Glenda was sucking Troy's cock. Loudly and aggressively. Troy was nearly paralyzed by the overwhelming intensity of the sensation, and the affront to his dignity and autonomy. Carol was watching in the afterglow of the orgasm she had just given herself. Her nipples were dark and erect. Her swollen pussy lips were barely visible through the dense thatch of pubic hair that grew on her mound.
Troy trembled and shook. Pleasurable sensations burst from his rigid penis, washing through him involuntarily. Waves of revulsion and mortification arced through his body and mind. He twisted in afflicted sexual euphoria. Part of him wanted to vomit. He couldn't think or speak. He used all his will simply to endure.
He was quite drunk. Several large shots of moonshine whisky. He felt like a depraved whore. Everything that he valued and held sacred he had sold out in an attempt to survive. He had put on makeup, dressed in heels, stockings and garters, danced and displayed his body and fetishes. And where had it gotten him? Surrounded and engulfed by his leering, lecherous cousins and an aunt who enslaved, objectified and raped him. Nothing he did mattered. He was condemned to this fate. He wailed out his forlorn love for Kevin, disguising it as a cry of lust. He could sink no lower.
Glenda sucked relentlessly. Carol stared, consumed with hungry lust. Troy choked for breath. Sweat dripped from his body. His mascara was running. He croaked a short series of tortured cries as Glenda continued her oral assault on his ravaged, rigid little cock.
Troy was in the oddest state of detached confusion he had ever experienced. His mind was numb. He couldn't think. He was not turned on or excited. Yet his penis was erect and throbbing. His little balls pulsed and surged, heavy and swollen with the load that he had not shot in so many days now. He felt feverish. Lost. Helpless. Used and raped. Empty.
Little wet, slick sounds emanated from Carol's hot pussy as she gently stroked it. "Maybe you oughta take a break, huh, Glen?" she suggested. "If he was gonna cum like that, I think he woulda already."
Glenda paused for about a half-second, then redoubled her efforts. She was sucking almost impossibly hard. The sensation was painful on Troy's poor, rigid, tortured penis. He groaned out loud. He choked at the end of it, sobbing in his misery and suffering.
After about another minute, Glenda relented, and released his member, flicking his balls lightly with her tongue. "Mebbe yer right, Carol. I dunno, Tiger... yer so hard, baby... like a flagpole... ya gonna cum like this? There somethin' else I can do? Anything, Tiger, just tell me what it is, tell me how you want it..."
"I dunno," Troy gasped. His head was buzzing with over-stimulation and alcohol. "It feels so good, Gumdrop, it feels so good... I love it... But I don't know if I'm gonna cum like that..." He was trying to think clearly. He had to please her, convince her that he wanted her, was attracted to her. Now he had the hardon that he needed so badly, but it wasn't helping. If he could have just shot a load in a minute, this all would have been over, but now...
"I could... I could, like, talk to ya again..." Glenda mused out loud. She had his penis grasped gently in her right hand, and was slowly stroking it up and down. Troy wished she would just let him go, leave him alone. And Carol was looking on, an intent expression on her face. What was she thinking? Troy was overwhelmed.
He shot a look at Glenda, then a quick, sideways glance towards Carol. "I... don't know if that's the best idea... right now."
"I got an idea that might help," Carol offered.
Glenda deflated a little. She clearly wanted to make Troy cum all on her own. Troy was dying. He needed to make her feel wanted and loved. Sexy. If she started feeling jealous or left out... "Ok, Carol. I'm all ears of corn, maybe a whole row. What're ya thinkin'?"
"Well, he got a hardon that won't quit. He's clear turned on. Might be kinda overworked though. There was that one boy that got too turned on that time, 'member? Bobby? Only way to get him off was the butt, right?"
Troy's drunken mind shot through with alarm. He had played with his butt many times, but only inserted one finger. He wanted to keep his virginity, as he saw it, for a man to take. He wanted his anus tight and ready to be stretched by a cock, for the first time.
"Yeah, I remember Bobby... What ya got in mind? We don't got permission fer th' toy chest yet."
"Cookie press?" Carol offered.
Glenda thought for a second, still gently stroking Troy's engorged tool. "Ok, that might work. I get the nozzle though, you're the plunger, alright?" Cookie press? What the hell were they talking about?
"You know I wouldn't have it no other way!" Carol grinned, snaking her tongue out briefly across her upper lip.
"Ok, Tiger, we're gonna try somethin' here ok? You jes' relax. Don't be scared, your li'l Gumdrop got ya, she gonna take so good care o' ya. I want yer load, Tiger. I want it so bad. I wanna make ya cum, I wanna see, feel it. Taste it. Taste every bit of ya, Tiger. Ok, here we go, alright? Jes' trust us. Let it go, relax, and gimme yer cum. Please Tiger, I want it. All of it. Please give it t' me. Won'cha? Won'cha give it t' me?"
Carol chuckled. "Alright there, Troy. Come on, baby! Upsy daisy!" So saying, she and Glenda gathered him in their arms and hoisted him in the air. Troy gasped and flailed his arms briefly, but he was well supported. Between the two of these heavy, thick, strong women, his weight was not even a challenge.
The two held him high in the air, with his head almost scraping the ceiling. They faced each other, with Troy in between them, supported by his thighs, his legs spread wide open. Glenda faced his front, his cock pointed right at her face. Carol faced his rear. "Now, you jes' relax, Troy," Carol said. "Jes' open up, trust yer cousins here, an' we'll take so good care o' ya."
