Amanda had told me that since we’d been back in the U.S. and fucking all our girls, I had become substantially less sensitive to her–something she was not fond of, per our agreement. The solution to this problem, she enforced, was a hard reset.
I wasn’t allowed to cum for a week.
[This story is a flash-forward scene in Trophy Husband]
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I was in agony.
Amanda had told me that since we’d been back in the U.S. and fucking all our girls, I had become substantially less sensitive to her–something she was not fond of, per our agreement. The solution to this problem, she enforced, was a hard reset.
I wasn’t allowed to cum for a week.
I had been given a fresh supply of semen volume and testosterone-boosting supplements, and it didn’t help that Amanda held firm to her law that I was not allowed to wear clothing in the house. She and Kiya refrained from teasing me too much, but they still had plenty of fun at my expense. They remained in clothing for my sanity, but still enjoyed the occasional grab of my ass, or brush of the hand against my cock. The true torture, though, was that Amanda would hold my package between her feet, and instruct Kiya to pump my morning wood with her small hands until it leaked every morning before they left for work, leaving me writhing in bed with cum trickling down my shaft. I was not allowed to finish myself and had to sit in bed until the cum dried, or Amanda would extend my chaste period.
It felt like I was going to die. My cock, unceasingly plump and heavy, dangled between my legs and slapped my thighs with every step around the house. Every so often, I would think about my wife, or Kiya, or our girls, and I would get hard instantly. During these moments it would pulse up and down with my heartbeat, and freely dribble cum on the floor. I practiced breathing exercises to calm myself down, but they had little effect. Mostly, I just kept myself busy around the house. I couldn’t even say how many times I cleaned the bathroom. I kept the laundry meticulous, and the dishes were never dirty. I even scrubbed the baseboards and the ceiling trim.
Truly, the most excruciating part of the whole ordeal was my balls. They were so full of cum that they bulged with massive veins, and the weight of them ached painfully. After a few days of complaining, Amanda let me wear underwear during the day to ease the effects of gravity on them, but once we went to bed, I was to be naked again.
Amanda had told me that Miranda and Alexis would be the lucky girls to relieve me after my celibacy, and I was looking forward to seeing them again. I daydreamed about Alexis’ flexibility and was haunted by Miranda’s chest and mouth. It was worse since I had to imagine what Miranda felt like, since she had only milked me during our last session, and hadn’t let me fuck her. I hadn’t seen them since the wedding, and Miranda had told me that I needed to ‘pay her back with cum.’ Alexis had developed a cum fetish as well, and I was bursting at the seams to give mine to them.
The day finally came, and after Amanda and Kiya left for work, I jumped into the shower, shaved and scrubbed, and quickly got out. I checked my phone to be certain I would be there on time—Miranda had sent me a text the night before telling me to arrive an hour before noon in loose shorts. She had also sent a tasteful picture of her massive breasts, causing me to lose sleep tossing and turning while I thought about them, my hard, leaking cock a nuisance to the bedsheets.
Once I was presentably fuckable, I hopped in my car and sped over to her house. I got to her door just in time and rang the doorbell just before eleven. She opened the door almost immediately.
She was as beautifully curvy as ever, a thick blonde bombshell wearing a dark blue, one-piece lingerie set. Her breasts were attempting to split the fabric at the seams, their weight and size almost overpowering the feeble cups that supported them. Her cleavage was deep and alluring, forcing my eyes to stare, my mouth to salivate, and my cock to drip.
“You’re almost late. I figured you’d be early.” Miranda quipped.
I looked up at her amused eyes and pouted.
“But I wasn’t late,” I whined.
“I know. Come in, sweetie. You look ready to eat.” She grinned ravenously and welcomed me inside.
Her house was just as fancy as I remembered, and it made me equally as nervous as the last time I had been there.
“Let’s go to the living room.” She said and began walking past the foyer.
I followed without a sound, watching her jiggling, round ass that ate the lace sway as she stepped. She stopped, and we found Alexis sitting on the couch, adorned in a matching two-piece blue lingerie set. She was tall, petite, blonde, and her panties clung to her prominent hip bones as she lounged, her toned abs flexing beneath small, pert breasts. She stood up and posed for my benefit next to Miranda, and they grinned devilishly at me.
