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Chapter
2
I dried off and was ushered
back into the bedroom. The women found a bra that fit well enough
and got me into it. I was given a pair of panties what were way
too small for me. I could feel them against my newly alive skin
pressing in on every cell. My penis stuck out of the top and Gwen
grabbed it and shoved it over to the side. The silk encased it like
a condom. I saw a drop of precome soak the material and spread,
making that part of the garment transparent.
"Anyone got spare
panty hose?" Arlene asked.
Glenda clapped her hands,
"I have just the thing. I got a run in them when I put them
on this morning." She returned in a matter of seconds with
a wadded up ball of nylon and tossed it at me.
The women laughed at
me as I tried to step into it. Gwen laughed, "No, stupid. You
have to roll them up and roll them out over your legs like a pair
of big condoms." I could feel myself blush at my blundering
attempts to get dressed, however the women seemed to be very amused
by my act.
Glenda helped me roll
them up. With Arlene's help, she rolled them up my legs, one woman
on each leg. They told me to stand up so they could pull up the
waistband, fondling my ass and penis as they did.
It Was the most electrifying
experience to around with silky panties sliding around under silky
hose. Fully half my body was being stimulated in a cruelly tantalizing
way.
Arlene brought me the
skirt that they chose for me to wear.
"Wait a minute,"
Glenda shouted, "I got an idea." She returned from the
kitchen with a pair of scissors.
"Put your hands
on your head," she commanded, "and hold perfectly still.
We don't want to have any 'accidents.' Do we?" With that, she
carefully cut away at the crotch of the panty hose. I could feel
the cold steel of the back of the scissors against my cock and balls.
She stood up, proud of
her work. "There we go girls," she said, "now if
we need to get to his goods, we can."
The women laughed at
me as I tried to put an the blouse and button it "backwards."
They were on the wrong side! One of them shouted out, "Come
on, it can't be all that hard. Us girls have been dressing ourselves
since grade school. Surely you can do better than that!"
The skirt, likewise was
tight, but did make it around my waist. It was obviously designed
for a woman much shorter than me, as it was about mid-thigh. It
restricted my movements. I had to be careful how I bent.
"Now let's see if
you can get into these heels." Glenda asked.
It was an excruciatingly
tight fit. My feet hurt even before I put any weight on them.
"Stand up,"
Gwen ordered, "and turn around. Let's see what we have."
What they had was probably
the ugliest woman in the world in spite of all the feminine garments
wrapped around her. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and
noted that in spite of the panties, panty hose, and skirt, the bulge
caused by my aching and straining member was still visible.
"What do you think,
girls?" Gwen announced. Her question was greeted with catcalls
and whistles from her two friends. "I think we aren't done
yet."
I soon found myself sitting
again, this time with six feminine hands attacking my face with
all manner of makeup implements. The last thing that happened was
a wig was placed on my head, and some brushing going on after that.
One of the women tied a bow in the hair.
"Come this way,"
Glenda said, pulling me up by the hand.
I clopped my way clumsily
behind her in my heels. I had always found the click of a woman's
heel on a hard floor exciting. It was an announcement, with every
step, of the power she has over me. But those clicks are evenly,
slowly, and seductively placed. My clicks sounded more like a drunken
horse stumbling up an uneven cobblestone street. I nearly fell a
couple of times, but I had an escort of giggling women on each arm
to help steady me.
"Here's the kitchen.
The wine is over there," Glenda said pointing across the room,
"Glasses are here. There are some crab puffs and other goodies
in the freezer. Get us some wine, NOW, and then make us some refreshments.
Clean up when you are done."
For the most part, the
women seemed to leave me to my duties, but I noticed that every
couple of minutes, one of them would find an excuse to come into
the kitchen to check up on me.
The women delighted in
feeling me up every time I came by to serve them.
I was just bending over
to place a glass on the coffee table, and simultaneously exposing
my rear end to Arlene who was sitting behind me when something very
unexpected happened, THE FRONT DOOR OPENED. In walked two young
women in their late teens, or early twenties. One of them stopped
immediately, put her hands to her face and giggled in nervous shock.
The other simply walked on confidently as if this were the most
normal setting saying, "Mom, you're having all this fun and
you didn't tell me?"
"Hi, Jenny. Hi Mary."
Glenda said.
Glenda turned to me and
made the introductions, "Nate, this is my daughter Jenny and
her friend Mary. Girls, this is Nate." She added quickly, "Mary,
I hope this doesn't offend you."
"Oh no," Mary
responded, "Glenda told me about you and what you do with men
on your 'dates.' To tell you the truth, I half didn't believe her
until I saw all this. I hope you don't mind my barging in on you."
"Not at all,"
Glenda said, "You're welcome to stay."
