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I don't know how long Maria and I dozed on the lounge chair. I would guess about an hour. I noticed that Miranda and Scott were now swimming in the pool and thought that they must have inadvertently wakened us. I toyed with her hair, and gently caressed her face, tracing my fingers along her features. She smiled up at me, then seemed to notice that her thigh was covered in precum that had seeped from my caged manhood as we slept.
She reached down and wiped some of my fluids up with the flat of her hand, then moved that hand to her mouth and sensuously licked and sucked her fingers, always maintaining eye contact with me. My cock twitched and tried to harden, which of course it could not. I groaned. She giggled.
"Would you like me to release you so you can fuck me, lover?"
"Oh, hell yeah..."
She toyed with the key that Monica had given her, which now hung from the necklace she wore. She leaned in close to me and kissed me passionately, then patted my straining cock, "Too bad. You heard what Monica said, baby. I don't think you will be spurting tonight...but we'll see later...maybe." The mischievous glint in her eyes aroused me even more.
She laughed and sat up next to me, "Would you like a drink, honey? I'm thirsty."
I almost offered to get the drinks myself, as it would require her to go inside, where I knew monster cocks waited to molest her. Then I thought better of it. It was going to happen, and I needed to trust her. "Sure, I'd love one. I think I deserve a beer or a scotch at this point."
She laughed again and stood, then made her way into the house. I watched her breasts swaying and her incredible ass swinging as she left me. Damn. Even in my current predicament, I am one lucky bastard. I lay back on the lounge chair and admired the array of stars above me. A soft breeze cooled my precum-covered manhood through the vent holes of my chastity cage. MY chastity cage. Crap. That thought took some getting used to. In my mind this still wasn't a long-term situation. Was it?
I sensed someone walking up on me from the direction of the patio doors. I thought Maria was coming back with our drinks. But when I looked over I discovered that instead it was Marcia, the mousy little blonde, and girlfriend of Scott who had so adequately serviced my Maria earlier.
She walked up and regarded my imprisoned cock. Reaching down she grasped it in her hand, moving it back and forth, up and down to examine it. I must have turned six shades of red. What the hell?
She released it and stood looking down at me, smiling, "Poor little thing...so neglected." She laughed. Not a conspiratorial, mischievous laugh like Maria's, but one laced with mirth and pleasure at my torment. She had been mean to me all night! What had I ever done to her to deserve her ire?
"I hear you're the clean-up boy, and that you really like it." Smiling again. A smile that sent a chill down my spine. What was she talking about? Was house cleaning to be added to my humiliation? Then it hit me. A vision of me devouring Maria's sex, covered and filled with Scott's cum, came to my mind. My eyes moved down to Marcia's midsection. Sure enough I could tell that it was sloppy with what appeared to be copious amounts of while fluid, small trails of which ran in rivulets down her thighs.
I looked back into her gleeful eyes and stammered; "No...that was different. That was Maria...I had to show her I loved her...I'm not like tha...mmmmpppphhhhhh"
It was too late. While I had been stuttering out my explanation Marcia had been swinging one of her legs over the lounge chair and lowering her sex to my stuttering mouth, then covering it. I tasted the pungent odor of sex and of her fluids mixed with who knows whose. I tried to struggle, but she held my held in place, her fingers interlaced in my hair, her strong leg muscles locked onto my head. I felt her sex against my lips, and the wetness of the cum trails on her thighs against my face and ears.
"Shut up and eat up, bitch." Words like this seemed completely out of place coming from Marcia's tiny little body. She pulled my face more tightly into her sopping sex. I finally stopped resisting and opened my mouth. I was just beginning to think to myself that her swollen, velvety labia actually felt pretty damned good against my face when the first glob of cum slid down into my mouth. She reached up with one of her hands and pressed it against her lower abdomen. My eyes went wide as my mouth suddenly filled up with hot cum. I swallowed as quickly as I could, trying to keep up. Finally the flow seemed to ebb.
"That's a good little boy. Now clean me up." She guided my lips to each of her thighs as if I was a human vacuum, sucking up the wetness there. Then she guided me back to her waiting sex. What would Maria think if she came out and found this woman sitting on my face? Would she yank her off of me in a fit of jealousy? Would she be angry with me?
