Her Forever Virgin Ch 09

Margo knew Cy could cum multiple times in an unusually short succession for a guy. She attempted blowing him before but he always shot off in her face before he had a chance to get it in. This time the cage gave her a window of opportunity before her Subby was fully erect.

"Oh god," she heard him moan again and again as she continued until, "Fuck!" he came a second time in what felt less than 2 minutes. She heard him taking deep breaths.

His second load wasn't as plentiful as the first but he was still hard so she didn't release him until he came for a third time. "Please stop!" he pleaded and she obeyed, he didn't sound playful. She pulled back to find her play thing drenched in sweat covering his eyes with one arm. "Thank you, Goddess," he weezed out.

"Are you good? I didn't overdo it, did I?"

Cy ran his fingers through moist hair as he took a deep breath, "That was probably the most intense thing I've ever done. I know I'm not," he glanced to the right, "regular or whatever, but I've never cum that many times so quickly. You know that's the first time I've ever gotten..." he stuttered.

"A blowjob?" Margo got up from the bed to retrieve her smartphone.

"I was going to say oral but yeah," Cy reach over to open the night stand drawer, pulled out a vape pen that disguised it self as a writing pen.

Margo gagged, "You and the fucking technical terms" she said hopping backwards on to the bed and taking the pen from Cy, "I wasn't too mean right?"

"I thought you were perfect. I miss being treated like that. Shri was never into the rough kinda domination."

"Oh?" Margo expressed curiously, "how did she dominate you then?"

"She liked being," Cy considered how to describe it, "cutesy I guess you could say. She liked calling it adorable and doted on how small it is."

"Well, it is pretty fascinating," and then Margo remembered other things that she found

fascinating,

"Hey, so, if you don't mind me asking how'd the date with Amy go?"

"Right," Cy scratched his temple, "First, let me ask you a question. What kind of person asks their friend-with-benefits about how another date with their roommate went?"

"The kind of person that has to deal with both people on a regular basis. Besides, Amy told me she had a good time," Margo looked at her social media apps, "I don't know what you're so worried about. Your ex's full name was Rajeshri Mehta, right?" then took a hit off the vape.

"Yeah," Cyrus responded quickly thinking more about Amy, "So, what did Amy say exactly?"

"I know she didn't take your virginity."

"How do you know if I'm still a virgin?"

"Wait," Margo looked away from her phone to stare at Cyrus just has he anticipated, "You actually lost your virginity?"

Cyrus sighed deeply, his seemingly perpetual virginity weighed heavily when ever he thought about it but at least Margo was the one person he could talk about it with, "No, I just wanted to make sure you were paying attention. Anyways, at the time I was surprised at how much fun we were having but now I'm not sure Amy had all that good a time."

Margo felt relieved, for a second, she believed she had sent Amy a lemon. She dreaded to think what her best friend would say if it turned out she was wrong. Quite honestly dear perverts, Margo is the kind of person that always dreads being wrong, "What makes you say that?" and prides herself on being right, "Is it because she left without saying goodbye on Saturday?"

"She told you about that?" Cy laughed nervously, "I was that bad, huh," then he took another vape hit.

"You," Margo decided this stupidity warranted punishment and flicked him on the forehead, "need to stop jumping to conclusions. You especially, always go to the worst ones."

"I don't think it was terrible. I just think I turned her off is all."

"I'm pretty sure you showed her a good time. Besides, I asked her beforehand. She told me she didn't mind a small penis," Margo saw his face redden at the statement.

"Seriously?" he creaked, "I think she was being polite. Or maybe didn't know she cared. It doesn't matter. I think I bored her just by trying to have a conversation anyways. I thought it went well at the time but looking back I did most of the talking at dinner."

"Look, she felt bad about walking out on you like that. She just has a lot of stuff on her mind right now," Margo figured that was true enough, "If you think things went well you should just ask her out on another date. The worst she can do is tell you no."

Cy gave her an annoyed look, "I know you think that sounds painless but from my perspective it'd be agonizing. Besides," he groaned, "I'm pretty sure I lost her when I ejaculated on her leg like a fucking puppy."

"Adorable. So, what about the cage?"

"What do you mean?"

"Were you wearing it on the date with her?"

"Oh. Yeah, but I took it off before she could see it."

"But you wore it on the date," Margo gave Cy a rye smile and soft slug on the arm, "Kinky!"

"Actually," Cy scratched the back of his head, "I wear it so that I won't lose control in my pants."

"Wait, what?"