Glenda turned to her
daughter, "I thought you girls were out on a date tonight,
and were going back to Mary's."
"Our dates sort
of fizzled out," Jenny explained, "Mary and I figured
that since we were calling it a night early tonight, we'd do some
shopping in the morning. I stopped over to pick up some comfortable
clothes."
"It looks like you
guys are having more fun tonight than we did. Doug and Allen were
just too boring. Where did you find him, mom?"
"None of your business;"
Glenda responded, "get a boy of your own."
Jenny made a mock pouty
face in response and said, "Mom, if I hadn't shown you that
Cosmo article, and some of the articles from some of the other magazines,
you wouldn't have even known about female domination."
Glenda laughed and turned
to her friends, "It's true. I taught my daughter about the
birds and the bees, and she goes off to college and comes back to
teach me about B & D." Turning back to Jenny, she said,
"Is that what I pay for you to learn at school?"
"No, mom, I learned
this stuff in the sorority." The other women raised their eyes
at this.
"Let me grab my
stuff, and we'll be out of your hair," Jenny announced. "He's
cute," here she pinched my ass as she walked by, "but
he's a little old for me. I like 'em younger and hornier."
I thought about what
Jenny meant by "younger and hornier." I couldn't imagine
being able to control myself at all in this situation when I was
a teenager. I probably would have come a half dozen times already,
and in those days I could. I know. I've spent some time with magazines
of my own.
As embarrassed as I felt
in front of the three women, being exposed to Jenny and her friend
was even a greater humiliation. Jenny was Glenda's daughter. She
was easily young enough to be mine. I thought back a little more
than a decade to the first time I submitted to a woman and wondered
what this young woman was doing then. Most likely she was playing
with her dolls. It seemed that I was scandalizing her, and that
made it all the worse for me.
When Jenny returned,
she did change into something more comfortable. It was a tank top
and short shorts and high-heeled sandals. If she was going shopping
in that outfit, she was going to turn a few heads. I know that she
turned one of mine, and raised the other. This reaction was not
unnoticed by her mother.
"You dirty old man!"
She exclaimed, "She's my daughter. Don't you dare look at her
that way. It looks like I'm going to have to spank some sense into
you."
"Oh, Mary, wait
up." Jenny said, "I want to see this. Have you ever seen
a woman spank a man before?"
Mary nodded "no"
adding, "Just my kid brother and then, we were just kids."
"Nate, go out into
the kitchen and bring back one of those chairs." Glenda turned
to Jenny, "Dear, will you get my hairbrush for me. You know
the one I want."
"Of course I do,
mom," Jenny said exasperated, "It's the same one you always
use."
I returned with the chair
and was directed to put it in front of the fireplace facing the
couch. Glenda sat down and straightened her skirt. She had her legs
propped up on her high heels. In that position, she looked very
much like a schoolteacher I used to fear.
No words were spoken;
I just walked slowly over to her. She stopped me and reached under
my skirt and pulled down both my pantyhose and panties. My penis
bobbed out ruffling the skirt in front. The skirt was so short;
it barely covered the organ.
I bent over and she used
her hands to guide me to the precise spot where I should position
myself. She clenched my erected organ between her legs. I could
feel the silkiness of her hose, but this was just a false sense
of femininity. There was power in those legs. She did work out at
the gym. I was held tightly in place.
She lifted my skirt and
adjusted the hem to rest on my waist. Her hands were cool as she
rubbed my butt. She lifted it off, and delivered several dozen stinging
slaps in rapid succession. I felt like an errant schoolgirl being
disciplined by the principle. Just when my rear was feeling hot
and tingly all over, she announced, "So much for the warm up.
Now it's time for the real spanking." With that, she grabbed
the brush, and landed a solid, thudding blow on the well-prepared
surface of my ass.
I winced. This really
hurt! Glenda continued to lay blow after blow on my now throbbing
tush in slow, measured strokes. I don't know how many spanks she
gave me with the brush, but I did know that I feared getting the
next one. Somewhere along the way, I ceased shouting, and started
crying. I hadn't cried as a result of a bodily hurt since I was
in the 4th grade. "Atta girl," Gwen shouted. "Make
him cry," Arlene said. "You go, MOM" her daughter
encouraged. Even Mary had a "Wow!"
She finally released
me, and had me go stand in the corner for a while. I shuffled over
on my high heels with pantyhose dangling about my knees. I rubbed
my sore bottom, but Glenda would have none of that. "Hands
on your head," she commanded.
Jenny sauntered out with
Mary, kissing her mom, and pinching my ass one more time on the
way.
After an indeterminable
amount of time during which I heard comments from the women about
how red and splotchy my ass was, Gwen announced, "Nate-boy,
I really should keep you there all night because of your naughtiness,
but then who would serve us. Get back in that kitchen!"
