Full of teasing

Brunhilde arrived the next morning and slept most of the day. Martin busied himself with chores and cleaning her weapons and armor. She was evidently exhausted from the raid, and he and Sibyl and a few other slaves put away all of her loot. After chores were done, Sibyl took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom. When they were there, she quickly shut the door and smiled at him.

“Today!” she said breathlessly.

“Yes,” said Martin, “I think she’ll let us do it.”

Sibyl smiled, blushing a little, and grabbed his groin, squeezing him through his hose.

“I can’t wait to have you inside me,” she whispered, and kissed him. They made out for a while. She had him pinned against the wall for a few minutes, and he could tell by the way she pressed her body against him that she needed cock. He ran his hands up and down her back, gently around her waist, and then gripped her bum, running his hands over her soft little hips and thinking about how good her cunt would feel, the noises she would make while she bounced on his shaft with her little breasts jiggling. After a few more minutes they wound up on the bed. Sibyl lay on her back, her skirt hiked up around her waist. Martin was on top of her, dry humping her and wishing to the gods that Brunhilde would just let him dick Sibyl down already.

“I can’t wait to pound you like this,” he moaned, feeling his hard shaft rub her slit from behind two layers of fabric. He hadn’t even seen her pussy yet but he was burning for he. He needed to know if she was shaved, needed to explore every last inch of her small body with his hands, lips, and tongue. He wanted to drag his scrotum over her face, hang his balls in her mouth, fuck her throat and pussy, and introduce her to anal. The thought of being her first in that way, of making her into a degraded anal slut wailing while he claimed her asshole, almost made him cum in his hose.

That night, he went upstairs at the usual time to sleep after shaving his body as he did every day in the bath. He had been in the kitchen and drank a little ale, and was feeling tipsy and horny. He planned on asking Brunhilde for a good fuck, and then maybe she’d give him Sibyl the next day. Martin had already gotten himself off twice that day, but he still had a chubby thinking about Sibyl’s body.

He wound his way up the stairs, opened the door to Brunhilde’s room, and stopped cold. Brunhilde and Sibyl were both standing there. Brunhilde was looking down her nose at him with a faint ironic smile, and Sibyl was giggling. They were both wearing white gowns.

“Come in, love,” said Brunhilde, “Like I said, we’re going to break you in.”

“...Both of you are?” he asked uncertainly, looking at them. They were both staring at him as if he were a fine cut of meat. He felt a shiver run through him. What were they going to do with him? Would they hurt him? He realized with a shock that he would not be the dominant one the first time he had Sibyl. No, they would both fuck him thoroughly before that ever happened. He shivered and his cock hardened, but he looked at them warily. Two at once? Wouldn’t that be… overwhelming?

“Come on, Martin,” said Sibyl, making a come-hither gesture, “We won’t hurt you.”

“But take your clothes off first,” said Brunhilde, “And don’t speak unless spoken to. We’ll whisper to you if we want to talk.”

Martin stripped. There was a roaring fire and the room was quite warm. When he was totally naked, he stood with his hands folded behind his back. Brunhilde hiked up her dress and spread her legs. Martin felt his cock twitch when he saw her smooth white thighs, like carven marble, spread open and showing her pink pussy with the thin strip of red hair on her plump mound.

“Crawl here, Martin,” said Brunhilde, smiling seductively. He got down on all fours and crawled toward her, transfixed by the sight of her slit in the firelight.

“Lick me,” she said softly when he reached her. He lay his tongue out of his mouth, keeping it flat, and moved his head up and down, lapping at her clit like a dog. She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair, pushing her sweaty mound into his face. He inhaled her musk and felt his dick get thicker as he tongued her labia. She moaned again, holding his head in her hands and guiding it up and down as he licked her clit.

“Alright,” she said after a few moments, “Now it’s Sibyl’s turn. Go to her, Martin.”

He eagerly crawled over to Sibyl, who raised her dress for him. Her pussy lips were shaved, but she had a generous blonde bush above it. He looked at the pink lips, glistening with arousal.

“Go ahead,” said Sibyl, “As much as you want, Martin.”

He began licking her as well. He could tell that she had been anticipating this for a while. She pushed her hips forward and practically rode his face, gasping.

