she released her grip on his balls and patted them gently, "Good boy. Now... I'm afraid you have to be punished for that little outburst just now. So, you're going to get yourself cleaned up, and Tammy and I are going to shower with you. You're going to soap us up and scrub us down, head to toe, like a good, devoted boyfriend. Then, when we're all nice and clean and fresh, Tammy's going to fuck your shy little brains out. Right, Tammy?"

Enjoying the demonstration of control, the dirty-blonde eighteen year-old leaned in to whisper harshly into his ear, barely loud enough for Vanessa to hear, "Mmmm... like there's no tomorrow."

Stripped of everything except his pants around his ankles and pinned against a cold metal locker by two fiercely domineering young coeds, Brad struggled to keep from trembling as Vanessa's voice took on a sinister gravity, "You do everything I tell you to do, exactly the way I tell you to do it. You do not ask questions. Remember? Now, Tammy's going to cum on that sweet cock, and you will just keep fucking her like the stud-toy you are, until -I- say stop. And your punishment... well... I think you already know what that's going to be..." Her sharp, dark eyebrow peaked, her head cocked, and her tone ticked upward with teasing delight, "That's right... no orgasm for you, no matter how hard Tammy fucks you. Because you are MY toy. You only cum for ME, when -I- say so. And you just lost your chance. Stud."

Both girls now had their entire bodies pressed against his, totally flattening him against the locker. He could feel Tammy's ample breasts heaving against his chest, in synch with her hot breath on his neck, "Ohhh, wow... good luck with that, sweetie... now that I know Vanessa's little game, I'm going to make it verrrry harrrrrd on you... heehee..." Still laying against Brad's naked body, Tammy turned to her older friend, "Ten bucks says I can make him blow his load inside me, before I cum."

Without Tammy noticing, Vanessa snatched Brad's balls in her fist again and gave him another threatening clench, followed by a painful tug. She answered her friend's challenge by ignoring Tammy completely and looking directly into Brad's eyes instead. With his balls in her fist, her entire expression dripped with menacing confidence, "Easy money."

"We'll see about that." Pushing herself away, Tammy smoothly crossed her arms and hoisted her jersey up over her ponytailed head. In an equally smooth motion, she had her sports bra off, as well -- leaving her naked breasts bouncing in the air for Brad to admire. Exactly as he suspected, they were much larger than Vanessa's comparably tiny breasts, despite the fact that Tammy was a few years younger. In fact, Tammy was even more endowed than womanly Tori -- even though the rest of Tammy's body, and especially her youthful face, was clearly that of a fit but budding eighteen year-old college freshman. Next, she teasingly turned her back, bent over sharply at the waist, wiggled her spandex-covered ass, and made an elaborate show of removing her shoes, socks, and kneepads, one by one.

For her part, Vanessa rolled her eyes, but also grinned, knowing the effect that her friend was having on Brad's poor, conflicted psyche. His cock was already standing at rigid attention, no doubt aided by the buildup of unreleased sexual energy throughout his body. How many times had he been edged since yesterday, anyway? She may have ridden him hard and denied him release, but Tori had been truly cruel. Vanessa could not even imagine what it must be like... to be edged so intensely, so many times, with such calculated, computerized precision. His balls must be boiling by now.

Oh well -- she shrugged silently to herself -- that's just the way boys work. The longer the tease, the more compliant they become. And there is simply nothing in the world more erotic than watching a boy desperately struggle to crest the brink of orgasm, only to reel him back while there's nothing he can do about it. It's the defining feature of their anatomy -- why fight mother nature, when you can embrace it and enjoy it? It was certainly going to be fun, watching him struggle for control against energetic young Tammy. But, of course, Vanessa had no intention of actually fighting fair. No matter what... Brad was not going to cum today -- she would make sure of it.

To finish her short little strip show, Tammy peeked backward over her bare shoulder, gave Brad a coy wink, and then slowly worked her spandex athletic shorts and underwear down her long, toned legs, all the way to the floor. She kicked her sweaty shorts backwards, where they happened to land directly in Brad's face, fall down, and hang comically from his dick like it was a coat hook, the aching firmness of his erection easily holding the spandex aloft. Fingertips over her lips in a mock "oops" expression, Tammy simply giggled and playfully tiptoed barefoot toward the showers, leaving Brad to admire her toned, slim, youthful physique from behind as she bounced away.

