5 comments/ 61413 views/ 11 favorites Tres XXX Amigas By: L O Reins Things really got dicey when I realized my three new friends, who had graciously invited me into their little neighborhood social clique was each, in her own right, a hornier beast than I was. This came as a revelation to me because I always thought I was the most sex-obsessed person I knew but these ladies were expert. The three women are Marty Sutter, a handsome blond woman of sixty-one who fancied herself the ring-leader of the group; Lauren Babcock, a cherubic brunet who was the group's reluctant loner; and Silvia Gomes, a feisty Argentinean woman whom, Marty had told me, was a lesbian. Both Lauren and Silvia were in their early fifties. All three women was good-looking youthful, and sexy. I had met Marty when I first moved to town a few months ago. We work together at the local University. "Listen, my neighbors are like one big family. We all invite each other to our houses for dinners or to watch movies. Even Winter snow days are a blast," Marty Sutter told me. "We live within footsteps of each other and we come and go between houses all the time. Sylvia is my next-door neighbor and Lauren lives just a few houses down from her on the other side of the street. " "That sounds nice," I said. "It would be fun to meet some single, folks. After thirty-five years of marriage I've lost my enthusiasm for couples." "Are you seeing someone? Dating? Marty asked. "I've been dating... some... nothing serious... sporadically..." I rushed to fill the awkward silence. "I don't especially like the bar scene and the on-line thing is so much work." Marty eyed me for a long moment then seemed to decide to let my comment pass. "You'll like them. They're very nice", she went on, "and they're fun. If I get home and sit on my porch before I know it everyone is there and we're sharing a pitcher of Margaritas. I'll warn you though, sometimes we can get pretty bawdy." * * * So I went over that Friday after work and sat on the porch with Marty; as if on cue, Marty's two friends moseyed over. Introductions were made. We talked about the town, our jobs, the bike paths, the baseball park in the next biggest small town; I don't remember what else. Before long we were working on our second pitcher of margaritas. Chips, salsa, celery, and carrot sticks too. No shortage of laughs either; Marty's friends were quick with the quips and innuendos. I tried to keep up with the girls but they shared a close camaraderie. They were welcoming and entertaining, flirty even, but it was like there was an inside joke that I wasn't privy too. I didn't really care--the tequila had clouded my head, thickened my tongue, and loosened my lips--I was having a great time. "So where did you find this one, Marty? He's sooo handsome," Silvia said with a mischievous smile, "and he looks like he could be a good specimen". Her gaze lingered on me as she said this then shifted to Marty. "Oh, look; he's scrunching his eyebrows like you said something odd, Syl." Lauren said. "Marteee, didn't you tell him anything about us?" Sylvia said. "Um... pipe down, ladies, your going to scare Jerry off before we even get a chance to get to know him better." "Okey, dorkey then, Oh, did I say dorky? I meant to say Dokey, OKey Dokey. let me go make another pitcher. We seem to have drained this one," Lauren said as she stood up and headed inside to the kitchen. "That's not the only thing we'll be draining before this afternoon is over," Sylvia muttered under her breath and the two of them chuckled. "Jerry, I'm sorry. My girlfriends are teasing you. They like to play and after a few drinks they forget their manners. Are they making you uncomfortable?" "No, I'm purrfectly alright!" I said with a little too much enthusiasm to hide the slur in my speech. "How was work today, Marty?" Sylvia asked. I didn't pay much attention to the exchange because it was the same old ongoing university conversation. I was wondering about Sylvia's comment and what Marty had not told me about her friends. "I'm back," Lauren said as she stepped onto the porch with a fresh, pitcher of thick frozen booze. She filled our glasses and I took a big gulp. Instant brain-freeze. She sat down and said, "What have I missed? Did you tell Jerry about our proposition yet?" I cocked my head from the frigid ache and looked from Lauren to Sylvia and finally to Marty. They all seemed poised for something. Marty took the lead, "Jerry we want to play a game with you--an adult game. We are all single and we like our freedom but we also like to play. It's difficult to find people with similar tastes in a little rural town like this. We are particular, so we pick and choose our..." I was not focusing on what she was saying. Instead I was leering at her like a loon. Handsome is a funny description for a woman but Marty's sharp features, tall and thin but very shapely body, short-cropped blond hair, and piercing blue eyes all added up to a very sexy-busyness look. Now that I was focused on how attractive she was I looked at Sylvia and Lauren differently. Sylvia had dark eyes and full lips on which she wore a hint of color. She had distinctly Latin features and color and she played the part well with a sexy accent and animated gestures which seemed to become more intense as she got excited. She had full breasts, nice hips and beautiful legs. Really, it was the tone and quality of her skin that radiated that Latin sensuality. She sat with her bare legs stretched out on the divan. She had slipped off her pumps and her feet were bare now. She had the most beautiful French pedicure that made her olive colored toes look like olives...candy...candy olives. Her soles were lighter and so soft looking as if she had just come from a pedicure. Lauren was wearing a summer dress with a bright flower print. She was the heaviest and roundest of the three women but by no means any less attractive. Zaftig, cherubic, voluptuous; all those words came to mind as I looked at her. She had big shapely legs and arms and thin sexy wrists and ankles. She had a tight waste and big breasts above and a wonderful oversized ...bumper below. "...We have had friends, um... men friends from time to time who enjoy playing...and even attending to us. It's a delight for all of us. We girls get to have our way and our man friend gets his ... Jerry? JERRY! Are you listening to me?" Marty caught me so off guard. I must have blushed because the others laughed and Sylvia said, "Marty, I think he is having a brain freeze or something." And then to me, "Jerry, Marty is trying to tell you that we want to play with you. Do you like that idea, Mi Amigo, would you like to play a game with us?" I shook my head in my embarrassment at being caught staring. I didn't really think I was in any shape for a game where I'd have to focus but I didn't want to be a party damper. "Yes! I love games. Backgammon, cards, Charades, Pictionary, what do you have in mind?" They just looked at me with bemused expressions but Sylvia didn't miss a beat. "Pictionary! What a great idea." Marty, can you grab a pad of paper and some pencils? " We made two teams and in no time we were all laughing and trying to guess each