Minx roundel

Zoe and Lana kissing behind my back and petting their brains out, at least by their increasingly loud moaning, drove me crazy. I wasn’t aloud to look, my arms were bound tightly behind my back, even starting to hurt a bit in my shoulders, and on top of that my mouth was stuffed with panties straining my jaw and drying my mouth. The drool on my chest and thighs started to annoy me as well, but not nearly as much as my craving cock in that metal thing they imprisoned it in. Who the heck had such ideas to invest such evil device?

Then Zoe addressed me in a rather careless voice: “Open your eyes now.”

From the sound of it, her tongue was right back on Lana’s tongue. But I got to see again. It hadn’t been too dark but my eyes still had to slowly adapt to the sunlight on the clearance. Then a shirt flew in front of me, cream-white, obviously Zoe’s. You guessed right that didn’t help my horny predicament either. The girls had started to undress themselves now, getting even more passionate, and one piece after another was wildly thrown on the clearance in front of me, littering the grass all over. Lana’s whine red blouse, then two bras in quick succession: a white, laced one and the second a dark pink.

Lana’s interruption of kisses and moaning wasn’t meant for me though I still heard it loud and clear: “Your breasts are beautiful, Zoe. So round and soft. It’s a pleasure to touch them.”

“Lead me to heaven.”, Zoe moaned, “Squeeze my butter.”

I wished she was telling me that. Maybe later? Meanwhile there was a bigger pause of their making out and their skirts, a summer blue and a dark grey, joined the chaos on the clearance, followed by a pair of white panties. I wondered what color the panties in my mouth were. They must have been naked now behind my back, except for socks and shoes. More fumbling sounds with the bag substituted the moaning.

Zoe sounded a bit socked: “Oh wow, that looks impressive. I am not sure I can take this.”

Again, my mind couldn’t resist to imagine she was standing meaning me. But at the moment, nothing could stand in my crotch, thanks to that metal torture device locked on me. Besides, what did she even mean?

I had never heard Lana speak so softly, when she asked: “May I try it with you, Zoe. I would love to take you to heaven and back.”

I guess Zoe nodded since soon enough the moaning starting with a big gasp, and went crazy as never before. I could distinguish Lana’s work panting from Zoe’s pitching ecstatic moaning. She was clearly getting off, getting wilder and louder in waves. I wished there was a mirror on the clearance or at least a pond of water so I got a chance for a peek of their action here or there. Since there wasn’t, I could only focus on the pornographic sounds behind me contrasting the innocent view of nature I had. I craved to become part of such fun, too. This clearly wasn’t the threesome I had wished for.

While having nothing else to do but endure my pitiful predicament, I counted Zoe crying out very loud and long exactly five times. After the fifth height of her moaning, the action seemed to have stopped and both girls were panting for air.

“That was amazing, Lana.”, Zoe confessed, “Let me do you next. I want to return the favor.”

Although the response was calm, I noticed a certain craving in the undertone of Lana when she said: “Come kiss me down there, my love. Collect my nectar with this.”

I could nothing but also want to taste their juices. The next action still started without me, and slowly it did but then went off even crazier. Lana moaned and cried in pleasure as if there was no tomorrow. If it had been due to me, I would have gotten embarrassed by potential listeners and annoyed by her sounds, but very proud as well how well and often I made her cum. I wondered what made Zoe’s tongue so wonderful and wanted to have it for myself even more. This time I counted nine times until both of them collapsed gasping.

Finally, after a longer break that made me almost worried what had happened to them, Zoe moved in front of me removing the panties from my mouth. My jaw kept hanging dropped completely as I appreciated her beautiful, naked body with my eyes. I could satisfy my hunger for her beauty which my mind devoured. Noticing my gaze wandering over her body and lingering on her breasts hanging ripe as grapes on two slender, smooth trees of legs produced a warm smile on her face. Her lap was wet all over the place, with drops of sweat clinging on her, only few ones running down. Her black hair was hanging down her top, most of it sticking to her silky skin.

“Would you like some, too?”, she asked me friendly but determined.

Finally, I got to get another hand job from her or something better. I instinctively opened my legs a bit more so she had easy access to free my cock aching for freedom to extend as intended. But instead, Lana joined my view as well, naked except for socks and shoes in the same way. I couldn’t resist to notice her physical beauty, different from Zoe's. She was a bit taller, her tits a bit more perky and less voluminous, but each still big enough to easily more than fill my hand. With her natural blonde hair and athletic body, she was a hottie to admire by any male like me. Her skin was glittering all over the space as well from sweat, her crotch a clear highlight of reflection. In her right hand, she held an item I had heard of but never seen before. Approaching me she forcefully stuck a flashlight-like item on the ground in front of me. The top exposed an artificial, small pussy stuffed into it, all with lips and a big, swollen sphere on one end. A slimy liquid had dripped and sprayed all over it.