As Tammy disappeared behind a row of lockers, Vanessa planted her foot on a padded bench and nonchalantly started untying her sneakers. She looked back at her flabbergasted boy-toy, still standing with his pants around his ankles and Tammy's sweaty shorts hanging from his dick. "Well?" her sharp glare snapped him back to reality, "Get in there and help her clean up!"

On command, Brad awkwardly stumbled out of his own pants and toward the locker room showers. There, in the first stall, he found Tammy already standing under a steamy spray of hot water. Momentarily frozen by the curvy, naked eighteen year-old in front of him, Brad simply watched as she casually unraveled her ponytail and fluffed out her wavy, dirty-blonde hair. He watched the relaxing hot spray strike her face and cascade down to her ankles as clouds of steam swirled around her. Sheets of water caressed her skin like windblown silk, slipping in layers along the hourglass curve of her hips. Her chin tilted back and her eyes closed with a look of self-indulgent ease and comfort, as though she had just stepped out under a tropical sun. It was a distinctly feminine and incredibly sexy sight -- a sensual vision that he would never forget -- a vision of a beautiful girl he barely knew.

Then, ever so slowly, she turned to him, unabashedly revealing the full glory of her naked form. Like Vanessa, Tammy was in fantastic physical shape, and it showed. Her arms and legs were magnificently toned -- not overly muscular, just tight and fit. And beneath her ample breasts, her abs were completely flat except for the faintest creases of muscle above prominent hip bones. Unlike Vanessa, however, Tammy had a small, neatly-trimmed tuft of light brown hair above her pussy. In a strange way, it looked almost cute -- perhaps due to the youthfulness of her dimpled face and the coy, girlish way she tended to stand, with her thighs together and knees turned slightly inward. Standing thus, she wordlessly smiled and extended her hand, coaxing him forward to join her in the shower. And he happily obliged.

Tammy did not say much. She did not need to. She simply handed him her purple loufa sponge, pointed to her bottle of body wash, smiled encouragingly, turned her back, and lifted her hair. Knowing his role, Brad diligently soaped and scrubbed her neck, shoulders, and back. He took his time carefully cleaning every inch of skin presented to him, all the way down to her delicate ass. And as Tammy softly ooo'ed and ahh'ed under his relaxing touch, Brad's untouched erection throbbed in the steamy air.

Before long, he felt the air stir as Vanessa joined them in the stall. The girls did not say a single word between them for the entire shower. They simply exchanged brief, knowing grins and glances -- as if communicating secretly in some mysterious girl-code that Brad, a boy, could never understand. For him, standing here like this -- naked and bracketed by two hot, horny young girls with unknown plans for him -- he felt at a clear disadvantage. It was enough to make a corner of his consciousness bristle with fear, while the rest of his hormone-fueled mind was being swept away in a tornado of sexual energy. Ultimately, his hormones prevailed, and he surrendered to the thrill of this once-in-a-lifetime moment. Whatever consequences might come later, Brad decided not to worry about it now.

When he finished scrubbing her back, Tammy wordlessly settled herself against his chest, rested her head back against his shoulder, and guided his arms around her body to soap and scrub her breasts. In this position, his cock pressed into the crease between her ass cheeks, finally giving him the direct stimulation that his body craved. Meanwhile, Vanessa pressed her entire long, lean body against his back, running her arms down his sides as though holding his hips in place. Brad was now utterly surrounded. These girls had him sandwiched tightly between them -- snakes of steamy water slithering through the few narrow channels between their bodies.