other's scribbling. We played a made-up combination of Pictionary and Charades...Charadesinary! "This is a movie title." "This one is my favorite food." "This is a book title." It was fun but I could tell I was feeling the margaritas more than anyone else. "Okay, now Jerry this one is for you", Sylvia said. She drew one curved line about five inches long and then another one about an inch and a half away from and parallel to the first one. "...let's see, do I remember what one looks like?" she asked herself and we all watched her draw a bigger shape on top of the two curved lines. It was like the pointier half of an egg. The other two snickered as she went on drawing. "But, Sylvia, what category is it?" I asked as she drew two big round circles at the base of it. "Let's say it is... something I want to see, Jerry." She said as she slid it towards me. I looked at her drawing in confusion. I thought it looked like a fat cock but I wasn't sure and I didn't want to say that. "Do you need some help, Jerry?" She said as she drew some scraggly lines around the base of her sketch. They looked like blades of grass so I jumped to the conclusion that seemed safer. "It's a mushroom!" I yelled. "Hmmmm," Sylvia said, "No Jerry, look again. And besides, do you think I want to look at a mushroom?" "She would have said it was something she wanted to eat if she was drawing a mushroom, silly," Lauren said as she grinned me down. Marty couldn't resist adding in, "Well maybe she would like to eat one of those things she's drawing." The others laughed. They all stared at me waiting for my answer. "Well, take a guess. What do you think I'm drawing? And what do you think about the idea that I'd like to see it right now, Jerry", Sylvia coaxed. "I'll give you a hint. It's something we all would like to see." "It looks like a ... cock." I struggled between feeling bold and terribly embarrassed. "That's right, Jerry," Marty said taking the lead again. "Sylvia is drawing a big fat cock and not just any cock; she is drawing your dick, Jerry. What do you think of that?" I grinned dumbly. "... and she is saying she wants to see it." We all do, Jerry. We want to see your dick, Jerry" Lauren said boldly. "I don't understand" I said squirming on the front half of the seat of my rattan porch chair as I leaned over he table. "We like to play with men this way. We are all single and we love our freedom but we all share one interest." I swallowed at what would come next. "We love to get a man naked and play with him; tease him. It's all in fun. It's called CFNM. We like to see him display his assets; show off for us; and we love to have him wait on us hand and foot while he is naked. I told you about this earlier but you seemed to be too occupied staring at Sylvia's cleavage or at Laurens sexy thighs. So I know you like looking at us. What do you think about us looking at you, Jerry?" I gulped down another big swig of my Margarita that had been refilled again. "I know what CFNM is. I thought it was just a male fantasy. I thought it just existed in porno stories and videos. Other than lady's night at the strip club I didn't think people really did it." "Does it excite you to think about showing off for us, Jerry? Do you think it is something you might like to do?" Marty asked gently. Lauren and Sylvia just looked at me as I sat silently thinking about giving myself over to these three women. The thought was so enticing and I was so excited that I felt a shiver of energy charge through me. I had read stories, lots of stories and the idea of CFNM was something I fantasized about for years but fantasizing is one thing and the reality of exposing myself, of giving up control to these three women I hardly knew was something I had a difficult time seeing myself do. I certainly wanted to but I had to work with Marty at the Unie. This was a small town, the kind of place where everyone seemed to know everything about everyone. I had to think about this, maybe after my head cleared. At least I could ask them some questions. That's how my inner dialog was going but ... "Yes..." was the only word I could utter. "Yes, What, Jerry," Sylvia said. I stared at her. "You have to say it, Jerry. What would you like to do?" "um, I'm Okay with this... I'd like to play this game with you." I said but it didn't seem to be enough or what she was looking for. They all looked at me waiting. I looked from one to the other and when my eyes met Marty's she locked on mine and whispered the words out loud, "Tell us what you are willing to do for us, Jerry. Describe what you want to do." I was shivering in my nervousness. I certainly had always been comfortable with my body and being naked with women, well, one woman at the time, but this was different. It was thrilling and embarrassing to feel so out of control. "I want to take my clothes off for you. I want to serve you and wait on you in any way you want me too," I said as if I was hypnotized. "Are you sure you want to? And are you willing to do whatever we ask you to do, Jerry?" Marty asked. "Everything we ask even if it makes you feel uncomfortable? You should know too that once we begin you must follow our orders. If you don't behave you will get punished." I nodded yes but the word punished stuck in my intense but clouded thoughts. "And if it works out you will continue to be our plaything when we are together at any of our houses. Outside of this we are friends, neighbors, and colleagues. We will never speak about it outside of our homes. It'll be our little secret. Are you sure you are okay with this, Jerry?" By now I would have agreed to anything. I was foggy but focused; so focused on this thing I had fantasized about before but never thought I'd have the opportunity to do. "Yes, I am sure I want to do this with you." I spoke in a level voice. "I will do whatever you ask me to do and I understand that you will punish me if I don't behave."There was a sigh of relief as the tension seemed to dispel from the air. "Good then", Marty said. "It's getting dark, what say we go inside, ladies ..." " And besides it's way to chilly for Jerry to show us his willy out here on the front porch." Lauren interjected. They all laughed and I cringed at the thought of what I was getting into. We went inside, through the big living room, past her dining room and into her modern kitchen. The women perched on high chairs at the island table. This put them slightly higher than my eye level and added to my vulnerable feeling as I stood in front of them. Marty spoke a little more firmly than before. Maybe it was that sexy busyness thing but it was incredibly exciting. "Ok Jerry, take your clothes off for us so we can get started. We want to see you first and then we'll decide what's next. Understood?" They all had a different look now, more commanding more in controlled anticipation. I was having serious second thoughts. It all seemed so naughty and exciting outside in the dusk and haze of the alcohol. Now it seemed so much more clinical here in the kitchen under the bright lights. "I don't know about this, Marty. Maybe I don't have the nerve for CFM." "CFM is cubic feet per minute, Jerry." Marty said. The others smirked. "Its