Chapter 8: Losing Control

Mary and Charley lose control (in various aspects)

On Sunday afternoon, when Mary contacted Matthew using the dating app to confirm the date for the following Friday, Matthew called through the app.

“Listen, Molly, I’ve been thinking about proposing something that might be exciting to do this week,” Matthew’s voice came through the laptop’s speakers.

“Yes, tell me, Matt,” Mary replied.

“I’ve been thinking about the cock cage and the tease and denial game you and Buck play; from the effect it has on both of you, it seems to be very erotic and exciting. I thought that, since you and I don’t see each other during the week, maybe we could do daily video sessions or just voice calls where we talk about fantasies and masturbate, but without orgasm. That way, we have fun during the week, and on Friday, we’ll have a crazy desire to fuck.”

“Well, maybe we could try it,” Mary said, and then, activating the mute on the laptop, she asked, “What do you think?”

“If it’s OK with you, it’s OK with me,” I replied. “Besides, you’ll see what it’s like to be teased for a whole week and not be able to cum,” I added with a mischievous grin.

Mary reactivated the microphone and replied to Matt, “Okay.”

“Perfect. But remember, no orgasms from you or me,” Matthew said.

“You know Buck has the cock cage.”

“Yeah, but he still has a mouth and hands. And you have hands, a vibrator, and other toys from what you said.”

“All right. Don’t worry about it.”

“It will be a ‘gentlemen’s agreement’. If it’s not kept, there’ll be a penalty or a bonus for the one who complies. Agreed?”

“Promise. When do you want to start?”

“How about right now?”

“Why not” Mary replied with a smile.

“I’m going to get undressed and get comfortable in bed.”

“Me too.”

“Are you going to use a vibrator?”

“Yes.”

“Let me know when you’re ready.”

Mary undressed, took the vibrator (which she christened ‘Ray’ the first time she did a strip tease in front of me) and the lube, and lay back on the pillow, with the computer in front of her on the bed, between her legs. I lay down next to her, admiring her body and her excited face at the new game.

I started to fondle her breasts, but she gave me a playful slap on the hand and said with a smirk, “No touching. You are not invited to this game,” and stuck out her tongue provocatively.

Whether I was invited or not, I was certainly sure that lying next to Mary and watching her engage in erotic play was going to be a huge turn-on for me.

“I’m ready now, Matt,” said Mary.

“Me too,” Matthew replied. And he continued, “Molly, fondle both breasts with your hands and imagine they are my hands.”

Mary brought her hands to her breasts and began to grope them, closing her eyes to become more immersed in the game and allowing herself to be carried away by Matthew’s voice.

“I love your breasts, Molly. I can’t wait until Friday to stroke them, but in the meantime, I imagine I’m touching them.”

“I imagine you touching them, Matt. I like you fondling and kneading my breasts.”

“Now pinch your nipples hard and don’t let go until I tell you.”

Mary pinched her nipples and let out a slight moan.

“Pull them out, away from you, and imagine they are my hands,” Matthew added.

“Yes, I think of your strong hands grabbing my breasts and pulling on my nipples.”

“I can almost feel them from here; they sure are hard, aren’t they?”

“Yes.”

“Now leave one hand on your breasts and continue to caress them, and with the other, caress your clit. I have one hand around my cock, and I’m masturbating, imagining you naked in front of me, waiting for me.”

Mary began to caress her clitoris with the fingers of her right hand, making soft circles and occasionally sliding her fingers along the lips of her sex. I could tell by her breathing and panting that she was getting more and more aroused.

After several minutes, Matthew said, “Molly, let me know when you feel your pussy getting wet.”

She didn’t need to check to know it was, so she replied, “I already am.”

“I can imagine how delicious your pussy will be now, all wet and hot. All the times I’ve penetrated you with my cock, as I’ve gone inside you, I’ve thought it was wonderful. Imagine when I put my cock in you again this Saturday. Tell me what it feels like when I put it in you.”

