Backstage Without the Magician - Part 2
by Anonymous
After putting us back together, Faith and Rochelle told us to go take a break and get cleaned up while they set up the next bit. "Clean your feet, too." Rochelle called as we picked up our clothes and headed to the bathrooms.
"So, how'd you like that?" my girlfriend, the magicians' daughter, asked. I had been checking myself out, making sure there weren't any seams.
"You said you wanted our first time to be special - that certainly was special." I didn't add the other words I was thinking, such as terrifying or freakish. Of course, considering all of the other stuff we've done with some of her "toys," you'd think I'd be used to anything by now.
I cleaned up and redressed, then met everyone else backstage. There were three gorgeous women with three boxes waiting for me, all in bikinis. The three boxes looked like upright coffins, only a little taller and made of flat metal panels. The front of the two outmost boxes had seven holes of various sizes. The one in the middle had six. My imagination filled in what they were for - two girls and a guy with everything hanging out. The boner was back.
My magical mistress said "Faith and Rochelle want to have a little fun, too, as payback for their help today. I hope you don't mind."
Seeing the three of them in those bikinis automatically negated the possibility of my saying no to anything they wanted to do.
"You did clean your feet, didn't you?" Rochelle asked. Again with the feet. I had, indeed, cleaned my feet and purposely left off my socks and shoes. Putting my feet back into those things probably would've canceled out the wash-up.
Faith pulled out a quarter and turned to Rochelle. "Call it." she said as she flipped it into the air. When it came up in her favor, Rochelle said "Great. I get to play magician." She started things off by taking on a slightly deeper voice, presumably her impression of their magician, and said "...and now for my next trick..." This got a giggle out of Faith. She turned to the other two women and said "Ladies, you know what to do." As the other two sprang into action, stepping into their boxes, Rochelle turned to me. "As for you..." She took my hand demurely and walked me to my box. Before I knew what was happening Rochelle started undoing my belt buckle. Then I saw two bikini tops fly out of the boxes to the left and right of me. I glanced to Faith's box just as the door closed. Looking to the other box my lady-friend's hands were sticking out of two of the holes mid-way up. She was trying to position her head through the large one and I could see the tips of her breasts protruding through two others.
My attentions were quickly returned to Rochelle, though, when she undid my fly and dropped my trousers to the floor. She wrapped a warm hand around my shaft and stepped in close. In a breathy whisper she asked "You're going to stay with us, aren't you?" There was almost a threat implied. "You might want to think about baseball, or whatever it is you do to stay in the game."
"Yes ma'am." was the only thing I could think of saying just then.
"Good. Then get in." Rochelle opened up the middle box.
I stepped out of my trousers and as I started to enter my girl-friend said "I could use a little help." She had got her head through the hole well enough, but as her fingers were pointing out, she was having a little trouble getting all of her breasts through. I heard Faith say "Me too." but before I could even contemplate helping out the other hapless assistant Rochelle went to offer her helping hands. I went over and gently took hold of her beautiful orbs and helped them come all the way out. I noticed what looked like mini-versions of the cuffs we used in the zigzag around each breast...around every opening, actually. "Could you get the rest of my hair through, too?" What hair wasn't outside the hole flowed down from her head, the dark curls cascading down and around each nipple.
Rochelle, coming over from Faith's box, shooed me away. "I'm the magician here." she said and pointed to my box. The door was open, robbing me of a full view of Faith's box and the parts I had never seen sticking out of it. While Rochelle was busy tugging hair, I took advantage of their distraction and glanced around the door. Faith's hair covered parts of her face, but I could see her full-lipped smile hovering over a pair of full and perky breasts.
Sated, I went into my box butt-first and closed the door. Taking a from-the-bottom approach, I slid my erect penis into the hole after positioning my feet into the bottom holes. My hands and head soon followed. Rochelle, done with the magician's daughter's curls, came over and made sure everything was in place. Except for my feet, she closed the locks once she was satisfied, but not before giving my penis a tug. "Just want to make sure it's all there."