C, clothed; F, female; NM, naked male. If you don't want to its okay, sweetie but..." Marty got off her perch as she spoke and came over to me. She put her arm around my shoulders and whispered so we all could hear, "Maybe you would be more comfortable if I helped you get started. Hmmm, would you like that?" she cooed as she played with the hem on my pullover shirt. I looked at her without protest and she began to lift my shirt up over my head. When she had it completely over my head she grasped it tightly wrapping my arms and my head in the darkness of the fabric. Of course I had the strength to break away but I didn't have the will power. "Relax, Jerry, let us help you." She said and then to Lauren and Sylvia, "Girls would you assist me please in undressing our speci-man?" She stepped behind me and wrapped her arms around my raised arms in a firm but gentle hug. I wanted to do what thy wanted and now, blindfolded, I felt oddly secure in her arms. I felt more protected from their eyes....like an ostrich with his silly head buried in the sand and his way too big body completely exposed like I would soon be. I felt someone lifting my ankle to remove my shoe. There were hands at my belt, opening my pants. My other shoe came off and then my pants were slid down around my ankles. "Take those undies down, Lauren." I heard Sylvia say and as I felt my boxers yanked down around my ankles, "I want to see that mushroom." They all laughed but that didn't stop them from urging me out of the rest of my clothes. Marty was right, not being able to see made it easier but now my shirt was lifted the rest of the way over my head and I was back in the bright kitchen light, naked and surely looking like a deer or maybe big bird in the headlights of the three friend's amused gaze. "Well there it is, Syl, is Jerry's sausage what you were hoping for?" Lauren asked. Sylvia stared at my cock, which by now was starting to stiffen. " It's got promise but I'll reserve judgment until we get it good and hard and sticking out like a pole." "So then, Jerr, come over here and let us see what we can do about your flaccid dork." Marty said as she beckoned me closer to the Island table. I stepped closer and she grasped my cock like she was shaking hands with someone at the office. "um...It's not really flaccid." I said. "It's just not all the way hard yet. I'm nervous, Marty." "There's nothing to be nervous about, Jerry. You're in good hands." With that she started to stroke my dick. Sylvia stepped up behind me and caressed my ass. Lauren went off to get something. "Spread your legs and lean over the island. I want to get a good grip on your meat pole. I really want to see how long it can get before we measure you." Syl said. I felt her nudge my ankles apart like she was going to do a cavity search. I leaned against the island and felt so exposed. That's when I heard the unmistakable fake shutter click of an IPhone. "Marty, what the hell?" I said but that didn't stop Sylvia from sliding her hand between my thighs from behind to grab my cock. She stroked me like this and the feel of the inside of her wrist and forearm between my legs and against my balls was so incredible it squelched my protest. I looked over my shoulder and saw Lauren taking pics with her phone. I also saw that she had brought some other things back with her. "Bend over nice and low now Jerry." Lauren said. "I've got something I think we're going to like." They snickered as she came up behind me. Sylvia slid her other hand between my cheeks. She nudged me open and slid a slippery finger slide inside my asshole. "How's that, Jerry? Does it feel nice to have my finger inside you ass while I stroke your sausage meet?" I groaned, "yessss." "Yessss what Jerry?" Sylvia asked. I inhaled sharply as I felt her probe deeper. "It feels so good when you hold my cock and stick your finger inside my..." "What am I doing to your ass, Jerry?" She taunted me to say what she wanted to hear. "Miss Sylvia." She added. I paused a second too long so she plunged in harder hooking me and lifting so I rose up on my toes as if by her own strength. "It feels so good when you stroke my cock and fuck my ass with your finger, Miss Sylvia" "That's a boy," Sylvia said. "Now let's put something in here to keep you nice and open for us." She pulled her finger out. "Okay now spread them open like you do for the doctor, Jerr." I did as I was told because ... well, just because this was the most humiliating and exciting thing I could imagine. I felt the smooth round implement against my asshole. "Take a breath and relax, Deary." Lauren said and before my breath was completely exhaled I felt the missile stretch my sphincter and pop through. It hurt at first but once it was in the pain subsided and it felt strangely good. I felt something tickling the backs of my thighs. I moved my ass and felt it again. The women laughed at this. "That's a fine tail you're sporting, Jerry. It sort of balances that horse cock of yours." First of all, I do not have a horse cock. It isn't small but it's hardly large enough to call a horse cock. I felt behind me and in fact I did have a tail protruding from the end of the butt plug they had put in my ass. It must have looked funny between my cheeks. I even laughed when I saw my reflection in the sliding patio doors. Someone wrapped an apron around me and tied the bow in the back so my ass and new tail were completely exposed. Tres XXX Amigas Pt. 02 Note: This story begins in part 1. I was new in town and in my job at the university. Marty Sutter was one of my peers in the department. I was taken with her sharp looks and funny sense of humor so I jumped at the invitation to meet her two friends Sylvia and Lauren on her porch for summer drinks and laughs. Little did I know just how far I would be made to jump for my three new friends. I hope you'll read part one. * * * I saw Marty at work as usual; she was all business but pleasant, and friendly. I didn't have any reason to see either of her two accomplices, Sylvia or Lauren, because they worked in other departments on the other side of campus. From Marty's behavior you would have no reason to guess just a weekend ago they taught me my first CFNM lessons. After being stripped of my cloths and subjected to a series of taunts and torments I ended up on Marty Sutter's dining table, naked on hands and knees as she and her two cohorts milked my prostrate with a long silicon probe. I had a prostate-milked orgasm which, though delightful for my tormentors—I did supply plenty of "cream" for their coffee-did not produce a typical orgasm for me. In other words my pressure was released but my pleasure was not quenched. I was sent home with explicit instructions to not touch myself to orgasm until they saw me again. I was told there would be serious consequences if I didn't follow their rules. They had plenty on me, and lots of pictures on their phones to prove it. I believed they would make me pay if I didn't obey. I felt ravaged, and spent after last weekend's evening of humiliation and abuse. I was also more sexually aroused and excited by that experience then I have ever been in my life. Of course I had heard of CFNM-frankly, it turned me on¬¬¬¬-but I never thought it could happen anywhere but in my head. * * * My email on Friday morning brought the usual bevy of work related academic fodder: mandatory research committee meeting reminder, cafeteria services menu, grade change request, basket ball tickets for sale, late assignment excuse, mandatory research meeting cancelled, request for recommendation letter, basketball tickets still for sale, keys lost, basketball tickets sold, moral turpitude draft document for review—WTF?