I gazed back, dumbfounded and erect, the loose shorts Miranda had requested doing their job in not letting me hide it. When they stepped towards me, I flinched. They laughed, evidently enjoying their effect on me, and approached me nonetheless. Alexis grabbed my cock as Miranda pressed her chest against my side, trying to bury my arm in her cleavage.
“He really hasn’t cum for a week, huh?” Alexis murmured, feeling my steel flesh through the thin fabric.
“I–I will right now if you keep going.” I stuttered, feeling precum gather at my tip.
Miranda shook her head with a broad smile, her tongue on her teeth.
“Not yet.”
I shuddered, and Miranda stripped my shirt off as Alexis dropped my pants to the floor. I hurried to kick off my shoes, and Alexis abruptly fell to her knees and took me deep into her mouth.
“FU- UCK–” I yelped as my cock slid down her open throat.
She forced her face against my pelvis and gagged, her tongue wetting my balls, but Miranda abruptly grabbed her hair and yanked her off.
“I still haven’t felt this cock inside me yet.” She chided the young girl playfully.
“Sorry.” Alexis smiled sheepishly.
Miranda grabbed my arms, sat on the floor, and pulled me on top of her as she fell into the plush carpet. My cock rubbed against the soft lace between her thick thighs, and it was already wet.
“Be a good boy and fuck me,” she said grabbing my head.
She forced my face into her pillowy breasts and slid her other hand between us. Her fingers hooked the lace, pulled it to the side, and she delved into her pussy. She collected her wetness on her fingers and deposited it onto the tip of my cock. I gasped, suffocating in her chest. I was immensely tender, trembling as she played with it, twirling and swirling her fingers around, lubricating me before positioning my cock at her entrance.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me, sweetie.”
I craned my head upward, my eyes squinted, and my sensitivity paralyzed me. Alexis had moved behind me and before I could say a word, she pushed on my ass hard, and my entire length plunged inside Miranda. Air flew from my lungs from the pleasure of her walls, she squealed in delight, and she lifted her head and licked from my collarbone up to my chin.
“Make me cum.” She commanded breathlessly.
I looked down at her face, which was desperate for release.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said.
I braced my hands on the floor on either side of her torso. I fucked her experimentally, attempting different rhythms and depths. I started slow and shallow, then went faster and deeper, devolving into a mindless pounding as I slammed my hips against her inner thighs. I paid attention to which speed felt good to her, noting which ones built her towards orgasm. I fucked her firm and quick, using the head of my cock to massage her walls and entrance, not sinking everything I had into her. She straightened her arms and wrapped them around the inside of her thighs to raise her legs, which simultaneously lifted and pushed her breasts together in a devious display meant to make it difficult for me to last long.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I whined.
“You’re gonna make me cum.” She opened her mouth and gave me an adorable look of cautious hope as I pushed for her tipping point.
“Cum for me, please. I want you to cum.” I begged her.
I kept at the same pace, making her chest jiggle with every thrust. After a minute, her head and eyes rolled back, and she softly whimpered as her orgasm graced her.
Alexis gave her no time to recover or breathe and crawled on all fours over the older woman, dropping her ass into her face. She pushed on my pelvis, freeing my cock before she grabbed it and desperately devoured Miranda’s cum from my skin.
She was insatiable and greedy, and it drove me wild. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my cock deeper, fucking her throat as her tongue hung out of her mouth. My length slid along it, dripping saliva. She gagged and choked until I pulled away, and I saw Miranda viciously eating her pussy. Alexis relaxed, dropped her head in Miranda’s lap, and groaned as Miranda tongue-fucked an orgasm from her.
I pushed inside Miranda again, fucking her until I pulled out and switched to Alexis’ open mouth. She took my cock as I fucked her face before swapping again, and sunk into Miranda. Both girls came multiple times, and after I was content with my pleasure delivery, I sat back on my feet. My cock dripped with cum and saliva, and I knew I needed to rest or I would bust soon.
Miranda slapped Alexis’ ass a few times, and the young girl swung her leg over. After Alexis rolled off lazily, Miranda pointed to the couch. I stood, helped Mirada up first, then tried to help Alexis, but Miranda stopped me and shooed me to the couch. She grabbed Alexis by the hair, forced her to crawl on her hands and knees, and pushed her in between my open legs.
