P01E08

Howard noticed my indecisiveness, and said: “Well, you don’t have to decide just yet. Have some more of this lovely guacamole here, and just enjoy the sight of her squirming a bit more!”

A pleasure to watch she was, indeed. The atmosphere of tasty bites and a sip of wine in between greatly enhanced the experience. I hadn’t quite realized before how the posture and expression of a girl contributed to her beauty… and this particular position and the carried-away look on her face made her shine like a diamond at night. She really was beautiful… and I’d fuck her right after this…

Howard said: “You are of testosterone-shot age… been thinking about girls and sex for years, right? Heh, I’d be surprised if you lasted for 30 seconds inside her, before shooting your load! But we’ll get to work on that. Did someone ever talk to you about delayed gratification? “

I shook my head: “Delayed… what?”

“Well, it is basically like this… when you want something very bad, but you don’t get it, you build up some sort of reservoir, filled with all that expectation and longing. Then when you finally DO get it, you also get to unload that entire reservoir, and the gratification of it becomes so much bigger than when you would have gotten it straight away. Like the entire content of the reservoir that was built up for such a long time is emptied in that single experience. Does it ring a bell? “

“I don’t know? If you say that’s how it works…”

“Yes, it does. So in this particular case, it will be filled with… well, when did you masturbate for the last time? “

It didn’t seem strange at all anymore to share this kind of private information with him.

“Yesterday, when I got home from school.”

Howard smiled: “Yeah, not a very well filled reservoir then. It would actually be better if you waited a few days before actually fucking her… but I can imagine that’s a bit much to ask from a boy your age. You’re almost bursting in anticipation, right? Well, you should just shoot her up then, I guess. Just be aware that whatever the joy of your first shot into a girl feels like, I can help you make that ten times better, later on!”

I took a bite of chorizo and looked at Marcy again. She was heaving up again, her eyes still a bit open, and her body was countering the thrusts of the machine-powered dildo into her body with a pumping rhythm of her own hips. Her pussy was flooding now, and I saw several drops of juice dripping down the inside of her thighs. I thought I understood Howard a bit… it seemed like a waste to actually get up and fuck her now. It was so good just watching her like this!

I took another bite of smoked fish and said to Howard: “Can I… you know…”

“Yes? What is it? “

“Well, I’d like to play around with that remote control for a bit…”

Howard’s eyes lit up and his lips curled in a big smile: “Yes… that’s a very good idea! Very cool indeed… let this virgin here play around with your pussy for a bit, what do you say, Marcy? “

She didn’t respond by words, there were just a few gasps louder than the others.

Howard handed me the remote control, and I took it in my hand. I thought, fuck this, slowly turning up the knobs like Howard had done… I wanted to see this girl jerk and jolt! I first turned the speed button down all the way. The wheel stopped. Marcy inhaled sharply, not sure what to expect. Then I turned the other control all the way up, and watched the joint of the bar move all the way to the outside of the wheel, ominously clicking as it went along. Marcy’s panting had subsided a bit; she probably realized what I was doing and was in dreadful anticipation of my next move, as her eyes were wide open now. I would give her a blast!

Without any kind of easy intro, I gave the speed knob a huge sway. The wheel started spinning like a demon, and sent the dildo pumping in and out of her wildly at the maximum length the machine allowed. She yelled and wailed as the merciless rod thrusted wildly into her. She tried to adjust, but failed, as if she was nothing but a defenseless punching bag at the end of that violent thruster.

It lasted only a few seconds; then Howard had flown up to get to me, snatched the remote control from my hands, and turned the machine off.

“You idiot!”, he shouted. “She may be a slut, but she’s no puppet! What on earth are you thinking, doing that to her? You could have damaged her!”

Marcy was hanging by her wrist cuffs from the ceiling bar, motionless and quiet, the dildo still dug deep into her. Howard rushed to her, uncuffed her and lifted her from the dildo. She sank to the floor as her support was removed. Howard gave me one more seething look, then picked her up in his arms and carried her out of the room, leaving me to wonder why he had used the word “damaged” instead of “hurt”.