- recommendation letter request, keys found. I checked my personal account. All the usual but then I found this email from Marty. Hi Jerry, You were just delightful last weekend. Sylvie, Lauren, and I talked about our night of "Pictionary" all week. Speaking of pictures, you should see the ones we have of you, dear boy. Priceless! We have decided to make you a regular member in our little club. Please be at Sylvia's place Saturday at 7:00p sharp. Sylvia's contact info is attached. Don't worry about dress. Doesn't matter; you'll be out of your clothes in no time anyway. Hmmm maybe we should have you arrive naked...we'll see. e.g. Fondly, Marty Oh, and Jerry, I certainly hope you kept our deal-You haven't squeezed the cream out of your cream stick since we've seen you, have you? If you disobeyed us about this you will be in serious trouble, young man. * * * I felt my heart race as I read her email. "...Decided to make me a member in there little club...disobey...serious trouble," Marty was treating me like a little boy and I was just a year or two younger than her and her friends. What had I gotten myself into? And no, I had not "squeezed my cream stick," to use Marty's expression. As torturous as it was, I had not masturbated all week. My memories of my night with the ladies and the prospect of being with them again drove me crazy. I wanted to jerk off so badly but I held off all week half out of fear of the consequences and half just wanting to please my new friends. I couldn't believe the things they made me do. There was no denying the easy power they held over me, nor the simple fact that I was thrilled to be submissive to my Tres XXX Amigas. * * * It was tedious waiting for the calendar and clock to tick off the days and hours till Saturday. On Friday I finished work and raced home. I didn't go out and I had to Xanax myself to sleep from all the sexual tension. Saturday did not go any faster. I map-quested directions to Sylvia's address a couple of different ways and then, on Google Earth, I tried to will myself inside her house to quell my anxiety. An hour and a half before I was to leave I got a call from Marty. "Jerry, its Marty. Are you excited about coming over to Syl's tonight?" Before I could answer she went on, "We certainly are." She had a way of doing that, talking over you before you had a chance to respond. "You were just too much last weekend; and so well behaved." I waited for a pause. "Hi Marty. And yes, I'm pretty excited to spend some more time with..." She cut me off again. "Jerry, you didn't jerk your big dick off this week, did you...you didn't shoot your goo into a sticky puddle? Hmmm? Be honest because we will be able to tell." "No, Marty." "No what, Jerry?" Marty said sternly. "No, Marty, I did not have an orgasm since I left your place last weekend." "That isn't what I asked you, now is it, Jerry—what did I ask you?" "No, Marty, I didn't jerk my big dick off this week." "ah-hem." "...And I did not shoot my goo into a sticky puddle." "Very good, Jerry." Marty breathed into my ear. "Then you just might have one tonight if you behave. Oh, Sylvia thought I should warn you that her niece is visiting." Before I could question or protest she went on, "She is an art student from the Universidad De Polytechnica in Argentina. I've met her-she's lovely—you'll like her." "Marty, I'm not sure how I feel about anyone else being there. I mean, it would be mortifying to have someone else there. This is all so new to me." I was stammering at the thought of what that might mean; either we would not get to play or they were inviting someone else into their play session. Either way I was worried that things were getting out of hand much faster than I could handle. It was unbelievable enough that I was submitting myself to Marty and her two friends, Silvia and Lauren but even more so that they could invite anyone else into their game. I could feel my stomach clenching from fear... and yes, excitement. "Oh, don't be silly, Jerry, you'll be fine and besides, do I have to remind you about our agreement that we went over last weekend?" "No, Marty I remember..." "What do you remember, Jerry?" She pressed and I knew she wanted me to state what we had agreed upon" "I agreed to serve you, Sylvia, and Lauren when I was in any of your homes. I am to obey and to follow your instructions without asking questions. And if I do not do as any of you request I will be punished." "Good boy, Jerry. Now hurry on with your primping. Sylvia's niece will be here when you arrive but she's going out clubbing with friends so I don't want her to miss meeting you." * * * "pssst, over here, silly. We're out back." Marty called to me from the side of the house. For a woman just past sixty she looked great. She was dressed in white slacks and a sleeveless, pale yellow, silk knit top. The color set off her smooth tanned complexion. She was thin with good shoulders and a bit of definition in her arms from an active workout life. Her hips were full and her legs long and shapely. She wore suede flats that showed her shapely ankles and pretty feet. With short blond hair in a cute business cut, glasses and handsome features Marty was a looker. She led the way to a beautiful sitting area under a stained wooden pergola. "Hello Sylvia. Hello Lauren," I said as I greeted Marty's two friends. I surveyed the setting. What would I call the lavish area behind Sylvia's architect-designed home? It was too big and beautiful to call a yard yet too small to refer to as the grounds. The pallet of leafy colors and textures, varietal grasses, perennial shrubs, and perfectly quaffed trees felt natural but was anything but; this display of taste, design, landscaping, and subtle lighting was the result of much money and effort. It all worked to create a serene ambiance that was more beautiful than the interiors of many houses I'd seen. "Sit down, Jerry. Lets relax a minute and catch up," Sylvia said. I sat down between Marty and Lauren. Where Marty was a handsome woman Sylvia, probably five years younger than Marty, was beautiful. She had all the characteristics of the mature Latin: warm olive complexion, black hair with hints of gray and strong features with a few natural lines; evidence of a love of sun, smiles, and laughing. She had a big strong beauty that never lost an ounce of fiery femininity. She also had a way about her that could charm the pants off any women—Marty had told me Sylvia was a lesbian—or any man for that matter as I found out last week over our game of Pictionary. If Sylvia were gay I'd guess she was bi-enjoying both men and women...so long as they were submissive to her. She wore a very sexy summer dress in Cerulean