Like the previous illusion, I had no idea what was about to happen. But, like the previous illusion, I wasn't going to be alone. I wondered if we were going to be dissected again. I hadn't seen any seams in the boxes, though. As I was contemplating our fate, Rochelle maneuvered a large mirror in front of us. I had to strain my neck to get a proper look, but it was well worth it.
I saw Rochelle at Faith's box. She was lifting up the locks at her feet and I saw Faith's feet being pushed out until the ankles were visible. Then Rochelle closed the locks. Rochelle went over to the box on my other side but I had to keep staring at Faith's wriggling feet. Something looked wrong, but it took a moment or two to register. Her feet were sticking straight out, toes up. Her legs would have to be broken to get that to work, but Faith didn't seem to be in any pain. I looked to my left to see Rochelle finish the same procedure there.
She came over to my box and knelt down, taking hold of my feet. "Raise your foot and stick it through the hole when you can." I did, raising my foot with the hole around it. Soon I could stick the rest of my foot out up to the ankle. Looking down at my foot made me think of being doubled over. I was in an impossible position, but I didn't feel any undue discomfort.
Rochelle locked the ankle in place and proceeded to do the same with the other foot. I was well aware of the fact that my penis was within easy reach of her lips. Apparently she was too. She looked at it while moving my foot up and then looked into my eyes. I let out a shuddering breath as she slowly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, but instead of licking where I thought (prayed) she would, she licked the sole of my foot. She locked the other ankle in place and stood back to survey her handiwork. Looking up I saw the beautiful, exotic, bikinied Rochelle surrounded by the reflections of bare, singled out female body parts. "Are you ready?" she asked the group, rubbing her hands. She looked into my eyes and said "Let's start with you."
Rochelle came up to me and grabbed hold of my feet. She locked her eyes with mine and I see her arms rise. Next thing I know my wriggling toes were almost poking me in the eye. She raised my feet over my head, then took my hands and lowered them to the floor. My fingertips felt the wood planks of the stage. This was definitely cool! I wondered what was going on inside the box. I didn't know if I was being stretched or if the parts sticking out of the box were now detached from the rest of my body. It could've gone either way but I had no way of knowing since I couldn't feel my body anymore.
Then Rochelle gave my a real treat. As she was finished with my hands she slowly came back up. When her breasts were at the same level as my dick, she put her hands on the sides of her bosom and leant forward. She squeezed my dick between her breasts and finished standing up. She brought her breasts up to my face, my dick still between them. She released me and gave a little chuckle about my situation. The head was right in front of my eyes, throbbing slightly in time with my heart beat (assuming there was a beating heart on the other side of this door.)
I looked up at Rochelle's mischievously grinning face. "Would you like a taste?" she asked.
Faith saved me with her whine of "Do me next! Do me!"
"Now Faith, guests first," she admonished as she went over to my lady's box and took her feet to the top and hands to the bottom, like she did to me. Then Rochelle blew into her cupped hands, rubbed them together and took a firm hold of my lady's tits! As Rochelle slowly moved those beautiful breasts away from each other, I saw my girl-friend's eyes close and her lips part, looking just as she did the night of the party. "Hmm... you like that, do you?" Rochelle asked. All she got for an answer was a weak, slightly embarrassed giggle. Rochelle then brought her feet back down, maneuvered them around her head and put each one under a breast so that her wriggling toes could play with her nipples.
"I can't wait any more!" Faith pleaded. "Do me!"