“I like you fucking me. I like to feel your cock entering my body, opening up my sex, and parting the walls of my vagina.”

“Would you like to feel a cock inside you now?”

“Humm, yes, I need it.”

“Then take the vibrator and put the tip in. Just the tip.”

“Humm, that’s it.”

“Keep stroking your clitoris with one hand and, with the other, push the vibrator a little more inside you, just a little. I’ve got my hand on my cock, and I’m imagining it’s your pussy, and I’m going inside you little by little.”

“I’m going to put it in more.”

“No, not until I tell you to. Keep stroking your clit and you can pull out and put the vibrator in, but just a little, just as deep as it is now.”

For a while, Mary continued, and only her and Matthew’s gasps could be heard through the speakers.

After a while, Matthew continued, “Now you can put it in a little more, just a little more.”

“Please, I need it all the way in...”

“So ask me, and think of it as my cock; talk about it like I’m there and the vibrator is my cock.”

“Stick it in me, Matt; shove your cock all the way in.”

“Just a little more. Don’t be impatient.”

“I need to feel a cock inside me; put it all the way in; fuck me, Matt.”

“Okay, put it all the way in and leave it there, but remember, you can’t cum.”

Mary slammed the vibrator all the way in, and I’m sure she would have cum, but she bit her lip, pinched a nipple fiercely, and managed to hold back.

Next to her, watching her enjoy herself, her beautiful body on the verge of orgasm and exuding sexuality, I was getting more excited by the minute. My cock seemed to have thoughts of its own and was desperately trying to get erect, fighting a losing battle against the hardness of the cock cage. My testicles ached from the force with which the attempted erection was pulling at the ring behind them that held the cock cage in place.

I looked all over her body with longing, wanting to replace the vibrator with my cock, desparing that I would have to wait until Friday night. And not only that, I would have to wait for Matthew to fuck her first, to stick his cock in that desirable pussy, probably several times, to get my chance to penetrate Mary’s pussy and finally cum.

Martthew continued, “You can fully insert and slowly pull the vibrator in and out of your pussy. Imagine it’s my cock, and tell me what you feel. And remember, no coming. Let me know when you’re ready. I’m imagining I’m inside you. My cock is fully erect and hard as a rock.”

Mary, in a hoarse, breathy, excited voice, replied, “I feel your hard cock deep inside me. I like it when your cock enters me, when it cums, and when I feel your hot cum mixing with the fluids in my pussy. I don’t think I can take any more. I’m about to cum.”

“Wait, wait a little longer. Keep taking that cock in and out like it’s my own. Slowly. Feel every inch that goes inside you. I’m about to cum too; I imagine my hand is your pussy, and the lubricant is your fluids, oozing out of your channel.”

Mary kept pumping the vibrator in and out very slowly, with the pace set by Matthew, until she couldn’t take it anymore and said, “I need to come, Matt, please. I want you to speed up and push your thick cock all the way in ... I’m going to come ... I’m going to come ... Yes ... Yes...”

“Stop, Molly! Cut it out! Take your hands and the vibrator away!” shouted Matthew firmly. “You can’t cum. I’ve already let go of my cock.”

“Urgg ... Urgg ... Urgg...” said Mary in a breathless voice. “I was just about to.”

“Tomorrow we’ll reconnect in the evening. And on Friday, we can release all the desire we’re building up. Think about that. And remember, no orgasms. Goodbye,” Matthew said goodbye.

“‘Till tomorrow.”

Although I had not actively participated in their game, I was as excited as they were and felt my testicles ‘boiling’, wanting to expel the semen that accumulated in them, and my cock as hard as the metal of the cock cage that subjected it to reduced dimensions and a very painful downward curvature.

Mary looked at me and said in a broken voice, “I can’t wait to cum. I don’t know how you can resist.”

“I have no choice. Either you have my cock cage on or I’m tied up when you jerk me off and tease me,” I replied.

“Speaking of which,” I continued, “are you going to take it off and tease me this week?” Am I going to lick your pussy at night like every other week?”