with a lighter gray pin dot pattern that came to just below the knee. Her gorgeous legs were bare. Lauren was a sugar bomb. The youngest of the three at about forty-ish, she was heavy and carried her curvy weight like an athletic person. She had very fair, milky skin, chubby arms and legs, beautiful thin ankles and wrists and the prettiest, sexiest hands and feet, which were once again, mani-peddied to perfection. Her huge breasts were very visible through the loose and open neckline of her blouse. Her small nipples were pronounced and hardening. I wondered if I'd ever get to taste and hold them. I did get to explore her sumptuous ass last weekend when she pushed me down on the dining table and crawled up over me. With her skirt over my head she had smothered me in the hot wet folds of her pussy as she rode my face. I think she had an orgasm when I forced my tongue through the tiny ring of her anus. She was wearing a short skirt again. My mind started to wander. Lauren noticed and smirked, then winked conspiratorially at me. I felt it in my pants as my cock began to move. Silvia, our gracious host and ever the impatient Latina couldn't resist getting right to the point. "Jerry, you were a doll to serve us so completely last weekend. We all had such a good time playing with you. How about you, Jere, did you enjoy yourself being our naked man-servant?" I felt a rush of embarrassment. I was probably blushing but before I could speak Lauren interrupted. "Do you even have to ask, Syl? Of course he enjoyed himself." And then to me, "Jerry, I think my favorite was watching you prance around in that apron with the pony-tailed dildo in your ass, our precious little pony boy." "Yes, that was a sight wasn't it," Sylvia said, "His fat, meat-sausage swinging in front and that long tail in back but I think my favorite moment was that first look of realization on Jerry's face when he finally got the message we were trying to give him with that mushroom drawing. God, that was classic!" They all burst into laughter. It made me really uncomfortable, the way they were talking and laughing about me like I wasn't there. Marty said, "Yes, they were all great moments but my favorite was when I went into the kitchen and came back to find Jerry on his back on the dining table with Sylvia stroking his donkey cock with two hands AND YOU, Lauren with your skirt over his head grinding yourself all over his face. That was the highlight for me." Lauren pursed her lips into an "Oh" and covered it with her pretty hand to mock a guilty, "Who me?" Marty pressed on, "GOD, Lauren, I hope you didn't have one of your squirting orgasms on his face; the poor boy could have drowned." With that they all laughed. "Well, I'm glad we have pictures of the whole night; no one would ever believe it of our distinguished new faculty member would they?" I was groaning inside at the embarrassment but also hard with excitement. When they settled down I cleared my throat softly and asked, "How may I serve you Ladies tonight?" "Jerry, dear, we don't have anything unusual planned," Sylvia said, "but before we go one step further lets get you out of those clothes and into something more appropriate." "Good idea," Marty said. Lauren couldn't resist contributing. "Yeah, Jerry, take your pants off first. We want to go mushroom hunting again." Last weekend the whole thing had begun over a game of Pictionary. Sylvia had made a pretty phallic looking drawing and the women, lubed on frozen marguerites, got pretty rowdy as they started prodding me to guess. "Now Jerry, this is something I want to see," Sylvia had said as I stared at her drawing. I guessed "Mushroom" to the girls' laughter and frustration. When I finally offered that it looked like a big hairy dick, they had shouted, "YES, Jerry, it is a big dorky cock and that is what we want to see. We want to see YOUR big fat dong." On hindsight I think they were just waiting for an opening, any opening, to get me into their web, strip me naked and tease and torment me while they remained clothed. And that is exactly what they had done. "Come on, Jerry, you heard our host; take your clothes off now," Marty said snapping out of my thoughts. I was to obey all three of them but there was something in Marty's demeanor from the day I first met her that instilled a submissive desire in me to want to please. I started to take my clothes off in the headlight blaze of their hot stares. I didn't know how I felt about this. The ladies seemed different tonight somehow-more forceful, hurried. There was a sizzle of anxious energy in the air. It was making me nervous but I stood up and kicked off my shoes. I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. I let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. I picked them up and started to straighten and fold them. "Jerry," Marty said," just get your damn clothes off and hurry the hell up about it" I threw my pants to the side and yanked my pullover over my head and tossed it on the heap. I looked at Marty, then to Sylvia, and finally at Lauren. All three were expressionless. I started to pull my underwear down. When I was naked in front of them, all clothed and pleased with themselves, I felt that intoxicating mix of heady excitement, embarrassment, and powerless apprehension that CFNM can bring. It's one thing to strip for your girlfriend or, if you are lucky enough to strip for two women before a threesome, and strip poker is another thing but being told by a woman to take all your clothes off while she stands, fully clothed and stares at you can be the most intense concoction of sexual, emotional and physical feelings you will have. "Atta boy, Jere, now stand up straight and let us get a gander of your goose," Lauren said lewdly. I faced Lauren and in all my nervousness my dick was starting to creep awake. Lauren said, "Ahhh look. Pony boy is blushing." "Ya, but his mushroom is beginning to stir," said Marty. "Let me see, Jere. Turn to me so I can see that mushroom growing," Sylvie said. I turned to face Sylvie's inspecting eyes. She looked in my eyes, not at my cock. She knew it was getting hard. She didn't have to look. She started to talk to me. "Well, here you are, professor, buck naked again with your credentials hanging out there in all your academic splendor. But you don't look excited to see us. Your dick isn't showing your excitement. Do you think you can make him stand at attention for us? Go on, professor, play with yourself for me." My cock began to stiffen in my fist and I began to stroke harder and faster looking right back into her eyes. I didn't want to come—I just got here, and besides I didn't think they would let me—but here I was again and my mind got away from me and I was trying to make me as hard as I could for them but, Just as I began to harden for her, just as I felt good about my displayed hardening cock, I heard the click of heels on the slate patio behind me and I stopped. "Hola, I'm here. Caipirinhas, anyone?" The sensual voice that reminded me of Selma, Sophia, Peneloppia trailed off in that singsong way. "Ohhh, I yam sorry. Am I interrupting some sing?" "What perfect timing," Sylvia said. "Let me introduce you to our new