Rochelle took a moment or two the enjoy the feet in front of her, then went to Faith's box. As she passed by me, she gave my dick a twist so that I was now looking at the underside. It reminded me of Darth Vader's helmet from that perspective. She spent some time rearranging Faith, first by twisting her head 180 degrees and pushing it down to the floor. I could look into her face as I saw Rochelle pull Faith's feet up to the area where her head had been. Faith caught me eye (or was staring at my displaced penis) and licked her lips while giving me a wink. I looked to my left to see if my girlfriend had seen. She was looking at me with a smile. She licked her lips and blew me a kiss. I figured from that exchange that I had nothing to worry about. Flirting, hell, maybe even a lot more than that, was going to be okay with her. My guilty thoughts of imagining this turning into a magical menage-a-trois may be relieved by having it turn into reality. As I watched her, her toes played with her nipples. She glanced at my dick, then back to my eyes. "So, are you going to just stare at it, or are you going to do something with it?" she asked.
It took a second to realize what she was talking about, but as soon as I did I grimaced. This was the second time it was suggested I perform auto-fellatio. I don't know if I was repulsed by the idea, or if I would just be too embarrassed. It was Rochelle's voice that saved me this time.
"Are you ready for part two?" she asked. Not waiting for an answer, she walked out of sight for a moment and came back wheeling a table with two small, thin boxes and some baskets. Between each of our boxes she hooked up one of the smaller boxes, giving up the appearance of a mutated H. I didn't have long to wonder what part two was because Rochelle immediately took hold of my girlfriends' hands and moved them up and over onto the connecting box, then onto my box. Rochelle placed one hand over my head and the other one under my penis. The magician's daughter stroked both heads at the same time. Rochelle went to Faith's box and brought her hands over, too, and put them next to the other female hands. Faith's fingers started playing, too. It looked like more than flirting was definitely allowed.
Thank God.
The feet came over next. Rochelle put them all at the top of the box. I don't know if I was playing footsy with my girl, Faith or myself.
I was expecting (hoping) the boobs to come over next, but instead Rochelle brought the heads over. She positioned them below my head, faces turned up towards me. I could easily imagine I was making love to two beautiful women. The only thing ruining that image was my dick nearly right in front of my face. I so desperately wanted them both to start wrapping their lips around it, and I think they knew that, too.
"C'mon, hon," my girlfriend said with her hand around my dick. "Give it a try." She took the tip of it and touched my forehead with it. I moved my face away by reflex.
"I thought that if a guy could lick his own genitals he'd never leave the house." Faith said. "Isn't that how the joke goes?"
"Here's your chance to find out what's it like to be on the receiving end." my girlfriend said. Damn, I hate it when women gang up on you.
"Here's the deal," Faith said. "You start, and we'll finish." They looked at each other and smiled. The head was touched against my cheek. They moved it in a circular motion. The sensation was so weird I can't begin to describe it. I just held my face still. Then it was brought over to touch my nose. It felt like touching my nose with my thumb, only with more give.
Praying that they would keep their promise, and with a lot more than a little reluctance, I raised my chin up (or out, remembering our strange arrangement.) She twisted it around and brushed the tip along my lips. I felt my own trembling breath dance along the head. The girls were urging me on. I opened my mouth a little more and before I knew what was happening, it was shoved in. The entire head was inside my mouth! I had my eyes closed (squeezed shut, actually) so I didn't see what happened next, but Faith took the lock around the base of my penis and pulled! Instead of feeling it bend from the box to my mouth I now felt my penis straighten out and dangle free!
I opened my eyes to the sight of two giggling girls, two hands, one of which had just released me and the other one having just pulled me off. I saw the lock at the end of my dick swing a little. Again, by reflex, I opened my mouth to let out a cry of alarm. The next thing I saw was my dick fall and the magician's daughter trying to catch it. It bounced out of her hand and into Faith's hand. Unfortunately, her grip was no better and it hit her in the face before beginning the long journey to the floor. I saw it like a slow-motion movie. It tumbled end over end three times, the tip pointed accusingly at me before it painfully hit the floor on it's side. The tip bounced up to nearly a 45 degree angle for a second before thudding back to the floor. After my initial shock, I realized I might have been able to catch it myself, since my hands were near the floor. I tried reaching for it, but had no luck.