Lana looked at me with a gleeful grin: “Time to feed you.” She pulled up the phone from her left hand, pointing at me: “Worship Zoe by licking up all juice. Do it slow and as if it was hers.”

I glanced up to Zoe who still smiled at me, nearly as if her hand petted my head and gently touched my face. She nodded encouragingly. So, I did what I felt I had to do.

I bowed down to the fake pussy in a tube, again, not as easy with arms still bound on my back. My knees and legs already started to hurt as well on a ground with few soft grasses crushed under my weight.

Before I got in full contact, I already sensed a heavy, new odor. This was how women smelled, I noted, and especially, my girl Zoe. I tried to forget the camera rolling on me as I was still naked, about to touch and lick a smeared pocket pussy. How shameful. But I did for Zoe who was watching me quite expecting.

First, I kissed the pussy, tasting the juicy fully touching my lips. Zoe’s wonderful pussy juice, I assumed. I licked my lips, enjoying and swallowing the not so delicious nectar in delight. The slime was nothing I ever wanted to devour for the pleasure of taste, but even more for the sexual satisfaction and pleasing her. I was more than eager to proof I accepted her fully, with all the nasty side business Humans and especially women came with, their sweat, their farts, their toilet business, her bloody days. Not that I wanted to have anything to do with it, hell no. But it was part of their nature, as it partly was mine. How better to show her my acceptance and support by gladly accepting her juice into my body, running it by my taste buds without any frown. She hopefully would do the same with my jism eventually.

Dutifully, I followed up my running my tongue over the fake pussy, slowly but persistent, diverging in different directions and patterns. I followed the lips, played with the big, obvious dot poking out at the end, understanding it was the peak spot, and returned as I had once heard to spread out when in action, and take it on one step at a time. With it being a toy, I received no feedback how Zoe might have liked it. I would have loved to react my efforts to it but at the moment I could only focus to give the girls a good show, expressing my affection and submission to their pleasure.

After what felt for me like an eternity, straining the untrained power of tongue, there was none of the praised juice left on the pussy and around the tube. I had completely exchanged it with my saliva and done some more service to the lips, smacking some departing kisses before I withdraw panting in exhaustion and a slight ecstasy. My cock was twitching in its prison against the anticipation. Now for the real thing maybe? Part of me hoped not, since I wouldn’t have been able to repeat such an industrious lean-in.

“Look what an obedient little bitch we have here, Zoe.”, Lana remarked, “Eagerly licked up all my juice from this nasty fleshlight.”

Being confronted with a self-deception, I shuddered a bit within.

Lana giggled nastily, pointing a finger at me: “You did think it was Zoe’s, didn’t you?” She laughed her ass off.

Now Zoe patted my head for real, but said nothing.

When Lana had calmed down wandering around, she announced: “It probably makes you eager for the real deal.”

She came back with a dildo fixed on a kind of small plate through a ring strapped onto it. The plate itself had more straps on the sides. Lana exchanged the tube in front of me with the dildo, using tent pegs until it stuck reliably on the ground. She grabbed me by my hair pulling my face closer to it. Now the dildo looked even larger, though I had already seen it must have been way bigger than my real cock. The dildo was a remake of a fully erect, cock, ebony dark as the night, the shaft ending with big balls on a suction cup, the foreskin fully stretched out completely revealing a big glans at the upper end close to my mouth now on the other end. My body shivered now, and I wasn’t sure of all the mixed feelings I had. This just had been in Zoe’s holy grotto with a clear juice covering it all over. I still would have loved to taste her, but licking a dildo? Lana’s recording device was still out there, and looking around there, Zoe was aiming her phone at me as well now. Knowing what to do, I started kissing and licking the dildo at the top and some spots of its shaft. A first portion of its juice stuck on my lips which I licked with relish. Now I had been assured it was Zoe’s; besides it was the only alternative left.

Lana had suddenly gotten angry: “Stop the non-sense, boy. That is a cock in front of you. It needs more aggressive action. Get down on it now or I’ll help you.”

