P03E22

Marcy didn’t protest the orchid command. Her legs spread wider, and her hand reached down for her pussy. We all watched in appreciation when she started masturbating, slowly but decisively, looking each one of us in the eye in turn, and licking her lips as she did so.

The view of the girl playing herself merged with Heather’s suction, and I soon realised my cock had almost returned to full hardness. Dave might simply be right, and there would be more life in him after everything he had already done. Shooting again might be off limits, but taking another ride in a bit certainly seemed possible.

She only lowered her eyes when she addressed Howard, asking: “Can I please have permission for a request, sir?

“Go ahead.”

“The Experience of fucking your stud was so amazing, and I appreciate your effort to bring him to me so much. “

“Yes? “

“I do, sir. And I want you to know, that no matter what dick it is that skewers me, I know that it is of your design. I submit to your will to get fucked, I submit to your will to get hurt. And I really mean yourself, not your stud, not these other men. Of them all, you are the only one that I love.”

Howard smiled broadly: “I know that, my little slut… But that’s not really a request. “

“My request is this one, sir. I wish for my ordeal to get harder, I wish to please you with my submission. The shame of getting ass fucked for an audience, the pulses of pain coming with each single thrust, the humiliation of having to fight against my urge to orgasm… it is so terribly hard to do that. But for you, my dear husband, I wish to do it again.”

She turned to me and looked me in the eye: “Your stud drilled my asshole in a magnificent way, Sir. There was just one thing wrong with it. I provided the power myself. It kept me in control somehow, it was easier to take. But I don’t want that ease. Please, Sir, let your stud ride my ass again, but this time, make him do the thrusting. Bend me over and fasten me good, then unleash his loins on me. “

She looked back at Howard and said: “Even when I was in control, I barely managed to withhold orgasm. When he is in control, the challenge will be even tougher, I will really have to fight hard. And I would love to offer that spectacle of humiliating struggle, to my dear husband. “

Howard turned to me, and said: “Did you hear that? Now, that’s what I call quality begging. When a girl addresses you like that, how can you refuse?”

“Indeed, uncle. It seems that proper begging is an art form. “

He turned back to Marcy and said: “But don’t you think it’s a bit unfair? You already had one, and if there would be any second time at all, it would be Heather‘s turn. “

Marcy replied: “She has been fucked all week, while I was watching. I know that is exactly how you intended it, but do I not deserve a reward for that? “

“I don’t know. Jason might want to try a different asshole.”

Heather finally couldn’t keep herself anymore. She let my cock slip from between her lips, and yelled: “Exactly! I know I am to become an ass slut someday, and my Master contemplates this day to let me make an important step on my road! I know you have been ass fucked a thousand times, Marcy. Don’t be greedy, let me have my deflowering tonight! “

Howard said: “Easy, girls, easy. Why don’t we let the boy decide? Jason, what do you think?”

I thought for a moment, then said: “On the one hand, I’m very fond of Marcy and my first try on her was really magnificent… on the other hand, I guess I should explore more holes as well, now that I have the chance. The thought of being the first to breach a cherry asshole is appealing as well, of course.“

Howard nodded: “Yes, I understand it is a difficult choice… Let me make it easier for you to decide. Girls, I want to have two lilies in front of Jason.”

Both girls got up, and took up lily positions in front of me, their asses turned towards me, next to each other, not more than a yard in front of my face. Both were arching their backs so the curve of their butts stood out in the best way, high up in the air.

Marcy won the shape contest with ease. Her butt was well rounded, and the buttocks themselves had a nice gleam on them. I realized that it was caused by my own previous load, now being execrated by her sphincter into the crack between her buttocks.

Heather’s ass looked almost dull, compared to it. It was plump, and somehow it seemed almost square. The buttocks ran on into the thighs with hardly any adventurous crack in between.When I said so, Dave felt that I shouldn’t judge so easily, and tossed me a dildo: “ You should really try my wife inside. She really has a very promising and comfortable asshole. “

I inserted the dildo in Heather‘s arse. I moved it around for a bit, then said: “To be honest, I cannot really feel the quality of an asshole just yet. “

Dave laughed and tossed me another dildo: “Compare it to Marcy’s, then. You will feel the difference.”