Head back and lost in ecstasy, Tammy reached up, gripped Brad's wet hair in her fist, and guided his mouth to hers -- while still holding his hand against her breast with her other arm. As Tammy and Brad kissed like long-lost lovers, Vanessa lost herself to the moment, as well. She leaned over his opposite shoulder and peppered his neck and ear with dozens of lingering kisses -- creating goosebumps she could feel all the way down to his legs. Then, the instant Tammy stopped to gasp for breath, Vanessa firmly turned his chin for a deep kiss of her own. Thus the girls kissed him continuously, passing his lips back and forth as they smothered his body between them. As a dozen, then another dozen, minutes passed, his legs started to shudder under their combined pressure and heat. But with their naked bodies as a vise, the girls fixed him firmly in place beneath the hot shower jets, not letting him move until both of their appetites were satisfied.

After some time, Tammy smoothly guided Brad's hand down from her breast. Fingers intertwined, she directed him to the subtle flare of her young hips, then forward along the crest of her hip bone toward the tiny stripe of wet hair above her pussy. Leaning backward into him, she gazed up into his eyes and sighed contentedly as she guided him across that final inch -- straight to her throbbing clit and swollen pussy lips. There she gently dipped his fingertip into herself, along with a single finger of her own, and soothed her clit with slow, tiny rocking motions against his palm. Keeping her hand over his, and her finger inside herself, she held him steady in exactly the right spot to grind herself to ecstasy -- taking time to build her arousal slowly, with only the slightest of motions -- savoring every long, delicious minute of it.

And with each faint rocking motion of her hips against his hand, the tight crease of her ass slid along the length of his cock, escalating his arousal in perfect harmony with hers. Her tiny... slow... quiet movement was unlike anything the other girls had done to him. It was tender and romantic... but also precise -- exactly enough to make him ache. She could feel the rumble of his quiet, involuntary moans of pleasure, and it brought a blissful, drowsy glow to her eyes as she settled more deeply against him.

Embraced like this, with his palm on her clit and his finger in her pussy, Tammy let Brad take her nearly all the way to orgasm. Even under the steamy hot jets of water, she could already feel the familiar chill of satisfaction starting in her toes, and it made her shudder expectantly. But she deliberately held back, remembering her bet with Vanessa. Indeed, as wonderful as this boy's touch might be, it was time for something more... Time for him to crumble.

Skin slick and clean from head to toe, Tammy guided Brad away from the shower and toward one of the long padded benches between the lockers. Not even bothering to towel herself off, she simply let the water drip and slide down her body to a puddle at her feet. With wordless, blinking blue eyes and a coy, girlish smile, she put her feet together and bent over, ever so slowly, to pick up the two sets of black athletic kneepads that she and Vanessa had been wearing before. With a sideways grin, she tossed Vanessa's pair to him, which he awkwardly caught against his naked chest. And as he stood there stupefied, she poised on one leg, then the other, with perfect balance, and slowly slid the pads over her toes, past her ankles, and up to her knees, one by one. Then she stood tall before him, a vision of young beauty -- naked, blushing, dripping wet, and wearing nothing but a set of black kneepads.

As Vanessa nonchalantly scrubbed her hair with a towel and turned the corner to come watch, Tammy nodded toward the kneepads clutched in Brad's arms. Her intention was clear -- she wanted him to put them on. Brad looked to Vanessa for affirmation, and her calm, solemn nod spoke volumes. He was to do whatever Tammy wanted, even if it meant putting on a sweaty set of girl's kneepads. And so, to Tammy's delight, Brad slipped the pads over his legs and tightened them against his knees. Blushing uncontrollably, he stood facing both girls -- his cock throbbing and mind racing -- imagining what would happen next.

Her eye directly on Brad's cock, Tammy playfully bent one knee, tilted her hip, and lifted a thoughtful finger to her lips. She spoke to Vanessa, who had already fully toweled off and was now fishing through an athletic bag behind her, "Cover up your toy, please, so we can get started. I'm reeeeeally looking forward to this..."

Vanessa emerged with an unwrapped condom pinched lightly between her teeth. Without moving her lips, she managed to mumble, "On it."

As Vanessa confidently strode toward Brad, Tammy lidded her eyes seductively, then cooed and lowered herself slowly to the floor. Once down on her knees, she turned her back to him and bent forward, planting her elbows on the end of the long padded bench in front of her. Meanwhile, Vanessa dropped to one knee, looked up at him from under her dark, sharply trimmed eyebrows, gripped his cock firmly at its base, and rolled the condom down the length of his dick in one, smooth, practiced motion. He immediately felt a surprising chill against his skin -- apparently, Vanessa had coated the condom in some kind of cool lube before putting it on him.