“Neither, I’m afraid. I can’t cum, and as soon as you touched me with your tongue, I’d burst into a giant orgasm. And as for provoking you, I think that if I touched your cock or, simply, if I saw it erect, I wouldn’t resist for a second, and I’d fuck you desperately. But well, this way I’ll provoke you less, and you won’t have such a hard time, will you?”

I thought I was already getting really turned on watching Mary masturbate during the call with Matthew, and besides, instead of when I was being teased by her, which wasn’t every day, this I would have to endure every day, so even if I didn’t have to resist the edging, this would be almost worse.

And on top of that, I wouldn’t have the release of watching Mary cum with my tongue. Even though I didn’t orgasm when I licked her every day until she came, somehow watching her explode and releasing the sexual tension she was building up released some of mine as well. I would end up very aroused, but her orgasm would somehow ‘transfer’ to me and reduce my arousal slightly.

With the only sessions of the two of them, this week would be very, very hard for me to resist.

That night, as we went to bed and I spooned Mary in my arms, she took my hand in her hand and ran it all over her body, as if toying with it. I didn’t know if it was to excite her more or to somehow calm her desire, but it certainly made me very excited when she guided my hand with hers all over her body, caressing her hips and her belly, running it over her breasts, where I could feel her hard, swollen nipples, running it over her sex. My cock fought again, uselessly, against the unyielding cock cage. She would go on like that for a while, saying nothing, until she would take my hand on her belly and leave it there with our fingers intertwined. In the end, we both fell asleep.

Every day went by in a similar way, with audio calls during which the two of them masturbated until they were about to cum. Every day Mary got more and more aroused and reached the point where she was about to cum much sooner and had to exert more effort to avoid reaching orgasm.

As for me, I was getting more and more excited and craving more and more for Mary. In the evenings, when she would run my hand over her body, I couldn’t help but lick her neck and shoulders, savouring with relish the scent and saltiness of her sweaty, aroused body.

On Thursday, when the game was over, we confirmed the date for the next day, directly in the motel room, which Matthew had already booked, as on the previous Fridays.

That night, like the previous ones, when we were in bed, Mary began to guide my hand down her body. But instead of doing it quietly, she began to whisper, “I’m looking forward to tomorrow so I can fuck you both and finally cum. My skin is hypersensitive. I try to run your hand over my skin as a way of calming me down and lessening the excitement, but it’s worse. I get more excited. It’s a feeling similar to when you’ve been bitten by mosquitoes on your arm and you gently run your hand over it to calm yourself and avoid scratching. Sometimes it calms you down, but other times, it itches even more. This time, it gets me more and more aroused.”

She brought my hand to the entrance of her vagina, which was wet, and continued, “Look, I’m dripping with desire to fuck; check it out,” and pushed my fingers inside her vagina, which was effectively soaking wet. She slowly withdrew them and rested them on her clitoris, which was swollen and sensitive. Then she brought them back inside her. Gradually, she picked up the rhythm, moving my fingers from inside her to her clitoris and back in again, each time deeper and deeper.

She started panting and fondling her breasts with her other hand. I, for my part, started caressing her back with my free hand. Her rhythm and arousal increased, until suddenly she said, “To hell with it! I can’t wait for tomorrow! I need you to fuck me right now!”

She took from the bedside table the little chain where the key to my cock cage was attached and released my cock, which instantly became erect.

I didn’t need any more; I jumped on her and started kissing and licking her all over her body, while my hands were running all over her body at the same time, eagerly feeling every inch of her skin. The sensations of my hands, my mouth, and my whole body were mixing in my head in a whirlwind.

It reminded me of what I had read about synaesthesia, which is the characteristic of some people to perceive stimuli from one sense to another, like hearing a sound when tasting a food or feeling a taste when seeing a certain color. I thought I now understood people who have this ability. In my head, the feel of Mary’s skin, the sight of her body, the taste my tongue and lips were picking up, her words and gasps reaching my ears, all intermingled, such was my excitement and my desire to be with her.

