Chapter 3: The mouthguard ritual
The room was filled with a heavy, charged silence, the air thick with anticipation and the scent of their combined arousal. Luna's hand, still wrapped around Casper's throbbing cock, began to move slowly, her thumb tracing circles around the sensitive head. Emma, her blue eyes locked onto Casper's, reached into her mouth and removed the yellow mouthguard, a string of saliva stretching between it and her lips before snapping, landing on Casper's chest with a soft, wet sound.
"Taste yourself, Casper," she purred, holding the mouthguard out to him.
Casper hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking between Luna and Emma, before he took the mouthguard from Luna's hand. He stuck his tongue out, lapping at the drool-covered silicone, moaning slightly at the taste of his own salty pre-cum mixed with Luna's saliva. The sight of him tasting himself, his eyes rolling back in pleasure, sent a fresh wave of lust coursing through Luna. She couldn't wait any longer. She needed to feel that thick cock inside her, stretching her, filling her up.
He took it, his eyes never leaving hers, and licked the silicone clean, savoring the salty, tangy flavor of his own pre-cum. Luna couldn't help but smile, her pussy throbbing in anticipation. She loved a man who wasn't afraid to get dirty.
Emma, not wanting to be left out, reached into Luna's mouth and removed the crimson mouthguard. She held it out to Casper, her blue eyes gleaming with lust. "Here, have a taste of Luna's spit," she said, her voice low and sultry.
Casper's eyes widened slightly as he took the mouthguard from Emma, his mind racing with a mix of dirty thoughts and anticipation. Unable to resist temptation, he stuck the mouthguard between his teeth, savoring the salty and musky taste of Luna's spit. It was an erotic sensation as unexpected as it was arousing.
Luna smirked as she watched Casper's reaction. Meanwhile, Emma made her way behind him, pressing her naked body against his, allowing him to feel her soft and inviting curves.
The girls, with malicious glee, began to spit directly into the face of the man as he was deeply engrossed in his peculiar fetish. The saliva splattering against his skin made it difficult for him to breathe, but the arousal coursing through his veins only seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. The girls, sensing his mounting excitement, decided to focus solely on his obsession with mouths, spit, and mouthguards. They began to devise new ways to tantalize him using the mouthguards. One girl would take a mouthguard, coat it liberally with her saliva, and then force it into his mouth. Once it was securely in place, she would pull it out, making sure to rub the spit-covered silicone across his face, leaving a trail of wetness that glistened in the dim light. The other girl would then take her turn, repeating the process with equal enthusiasm. The man, caught up in the intensity of the situation, would moan each time a mouthguard was removed, his eyes rolling back in his head as he reveled in the taste of their saliva and the sensation of the silicone against his skin. The girls, seeing his obvious pleasure, continued their torment, each one trying to outdo the other in their efforts to satisfy his unique desires. The man, lost in the sensory overload, could only surrender himself to the whims of the girls, his body trembling with each new wave of pleasure that washed over him. The room, once filled with the sounds of laughter and conversation, was now silent except for the wet sounds of spit and the man's moans of pleasure. The girls, their faces flushed with excitement, continued their assault on the man, determined to push him to the brink of ecstasy. The man, in turn, surrendered himself to their whims, his body writhing in a dance of pleasure and pain, as the girls continued to tease and tantalize him with their mouthguards and saliva. As the night wore on, the man's body grew more and more taut, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared the point of no return. The girls, sensing his impending climax, redoubled their efforts, their hands and mouths working in perfect harmony to bring him to the edge. The man, unable to hold back any longer, let out a primal roar as he came, his body shuddering with the force of his release. The girls, satisfied with their handiwork, watched as the man slumped forward, spent and exhausted.
Luna, her eyes gleaming with lust, grabbed a bright green mouthguard and slipped it over her teeth. She straddled Casper, her pussy hovering just above his cock, and leaned in close.
"You like that, don't you, you filthy little slut?" she growled, her voice muffled by the mouthguard. "You love feeling our spit all over your face, your chest, your cock. You're rock hard, aren't you? Just from us spitting on you."
