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After Maria, Monica and myself had recovered from laughing over my inadvertent suffocation, we realized that poor Jerry was standing next to the bed with a reborn erection, needing attention. Damn, would you listen to me? I'm calling Jerry "poor". Ha! I'm the poor one, erection poor, cum poor. My tortured penis was straining against the inside of its chastity tube, and had been trying in vain to become erect for the last several hours. The ladies were sympathetic to Jerry, but told him that he'd have to find someone else, they needed a rest!
The girls stood and I followed suit. I looked at Monica and then at the huge rubber phallus attached to my midsection just above my own caged penis. I figured I'd get it taken off now if they were finished. But instead they smiled, and ignored my unspoken request. The girls led as we walked down the hallway back into the living room. Jerry's real erection swayed in front of him as he walked, and I tried to get accustomed to walking with my "manhood" swaying back and forth in front of me as I walked.
When we entered the living room I was greeted with reactions ranging from laughter to shaking heads. I knew that I had to look ridiculous with the strap-on extending straight out from my midsection.
As we entered I observed that James was walking across the room to the bar in order to fix himself a drink. I didn't mean to stare, but damn! I was so envious. As the huge black man walked, his unbelievably large penis hung down between his legs, swaying back and forth like a pendulum, the massive head bouncing off of his knees. The ebony flesh was smeared here and there with a froth, the mixture of his fluids and little Marcia's.
Thinking of Marcia, who I knew had just finished being ravaged by that python, I looked over to the couch where they had been engaged when we left the room. Marcia's tiny body was curled up in a fetal position on the couch, and she stared off into space as if in a trance. She didn't appear traumatized, rather like she had just experienced something beyond belief that had left her in shock.
Miranda was sitting on a love seat, and nearby Scott sat in the large chair where Miranda had been riding him earlier. They were chatting nonchalantly now.
We walked towards the couch and love seat to sit down and join the conversation. Before I could sit down Marcia stood and approached me. She still looked dazed and simply said quietly; "I need cleaning."
Monica, still standing next to me in the middle of the room, pressed gently down on my shoulder as she said, "Kneel. That's right, on your knees, Sean. Now lean back." Then she looked at Marcia and said, "There ya go."
Marcia walked forward, straddling me as she did so, and continued forward until the "V" of her legs was pressing down on my face. I placed my hands on the floor behind me for support. She looked down at me, almost pleadingly, even though she was using me, and asked softly, "Please be gentle with me."
I looked up at her vagina that I had been lucky enough to dine on only an hour or so ago. Then I had been enamored with it because the labia had been so small and firm, cleanly shaven and the vagina had been so small and tight. Now it was a wreck! Her nether lips were distended, red and swollen, and now I was looking up into a gaping, open tunnel. James' huge cock had really done a number on her. I looked back up into her mousy little features and nodded that I would indeed be gentle with her. She reached down and pulled my lips to hers.
I ever so tenderly ran my tongue around the outer limits of those lips to get her used to the sensation. Her breathing mellowed so I covered her entire sex with my mouth, sucking gently as what fluids were left within her drained out into my mouth. Then I slowly and gently began sucking on the inner lips, her clit, and running my tongue along her slit. I was surprised when she gently began fucking my face. I figured that she was completely used up for now, but it seemed she wanted a gentle orgasm to top things off. I would certainly love to give it to her.
Such irony! A few hours ago I never would have thought I would actually be running around naked with several other people besides my lovely wife, wearing a locked cage on my manhood. And the first time Marcia had placed her nether lips to mine I had tried to get away, completely aghast at the idea of swallowing another man's seed.
Now I was on my knees in the middle of a room full of other nude people. I had a woman emptying her insides, full of cum, into my mouth, I was caged, a huge strap-on jutted obscenely from my crotch. Everyone else was sitting around chatting, watching me as if it was the most normal thing in the world. And the greatest irony? I was happy. Just glad to be of service! Strange how quickly we can be indoctrinated and trained by someone who knows what he or she is doing.
I continued my attentions, ever so gently. Even in her ravaged condition, Marcia still tasted wonderful by herself and I really enjoyed my task. After a few minutes of me tenderly massaging her little bud, sucking it softly into my mouth occasionally, Marcia tensed, held my head tightly to her and sighed softly through a mild, calming orgasm.
After she'd recovered she stepped back, leaned down and kissed me tenderly, thanking me for being so kind. Kind?! I loved my job!
Marcia walked shakily back to the couch and sat back down. I started to get up and go sit next to my wife, but before I could do so Miranda was standing above me, smiling down at me, "Next!"
