Hands-on learning

      “That’s it, good boy,” Cat says to Jean huskily, her mout just next to his ear.       Jean moans around the fingers in his mouth, the vibrator touching his cock driving him insane. If his body wasn’t supported by Cat, he’d just slide down on the mattress in a lifeless puddle at this point.       Laila has kept her promise and bought him a sex toy — a wand vibrator that looked like nothing special at first glance.       Jean scowled when he saw it. ‘I don’t want it.’ He pushed it away when Laila held it out to him, his cheeks burning.       Laila pinched his cheek, calling him ‘cute’ and ‘innocent’, her teasing only deepening Jean’s embarrassment.       He was anything but innocent or cute, in his opinion.       The toy was forced into his hands, his protests falling on deaf ears. So Jean took it and put it deep in his drawer, not even opening the box. Such things served no purpose whatsoever.       Besides, Jean didn’t even know how to use it, and he wasn’t ready to admit it aloud.       Unfortunately, Laila caught on pretty quickly and decided to give him a hands-on tutorial with Cat’s help. And foolishly, Jean agreed.       Maybe something was possessing him at that moment.       ‘You need to relax once in a while,’ she said while unbuttoning Jean’s pants.       If by ‘relaxing’ she means losing all feeling in your limbs, then she’s been successful.       Jean feels himself nearing another orgasm, his hips bucking in search of more stimulation. Moving is quite limited though since his legs are pinned, too.       Just as he is about to tip over, the vibrator is taken away yet again, and Jean sobs at the unfairness of it all. He curses himself for agreeing to Laila’s idea.       “Shh,” Cat soothes him, wiping his tears away. “It’ll feel good later.”       “Do you want to stop?” Laila asks, looking at him in concern.       Does he? He really wants to cum finally, and the pleasure borders on good-too much, but it’s not unbearable. Yet.       Jean shakes his head, and Laila grins at him. “Atta boy.” She pats his thigh and puts the vibrator to his cock. “One last time.”       He jumps at the vibrations, the feeling more on the painful side after so many denied orgasms. Cat caresses his side to comfort him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Jean sucks her fingers, so that he doesn’t lose himself in all the sensations.       Once again, he gets close to the edge, his muscles tensing in anticipation for yet another denial. But his prayers must have been heard.       “You can have it.” Laila’s words nearly make Jean cry in relief, upping the vibrations in the toy.       He comes, cum splattering onto his stomach and sheets. The wave of pleasure takes him under, the ecstasy spreading through his whole body. Jean blacks out for a bit, his senses too overwhelmed to function.       When he comes to, still in Cat’s arms the women smile at him, but there’s a look of concern on their faces.       “Are you alright?” Cat asks.       Jean nods his head, still a bit dazed from the events. He feels… light, but in a good way, as if someone cut something that was weighing him down.       Maybe the vibrator won’t collect dust in his drawer, after all.