Mary was caressing and kissing me as passionately as I was, writhing and rubbing herself against me with her whole body.

She spread her legs and, looking into my eyes, said, “Fuck me, Charley. I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel your cum filling me.”

I positioned my cock at the opening of her vagina and began to slowly penetrate her. She was soaking wet and dilated; I entered smoothly and without any difficulty into what felt like a warm, soft, and welcoming cavity.

After all the excitement of the week, as I felt the pleasure of being inside her, I had to try hard not to come immediately. Mary wrapped her arms and legs around me. I started pounding away, pumping my cock in and out, and she came straight away, unleashing my orgasm as well. A very intense orgasm, like few others, ran through my whole body. My testicles contracted and expelled streams and streams of semen generated and accumulated during a whole week of horniness.

After a few seconds to recover and enjoy the sensation, she continued, moving against me, rubbing her pubis and clitoris against my pubis, and chaining orgasm after orgasm. I watched her enjoy it, and although I couldn’t ejaculate as quickly again, I kept my erection and enjoyed watching her flushed face, her eyes closed, and her mouth half open as she gasped and let out a little scream each time she reached a new climax.

After a long time of enjoying each other, we fell asleep spooning and cuddling. After a few hours, before I knew it, I was caressing her and inserting my cock, erect again, into her vagina from behind. We both reached orgasm again and fell asleep again.

The next morning, after showering, Mary put on my cock cage, and we headed to our office.

In the afternoon, as we transformed into Molly and Buck, we commented that we had ‘cheated’ in the game and hadn’t managed to last without coming. Formally, the cheating had been done by Mary, as she was the one ‘playing’ and having the sessions with Matthew. I was not supposed to participate, and it was assumed that I would continue with the cock cage until Friday night.

We hesitated whether or not to tell Matthew. In the end, we headed for the motel without having made a decision. We had an attitude that reminded me of students who have done some prank that no one knows about yet and are going to have a meeting with the school principal. Will they tell him? Will he find out?

When we got to the room, we knocked on the door, and Matthew opened it and greeted us with “Hi Molly, Hi Buck.”

Once inside, Matthew pounced on Mary and began to kiss and grope her eagerly.

Mary responded, though with less enthusiasm than he did. He kept kissing and fondling her until he noticed that I was standing in the middle of the room, kind of hesitating. Then he said, “Buck, you know your place. You’re not supposed to be visible or participate.”

I took the chair, went to the closet, and sat there, closing the doors and looking through the slats in the door.

From there, I watched as Matthew removed his clothes, then removed Mary’s, and continued to hug and caress her naked body.

He gently but firmly pushed her shoulders until she was kneeling in front of him, her mouth inches from his cock.

“Go on, suck me off so I can hold out longer when I put it into you, or I’ll cum too soon, and you sure wouldn’t want that, would you?” said Matthew.

Mary opened her mouth, took the tip in, and started licking his cock. Little by little, she was admitting more and more of his shaft, until she had as much as she could fit in her mouth, with the tip of his cock touching the entrance to her throat and her lips wrapped around his thick cock.

She started bobbing her head up and down, pulling his cock out and putting it back in, until he held her head in both hands and said, “I can’t take it anymore; I’m going to cum; here’s the cum from all week. Don’t swallow it; I want to see it.”

He stayed still and ejaculated in her mouth for a long time. He must have accumulated a huge amount of cum. When he finished, he said to Mary, “Molly, show me your mouth. I want to see everything I’ve built up before you swallow it.”

Mary opened her mouth and showed him a large amount of white, viscous semen. Then she closed her mouth, and I watched as she swallowed all the cum. I thought that Mathew, the two times she had given him a blowjob, hadn’t even asked if she wanted to swallow his cum or not. He seemed to take it for granted that she should. I knew she didn’t care, but that indicated an attitude on his part. However, as Mary used to say, on these dates she became a totally different person. If she had been the real ‘Mary’, she would not have admitted that he took it for granted that she had to swallow it, but in her role as Molly, she let him lead and direct her.