“If you want his cock so bad, then you can take all of it,” Miranda said.
She had her long blonde hair knotted in a fist, then pinched her cheeks with her free hand to force her jaw open. She forced her mouth onto my cock, shoving her throat down around it, over and over again, deeper and deeper.
“Oh fuck.” I whispered, almost scared at how aggressive Miranda was, but I could tell Alexis loved every second of it.
I glanced down and saw she had her fingers between her legs, furiously fucking her clit. I enjoyed the onslaught as cum almost freely fed her throat, and my lap filled with saliva as Alexis gagged. Eventually, Miranda decided she had had enough and pulled her away. “Move over.” She told Alexis, who complied and moved to my side.
Miranda got between my legs and folded the cups of her lingerie down to expose her breasts. She covered her nipples against her forearm, her endowments so large that they spilled over and under it. She lifted herself and her heavy girls up and dropped them around my cock. The three of us were mesmerized as she bounced them up and down, my cock fucked by her flesh. Alexis was particularly impatient, literally salivating as she watched my cock deep inside Miranda’s cleavage.
Miranda smiled at her, and Alexis buried her face in her chest, mouth open and wanting. Her lips were only able to envelop my head, so she swirled her tongue expertly around as she sucked on it hard. Her mouth and Miranda’s tits were no match for me, and I spooled towards orgasm, my efforts to hold it back in vain.
“I’m gonna fucking cum, oh shit–” I groaned.
“Go ahead,” Miranda said playfully.
“Already?!” I asked, thinking that she had wanted to edge my cock and eat my cum.
“Do it,” she ordered.
Alexis released my cock and positioned her open mouth several inches above it. Miranda grabbed one breast with each hand and rapidly titfucked me.
“FUUUUCCCKK-” I screamed as I exploded with pleasure.
I sent one massive geyser of cum up into the back of Alexis’ throat.
Before I could shoot another rope, Miranda let her breasts fall away, wrapped around my entire cock with both of her hands and squeezed with unimaginable force. I pulsed and forced and came, but nothing more came from my tip.
“What the fuck–” My voice cracked as I trembled in terror.
Alexis closed her mouth and swallowed, then licked her lips and watched Miranda. Her hand at the bottom of my cock relaxed, and her top hand was forced downwards, never once releasing pressure as her fist traveled down the length of my cock. The hand that had been at the bottom replaced the top hand and wrapped back around me, squeezing tight as she started the process over again. I was still cumming, in pain and reeling yet riding the orgasm nonetheless. It was like she was forcing all of the cum back into my balls. After several minutes, she released the pressure and my half-erect cock let go of a single drop of cum.
Miranda bent over as her eyes focused on me. She gently aimed it at her mouth as her tongue extended slowly and seductively and she dragged the tip of my cock across it, savoring her prize.
“Go get the toy, sweetie.” She told Alexis, who stood up quickly and ran to another room. “Are you ready for round two?" She asked in a tone that was deceptively sweet.
I nodded slowly in fear as I wondered what they would do to me next.
Alexis returned with a large vibrating wand and Miranda's cock strap. She handed the small leather strap to Miranda, who wrapped it around underneath my balls, and around the top of my cock, then snapped it closed to secure it. I was hard again within seconds as the blood filled and remained in my cock. Alexis dropped to the floor and crawled underneath my legs, then took both of my restrained balls into her mouth and teased them with her tongue.
“Remember how we did it the first time?” Miranda asked.
Before I could utter a sound, she turned on the vibrator, grabbed my cock, and massaged the head with it. It caused my legs to tremble, my abs to clench, and my mouth to gasp with guttural moans. She opened her mouth and set the tip of my cock on the tip of her tongue. She edged me, bringing me right to the verge of climax, and then pulled the vibrator away. I pushed through the feeling of having to cum and both of us were rewarded with light, clear ropes of cum that landed on Miranda‘s tongue.
She held her tongue in the form of a cup and made me spill my cum into it three times as she collected it in her mouth. The final time she sucked my tip, milking me dry as she fingered herself. She came, moaning around my cock head, almost making me explode fully into her greedy mouth. Miranda sat back and smiled, content with the loads she had received from me.
“Your turn, sweetie.” She told Alexis, who detached from my balls and sat up, grinning broadly with excitement.
