Good Things Come In Small Packages

Life one year later is very different for me then it was when Kylie cuckolded me for the first time. I am still Kylie's 'little slave', and to a great extent I have also come to serve Michelle in a similar capacity - much to Kylie's amusement. The relationship and sexual dynamic between the three of us has changed enormously, and I have to admit that I have been a willing participant in all of the lascivious events that have since transpired. I will describe what has since occurred in brief detail.

Immediately after Kylie's romp with Matt twelve months ago, she didn't 'cut me off' - but she did decide to extend the interval between my orgasms to once every three weeks. Kylie naturally kept me 'locked up' in the interim. The extra seven days secured inside of the tube consequently heightened my libido even further, and Kylie took full advantage of my frustrated excitement by getting me to please her long and often - both orally and with her dildo.

This kinky game was now an open topic between Kylie and her elder sibling, especially since Michelle had been present when Kylie last measured me. Michelle seemed to be getting a great deal of vicarious enjoyment from the situation, and she was soon offering advice to her younger sister. Upon learning of my new three week regimen, Michelle suggested that on the night of my release every third Saturday, the three of us could again first hit a nightclub. This would allow Kylie to reprise her role as the unescorted (but married) younger sister out looking for some illicit 'fun', whilst Michelle and I would once more masquerade as a couple.

Kylie quickly realised that this situation would give her scope to carry out another of her lascivious threats - for her to deny me intercourse until another man had sampled the goodies in her panties. She accepted Michelle's proposal, and so for the next six months I remained locked and without climax until the three of us went out to a club every third Saturday night (missing out only twice when Kylie was on her 'time of the month'). There was no shortage of guys who were eager to get a taste of some hot and available married pussy, and Kylie never failed to hook-up with a guy who was keen to engage in some casual sex with my attractive and very willing wife.

When Kylie was successful in finding a male who had taken her fancy, she would inveigle him to join us back at Michelle's apartment. Once again Michelle would use the pretence of needing cigarettes, ask me to ****** her to the service station, and crack the same tongue-in-cheek joke about Kylie and her paramour not 'steaming up' her couch when the nearby bedroom was more practical. By the time Michelle and I got back from our ten-minute stroll to the service station, Kylie and her new partner had always disappeared into the spare bedroom.

Michelle would then sink into an armchair, snake out her long sexy legs, slip off her shoes, and tell me to lick and suck her toes. When Kylie's faint moans and cries of ecstasy began floating down the hallway, Michelle would lean back into the armchair and part her long legs, ******** her neatly trimmed pussy. She would then smile sweetly down at me, and simply say: Lick me.

My wife had told her that it was perfectly okay to 'use' me as a 'pussy-licker' whilst she was otherwise engaged in the spare bedroom. In my locked state, Kylie was also aware how much this would intensify my excited angst and increase my 'tease factor' - having to orally please Michelle as I listened to Kylie being pleased up in the spare bedroom. Michelle - being as fond of receiving oral sex as her sister was - hadn't needed much prompting to take up Kylie's generous offer.

I admit that I didn't need much prompting either, and in my hyper-frustrated state I relished the chance to lick and suck my sister-in-law's steamy cunt. As we listened to my wife enjoying her latest conquest in Michelle's spare bedroom, Michelle would often tease me as I ate her creamy pussy, telling me how excited Kylie sounds, or how much she must be enjoying his big, long, hard cock. Michelle had also learned many of the 'pet' names that Kylie had for me, and just how much these wicked tags turned me on. Michelle became just as adept (and possibly more so) at verbally teasing me as her sister was, and to hear Michelle call me Cuckie or Needle-dick in her soft, drawling voice as I dutifully suckled her moist pussy never failed to get me hard inside of my tight metal tube.

When Kylie's faint cries of ecstasy reached a crescendo, Michelle would grasp my hair with both hands, and pull my face hard against her sopping pussy, and she would climax in my mouth.

After Kylie and I returned home from Michelle's apartment, Kylie would unlock me, and let me penetrate her. The carnal events of the evening had naturally turned me into a shaking, trembling ball of pent-up desire and lust. Being locked for three long weeks also meant that my penis was ultra sensitive, and the intense pleasure of sliding it into the molten confines of Kylie's creamy pussy was indescribable. Kylie would, of course, tease me about her latest romp, and about how much bigger his cock was. I rarely lasted longer than thirty seconds before I stiffened and exploded inside her.

Our subsequent pillow talk was always intriguing; Kylie would lay with her head on my chest, and softly probe my feelings about recent events. In the euphoria of afterglow, I candidly told her everything she wanted to know. She once asked how it made me feel to lick her sister's pussy as I listened the sounds of her passion floating down the hallway. I told her that it was a mind-blowing tease, and that feeling my little cock harden and throb impotently in my tube as I orally pleased her sister added to my feeling of 'sub-space' - especially when Michelle added to the verbal teasing.

This engaged Kylie's curiosity, and she asked me if it would further turn my crank if Michelle became even more assertive with me. Without thinking, I admitted that it would. Kylie just smiled softly, and steered the conversation on to other topics. At the time I didn't think a lot about this disclosure, but it would soon come back to haunt me. I had forgotten how close the sisters were.

The next time the three of us went to a club and Michelle got me alone, she smiled demurely at me, and leaned over to whisper in my ear: "Tonight, as your horny little wife is fucking, you're gonna lick my cunt for as long as I tell you to. In fact, you're gonna lay on the floor, and I'm gonna to sit on your face, and you're gonna tongue-fuck me until I cream in your mouth. Kylie tells me that you get off thinking about being my little slave? Well - tonight you'll be my little cunt slave!"

It was all I could do not to drop my glass.