“Oh, fuck, Martin,” said Sibyl, giggling, “You really are… Oh, gods…”

It went on like that for a while, Martin crawling back and forth between them, licking them when commanded. Every so often Sibyl would stop and kiss his mouth, tasting herself. As he went back and forth between them, they made out. Sometimes he would stop and watch them kissing. Brunhilde had one hand wrapped around the back of Sibyl’s head, pressing her long blonde hair to her neck. He watched Brunhilde’s tongue enter Sibyl’s mouth, heard the subtle wet smacking sounds of their lips and tongues wrestling. If he watched too long, Brunhilde would slap his ass, carefully avoiding his bad hip, and tell him to get back to work.

While he was eating Sibyl, she pulled his face away from her snatch.

“I think we should do something for him now,” she said, smiling at Brunhilde. Brunhilde smiled back knowingly. They had some sort of plan.

“Yes, we should. Martin, up here on the bed, all fours,” she said, patting the bed beside her. He obeyed, standing on all fours.

“Alright,” said Brunhilde, “Now close your eyes. We’ve got a surprise for you.”

He complied, closing his eyes and waiting. Her heard a drawer opening, some muffled whispers, and Sibyl giggling. There were some rustlings sounds, and then Brunhilde spoke.

“Open your eyes,” she said. He did so, and immediately felt blood rush into his penis. He began shivering with a combination of nervousness and lust.

Brunhilde and Sibyl were both wearing ivory strapons. They were ready to screw his brains out.

“Okay,” said Brunhilde, “It’s time to get him ready. He’s shy and anxious, and he clenches up when he’s scared. His hole is always tight at first. You have to be gentle with him.”

“I understand,” said Sibyl, “Does he like a tongue on his hole?”

“He loves it,” said Brunhilde, “But take it slow. He’s very skittish. It helps if you caress him a little. He likes being petted.”

As she spoke, Brunhilde smoothed his hair down and ran her hands soothingly up and down his back, rubbing out his tension and worry.

“Start with his balls and taint,” said Brunhilde, “Lick him good.”

Martin said “Ohhh!” as he felt Sibyl’s small, curious tongue probing his hairless taint and then moving up to his asshole, lapping at it. He gasped when he slipped her pointy little tongue inside, wiggling it in his hole, and unconsciously began humping her face. Brunhilde leaned near his ear and tenderly took his face in her hands.

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” she asked.

“Yes, Brunhilde,” he said, whimpering as Sibyl gave special attention to his ballsack, lapping wetly at it from behind and teasingly drawing his balls into her mouth one at a time.

“Good,” said Brunhilde, “We’re going to take turns fucking you.” She finished by kissing his forehead.

“Alright, Sibyl,” she said, “Now get the lube. I’m going to show you how to take him first, then I’ll let you use him for a while.”

Sibyl left the bed and came back with a bottle of lubricant. Martin shivered as he felt the cold oil on his hole, then sighed as Sibyl slid first one, then two, then three of her small fingers into him. He pushed back. It was easier than the last time. Sibyl’s fingers were small, but they had a special sensation when they tickled his prostate.

“Point your fingers down,” instructed Brunhilde, “Make a ‘come here’ motion. You’ll feel something about the size of a walnut. If you press there…”

Martin cried out in pleasure and his body seized up. He gasped hotly, his face flushed and his eyes squeezed shut.

“Looks like I found his spot,” said Sibyl, giggling again. After a moment, she withdrew her hand, and he felt Brunhilde settling in behind him, standing on her knees, and heard the sound of Sibyl lubing up Brunhilde’s strapon.

“Now, you have to be careful with him,” said Brunhilde, “He loves having his ass fucked but he’s very sensitive back there.” He felt the head of her ivory cock against his entrance. A high-pitched moan escaped his mouth as she pushed the head of the ivory dick past his sphincter, then a little deeper.

“Just work his hole with the first few inches for a moment,” said Brunhilde, rocking her hips gently and making Martin’s bottom quiver, “Let him get used to it. Poor thing is so nervous he needs a while to adjust.”

Martin felt a soft hand under his chin. He opened his eyes, and saw that Sibyl was tilting his face up to look at her.

“Martin,” she whispered, “Do you like it when she claims your ass?”

“Yes,” he said weakly.

“Say it loud,” said Sibyl.

“I love it when you claim my ass, Brunhilde,” he said, and she responded by giving him a good hard spank.

“I know you do, babe,” she said, smiling.