Standing now, with his dick still in her hand, Vanessa half-sneered, half-smiled as she whispered to him, "Tammy plays it safe with the rubber and all. But she fucks like a wolf. Do as she says, but remember MY rules. You are MY toy, and you only cum when -I- say so. Remember that, but don't stop fucking Tammy till she creams on your cock. That's an order... stud."

Then, like a coach putting a player into the big game, she slapped his ass and pushed him forward. For a moment, Brad wanted to say no. He wanted to resist. He wanted to plead with Vanessa -- that there was no way he could possibly do as she asked -- no way he could possibly control his own orgasm while having sex with lively young Tammy. With all the teasing and edging he had endured, this could only end in quick humiliation for him. And yet, Vanessa seemed to have a bizarre confidence in him. She seemed to earnestly believe that he could handle it. And so, in a strange way, her confidence gave him confidence. He started to believe he could do it.

Tammy peeked backward over her shoulder, giggled, and teasingly wiggled her ass as Brad slowly kneeled on the floor between her spread legs. Admittedly, the kneepads helped cushion his knees against the hard tile floor, and he was glad to have them on. With a dimple-faced wink and a chuckle, Tammy reached back, between her own legs, seized his achingly rigid cock in her hand, and cooed, "Oooo... Ready for action, huh? Think you can handle me, sweetie? Well, I'm afraid you're in for a surprise... Ohh yeah... I'm going to drain your balls so fast -- and so FUCKING hard -- you won't walk right for a week! Hah! You ready for that, big shot? Hmm? No?... Oh well, too bad... 'cause here we go..."

With that, she quickly guided his tip to her slit then gently eased her hips backward into him. Looking down at her neatly rounded ass, he watched in awe as his entire length plunged into her tight pussy from behind. Soon impaled to his hilt, he cringed at the overwhelming surge of heat and pressure as her walls of moist flesh crushed him from every angle. Even through the condom, he could feel every glorious detail of it -- the mind-numbing thrill of this sex-starved, incredibly fit young volleyball player, smoothly working herself up and down along the entire length of his cock.

The entire experience was utterly unbelievable. Here he was -- on his knees, on the floor of the girls' locker room, having raunchy, doggie-style sex with a curvy, dripping wet, dirty-talking eighteen year-old, the two of them wearing nothing but athletic kneepads, while another perverted girl stood over them and watched. In fact, Vanessa did more than just watch. After taking a moment to wrap her hair in a towel resembling a tall white turban, but still completely nude all the way down to her toes, she leaned back against a locker, crossed her arms, smiled devilishly, and egged them on, "Grab her hair! Yeah! Pull! She likes that!"

Mind spinning, Brad did as he was told. He grabbed a fistful of Tammy's long, wet hair -- right near the roots at the back of her scalp -- and firmly pulled her head back, like a cowboy reigning a galloping horse. Her reaction was instantaneous, "OH! YES! THAT'S my boy! Rrrgghh! You like it rough, huh?? Rrrgghh! Yeah!! Me too!"

Gripping the bench for leverage, she bucked hard back into him, drilling his cock deep inside herself. Then, with a gasp and a grunt, she pulled away and did it again. And again. And again... her bare breasts quaking violently beneath her. Through gritted teeth, she huffed and panted in synch with every thrust, "Ah! Mmm... You were so... Uhh!... slow and... Mmm!... sweet in the shower. Were you... Ah!... holding out... on me? Hmm? Where did this... Uh!!... fuck-stud... come... from?"

Grinning from ear to ear, Vanessa simply leaned back and casually crossed her feet, "See? What did I tell you, Tammy? He's a catch! Still think you can take him? Or will you just give in and let yourself cum first?"

"Fuck that!" Tammy's head swiveled sharply back to glare over her shoulder at her overconfident teammate-turned-competitor, "I got him right where I want him! Comeon, stud! Feel it... feel me... FUCK me! Yeah!! Now's your chance... Uhh!... Do it! DRILL me! Rrraahhhyyeaah! Harder!"