"My," he paused to think of what to call it, "problem has gotten really bad. Lately, even just getting erect is enough to guarantee I'll cum."

"Dude!" Margo's face twisted with concern, "That is way not normal. have you tried telling a doctor?"

"Yes. Three actually. They all said the same thing. That there's nothing wrong with me."

"Maybe it's a psychological thing?"

"I tried a psychologist, same result. I think I'm just doomed to be a virgin forever," a dour expression fell over Cy, "You know you're the only person who's ever seemed to notice there's actually something wrong with me."

"How so?"

"Everybody else treats it like a regular thing but I can't find anything about anyone else having the same problem."

"Your exes had to have said something. I don't think it's a deal breaker," she winked and rubbed his thigh, "obviously, but as far as sexual problems go it's almost a super power. I can see it now," Margo swiped her hand from left to right as she announced dramatically "Cyrus Flash Murphy the Super-Human Ejaculator."

"First of all, not my middle name. It's Ferdinand."

"Not if you want to get into show biz," Margo fired index fingers at Cy.

"Second, find me a a town that won't run you out with a title like that."

"Vegas!"

"I hate that you have to have an answer for even the stupidest questions and what's worse is that somehow they are always the right answer."

"It's a gift," Margo shrugged in false modesty.

"Okay then, how about this," Cy took a deep breath and continued somberly, "Am I just cursed?"

If only he knew,

she Mischievously thought, "No, you're not cursed," and patted him demeaningly on the head. For the record dear Perverts, Margo is not qualified to identify curses.

It suddenly occurred to Margo that she had the solution to his problems. Her mind went to the vile of magic potion that Yennessa sold her. Each use requires a single drop and there was more than enough to spare at least one drop with Cy.

But Amy still needs her virgin.

She decided right then and there that she would help Cy lose his virginity but only if he said no to permanent chastity which brought another devious idea to mind to speed things along, "You know who's surprisingly into chastity?"

"You mean like a celebrity rumor?"

"No, I mean someone we both know."

"No," he asked with curiosity.

"Amy!" Margo figured that if this came back to bite her, she'd bite right back by arguing,

Amy is the one who built a magic chastity cage so it looks a lot like interest to me.

Of course, it would require Cy be made a confidant first. Margo, much like your narrator dear perverts, is astonished at how well the the pieces were coming together.

"You're joking," Cyrus feared it might be a bit presumptuous to say but he felt it, "Amy doesn't seem the type."

"She's just not brave enough to ask," Cyrus could tell there was some kind of greater meaning lost on him by her tone but he didn't know what.

"You're just trying to get me to humiliate myself in front of Amy."

"Cy," she shot him her classic I'm-smarter-than-you smile, "The whole point of a cock cage is to humiliate you. So yes. I want you to humiliate yourself in front of Amy."

Cyrus slapped himself and let his hands slide down his face,

How did I walk into that one,

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

"Look. I know I place boundaries a little farther than most. Which reminds me," Margo picked her phone back up, "You're my friend and I have to live with Amy. Why would I do anything that would jeopardize my relationship with either of you or your friendship with each other. Jake would never forgive me," Margo placed her phone down again.

"Even so I think I already blew it," Cyrus remembered what it was like waking up in bed alone the next morning, "Best not to bother her."

"She feels guilty about it. Honestly dude, the worst thing you could probably do is not give her a second chance to end it right. You should ask her out on another date if you really had fun."

Cyrus sighed long, "Fine, I'll see if she wants to go out again," and then he thought to himself,

She really shouldn't have to feel guilty.

"You should text her right now," Cyrus turned to see Margo handing him his phone from the night stand.

"Right now? While I'm sitting next to you naked?"

"Why not?"

"I can think of a few. None that you'd like though except," Cyrus elongated not sure if it was worth completing, "maybe it'd be rude?" he said puzzled.

"Why? I'm encouraging you and I don't see why Amy would have to know," then Margo hastily added, "the gritty details that is."

"Fine," Cyrus reluctantly took the phone and started typing, "I'll see if she wants to go to the heritage festival with me next weekend."

"Great, so I can have the apartment to myself on Saturday."

"Wait! Are you just trying to get Amy out of the apartment next Saturday?"

"What? No. It'd just be more convenient for me. I have a life outside of trying to help Amy get..." Margo trailed off. She normally wasn't one to stumble her words but Cyrus figured the pot was just getting to her. "Get over Saturday morning? She feels super guilty about it."