neighbor. Jerry this is my niece, Princessa. Princessa this is Jerry." At Sylvie's urging I turned to face her niece. This new embarrassment caused the blood to rush from my half-hardening cock to my face. I was mortified and speechless. "And you must be Senior Jerry, it's a very big surprise to meet you... like this. Aunty Syl tells me you were the life of their party last weekend. I hope they didn't wear you out. I know how wild these ladies can be when they let their heads down." "Hello, Princessa. It is my pleasure to meet you," I mumbled. Feeling humiliated, I tried to cover myself with my hands. Sylvia's niece was a stunning beauty. Tall in her clubbing pumps but I'd guess she was about five-nine or ten on bare feet. She had a toned and shapely figure with luscious breasts and a big round, bumper, all shown off by her short cocktail dress. Her hair was long, thick, black luxury and she was the color, and probably the taste, of dark honey with sharp Latin features and hypnotic hazel eyes. Her heavily accented and funny English was just one more ingredient in her allure. "Ahem...Jerry, there is no need to hide from Princessa. She is a big girl. I think she would enjoy seeing your donkey dick. Wouldn't you, Princessa?" Marty said. "Ooooh Jessss, Marty, I love to see Mister Jerry's pistola," She replied. I dropped my hands and without missing a beat, Princessa stepped closer and took my deflating cock and shook it like a proffered hand in greeting. She looked down into my eyes but did not let go and my heart jumped a beat, and my breath stopped at the feel of her hot grasp. "OH Noooo, Professor, the pleasure is all for meee. You are so agreeing to these ladies. It's cute dat you doo whatever dey say. I see why dey had such a good party with you last time." They all exploded at this. I felt incredibly disarmed by my nakedness, my cock in her hand, her comment, and especially in the presence of my three devious friends who had so much on me. I had hoped they had not told her about our goings on last weekend but now that didn't matter. Princessa knew everything. She adopted a knowing half smile and let go of me. "Have a drink, Jerry," Sylvia said, "The Caipirinha is Brazil's national cock...tail. They make it with cachaca-that's a hard liquor made from sugarcane-simple syrup, and lots of limes. It slides down your throat so easily. Yummy delicious." Lauren snickered. "Ya-Up, Jerry, yummy deee-lish; slides right down your throat like a simple sugar syrup should." All those "S"es had hints of "H" in them; it was obvious that Lauren had more than one drink before I got there. Princessa served us drinks, took one for herself and we toasted to her first trip to North America. They all sat down and I looked for a seat. "No Jere, you can remain standing so my niece can admire our prize," Sylvie said. I felt dizzy with embarrassment as stood gulping my drink as the women all chattered on about warm summer nights, and a few other things over the second round. I was so anxious to see Princessa leave. As beautiful as she was, I didn't need another women to add to my humiliation. My Tres XXX Amigas could handle that well enough on their own. As if on queue, Princessa lowered her drink below her lips leaving a perfect lipstick kiss on the rim of her glass and asked coyly, "So, what were you ladies talking about before I interrupted you?" "Here it comes..." I groaned inwardly. "So, Jerry, what were we talking about?" Marty asked with a sly grin on her face. Tres XXX Amigas Pt. 02 "Jerry, as you can see, had just taken..." Lauren started to say before Marty interrupted her. "Stop, Lauren. I'd like Jerry to answer Princessa's question himself. I felt like something alive was crawling in my stomach. My embarrassment had reached a new height. Somehow things fell into place for me last weekend with my new friends but tonight with the addition of Sylvia's beautiful young niece things were different. Sylvia spoke in a soft coaxing voice. "Jerry, can you answer my niece?" My voice was shaky as I started to speak. "The ladies had just told me take off my clothes for them before you walked in." Princessa glanced at each of the women then fixed me with her dark eyes and pursed lips. "And... then I asked you a to do something?" Sylvie said. "Yes, " I whispered. "And..." Sylvie urged me on. "You asked me to stroke my cock to get hard for you," I said, but I already knew what was next so I began to stroke it for her again as if hypnotized. They all smiled slightly and nodded watching me. The tension in the air didn't stop me from getting hard and as I continued stroking my cock for my audience. Princessa spoke. "Oh, Aunty Syl, do you want me to make Senior Jerry to shoot his bomb? I yam sure I can make him squirt his juice in no time at all. Please Aunty can I play weeth it?" "No Gracias, Cessa. Vamanos!" Sylvia said. "You better run if you're going to meet your friends, but don't stay out all night, darling; you know you can come back here to party with us if you like" "Oh...alright, Aunty Syl, you are right. I have to run," Princessa said. She bid her goodbyes to the ladies then slid to the edge of her seat closer to me. Her face was level with my cock. "I am so sorry I have to leave so soon, Senior Jerry," she cooed as she trailed a long fingernail up along the underside of my cock. Then she leaned in and kissed the very tip of my cock. "I think it would be soo much fun to stay here and watch thee show." With that she whisked herself off. I stood with my now raging and corvette red lipstick tipped hard-on in my hand wondering what was in store for me now that I was finally alone with my Tres XXX Amigas. * * * Thanks for reading. As always, I value your feedback, comments, and votes. If you email me I will surely reply. L O R Tres XXX Amigas Pt. 03 *Note: This is the third installment in My Tres XXX Amigas. In part one I was new in town and in my job at the university. Marty Sutter was one of my peers in the department. I was taken with her sharp looks and funny sense of humor so I jumped at her invitation to meet her two friends, Sylvia and Lauren, on her porch for summer drinks and laughs. Little did I know just how far I would be made to jump for my three new friends. In part two I was invited back for more of their CFNM games. But they had a guest. I hope you'll read parts one and two. Also hope you'll vote, leave comments, and or send a feedback note. I look forward to those and always reply. * * * I stood naked with my fist wrapped around my cock, which now had the perfect imprint of Princesa's red lipstick kiss on its tip. Silence. Every one waited. I slowly began to stroke my cock for my Tres XXX Amigas. "Stop," Marty said, "leave that cock alone, and come over here, Jerry." There was something in Marty's demeanor that took hold of me from our very first introduction. Confident in her looks, direct in her gaze, and very attractive for a woman in her early sixties, Marty Sutter was perfect in her role as ringleader of her trio of academic Dominas. They weren't leather-clad, whiplashing Dommes; they were women in their mid years who had learned how to get what they wanted, particularly from a man susceptible to