She meant what she said; later that evening as Kylie's moans and gasps of ardor floated down the hallway, Michelle ordered me lay on my back on the lounge-room floor, and she then straddled me, riding my face as my eager tongue pistoned frenziedly into her moist cunt. All the while she kept a wicked commentary going - telling me that I was just a mouth and a tongue for her to use, and how I had my mouth glued to a cunt that I would never get to fuck, and that if I didn't please her properly she would tell Kylie not to unlock me after we got home tonight. Hearing this from her nearly made me explode right then and there.

As Kylie's familiar cries of passion reached a crescendo from up the hallway, Michelle's hips began rocking, sliding her button over my rapidly flicking tongue. She then also climaxed, pressing her cunt firmly down upon my gaping mouth. Her warm cream poured forth as though from a tap, and I had to swallow several times. The was again too much for me - as I listened to my wife's orgasmic moans and gasps, and as Michelle's cream slithered moistly into my stomach, I spontaneously climaxed inside of the tight steel tube for only the third time in my life.

Kylie was delighted to later hear how her sister had ridden my face, and that I had once again became so excited hearing her climax that I had again shot my load inside of my tube. From then on, Michelle became increasingly dominant with me when we played this game, and I had to admit that I loved her assertive and imperious attitude.

The situation altered about six months ago; Michelle found herself another steady boyfriend, and while this curtailed the kinky three-week routine that the three of us engaged in, it certainly didn't cease altogether. Michelle's new boyfriend worked as a technician on an oil-rig - two weeks off, and two weeks on. This gave Michelle a fourteen-day window where she was alone while her boyfriend was working offshore. She told Kylie that she would be more than happy to continue our sojourns, but that the only Saturday she had free each month was in the middle of her boyfriend's two-week absence.

My wicked wife had perhaps been looking for an excuse to extend the period between my climaxes even further, and now Michelle's changed circumstances gave it to her. Kylie informed me that since we could only go out with Michelle once a month, then the period I would remain locked and without orgasm would also be extended to once monthly. I protested feebly, but a latent part of me was excited at the bitter-sweet prospect of delaying my climaxes even more. Kylie sweetened the deal by telling me that I could have 24 hours once a month to fuck her as many times as I could - but only after she had picked-up a guy at a club and judiciously 'cucked' me.

And so the lascivious game between the three of us continued - but once monthly instead of once every three weeks. The first time Michelle and I returned from our stroll to the service station to find the couch typically devoid of my wife and her new lover, I had expected that there would be no physical contact between us - simply because she was again in a steady relationship. But Michelle showed no such restraint. She smiled, slipped off her high-heels and, wriggled her slender toes in silent invitation, and I duly sank to my knees and began sucking them. When Kylie's carnal pants and moans started drifting down the hallway, Michelle soon parted her smooth thighs and softly instructed me to slide my tongue inside her pussy.

I once asked Michelle if she felt that she was betraying her boyfriend by getting me to orally satisfy her. She replied that my lips and tongue simply performed the same task that her own fingers could have done, and since I wasn't able to fuck her, or to use my cock on her in any guise whatsoever, then it wasn't an issue of betrayal in her opinion. She smilingly mused that her boyfriend might even approve of the situation if he knew, since it meant that she wasn't tempted to 'stray elsewhere' during his absences - because she had a perfectly safe, harmless, and essentially cockless little 'pussy-licker' at her disposal who was totally unable to fuck her.

And speaking of my cock? Well - I am still wearing my little 'toy' practically seven days a week, and consecutively smaller and smaller tubes have finally reduced my penis to just over two inches long when fully erect. The rate of shrinkage each month has decreased over the last year, but it is still steadily becoming smaller. It is all mainly head now, and the stubby shaft is only about three-quarters of an inch thick when I am totally hard. In fact a few months ago I had to get a PA piercing, as my little cock became so short that it would often slip out of the metal tube. The PA ring is now anchored through the domed end of the tube, and this keeps my little pecker securely wedged in its tight steel tunnel.

Both sisters are fascinated to discover how small I can actually become, and Kylie suggested that I carry on wearing ever shorter and tighter tubes to see if I reach only one inch long, or even less. I have to admit that the thought of becoming even smaller still sends that familiar masochistic ripple though me - and so each month I again make a tube a little shorter and sometimes a little narrower than the previous version. Michelle was often present when Kylie measured me, and she now teasingly refers to my penis as my 'little clit'.

In fact, about three months ago one of the most erotically humiliating (and exciting!) things that I experienced was when I overheard Kylie telling Michelle that I couldn't fully penetrate Kylie's pussy anymore, and that I could just barely 'tickle her lips', and that my cock 'just falls out'. Michelle had giggled when Kylie described my frantic but ineffective thrusts into her, and she suggested that Kylie had better get a regular 'fuck buddy', seeing as I was unable to 'fill her up' anymore.

Kylie later discussed Michelle's proposal with me. She pointed out that if she found a regular lover whom she could trust, and who became aware of our kinky little game, then this could lead to her fulfilling more of my fantasies - especially if he was comfortable with the situation. For example, she stated that she could carry out the story of her sitting on our couch with her lover, openly letting him kiss her and fondle her tits in front of me before she led him to our bedroom. She added that if he was adventurous and a little kinky himself, then he may get a kick from taking her in front of me on our marital bed.

I had thus far only surreptitiously watched my wife kissing her lovers on Michelle's couch, and listened to their faint coupling; the prospect of being able to openly observe Kylie and her paramour with no duplicity involved tantalized me. I was now so hooked on the 'cuck drug' that I excitedly urged Kylie to proceed. She told me that she would start looking - but that she would need to find a guy who was both discreet and trustworthy before she made any commitments.

As it turned out, it seemed that fate had decreed that my sister-in-law would again play major role in subsequent events.