As Tammy continued thrashing and bucking backward, Brad felt a steadily increasing tingling chill replacing the sensation of heat and friction around his pulsing cock. In the most bizarre way, it almost felt as if the harder he fucked, the less he felt. And as Tammy's relentless rhythm accelerated, he could feel his own arousal steadily declining, replaced by an alarming numbness -- a sensation he had only ever felt once before. He recognized it immediately, and it brought a tear of frustration to his eye...

Vanessa's hands rested gently on his shoulders as she settled slowly on her knees behind him. While sex-crazed Tammy pounded savagely backward into his steadily numbing cock, calm and cool Vanessa leaned over his shoulder to whisper secretly in his ear, barely loud enough for him to hear, "I told youuuu... You don't get to cum... unless -I- say so. Figured it out yet? Hmmm?" She lovingly petted his wet hair as his hope of satisfaction steadily slipped away and the look of pain and frustration slowly worked across his face, causing her to shiver with devilish glee, "Ohhh... That's right, baby... I cheated!... I put the numbing gel inside your condom... So, no matter what Tammy does to you... no matter how hard she rides that nice, stiff cock... there will be no 'O' for you! Nope! None!"

Delighting in the simplicity of her malicious prank, Vanessa laughed directly into his ear, not even caring anymore that Tammy might overhear, "Wow you are SO easy to tease!! Like, it's not even a challenge anymore. But it's still soooo much FUN! Heehee! So tell me, stud... do you WANT to cum?"

Sweat mixed with cool water running down his cheeks as he strained to answer the demented naked brunette perched over his shoulder, "Rrrrrhh... yehhhsss... Vanessa... please! PLEASE let me cum!"

Vanessa's eyebrows perked up eagerly, "Hear that, Tammy? You got him close, but he's holding out... for ME. Just like I said he would..."

This only made Tammy try harder. Bucking and clenching with renewed intensity, spittle sprayed from her lips as she cringed, "UHHRRHH! Don't listen to her, baby!! It's you and ME now!! Your cock is in MY pussy!! Cum inside ME! Uhhh!! Comeon!! UHH!! Yes! Fuck me, HARD!! Harder, baby! HARDER!!"

Her cheeks blushing and brown eyes glistening with perverse joy, Vanessa playfully licked the rim of his ear and returned to a growling whisper, "Okay. You really want it that badly?... Do you NEED it?... Well, then go for it, stud. She's all yours. Starting now, you have permission to cum... After all, the gel isn't perfect. If you fuck her really, REALLY hard... you miiiight be able to do it... No promises, but... Mmmm, yeah... I want to watch you try..."

Like a sprinter who just heard the starter pistol, Brad instinctively exploded into action. He grabbed Tammy by the hips and forcefully drilled himself as deep as he could go. Then he pulled her off, paused a beat, and did it again -- and again -- and again -- burying himself to the hilt every single time. Her reaction was instantaneous, "OHH!! YES!! THAT'S my boy!! Give me more of THAT!! UHH!! Yeah!!"

Content with the animalistic sex scene she had created, Vanessa simply stood back and relaxed to watch the action unfold. Still nude and silky clean from head to toe, she traced lazy lines along her own hips and abs with a single finger as she leaned back against the lockers and quietly observed. She watched her nerdy boy-toy frantically pound her fit young teammate's pussy -- from behind, on the floor, dripping wet, wearing nothing but kneepads, and desperately struggling to cum -- while her teammate talked dirty, pounded him back, resisted her own rising pleasure, and tried to make him cum, too -- all while his cock was almost completely numb and physically unable to climax. It was a perfect little trap for them both -- and a perfect spectator sport for Vanessa.

"UHH!! Fuck!! Vanessa, you were holding out on me! This boy's a fucking STUD! Rrrhh!! God! How hard do I have to -- Uhh!!-- fuck him, anyway!?"