Her intimidation made me resume with vigor. I never had sucked a cock before, of course, and fortunately this dildo would not get flaccid by any means nor be disturbed by any teeth touching it. Instinctively, I put my mouth over its glans, playing my tongue on it up and down, realizing soon that this was a fruitless effort since nobody felt it, and the girls would hardly notice my vigilance. Instead, I bopped my head up and down, producing some friction on my lips. This way at least, I didn’t rely on my exhausted tongue anymore but so far rather relaxed muscles.

“Yeah,” Lana supported this change, “But deeper, harder, faster now. Give a good head.”

Both girls chuckled. I went further down, the glans quickly hitting my throat which made me stop there. When I didn’t know how to proceed any further, most of the shaft still remaining outside my mouth, Lana put her foot on the back of my head, pushing me down with sheer force. The glans entered my throat and drove deep towards my stomach, making me gag in tears and my nose run instantly. I groaned muffled the dildo blocking any air flow, struggling with getting air, swallowing, and an overall unpleasant, hurtful dildo deep in my throat. All my body strove to lean up and throw it out. Just I couldn’t, my hands and arms fighting against their unforgiving bonds. Lana dropped all her weight on the foot on my head until my parted lips touched the balls, forcing me down there for ages, suffocating on a dildo. I surely didn’t care about tasting Zoe’s nectar anymore but rather getting air and surviving this encounter.

I was unable to count, not even sure for how long I could hold my breath in general. When I was dizzy my eye lids partly closing the curtains, Lana not only put her foot off, but grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up, letting me gasp for air. A few seconds later, I was down on the balls again pushed by her ever-holding grip on my scalp. I didn’t have any force left to significantly resist. Again, she lifted me up to grasp for air.

After a few more times I was unable to count, she dropped me aside, provokingly adding: “Well done, bitch. Makes a good clip with your suffering, hehe.”

Though I wasn’t able to wish for anything, being relieved it seemed to be over, with me being still alive, Zoe sat beside me and produced a bottle to my lips, slowly sipping water in my mouth, waiting for me to swallow.

She attended further, until I had slowly consumed around half the bottle, quenching my sore throat with cool water. Her touch holding me up and guiding me chin was so gentle. I have to admit, this was a lovely reward, though I wasn’t sure I would have ever made such a trade, all the humiliation and videos for her lovely care about me, if I have had the free choice before our walk into the woods.

It was all so silent when we were hanging around, me still recovering from me being throated. The girls dressed and Lana released my arms.

When I was attentive again, looking around for my clothes, Zoe looked at me with hopeful lights in her eyes: “And, who’s panties did you have in your mouth? Answer me now.”

I thought about it for a second. Zoe’s. I wished it had been Zoe’s. It must have been Zoe’s, since she was the first to be pleasured for orgasms on end.

“Yours, Zoe.”, I replied with a smile, longing for the heaven joining with her between her legs and being held in her gentle arms.

Zoe sighed.

Lana intervened with a shrieking noise like a bad action sound in a game show: “Eeeehrr! Wrong, boy. It was mine!”

She laughed spitefully. I felt embarrassed, not so much for entertaining Lana with my bad choice, but much more for obviously disappointing Zoe. How could I have disappointed her? I felt like a big failure.

Lana poked into my fresh, mental wound: “And that despite you had a good taste of our juices getting to know which one was which. Couldn’t you have compared? Were you dreaming, or what? Wake up, dreamer!”

I nearly sunk down, wanting to disappear into the ground. Zoe instead stood up rising over me, like a judge sentencing me with a stern but objective voice: “Your punishment is not getting to cum today.”

My heart sank down. All hopes for her heaven’s hand touch like yesterday were lost. Overall, that wasn’t too bad, and I was relieved I could redeem myself.

She continued: “Further, you have to wear Lana’s panties for the next four days. That’s how seldom boys change their underwear, right? You are only allowed to clean it with your mouth during that time. That’ll be it.”

Wearing panties?! As a boy?! I didn’t know what to think of it. If anybody saw, I would be the joke of the school for months, if not even for years. I already considered which trousers would best cover the panties most reliably. Actually, with owning only dark trousers, it should be all possible. I would have had to be careful with squatting down, but except for that, I should be safe. Nobody was usually interested in the underwear boys wore.

Lana still chuckled and calmly announced: “We’ll walk with you again tomorrow. Don’t cheat on us or you know what will happen. We’ll check on your imprisonment as well. Tell no-one or you know what will happen. We got a nice collection of our little porn star here by now.”

With that, Zoe dropped my clothes in front of me and both of them left, leaving me ample time to redress and make my way home, reflecting on what had just happened.