Maria tousled my hair, then jiggled my chastity tube playfully, sending electricity through me, "Love ya, babe."
More friendly laughter at my expense. I smiled sheepishly.
The conversation continued for awhile, some of it sexual, but actually most of it not. The guys talked some about golfing and other sports, the women about some shopping and their jobs. It was sort of nice to find out more about the other people at the party, their likes and dislikes. It made them more personable to me, and not just competition that I could not beat sexually. Something else struck me and made me feel a little more secure. The other guys were sitting around with their larger members hanging down between their legs, or in James' case, draped over his thigh like a massive sleeping serpent. The women were quite relaxed sitting in the buff, their beautiful bodies on display for all to see and admire. I alone sat with my manhood caged, occasionally twitching in desperation, and everyone knew that they could have sex anytime they wanted tonight while I was to be denied any such pleasure quite against my will. Yet while we talked they all treated me with respect and listened to my thoughts and opinions.
Maria turned her back towards me and asked if I would give her a back rub while we talked (she loves my massages). I of course was happy to have contact with her.
Miranda handed me another drink, one she said was sure to send me for a loop, and then leaned with her elbows resting against the inside of the bar. "So, Sean, what's it like being locked up? Are you about to go insane yet?"
My strong hands worked Maria's shoulders and I contemplated the question for a few moments before answering, "I guess I have to say the jury is still out, uh, ma'am. I mean, yes, it is driving me absolutely nuts. But at the same time, I have been on a sexual high all night. It hasn't waned a bit, and every time something sexual happens it just builds and builds even more."
Jerry regarded me for a moment, "So you actually like it?"
I began tracing lines on Maria's back with just the tips of my fingers, very lightly, and she sighed, then I spoke, "I don't know if I'd go that far yet. I mean, I don't think I could go forever like this. I really, really need to cum! But at the same time its somehow very erotic, and well, I know this probably sounds stupid; but its kinda liberating, not having any control."
Marcia looked at Scott and grinned, "That sounds interesting. Maybe we'll have to try that on you sometime."
Scott boasted, "I don't think I have to worry about that. You'd never squeeze this"; he grasped his cock and gave it a shake, "into that little tube."
Monica winked at Marcia, "Oh that's O.K., they make a larger chastity tube called the curve just for big boys like you. We'd never get my James into it, but I think we could manage to squeeze you and Jerry into one."
Marcia and Miranda grinned at each other conspiratorially as if making a mental note to explore that particular kink. Jerry looked at Scott as if to say, thanks big mouth!
I guess all the sex talk began to have its affect. Marcia stood and walked over to where James was sitting, then looked over to Monica, "May I?"
"Why, of course."
Marcia knelt down in front of James and looked up into his eyes as if asking permission. He smiled back down at her, and then he lifted his huge flaccid member from its resting-place across his thigh. He spread his legs and lay it between them to give Marcia better access, handing it to her. Then he spread his arms across the back of the couch and relaxed. She grasped it with her tiny little hands. She couldn't get her fingers completely around its girth. In awe, she lightly ran her fingertips along its length, starting from his massive testicles and finishing at the flared spongy softness of its head.
She lowered her head to it and watched it as she sensuously stuck out her flattened tongue and licked the bottom of the head. In reaction the massive helmet flared at her, and she giggled in satisfaction. Next she opened her mouth wide and took the head into her mouth, sucking on it, massaging it with her lips while she darted her tongue around that which was in her mouth. She tried to take as much as she could into her mouth. Because of its massive girth, that was only a few inches. She masturbated the rest with her tiny hands. The contrast of his dark flesh against her pale skin was remarkable. She lifted his massive balls with one hand, and lightly ticked just below them with the fingers of her other hand. She definitely knew what she was doing. It wasn't long at all until she'd had to get up off of her haunches, standing and bending over in front of James in order to stay on top of his now erect member.
She lifted her mouth from his manhood and looked down at it hesitantly, like someone looking at a roller coaster before they take a seat in one of its cars. Do I really want to do this? Can I take it? Am I going to embarrass myself? With trepidation, she put one foot on the couch beside his leg, preparing to mount him.
He placed one of his massive hands on her foot, stopping her. He smiled at her reassuringly, and without saying anything made a circling motion with one of his fingers, signally for her to turn around and face away from him. She looked puzzled but slowly did so.
James leaned forward and placed his massive forearms at the back of her little thighs. He lifted her up in his arms. It was like her tiny frame was sitting in a chair without arms or a back. She looked as if she were levitating, hovering helplessly in the air. Yet the massive muscles of James' black arms easily supported her. She gasped. She quickly moved her tiny hands down and held onto his hands for support. He smiled and lifted her up higher until she was hanging in the air just above that massive piston.
His calming, baritone voice, "Now Missy, you just squeeze my hand when you are ready. I'm gonna go slow, and you just squeeze when you're ready to go more. An' you be sure an' tell me if I need to stop, 'kay?"
She nodded her head nervously. As erotic and exciting as this had to be for her, it was at least as thrilling for the rest of us. Our perspective was of this tiny little woman levitating just above a massive ebony phallus, suspended in the air seemingly without support. Her tiny, bare pubes hovered just above this monster. Just above her flat tummy, hard eraser like nipples topped her little breasts. And I could easily read her thoughts from the expression on her face. Now the ride's car had been pulled to the top of the first huge hill of the roller coaster, the point of no return. Looking down to the ground so far below she was thinking, what the fuck am I doing here!?
Brave little girl. Her small hand tightened around one of his massive fingers and she squeezed her eyes shut. The car was just rolling over the top of the hill, dropping suddenly in a breathtaking descent.
She was lowered slightly until the lips of her vagina parted, resting her tenderly atop the huge head of his cock. We heard her suck in her breath. He stopped. He easily held her there while she rotated herself in her seat, rubbing her nether lips across the top of the monster, slathering it with her flowing juices. A rivulet of her fluids made its way slowly down the front of his massive cock until it disappeared below his balls. She pushed herself forward and back across it, moving it ever so slightly inside of her.
She squeezed his finger once again and was slowly lowered a little further until she was stretched wide and the head was enveloped within her. I was in awe that he'd been able to fit it into her at all. Not too long ago I'd had that little snatch in my mouth, and I knew how small it was.
Another squeeze and James rotated his hips slightly while penetrating her a little more. As his cock head slowly made its way past her g-spot she squeaked out, "Oh Gawd!" James knew what he was doing. He knew where he was within her. He stopped lowering her. She fucked herself back and forth just across the head, rubbing her g-spot with it over and over again. Before we knew it she was crying out with her first orgasm, shuddering violently, thrashing her head from side to side in ecstatic release.
She stopped and caught her breath. What she hadn't realized was that while she bucking against him through that orgasm she had lowered herself another six inches down onto his cock. She looked down from her perch in shock. James waited patiently until she again squeezed his finger. She gyrated as he lowered her some more. Little by little, more and more of him disappeared within her. There were easily another three inches of his cock visible when she started shaking her head back and forth quickly, "Stop, stop! Damnit, I'm sorry, I can't take anymore." Her breathing was ragged and she was obviously disappointed.
James consoled her, "It's alright, Missy. We can still have fun. I won't take you down anymore. Just let me know when you're ready to fuck it."