their wills and wants—a man just like me¬¬. I was someone who held his submission locked up inside through a long marriage and several relationships, coming to believe this secret would never surface--until I fell into Marty's world. I had only been in this town, this job at the unie for a few month. This was only my second visit to their homes—this time we were at Sylvia's, last time at Marty's--but I was already in over my head, entrenched in their control. They had pictures that could have cost me my job but it wasn't the threat of blackmail that held me; I was drunk on their power. I told myself all that stuff I knew from the internet; about power exchange, the gift of submission, and the submissive's control over the Domme but, let's face this, I had never uttered any complaint, tried to use a safe word, or balked at any of the humiliating things they made me do. I was hooked. She took my hands in hers and looked up into my eyes. "You like being our toy, don't you, Jerry. You like us doing whatever we please with you. Tell me that you like serving us in any way we want. Come-on, Jerry, say it. " Her words, the closeness of Sylvia and Lauren, all three of them dressed in their stylish clothes and me standing before them naked and aroused had me pulsing with embarrassed excitement. Eyes down, I whispered, "I love serving you, all three of you, in anyway you want." Marty smiled and nodded her approval. Sylvie smiled, and Lauren snickered. "You know we've just begun don't you, Jerry? We have many more things in store for you." She glanced at each of the others who were standing at my sides now. I lowered my eyes at the realization that my journey had only just begun. Marty squeezed my hands signaling everything was all right. "What do you think, girls, is it spanking time yet?" As if on queue the others guided me beside Marty. At the same time Marty swung my hands to her left and pulled me down across her lap. It was so graceful; it felt like a dance move. My cock was squished under me and against her lap. She started in by gently rubbing and then patting my behind as she cooed about what a naughty boy I was. Her little hands rubbed and caressed my cheeks. "Yes, he is a naughty one isn't he?" Sylvia said. "Look at him laying across your lap like a little boy pushing his ass up to meet your hand." Marty delivered two sharp smacks to my ass cheeks. It smarted; doing what it was supposed to do, focus my attention on the moment like a Zen master's slap. Just as I was settling down Marty delivered another set of smacks to my cheeks in alternating order. She spanked me for a while then she stopped. She rubbed my burning cheeks gently, caressed them—it felt good--then wailed away again. I was surprised by how stern she was and how hard she spanked. The next pause Marty pushed my naked thighs open and arranged my hard-on so it was trapped between her legs. Then she closed her thighs more tightly. "Now don't you dare come on my pants, Jerry. You'll make a mess of them." "Yeah, to say nothing of my rug. If you do that you'll be down on your hands and knees licking it up." Sylvie said. "Ew, that's gross," Lauren said, then added, "...but I like it." Then Marty commenced with a series of smacks to my ass cheeks that seemed relentless in their force and placement. She also slapped me in an upward direction causing my ass cheeks to jump and my cock to slide between her thighs. I began to squirm on her lap but that only increased her intent and inspired the others to want their turns. They were right. Of Course they were right. I could come at any minute. "Come on, Marty. Give him over to me." Lauren whined. "I want my turn on those cherry red muffins. Let me sit down and do it." But Marty wasn't done. She opened her legs, pushed me into a position straddling her right thigh. She locked her ankle over my leg and clamped her left arm tighter around my waist and spanked me more vigorously. The burning feeling, the embarrassment, and the feelling of being on the urge of coming was too much. Just when I thought I would lose it...in tears or spraying cum she stopped and gently rubbed my inflamed cheeks. "Such a good boy, Jere-ree. You have behaved so well and followed our rules all week. You poor thing, you were probably so excited from last week and wanted to jerk your meat stick and shoot your cum all out but you knew you weren't allowed. Because your orgasms, your cum, belong to us. Right, Jerry?" I didn't answer and that earned me another couple of hard swats on my already burning cheeks. "Yes, I wanted to but I didn't... I didn't jerk my meat stick and shoot my cum out all week because I belong to you." I said, knowing that she wanted me to repeat her words as she said them. Her choice of words was specific and meant to embarrass me and that was working. "Very good, Jerry," She said,"Girls, I know you want your turns and you shall have them but wouldn't you like him bent over the club chair? That way you can double-team him or maybe think of something else we could do to him in that position." Sylvia and Lauren laughed. They pulled me off Marty's lap and led me over to the big thickly upholstered chair. Lauren had my hard cock in her grasp like a handle and Sylvia coaxed me by squeezing my cherry red ass cheek. "Atta boy, big fella, on your knees up on the seat. Now drape yourself over the back of the chair. It's nice and heavy. It won't tip over. Now, lean way over like you're looking for the remote control. Yep, that's juxt-da-position I like," Lauren said in a leering tone as she took a slap at my burning ass cheek. I yelped. "Jerry, I want you to drape your arms over the back of the chair so I can tie your wrists to the back legs," Marty said. I draped my arms and they tied them down loosely but securely. My thoughts drifted to those times as a pre-pubescent kid when your loins are aching and you don't know why it feels so good to climb the clothesline pole. I'd get in positions like this on y bed at the hands of imaginary Amazon women captors. Then they tied my ankles down to the front legs of the chair. I remembered rustling naked in my sheets bent over a pile of pillows with my ass up in the air as they... as they did what? I don't think I knew—being an only child I hadn't even learned how to masturbate yet--I didn't know if my imaginary captors would whip me, tickle me, probe me, or lick me. All I knew was it felt wild and good to rub my cock against those pillows, bared and exposed to my captors, waiting to see what they had in store for me; just like I felt now, all these years later, naked and exposed, with my hard cock pressed up against the back of the big chair and my naked burning ass ready and waiting to see what Marty, Sylvia, and Lauren's would do to me. "Girls, Jerry is daydreaming." Lauren tattle-tailed, "Do we have something to spike his attention?" "I have just the thing, Lauren," Sylvia said as she opened a drawer and rustled something out. "I think he'll enjoy this. Don't you?" She stepped in front of me wearing a strap-on cock that looked to be about seven or inches long. She stepped closer and rubbed the tip of the purple dildo against my face. "How about it, Jere, is this something