Miranda handed her the vibrator, then stood up and gracefully stepped onto the couch. She dropped her legs around my hips and pushed me back against it, but didn’t sit on my cock. She dropped her pussy onto my stomach, grinded her dripping wet pussy into me and allowed Alexis to play with my cock between her ass cheeks. She let her breasts fall into my face and slapped me around with them, enjoying my pleasure torture.
Alexis began vibrating my cock and almost instantly I was pushed to the edge again, spurting clear cum into her mouth which she drank greedily. I was in heaven and hell as Miranda squished her breasts into my face, suffocating me as Alexis attacked my cock again with the vibrator, ramping it up to an insane speed. I was able to muster one more pre-orgasm for Alexis before I yelled between Miranda‘s breasts.
“I’m gonna cum! I can’t help it- I’m gonna-”
Alexis immediately ceased abusing my cock, and Miranda sat back up and stared at me between her cleavage.
“You still haven’t fucked Barbie yet.” She prodded. “Doesn’t she get some cock?” She teased as she dismounted me.
I was feral.
I looked down between my legs. My cock was thick and bulging, the veins about to burst my skin, and the tip painfully purple. Beyond it, I saw that Alexis hadn’t swallowed my cum. She had spat it back up and plastered her face with it. She looked consumed with lust, cross-eyed as she fingered herself.
She likes it messy, huh? I’ll make her a fucking mess.
“I want it inside me.” She whimpered as she stared at the monster she had helped create between my legs.
She was bringing herself to another orgasm, and just about to cum.
“Put it inside me, please–”
I leaped off the couch, grabbed her by the throat before she could finish, and shoved her into the carpet. On top of her, I let go of her throat, wrapped both of my arms around her legs, and threw them over my shoulders. I folded her lithe body like a lawn chair. Just before entering her, I unsnapped the leather strap, and my full length and girth bounced angrily with every heartbeat.
I reached my hand under her ass, slipped my pulsing head up against her clit, then down. She gasped as I parted her wet lips, stretched her small entrance, and sunk my entire cock inside of her with one motion. She threw her head back into the carpet and screamed to the ceiling, her walls spasming with pleasure and pain as she came.
She wrapped her hands over my shoulders and dug her fingernails into my back as I pounded her relentlessly. After I fucked a second orgasm out of her, her pussy loosened, and as she relaxed her screams turned into animalistic, gutteral moans. I felt wet between the two of us, and as I looked down along our bodies, my face was splashed with squirt after every impact. I stared back up at her face and it was fully cross-eyed and content as I fucked her through the floor.
Give her more. Take more.
I pushed my arms underneath her shoulder blades and bent her further as I folded her legs into her chest, then sat up on my knees.
“What are you-” Miranda began to ask.
“Hold onto my neck,” I told Alexis, who weakly wrapped her hands around the back of my head, her fingers grasping my hair and gripping it.
I dropped my other hand and cupped her tiny, petite ass, and lifted her halfway up off of my cock. I swung one knee up underneath her, then the other, and stood up, carrying her weight entirely. Alexis lengthened her arms and leaned back, her doe eyes full of feigned innocence.
“Fuck me.” She begged. “Fuck me harder than you ever have.”
I obliged her, dug my fingertips into her ass cheeks, and dropped her pussy onto my cock. I utilized the natural muscle tension in her flexible legs to easily push her back up before I used all my strength to slam her back down. Alexis went cross eyed again as I used her like a human fuck toy. I hammered her down onto my cock harder and harder, deeper and deeper inside of her as her body loosened and relaxed again.
“You’re a Barbie-doll fuck toy,” I told her. “And you’re a filthy cum whore.”
My words caused yet another of the countless orgasms I had already given her, and seeing her submit to subspace, utterly oblivious to everything except for the girth and length of my cock penetrating her over and over again, was sending me past the edge.
I slowed after she came again, then lifted her off of my cock.
“Can you still do that thing?" I asked.
“Thing?” She mumbled through hiccups.
“You know,” I said, gesturing my head up to the right and then up to the left.
Her eyes widened when she realized what I was talking about, then she closed her mouth and nodded. I knelt down, set her back on the floor, and grabbed her ankles, then used them to push myself up onto my knees. Alexis used her arms to swim through her parallel legs, wrapped her legs under her armpits, and pressed her feet together behind her head. I stood up halfway, wrapped my hands underneath her thighs and yanked her ass and pussy upwards, and only kept her head and feet against the floor. Miranda had realized what we were about to do and ran over to help. She grabbed at my cock and jammed it downwards as I squatted over Alexis’ contorted body.