Tammy did not overhear Vanessa's whispers about the numbing gel, so she still had no idea what was really going on. From her perspective, she was working him over as hard as she could with her "best stuff." The sight of her slender back, messy blonde hair, and dazzling round ass, plus the extraordinary depth and angle she could handle in this primal position, consistently crippled the stamina of every boy she had ever done this with. Indeed, doggie-style was her guaranteed boy-breaker, which she liked for quickies or whenever she needed to knock a boy's ego down a few notches. It also provided minimal contact to her sensitive clit, allowing her to keep her focus, conserve her strength, and maintain complete control... until now. Today, to her amazement, somehow Brad was getting to her. Perhaps it was the shape of his cock, the angle of his hips, his seemingly endless stamina, or just the naughty erotic kinkiness of doing it in the girls' locker room... but she could feel her heat climbing and her control steadily slipping away every single time he thrust deep into her body.

His cock magnificently firm, his rhythm exquisitely savage, he fucked with an urgency she had never experienced before -- a uniquely masculine power combined with a thrilling and flattering neediness. She could sense the overwhelming surge of instinct in his body -- conscious thought incinerated -- animal urges raging -- every single muscle laboring toward a single purpose -- clenching in perfect sequence -- driving him toward that peak -- desperately trying to empty his teased and swollen balls deep inside her. Yet, something seemed to hold him back, blocking him from climax. And whatever it was, it doubled the urgency and power of his movement.

Altogether, it worked to trigger her deepest, most carnal feminine essence in ways she never thought possible, thrilling her to her very core. This was something no other boy had ever done to her, and it was a universe beyond the things she could do to herself. In short, it was not just sex... it was FANTASTIC sex.

Tammy had never experienced a G-spot orgasm before, but she knew it was coming. His angle, firmness, and rhythm were simply too perfect. She felt a strong urge to pee, but her friends had told her to expect that and not to worry about it. She considered resisting, perhaps even pulling Brad out, so she would not lose her bet with Vanessa. That thought lasted less than a second. This was too good. This was exactly what she wanted. Rather than resist, she simply relaxed and let her mind go blank. Nothing could stop her now.

And so, as deep, glorious ecstasy poured outward from her spine to every corner of her body, a tingling wave of goosebump-inducing chills washed over every inch of her smooth, clean skin. Her toes reflexively curled, and her feet kicked up from the floor until she was balanced only on her kneepads with her calves wrapped tight around Brad's thighs, locking him into a prolonged, incredibly intimate thrust. With his cock thus sealed deep inside her, her pussy spasmed rhythmically, crushing him and bringing animalistic grunts to his lips. Her own rambling growls made no sense at all -- other than clearly betraying her orgasmic delirium to everyone else in the room. At best, her only recognizable word was, "FFFFF--Uhhhhhkkk!!!"

She felt her arms getting wobbly and her balance fading. Without saying a single word, as if knowing exactly what to do, Brad leaned over her, planted one hand on the bench in front of them, and wrapped a firm, steadying arm around her waist, his palm spread between her breasts. Thus, he helped hold her up, so she could relax through the completion of her climax and truly let herself go -- which she gratefully did... right before she blacked out.

The next thing Tammy remembered was staring down at the wet tile floor -- still on her wobbly hands and knees -- with Brad's cock still inside her and his arm still holding her up. Obviously, she had only been unconscious for a few seconds, at most. But her orgasm had passed -- replaced now with what she could only describe as a "sweet heat" filling her stomach and a gloriously sexy tingle in her toes and fingertips. Brad was no longer thrusting, and Vanessa was down on one knee, reaching forward to gently sweep some of Tammy's wet hair to one side.

With a look of slight concern in her eye, Vanessa craned her neck to see Tammy's face, "Tammy? Talk to me, girl. You okay in there?"

Her eyes glazed and unfocused, and with a tiny thread of saliva dangling down to the floor from her lip, Tammy managed to mumble her delayed amazement, "Yeah... wwwoow... uhhh, wwwoow... That was... umm..." Finding words was a surprising struggle, "That was... spectacular!"

Vanessa chuckled with relief, "Yeah... looked like it!"