He was right. When I inserted into Marcy, it was immediately clear that the invasion of her arsehole was a common event for her. It wasn’t that she yielded it to the dildo without any resistance at all, actually it took some time before it was fully inserted; but at the same time it seemed like a familiar road for travel of a dildo into this arsehole. The dildo into Heather entered in much more capricious ways, it faced an irregular entry pattern of little jolts and jerks. Muscles nervously twitched as she received it deeper into her body, dividing the drive in discernible steps.

I said: “I know she is an anal virgin of cock, Dave, but surely you have started her training of anal reception with tools, haven’t you?

“You would be surprised. Of course I started penetrating her, and she is wearing a plug for an hour every day… but that’s about it. I have mainly focused on slit and clit so far, gave her a exhibition of all the pleasures that can be derived from them… It will make it so much more fun to deny her that later on, when only her ass will still be played. “

I nodded. Within a fortnight, the thought of disowning your wife’s pussy from her had become a normal statement, almost as if he told us he took the bus to work. Still I immediately realized the abasement it meant to her, and appreciated it as a conceptual expression of beauty.

I addressed the girls: “So you would both want to claim my cock for my next ass ride… well, I’m sure you realize I can perform only one more for today. I will pick either of you, and the other will remain needy. So you better argue your case well: Why should your particular arsehole be the one who receives cock? Marcy, why don’t you start? “

Marcy argued her case: “I assume you are aware of my current state of arousal, Sir. You have been fucking a different pussy right in front of my eyes, and you made sure I witnessed every new stage of her orgasmfest. Then you sent me away, in the full knowledge that there was no way for that fest to end soon, leaving me alone in the abyss of my own thoughts, my failure to control my own orgasms. Then you almost fucked my ass like a pro, making me understand how much more I will have to struggle under your cock in the time to come, to prevent yielding to orgasm. I am most **** when I fight that battle, when Howard pushes my nose into the fact that I am an imperfect **** to him. I am so ashamed of myself, when I am driven into orgasm, and I am too weak to deny myself… Yet at the same time, I know how much my Master loves to watch me when I experience exactly that. I am eager to please him, so I am happy to provide him with the spectacle of just that. I am afraid if you fuck me for the second time, I will not be able to resist, and I will suffer the humiliation of having the assgasm that was forbidden to me. He will love to see me fail that test again. Please, Sir, pick my arsehole to fuck so I can please my master with the sight of it. “

I played the dildo up her ass only casually, turning the motion into a series of continuous thrusts: “A compelling argument. But tell me, when this is about providing your husband with a nice show, will you be really struggling? When you wish to show him the debasement of your failure, won’t you just drift into orgasm without a fight?”

“If I would do that, it wouldn’t really be degrading, there would be no shame in it. He would know. The shame and humiliation are at the center of it, and it isn’t there without my honest struggle to prevent it. Howard would see the difference.“

“I see. Thank you for highlighting the advantages of picking your ass to skewer in a bit. Heather, what about you? “

“I also wish to please my husband. He has destined me to become an ass slut, and I am training hard every single day to become one someday. I don’t think he can pick my cherry himself, his cock is no longer able to. I am anxious to move my training forward, and taking an actual ass fuck will be such an important step to take for me.“

“But it doesn’t necessarily have to be given by a cock who has just ridden your slit for a hundred hours straight, does it?”

Dave interrupted: “Well, she is still processing that. Don’t you notice how meek and compliant she is? It is the perfect state of mind for picking her cherry right now. It will make her feel the delicious humiliation even deeper.“

“Yes, I get that. Besides, I will still be at the ranch for a while, and I can use Marcy’s arsehole for many days to come, right?”

Heather smiled brightly, as it seemed the discussion was going her way, and Marcy was only pouting a bit because future promises seemed to be made as well. It came as a shock to both girls when I said: “Actually, I am really done fucking today. Of course I’m tired, but that’s not the only reason. I just enjoy being a little mean here. Both girls want it, but neither gets it. Both will feel the sizzling, bittersweet emotion of being needy and denied. Both will feel the power of their arousal, and the frustration of being neglected. Both will feel their subjection to male decision making. Heather will experience the delicious uncertainty about how it actually feels to get pierced as an expectation for the future, and Marcy can float on her delicious cloud of denied arousal for a little bit longer. “

We ignored the protests of the denied sluts, and the men had a quiet drink before it was time to go to bed.