As Miranda slid the head of my cock back into her gaping pussy hole, I spread my legs and bent my knees and waist, then supported myself with my hands placed on her inner thighs as I opened her wider.
I fucked her, and the incredibly intense sensation sped my cum to the surface. Her body being folded in half caused not only her pussy to clench, forcing me to push harder to fit inside her, but also angled my cock so that it scraped against her g-spot with every thrust.
It was too much, and Alexis whimpered small, high-pitched squeals as I sank my entire length into her depths, only massaging my shaft with her as I kept my sensitive head within the opening past her tight, soaking walls.
“I need it. Please Mark, I need your cum.” She begged.
I felt the orgasmic surge thunder through me, but her begging made me not want to cum yet, as it wouldn’t be powerful enough for how much she had teased me. I had reached a threshold for climax, but if I held on and quickly climbed that next step, I knew she would be grateful for the extra cum I could give her.
I leaned even further forward and balanced the top of her head against the floor as the carpet tickled her toes behind her neck, then tightened my abdominal and back muscles. I squatted down further, then slipped my hands from her thighs, used my forearms to hold them, and pinched her waist with my hands. I lifted her, enveloping her pussy around my cock, her head only inches off the floor, and used her pussy to fuck me. My back muscles thronged with power, and my bicep veins bulged as I dripped sweat down onto her, fucking her pussy around me. Her cries became more and more desperate, her orgasm reaching a new crescendo as she realized her place as my fucktoy cumslut.
“Open your mouth,” I grunted as my orgasm quickly compounded upon itself.
She bent her neck even further towards her stomach as my pace quickened, and her open-mouthed gasps allowed me to release everything inside her.
I drilled my cum inside her pussy, filling it with the first burst. It forced its way out of her, cascading a river from her tight, stuffed hole. It traveled down and over her clit, past her naval and flowed in streams down her stomach and chest.
I timed my rhythm of my penetration so that I pulsed a rope of cum inside her as I pulled out, then plunged into her during the pause to expound it from her, effectively making my cock a cum pump, steadily spilling my thick white cream out of her fuckhole and down her body. Her eyes were wide and concentrated as she desperately extended her tongue past her lips and down her chin, coveting the cum that pooled between her breasts and neck. As my cum met her tongue, her pussy clenched like a vice, then loosened completely as she pushed and sent a stream of squirt up against my stomach. She weakly screamed a singular, high-pitched sigh as she came again. Miranda crawled on her hands and knees over Alexis’ head, dropped her breasts in her face, and licked from her sternum to her clit.
“Oh fuck!” I yelled.
Something miraculous was happening. Having made Alexis cum, the change of pressure from her walls as she squirted, and Miranda’s cum-hungry appetite and hanging heavy breasts caused an impossible circumstance—I was going to double-cum. It had only happened to me once before, with Amanda on our honeymoon, and I felt it begin again.
I was still cumming, still flooding her pussy with ropes of cum, but I felt the surge of climax once more. I pursued the feeling, but knew I would hurt Alexis if I fucked her any harder into the floor. I pulled my gushing cock from her gaping, cum-drenched hole and pumped it hard and fast with my hand. Both girls stared at me, their eyes wide in amazement and anticipation, and I took a snapshot of them in my mind as I squeezed my eyes shut, threw my head to the ceiling, and screamed.
“FU- UH- UCK–” My knees buckled as I exploded an entire second load, my hand a machine designed to deposit as much as possible onto them.
I slowed and stopped, cum still flowing freely from my tip, unable to keep clenching. I was exhausted, and I had given them everything I had. I opened my eyes and saw Miranda’s face and breasts covered in my cum, and Alexis soaked in a syrup of squirt and semen. Both girls dragged their hands across their bodies, reveling in the warm, sticky substance, and they periodically brought their hands to lick their palms and suck from their fingertips. I stepped forward towards them and they sat up, mouths open and tongues dangling, and they drank the slow, seeping semen straight from my source. When I had no more left, they kissed and licked each other, consuming my coveted cum.