Still staring down at the floor -- not even caring about Brad's dick still inside her -- Tammy's tone was airy awe, "Your boy... He... wow... uhh... yeah... He's REALLY good!" Finally, she managed to collect her wits enough to turn and face her older friend, "That is, by far, the best bet I've ever lost!"

The girls laughed together while Brad simply waited -- aching with frustration as he reconstructed the past few minutes in his mind. He had been hammering Tammy as hard as he possibly could, struggling to find sensation through the drug-induced numbness on his cock. He was drilling himself deep inside her from behind when she suddenly babbled a string of nonsense and violently climaxed on his cock. In the middle of her orgasm, she appeared to become woozy, so naturally he reached around to help hold her up. That was when she seemed to collapse entirely, and Vanessa ordered him to stop. Tammy had only been unconscious for a few seconds, but Brad had a sickening, sinking feeling that his only chance for orgasm was already gone.

Brad's fear was confirmed as Tammy pivoted her hip and scooted slightly forward, ejecting him from her pussy. Limbs unsteady like a newborn lamb, she crawled up onto the padded bench, turned around, and sat with her knees tucked up against her chest. Brad was now left alone on the floor, awkwardly perched on his knees, with his rigid, condom-covered cock bobbing in the air in front of him. Looking down at him, Tammy genuinely smiled and discreetly buried one hand between her thighs to test her own lingering sensitivity, "Wow, and he's STILL rock hard. That's just unbelievable. He really is the perfect toy."

Vanessa walked over to him, briefly towered over him with a self-satisfied grin on her face, then leaned down to grip the base of his cock between her thumb and forefinger. For a moment, he hoped that she was going to start jerking him off -- or start doing something, anything, to help him finally reach orgasm -- but his hopes were quickly dashed as she pinched the tip of the condom, pulled it off, and turned to walk away. "Yup! Just like I told you. I assume you're done?"

Her cheeks glowing a distinct pink, Tammy's nod was emphatic, "Uhm, yeah. Don't think I'd survive another one of those."

"Thought so." Vanessa dropped the used condom into a trash can, then nonchalantly started getting dressed.

Tammy, meanwhile, continued to sit and recover, "You're not going to have a go?" Yet again, the girls were talking about him as if he was not even in the room.

"Nah. Watching you was hot enough. I'm good for a while... Hey! Lover boy," having already pulled on a clean bra and panties from her gym bag, Vanessa turned to Brad with a stern glare, "Get up! Get those kneepads off, and get dressed. We're going home."

Brad felt like crying, but he knew that would only make things worse. So he did as he was told and got dressed -- somehow managing to fit the waistband of his fancy new underwear over his still-solid erection. Then he helped collect Vanessa's things while the girls quietly discussed the miracle of the G-spot orgasm. By the time Brad and Vanessa were ready to leave, Tammy was still completely naked (except for her kneepads) and still sitting with her knees tucked against her chest, with rosy cheeks and a cute, giddy smile on her dimpled face. And as they walked away, she gave a giggling, sing-song farewell, "Bye, byeeee, sweetie pie! Great sex'in with ya! Call me anytime. Seriously!"

As they walked out the door, Vanessa gave him a sideways grin and playfully elbowed him in the rib. Safely out of earshot from the locker room, she then did an exaggerated impression of her younger friend, "Great sex'in with ya, sweetie pie! Way to pound my pussy so hard it made me faint, sweetie pie!"

Then, with an extremely exaggerated flirty heel kick, she put her fingers to her cheek in a mock telephone gesture, "Call me!"

And, for once, Brad and Vanessa laughed together.

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The story was to be continued from here, but I never finished it. So I guess it ends here -- an ending that is, in and of itself, a bit of a tease. I hope you liked it, and thanks for reading!

-lmind

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[Maxsteele1986]

Just wondering if you ever continued it after this point? I mean 8 years has passed since this post. Wondering if you got any ideas to continue the story.

[Zofia Little Flame]

What a story. Such a shame to have it end here but I understand if the inspiration is gone. Would love to here more of this. I edged my pussy so much reading. The plan was to finish at the end of the story but I guess I was just teased to denial .
PS: would love to do this to a guy
PPS: or have the roles reversed