Poor wording leads to fun

Steffi, who had recovered by now, looked at Fabian with pity: “Fabian and I are always very loud in bed. Please put something in his mouth. I left a few of my toys in the bag I brought.” Steffi reached into the bag she’d brought and pulled out a large, red ring gag. She held it up to Fabian’s face with a grin. “Open your mouth, honey.”

Fabian hesitated for just a split second, his gaze pleading—but at that very moment, Verena was massaging his stiff, twitching cock with a firm, agonizing grip, slowly milking the foreskin up and down until the precum oozed from his glans in thick beads. This caused him to open his mouth. Steffi slid the ring gag between his teeth and strapped it tightly at the back of his head. Fabian let out a muffled groan. His cock now stood straight up like a rock-hard, pulsing rod, the glans dark red and shiny, the veins thickly protruding. He was so horny that his whole body was trembling.

The four women took a step back and surveyed their handiwork with broad, sadistic grins. There knelt their victim: naked, his hands tightly bound behind his back, the huge red ring gag in his mouth, which left his tongue hanging uselessly out and turned him into a drooling, mute pussy-licker. His cock twitched and dripped with arousal, his balls taut and swollen. Steffi smiled coldly and smugly.

“Well… looks like your fiancée really gave you a very special wedding gift.” Steffi read the next passage from Svenja’s letter aloud in a loud, relishful voice—slowly, savoring every syllable, while looking deep into Fabian’s eyes:

“Girls… Fabian loves the idea of really rough oral and anal sex with me. I don’t know how many times he’s begged on his knees for me to give him my virgin, tight asshole… so he can finally fuck and defile it. But I’m just not ready yet. Maybe after the wedding. Instead, I just give him blowjobs. He likes it nice and deep, with lots of drool and gagging. Girls… maybe you could be so kind as to grant him this one big wish with some really hot anal sex and hardcore oral sex?"

Tanja and Madeleine stared at each other in disbelief, their mouths agape, their full breasts rising and falling with excitement. “Wait… we can’t do that?” Tanja stammered. “If Svenja isn’t doing it herself…” Madeleine nodded vigorously, her cheeks red. “Exactly! The letter says anal sex… and hardcore oral…”

But Steffi, who had read the letter, smiled, bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushed with feigned shame, and pressed her thick, soft thighs tightly together, as if the thought alone were already making her wet. “Exactly… poor Fabian… he wanted this so badly. We’d be being totally nice to him…”

Fabian, the drooling, gagged loser, felt his cock twitch so hard at these “kind” words that it almost exploded. In his depraved mind, he could already see himself impaling their hot, tight assholes one after the other while they moaned sweetly in his ear. Yes… please… let me fuck your slutty asses…

But Verena interrupted the two of them with a gentle, almost motherly smile. Her voice was soft, friendly, and loving—like that of a concerned girlfriend who wanted only the best for him.

“Shhh, girls… stay calm.” She picked up Svenja’s letter again very slowly, smoothed out the paper, and read it line by line as if it were a romantic love poem. Her gaze lingered at the very top, on the line underlined in bold. A tiny, knowing smile flitted across her full lips.

She glanced briefly into the bag full of toys, then crouched down in front of Fabian so that her heavy, bare tits dangled right in front of his face. Her nipples were rock-hard and almost brushed his nose. In that soft, sweet voice, she asked him directly, looking deep into his glassy eyes, dripping with lust:

“Fabian, darling… do you really want to have anal sex and hardcore oral sex with us four really hot girls? Are you absolutely, absolutely sure? We’ll only do this if it’s your greatest, deepest desire… and because your wonderful fiancée Svenja wants it so badly for you. Just nod sweetly if you really want it, okay?”

Fabian couldn’t believe his luck.

The pathetic, bound cuckold nodded so violently that the red ring gag in his wide-open mouth squeaked, and thick, shiny strands of saliva dripped in long trails down his chin, his chest, and even onto his rock-hard, untouched cock. His whole body trembled with anticipation; his asshole clenched greedily and opened again, as if it were already begging to finally be torn open.

“Mmmmpf… mmmmpf… mmmmpf!” he slobbered desperately and happily through the gag.

Verena smiled at him like a loving nurse, patted his cheek very gently, and slowly stood up again. She folded the letter. “Oh, you sweethearts… you’ve misunderstood this so sweetly and adorably. That’s so cute of both of you.” She giggled softly and stroked Tanja’s cheek. “You really thought Fabian would be allowed to fuck you in your pretty, tight assholes? How sweet. But no, my dears… that’s not what Svenja meant at all. Right at the top of the letter it says very clearly: Nobody is to touch his cock. Your poor, hard, twitching cock will remain completely untouched the whole time. And as for the asshole… You’ve all misunderstood that in the sweetest way. His asshole, his tight, virgin, little asshole—the four of us are going to fuck it now, very slowly and thoroughly.”