Not having yet sent his request Cyrus wondered if there might be a more painless way of helping Amy, "Maybe I should just tell Amy that she shouldn't feel guilty about it instead," then he chuckled and thought of a jab at Margo, "Besides, maybe I wanna ruin your plans for Saturday night." Cyrus stuck his tongue out at Margo like a kid on the playground.

"Oh, that's it," swiftly, Margo took back Cy's phone with an arm and pushed him back with the other.

All that working out is paying off,

she thought noticing how much more easily she held him back now than four years ago, "And send," she said triumphantly tapping the screen with her thumb.

"Did you seriously just do that?"

"Indeed I did," she handed him the phone back so he could see for himself, "You could always just tell her the truth, that I sent the text. She knows me well enough to believe it, but then you wouldn't have a date next weekend."

"And what makes you think she'll say yes?"

"Don't you trust me?"

"That answer tends to vary but generally speaking," Cy shrugged, "I guess so."

"I can see how you and Amy we get along so well," she Rolled her eyes as Amy's similar Comment replayed in her mind's eye. Suddenly both their phones vibrated at the same time and the pair checked their devices. Margo smiled at the notification, seeing that her mischievous little side plan had come to fruition.

Cyrus hadn't even noticed Margo's phone go off as his did. His heart sank slightly when he realized it wasn't from Amy but his curiosity peaked when he saw it was a notification to join a chat room from his ex, Shri, and it said Margo was in it. Things had ended on very friendly terms between them so it wasn't strange that she'd check in on him but a conversation involving Margo was, "What did you do?"

The laugh she replied with told him that he had to open it and see for himself. The conversation he found read:

Margo: I love the color you chose for Cy's cage.

Rajashri:?

Oh wait! NM

I'm glad someone else appreciates how cute the pink is.

Cyrus told me some fun stories about you.

Margo: I hop they were good ones.

Hope*

Rajashri: Did he tell you we had to get a custom fit? He was too small for the ones on sale.

Margo: No. LOL

Rajashri: mind if I invite him in?

The message had a thumps up reaction and after it was a notice announcing Cyrus' virtual entry. Cyrus felt blood rush to both his face and crotch as he thought of how strange and humiliating it was to find out both his exes were discussing his little issue behind his back albeit, only a few minutes. Then another message from Margo popped up, "

He look so red right now."

He turned his head to find that he'd fallen right into a trap and she took a photo of his expression that was sent to the group chat.

"You weren't kidding about those boundaries."

"You told me back in the car she'd still like to hook up with you if she gets the chance. Besides," she licked her thumb and forefinger and pinched his tiny pecker, "you know you love it," she whispered in his ear. Cyrus gave into the pleasure and leaned his head back until cumming roughly in a minute and a half (if we're being generous.)

"Thank you, Goddess."

"So how do you think I should get my next orgasm, Subby?"

Cyrus thought carefully, wondering if he had a genuine choice or if this was a test he was doomed to fail unjustly, "May you sit on my face goddess?" he requested nervously.

"My pleasure, Subby," she graced him with a belittling hair ruffling which turned into a tight grip which pushed him down into submission as she repositioned herself to mount his face.

Enchanting the first 15 mugs gave Amy a zen feeling, after 35 mugs Amy got bored and by mug 60 she was wondering why she ever agreed to such a short deadline for these stupid things.

But someone's gotta keep the magical appliances running and it sure as hell is not going to be Margo.

Amy pushed herself away from the desk giving a deep breath. She decided to finish the remaining 40 tomorrow. Six straight hours of making your favorite flavor mugs was enough for one day.

For as monotonous as the task was it had accomplished its secondary goal of getting Amy to stop thinking about her problems. She was ready to relax. Maybe snuggle with Teri and see if any of her favorite shows were streaming new seasons.

I'm going to enjoy the rest if the day.

Then she made a decision that would haunt her for the rest of the week, she checked her phone.

"

I had a good time Friday night. I was wondering if you wanted to go to this heritage festival thing with me. My cousin runs a booth with my uncle every year and he wants to show off his new kid"

the text was punctuated by an eye roll emoji.

Her anxiety rose staring at the screen. Amy had assumed that she would have to apologize before anything like this happened.

Maybe he didn't take it personally. He doesn't seem mad.

She wanted to reply to the text but then she also thought about the cage and how stressful it would be to make him a confidant.

Then she also started to consider that there Might be an expiration date on her invitation. Some undetermined time in which he decides that she's no longer worth waiting for. Maybe he'd even go with Margo instead.

Why am I thinking of Margo like competition?

She decided that she'd give herself 24 hours to decide.