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Caitlin supervised. Beth and Daphne groomed Tea Biscuit with even more care than usual. Tea Biscuit was confused when Beth removed the ring that pierced the glans of his penis. Amy just watched.
The dummy, named Marianne, looked utterly ridiculous to Beth, a plastic life-sized female on her hands and knees with her round female butt high in the air and her female parts blatantly exposed. However, her skin and hair felt real enough and the electric blanket had made her feel life warm and life-like. Emily slipped the sterile plastic sleeve into her always-welcoming plastic vagina and splashed her with a musky scent.
Beth looked at the dummy and then at Amy. Amy's anxious expression reflected Beth's ambiguity. Beth snorted. “Don't worry, Amy. As cute as Marianne is, you're still my girl.”
“Did someone bring her soiled panties?” Caitlin asked.
Amy looked at Beth. Beth looked at Daphne and Daphne looked at Amy.
Beth shrugged her shoulders. “I can help,” she volunteered and disappeared into the rest room. She returned a few moments later, panties in hand.
Tea Biscuit was even more confused when Daphne slipped a hood over his head and cuffed his wrists. He didn't recall that he had done anything wrong. No one seemed at all angry with him and their dreaded cattle prods hung untouched at their belts.
Daphne held the lead attached to his nose ring. Amy held his right arm and Beth held his left arm. Caitlin trailed as they led him stumbling to the rarely used stall.
“Tea Biscuit, meet Marianne,” announced Caitlin. “She's a real stag-hag slut.” “Stag-hag” was demeaning jargon for a female who preferred sex with males.
Tea Biscuit couldn't see anything. He felt Marianne's warm buttocks against his naked thighs. He leaned forward and nuzzled her hair and inhaled her scent. Something stirred inside him.
“Fuck her, Tea Biscuit fuck her good,” Daphne urged.
Tea Biscuit felt a warm hand rest softly on his flank.
“She wants you,” Beth whispered in his ear. “She really wants you - so bad.”
Caitlin pressed the warm panties against Tea Biscuit's face.
The scent filled Tea Biscuit's head. He wanted Beth and she was so close. In his imagination, he saw her naked at the Reservoir. Beth whispered something unintelligible and her warm breath seared his face. He wanted her so desperately. He pictured the soft curve of her breasts and her tight sassy female ass. He imagined the warm, wet place hidden between her thighs. He wanted her so. In his fervid mind, she wanted him too. He was rampant. Without volition, he thrust against Marianne's always accepting body. He slid right into her vaginal opening. He thrust again and again, the intense sensations erupting from his sex driving his rhythmic thrusting.
Caitlin pulled on a latex glove. She reached between his thighs and gently cupped his balls. “That's it, fuck her good,” she implored. His breaths came in gasps and grunts.
“Fuck her good. Oh, she wants it so bad,” Amy pleaded. Perspiration made Tea Biscuit's naked body gleam in the soft light. His strong thighs pounded Marianne's firm plastic ass. With his powerful assault, Marianne shook on her sturdy anchors.
Caitlin slid her index finger forward and pressed against the under side of Tea Biscuit's cock. He groaned as if in pain and erupted. Gobs of sperm gushed into the waiting receptacle. Tea Biscuit threw himself forward onto Marianne's back. He rested and gasped to catch his breath. Exhausted, every muscle was limp.
Caitlin wasn't quite finished yet. She jammed two fingers up his muscular ass, plunging past his anal sphincter. Tea Biscuit groaned and tried weakly to twist away. Undeterred, Caitlin found his prostate gland and massaged it vigorously – forcing a second orgasm and a third, emptying him of sperm. He was totally spent. His fourth orgasm was totally dry and unproductive, leaving him with a dull ache in his balls.
Beth rubbed the back of Tea Bsicuit's neck. His skin was hot and sweaty to her touch. “Do you think he's in love with little Marianne?” she quipped brightly.
Tea Biscuit was crying when they pried him off Marianne and led him stumbling back to his stall.
“Good night, baby,” Beth comforted him before locking the door of the stall behind her. “I'll bring you a biscuit tomorrow.
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