As I stared dumbly at it I saw two dark-skinned feet come into view past the two female heads on my box. The heads were strangely moaning for some reason. "Lose something?" Rochelle asked. "I'd give you a hand, but as you can see, they're rather full at the moment." I was still gaping at my thing on the floor when I realized what she was saying and what I was hearing. I looked up and the reason for the moaning became very apparent. I saw something that any teenage boy would cream his jeans just at the mere thought of - Rochelle was juggling four disembodied breasts!
"Whew," Faith whispered between moans. "I didn't know...you were so...talented."
I was hypnotized by the sight of those four round, perfect breasts going up and down, slapping themselves into Rochelle's hands. The nipples pointed in all directions as the boobs flew through the air. All the while I heard the sounds of two females enjoying every second of it. I couldn't imagine how, since I thought girls hurt when they jogged. this looked ten times worse.
My trance was broken when Rochelle let out a "...whoops..." and dropped one. It made a strange sound, halfway between a slap and a smack, as it hit the floor. It was followed by three others, one at a time, as Rochelle struggled to regain control. As two others hit, the sound of air being sucked in through gritted teeth filled my ears. The last one landed in my upturned hand.
"Nice catch." Faith breathed. One of the other ones landed nipple-side down between my dick and my other hand. I managed to grab hold and noticed it was not the same skin tone as the other one I held. That's when Rochelle reached down and picked up the displaced boobs. She put them in a cloth-lined basket with the other two. Then she did something truly freaky. After putting the basket on the table and exchanging it for another, she took hold of Faith's head and with a tug pulled it off the box. She put it in the basket and did the same with the magician's daughter's head. Their hands soon followed. Then she collected all of our feet and put them in the third basket. I felt all of our feet touching each other, toes intermingling. She took the basket back to the table and picked up a couple of rings, each about seven inches in diameter.
She came up to the box, which now only had my head and my hands on it. She brought my hands up to their natural place. I noticed my private part was still on the floor. So did she. "Hmm. I can't leave you down there, but we're both going to need our hands for the next bit." She reach down and picked it up by the lock. "I know." She tugged on one of the bikini bottom straps just enough to allow her to stick the dick in place. The strap came back and held it against her hip. "I'll just hold on to it for a while." I could think of a better place for it, namely her bikini top.
She gave the two rings to me, having my hands hold one each. I noticed they looked similar to the locks around our body parts and that they were just big enough to go around... yep, I knew what was going to happen next. She was undoing the strap behind her bikini top. "I've noticed you staring, so let's end the suspense, hmm?" she said. Then the top came off, revealing two wonderfully brown breasts. She took one of the hoops from me and slipped it over her tit, then did the same with the other one. "I could do this myself, but where's the fun in that?" She took a step closer, maneuvering my hands to hold her breasts. "Hold on." she said as she snapped first one, then the other lock tight. She undid a catch on both locks, then placed a finger under my chin. She gently lifted my chin and gave me a long kiss on the mouth. After she took her lips away, she turned to get the basket, but her breasts stayed behind. I turned them over to see the metal covering the other side.
Rochelle came back with the breast basket and balanced it with one hand while using the other to pull my hands off the box. She placed the hand/boob combinations in the basket and deposited it on the table. She then walked to the other side of the table and removed my penis from her bikini bottom strap. She held it above the basket, much like a mother bird holding a worm for her young. Looking me in the eye, smiling, she dropped it in. I couldn't see what was happening, but I could feel everything. Two pairs of lips sharing me, back and forth. I thought I would cry with happiness. I realized I had another source of pleasure to experience as I moved my hands around in a basket full of tit!
Rochelle came over and removed my head so that I could get a little more pleasure out of the breast basket. She dropped me in and I went to town. I couldn't believe my eyes. All six breasts were in there, almost threatening to smother me. I could smell all three of the women in there with me. If there is a heaven, then that's where I was. I felt someone sucking on my toes, too. It seemed Rochelle was going to spend the time having her kind of fun.
That's when I heard the sound of a door opening far away. A male voice rang out.
"Faith? Rochelle? Where is everybody?"
It was the magician.