I pulled up my panties
and hose, and straightened out my skirt. I clopped off on aching
feet to the kitchen.
After serving another
round and cleaning the kitchen, I was brought back before the women.
Gwen declared my doom. "Nate, you've been a very good boy.
We'd like to play with you again sometime. That is, if you can really
please us. Down on your knees in front of me, boy!" she commanded.
As I assumed my position
in front of her, she raised her skirt to reveal that she had removed
her panties in the course of the evening. "Come here, boy,"
she encouraged. I looked at her womanhood. It was framed with the
same dark curly hair as on her head. There was a glistening pink
slip beckoning me closer. Knowing my duty I crawled forwards and
nuzzled my nose into the part in her hair.
I had every reason to
believe that she was, like me, a very active person during the day,
and undoubtedly did not shower any later than I did. That had to
be close to 20 hours ago, given the hour. No doubt she had not held
her bladder for 20 hours either. The scent of her womanhood was
overwhelming, and to me, strongly intoxicating. There was a revulsion
against the odor on an intellectual level, but a strong compulsion
on the primitive level. I pushed forward and devoured her hungrily.
I had always been a fan
of cunnilingus, and even the vanilla women I dated rarely turned
down my offers to perform it on them. To me, it just seemed like
the proper place for a man to be. I could think of no better way
to worship a woman. My favorite position was under the woman so
she can control the action, but sitting on her throne as Gwen was
doing gave rise to a new fantasy: one in which I was the court appointed
licker servicing his queen. I put my expert tongue to the task.
I was rewarded almost
instantly with her most feminine flow. I savored her taste. Each
woman has a different flavor, and I love all of them. I was lapping
at her opening like a starved dog slavering at his dish. My mind
reeled. I was barely aware of the reaction I was causing in her.
She writhed in her chair like there were a million ants crawling
over every inch of her body. She grabbed my hair close to each ear,
and pulled myself into her. Taking a deep breath, I forced my face
in. I sucked, nibbled and licked her clitoris as vigorously as I
dared. Gwen was inching herself up the chair, dragging me with her.
With an animalistic gurgle,
she tensed and heaved, and then collapsed pushing my head back.
Releasing my hair she gave my forehead a gentle push. Exposed for
the first time in minutes, by face felt the coolness of the room
and the slickness of the deposits on it.
I sank back on my knees.
Gwen lay on the chair limp, like a rag doll thrown there by a girl
bored playing with it. She managed a few pre-verbal grunting sounds,
and finally managed in a weak voice, "Who's next. He's GOOD."
And so it was to my delight
to service both Arlene and Glenda. Glenda had one of the strongest
scents that I had ever encountered. I could identify with her. It
was her panties I smelled on the trip to the house. There was a
primeval imprinting going on here. The sense of smell is one of
the most primitive. There is a direct connection from the nose to
the brain, and just a whiff of the right scent can trigger memories
and emotions otherwise repressed or forgotten. Physiologically smell
works by detecting actual molecules of the scent being detected.
In other words, parts of Glenda's body were actually entering mine
at the most basic level.
I was lost in a haze
and loved it. I had no desires other than to do what these women
told me. I don't know what was in it for them other than the physical
pleasure, but for me there was a conditioning of my emotional state;
a state I could only get to by this long and tortuous road.
"We really need
to be getting to bed girls," Arlene announce. It was so. I
glanced through the door and out the kitchen window to see the pink
of dawn.
"Well," Gwen
said, "there is just one more thing to do." She helped
me off with the clothes until I was again naked. "Jerk off
for us boy."
I wasn't told to assume
any particular position, but I knew instinctively that on my knees
was what was expected. I sank to them slowly and I placed my hand
on my organ slowly stimulating it to ever greater heights. It was
in a constant state of arousal for most of the evening, and I knew
that the slightest touch would cause an ejaculation. I gently caressed
it to a hardness I'd never know before, and attempted to hold back
for as long as I could. I knew from many masturbation sessions in
my youth, that the longer I held out, the better my ejaculation
was. I wanted to put on the best show I could for these women. All
I had to offer was how far I could shoot my jets.
I shot like a hose that
suddenly had the kink removed. The flood of semen arced across the
room, spilling at the women's feet. Those that fell on my hand surprised
me with their heat. I had no idea how long I had been shooting.
Time had no measure on this evening. All at once it seemed like
minutes since I was lead by my penis into the house; yet it seemed
like a scene from an evening of another era. But I finally stopped.
We all collapsed and
cuddled on Glenda's king sized bed. I was the last to be awakened.
The women were already dressed. I was bidden to take a shower, and
get dressed. Glenda drove us back to our cars. As I got out Gwen
said, "See you next week?" Was there any way I could say
no?
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