Casper could only nod, his eyes glazed over with lust. Luna's words, combined with the sensation of her saliva-covered mouthguard against his skin, had him on the edge of explosion. He could feel his cock throbbing, aching to be inside one of these beautiful, insatiable women.
Luna, still straddling him, reached down and grabbed his cock, positioning it at the entrance of her pussy. She looked him dead in the eye, her green irises burning with intensity.
"I'm going to ride you, Casper," she said, her voice low and dominant. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't know what hit you. And then, when I'm done, Emma's going to take her turn. We're going to use you, Casper.
But first, we will put on this gasmask on your face. You will also be sealed in a vacuum bed. We will pump out all the air, it will be completely airtight. Your senses will be heightened, you will feel every touch, every thrust, every fucking sensation, ten times more intense. And then, when you're about to blow your load, we'll let the air back in, and you'll cum like you've never cum before. Harder, longer, and more intense than you ever thought possible. Does that sound like something you'd like, Casper?"
Casper's eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat. The enormous mouthguard in his mouth pressed against his teeth and gums and caused him to drool uncontrollably. Emma picked up a large gasmask with hoses attached to it, ready to make Casper suffer even more. She held it up, showing it to him.
"Now, Casper, you're going to wear this," she said, her voice laced with sadistic pleasure. "It's going to make you feel everything ten times more intense. You're going to feel every thrust, every touch, every fucking sensation. And when you're about to cum, we'll let the air back in, and you'll explode like a fucking firework."
Casper nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear. Emma slipped the gasmask over his head, securing it tightly around his neck.
Casper felt the world around him begin to blur, as if he had stepped into a dream. His senses seemed to heighten, as if he was becoming more attuned to the world around him. The mask, a sleek piece of technology, seemed to block out all external noise, leaving him in a cocoon of silence. He could feel the cool, smooth silicone of the mouthguard pressing against his teeth, the sensation both comforting and slightly disconcerting. The mask was a familiar companion, one that he had worn countless times before, but the anticipation that came with each use never seemed to wane. His own breath, hot and humid, rebounded off the mask and filled his mouth. It was a sensation that he had grown accustomed to, but one that never failed to make him feel alive. His heart pounded in his chest, a steady rhythm that seemed to echo the beating of a drum. The anticipation that had been building within him grew stronger, a swirling vortex of emotions that threatened to consume him. His cock throbbed with anticipation, a constant reminder of the journey that lay ahead. There was a twinge of fear that accompanied the excitement, a small voice in the back of his mind warning him of the dangers that lay ahead. But he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the task at hand.
Luna, straddling him, positioned herself above his cock. She looked down at him, her green eyes burning with lust and dominance. "You ready for this, little slut?"
Emma grabbed one of the hoses attached to the gasmask and screwed a dildo to the end. She proceeded to put this dildo in her pussy, forcing Casper to breathe in her pungent smell.
"You're going to smell my cunt, Casper," she said, her voice laced with sadistic pleasure. "You're going to breathe in my scent, taste my juices, and then you're going to fucking worship it with your tongue."
Casper could only nod, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear. The gasmask seemed to amplify every sensation, and he could already feel his heart pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing with need.
Luna, her green eyes gleaming with lust, took his cock in her hand, guiding it to her entrance. She was soaking wet, her pussy lips swollen and ready. She rubbed the head of his cock against her clit, a low moan escaping her mouthguard-covered lips.
"Fuck, you're so wet," Casper groaned, his voice muffled by the mouthguard and gasmask.
"All for you, baby," Luna purred, as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock. She took it inch by inch, her pussy stretching to accommodate his size.
Luna's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt him fill her up, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it slid inside her, the sensation amplified by the gasmask. She began to move, her hips rolling in slow, sensual circles, her pussy clenching around him.
"Fuck, Luna," Casper groaned, his hands gripping her hips, digging into her flesh. "You feel so fucking good."
Emma, watching them, felt a surge of jealousy and arousal.