“Unnh,” he said, pushing back and riding the big ivory cock. She was pumping about half the length in and out now, and he gasped whenever she pushed just a little deeper. He moaned deep in his chest as he felt the oiled ivory, now warm with his heat, sliding in and out of his tight asshole. It was rubbing against his prostate, sending shivers of pleasure down his legs. Sibyl slipped her tongue into his mouth and gently caressed his neck as she kissed him. Her hand ran around the base of his neck, digging into his flesh a little and massaging his upper back, her thumb slipping into the hollow of his collar bone. As she made out with him, Brunhilde pushed her hips a little further and soon was buried in his ass to the hilt. She took a firm grip on his waist, mounted him fully, standing on her feet so they were on either side of him.

“When you pound him like this,” said Brunhilde, “You want to angle your hips so you hit his little gland each time. You know it works if he moans loudly.”

She began pumping his ass in earnest, fucking him with long, deep strokes that made his prostate squirm and spasm.

“Ahhh!” he cried, and Sibyl silenced him with another kiss.

“See how he’s wiggling his little around?” said Brunhilde, “That means he likes it.”

She fucked him harder, and he panted and moaned into Sibyl’s mouth. He gave a high-pitched whine each time Brunhilde plunged the ivory cock into his ass again.

“Put your chest down,” said Brunhilde. He lowered himself down so that his chest touched the bed. Brunhilde had stopped thrusting, but he felt his ass tighten around the ivory invader as his posture changed.

“When he’s face-down, ass-up like this,” said Brunhilde, “That makes him extra tight. You have to take it very, very easy on him in this position. It would be easy to seriously injure him if you’re not careful.”

He whimpered when she mentioned serious injury, feeling her start to move her hips a little.

“Of course, if you really wanted to hurt him, you could just give his balls a good pull,” said Brunhilde, laughing. He yelped and tried to escape her, but he was so frail and helpless from all the fucking that he couldn’t get away from her grasp. She let him go voluntarily and he rolled onto his back like a turtle flipped on the back of its shell.

“No,” he said softly, “Please, don’t, I… No, it’ll hurt me…” he was half-delirious from the anal pleasure, his eyes still closed, making a pathetic effort to cover his balls with his hands.

“Martin, look at me,” whispered Brunhilde’s voice. He opened his eyes and saw her giving him a stern look.

“Martin, do you really think I would pull on your testicles?”

“N-no?” he said, shaking. She frowned.

“You look terrified,” she said, “Did you really think I would do it?”

“Yes,” he said, changing his answer when he realized he wasn’t in trouble.

Sibyl gently combed through his hair with her fingers and said, “Martin, she’s just playing. We would never really hurt you like that.” She leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“I told you,” said Brunhilde, “He spooks easily. Here, you fuck him for a while.”

He closed his eyes and felt them change positions, and then Sibyl was buried inside of him, fucking him good in the missionary position. Her ivory strapon was just a bit smaller, but she worked his hole faster and harder than Brunhilde did, surprisingly enough. He sighed, laying on his back with his legs spread wide like Sibyl had been when they humped earlier. He felt Brunhilde kiss his cheek.

“Just enjoy yourself, Martin,” she whispered to him. She was laying on her side beside him, idly playing with his nipples and tickling his throat, “You’re safe here with us. We’re going to make you cum a lot tonight. Just let go.”

Sibyl fucked him for a few more minutes, holding onto his hips and occasionally stroking his cock or gently cupping his balls while she gave him deep anal. He felt Brunhilde lovingly take his hand in her own and begin tongue-kissing him deeply. He moaned into her mouth, letting her penetrate his mouth the way Sibyl was penetrating his bottom. When she broke the kiss, Sibyl gently squeezed his shaft in her hand. He knew he wasn’t supposed to talk, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Gods!” he cried out, “I love you both!”

“We love you too, Martin,” said Sibyl stroking his dick. Brunhilde crawled down so that her slit was in his face and took his cock into her mouth, 69ing him as Sibyl screwed him. After a few minutes of that, he came, and the two lay down on either side of him. First, Brunhilde kissed Sibyl, swapping his cum between them. Then they took turns kissing him, swapping his cum between all three. It was hot and sticky, tongues and lips everywhere, saliva and cum over their faces.

“Well,” said Brunhilde, “I think it’s about time Martin experienced your pussy, Sibyl. Don’t you agree?”