They were laying down together, Celeste on top of Megan, their legs spread so that he could feast on their cunts as they kissed each other. He already knew their hands were roaming over each other’s bodies, and he wanted to do his best to offer them even more pleasure. He let his tongue stretch forward, dragging it from the very bottom of Megan’s dripping hole all the way up to Celeste’s in one slow lick, then right back down again. The girls moaned as he worked on them, and he grinned to himself, knowing he was doing such a good job, being such a good boy.
With a contented hum, he raised one hand to play with Megan’s clit while he tongue-fucked his girlfriend. He felt free here, servicing them however they saw fit. He did his best to please them, lapping at their oozing pussies like a man starved for years, their moans like music to his ears. They tasted so damn sweet, so delicious, and he craved more with every passing minute. His other hand moved above his head to reach around and finger his girlfriend, and suddenly he had two fingers in each girl, his tongue flicking between their clits as they kissed and touched each other. The sensation of his cock still freezing, and unfortunately going numb very quickly, only served to heighten his arousal, and he was shaking as he sucked on Celeste’s clit, then Megan’s, drowning in their juices and their moans. He was sure he came at least once, but it was impossible to tell with the way his dick was numbing up in the lake.
But then, did it matter whether he got his? Maybe all that truly mattered was his girls’ pleasure. He wanted to make them feel endlessly euphoric, he wanted to be nothing but their toy, for the rest of eternity if he could.
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Their final days in the cabin went by in a blur of orgasms. Justin was never sure if he’d even feel his dick again – the damn thing had gone completely numb in the cold of that frozen lake – but it didn’t matter. He spent his last few days eating Megan and Celeste out any time they asked, honing his skills until he was nothing but a good little cunt-licker.
They returned home at the end of break, leaving Justin’s dick where it was at the bottom of that lake thirty miles away. School went by almost the same now, though Justin was slightly sad that Celeste couldn’t play with his dick in the middle of class anymore. Still, they sometimes snuck into the bathrooms together, or hid somewhere where there were no cameras or teachers, and she would lift her skirt and pull aside her panties (if she had even worn any that particular day), and he would drink her juices for as long as he could without getting them caught.
Soon, the lake thawed, and something he hadn’t anticipated was the sensation of the fish gnawing on his cock. It was barely there, muted by the numbness from his frostbite, but it still hurt. It was like a terrible itch he couldn’t scratch, and for a solid three or four weeks, he had to sit through hours on end of the same gnawing sensation all over his cock. His girlfriend delighted in his constant suffering, and the day it finally stopped altogether, she took him home and sat on his face while telling him her theory: that the fish had eaten it all, and there was no more of his cock left. She told him that if his dick was gone, it would mean that he was now one-hundred-percent her toy, a full-time eunuch who only existed for her sexual pleasure. He better hope her theory wasn’t true, she said, or she’d have no choice but to put his new title to use.
He hoped to God, then, that her theory was true.
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With her door locked and her heart pounding, Trina stared at the cloth bundle on the pillow beside her. She was laid out on her side on the bed, her arms wrapped tight around one of her favorite stuffed bears as she gazed at the voodoo-dick with a cocktail of love, excitement, and fear stirring in her belly. She hummed softly to herself as she turned over on her back, imagining Alex was doing the same in his own bed somewhere. Was he thinking about today’s events as deeply as she was? Was he unable to sleep because of how horny he got at just the mere memory?
With a shiver, she closed her eyes and slid one hand down her belly, under the waistband of her pajama shorts. Her pussy was already warm and wet, waiting for her fingers to act out the dirty things she wanted Alex to do to her. She sighed softly, biting at her lower lip as her fingers moved in a few gentle circles over her clit before sliding into her needy hole. Fuck, she wanted him so bad. She had seen his cock standing up at attention in his pants during that damn class, no matter how hard he tried to hide it – and fucking hell, it looked big. She pictured him on top of her, his cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy as she fingered herself to his image… but it wasn’t what she wanted.
She tilted her head to the side to stare at the cloth bundle again, her fingers sliding out unceremoniously. Why didn’t this feel right? She wanted him to fuck her, didn’t she? So what was so wrong here?
An idea popped into her head, and she huffed a little as she considered it, then grinned. Quietly, so as not to disturb her mother in the other room, she turned over so that she was on her knees, her stuffed bear now sat right between her thighs. The hard little button nose bumped delightfully against her clit as she positioned herself to slide her fingers in again, and this time, she used one hand to reach out and stroke the voodoo-doll in time with her own fingers’ thrusts. She couldn’t see him, no – if she was honest, she’d hardly ever spoken to him outside of class – but she knew that he could feel her, and she knew he was probably rock hard right now. Was he stroking along with her, her touch guiding his own hand as he succumbed to this delicious magic he knew nothing of? Shit, maybe it was evil, but she fucking loved it.
She lost count of how many times she got herself off that night. Over and over again, She let herself tremble as she sat there on her bed, riding her own fingers, her free hand gripping the little cloth bundle as she imagined riding Alex, making him cum inside of her and letting his load stay there for days… Shit, the power was intoxicating. She had never cum that many times before, or that hard, and she could still feel her inner walls quivering the next morning.
That was the night she truly decided that Alex was hers for the taking.
For days, Trina spent her time in class playing with her new boy-toy. She needn’t worry about paying attention to the lessons – she was the type to study ahead, and she knew the tests would be easy enough. Her vigorous studying had left her with plenty of free time to admire and toy with her crush, and she took full advantage of the opportunity.
Each day leading up to winter break, Trina watched through the corner of her eye as she fondled the cloth bundle in her sleeve, loving the way Alex squirmed as she played with the voodoo-doll. She’d reworked the spell a little, just adding balls to the shaft so that she could play with the whole of him. She liked watching the swell of his pants, and she liked watching the occasional pool of cum darken his pants. She especially liked that part, because she got to watch him struggle with the mess for the rest of the day.