you might like?" "Maybe something he might lick," smart-ass Lauren said. "Give it a smooch, Jerry. Make friends with it." She goaded me on. I felt Marty's hands on my head from behind. She must have knelt on the chair seat behind me. I felt her breasts through her top against my bare back as her fingers snaked over my shoulder blades and up my neck, tilting my head back and directing my mouth towards Lauren's big cock. "Come on, Jerry. You know you want to. Give a kiss." Lauren was doing all the talking but Sylvia slowly urged the dildo towards my closed lips. She began to push it through my parted lips. It smelled latex, filled my senses, torqued my emotions. I kept resisting. Just as I was beginning to adjust to the assault Lauren, who was the only one unoccupied at the moment, grabbed my dick in one hand yanking it down between my parted legs and inserted her wet thumb in my asshole. I knew it was her thumb because it was big and I felt her fingers wrap around my balls and the base of my shaft. I yelped and the purple dido slipped between my clamped lips. They all hooped and laughed. * * * "OH MYAH. What are you ladies doing to your poor Senior Jerry?" Fear shot through me like an electric shock at the new voice in the room. "Cessa! What are you doing back so early? I thought you would be out all night," Her aunt said. "Honestly, Aunt Syl, I never left. Your party sounded so goood I just hide in de libararry and watched and listened. I feel like such a vooyear. I am sooo sorry. BUT den de action got to be just too much for me. Mamma Mia, I could not stood steel any moor so I had to come in. Is dat alright dat I yam here?" Who is not a sucker for these incredibly sexy Latin women? First it was Selma, then Penelope, Jay L, and now its Sofia; they all have that incredible caramel complexion, lilting sexy accents, dark eyes, feminine/handsome features, and those ravenous figures. And they never quit; they just age with so much sexuality and beauty. Well, Princesa had her share of all those qualities. She wasn't a petite woman but she was shaped like a classic beauty; hourglass, large breasted, beautiful round bumba, great legs, long luscious tresses, and that gorgeous smile. "Yes! It is perfect that you are here. Come in and play with us, Cessa. Play with "Senior Jerry." I think he would be flattered by your attention," Sylvia said. "Ya, give him some your attention, Princesa. He'll be flattened." Lauren said. Well, now I had four incredible dominant women, all dressed, using and abusing me. It was both frightening and at the same time the most arousing thing I could imagine. "May I play with him too," Princesa said but she was already prowling in closer to her prey. I could taste her nearness. She fixed me with her gaze and ran her fingers through my hair. I rolled my head in her grasp and she gripped my hair and squeezed until my whole scalp burned like my ass cheeks did earlier. She gently but firmly pushed my head out of her grasp and raised my chin with her fingertip and did something I was not expecting. She leaned in and kissed me very lightly at first and then more intensely until I felt her tongue tangoing with mine. My head was swimming. I was losing myself in her fiery heat. She broke her kiss and slapped my face sharply. It smarted but it felt like just another part of her passionate sexuality. "Oh, he ees a good plaything eesn't he, Aunty? He is like pooty in my fingers." "Oy, it's putty; putty in your hands," I heard Lauren smirk from the sidelines. With that the ladies went into action. They got behind me and I felt hands playing with my ass. I also felt someone lightly stroking my cock. Princesa began to sway in front of me softly gyrating her hips and moving her arms to some alluring rhythm. "Give him a show, beautiful," Sylvia said. "Yes, make him crazy with lust, Princesa," Marty said. Princesa pulled the left spaghetti strap of her cocktail dress off her shoulder. Then she dropped the right one and began to push the dress down her body. She turned and swayed slowly to some music that was now playing in the background...or in my head. With her back to me she tick-tocked her hips urging the dress down her thighs and finally stepped out of the small pool of fabric at here feet. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. She stood with her feet shoulder width apart; her hips cocked slightly, ass cheeks like caramel flan, dimples at the base of her spine. Her perfect legs locked, thighs hard, calves defined—accentuated by the four-inch shoes with those red soles. Her heels were not just sexy; they were obscenely erotic revealing the curve under her instep and cleavage at every toe. The kind of reveal anyone would kneel down and kiss if they had the chance. She did it all. She looked over her shoulder at me. She cupped her breasts, which I had not seen yet. She ran her hands down her flat tummy and slid them over her pussy and down her thighs then around and up to grasp her ass cheeks. She tossed here hair luxuriously and bent slightly forward pushing her ass out. I swooned. She turned towards me. What I saw between her legs was not a surprise. On some primal level I think I knew that Princesa had a cock. This beautiful one hanging down between her legs in all its thick, heavy, splendor, did not shock me. What did surprise me was my own reaction to it. It was bigger than mine, bigger than the plastic one behind me. It really was beautiful. I was transfixed (I know, bad pun) but I wanted it. This had started out as some amazing CFNM fantasy come true but now I felt like I was in a surreal sexual dreamscape I could never have imagined. She flashed a lusty and challenging smile. This is about where you might expect Lauren would break Princesa's spell with one of her sassy quips but Lauren looked hypnotized. We all were. Then I felt my ass cheeks being fondled; separated, pulled wide apart to ready me. That finger entered me, a slick lubricated finger. The grease felt cold. Finger wormed inside me, slid back and forth, rotated, hooked down to touch my prostate, then slid out with a soft pop. "Just relax, Sweetie. You'll enjoy this if you don't tense up." It was Marty, arm around my back, whispering at my ear. "Take a breath. Now let it out and it'll go in easily." It was that purple dildo, sliding up my ass now, driven by Sylvia's soft pelvic movements. Gently at first, then insistently harder as Marty continued cooing me. Her words were softly penetrating my head as the plastic dick was being forced through the restriction of my sphincter muscle. I felt sweat bead my forehead. I tried to focus my attention back on Princesa--anything to distract me. She was closer now. Her skin was so smooth. Her breasts were magnificent. Her areolas--half-dollar circles with nipples the size of Black Crow Dots. They must have been augmented but plastic surgery was invented in Brazil and these beauties looked like Ivo Pitangay himself had done them. I imagined someday licking to lick tequila from her luscious navel--that would never happen—but then there was her cock. "Do you like, Senior Jerry? Do you like Princesa's big pussy-pop?" She purred her words in that singsong accent. She may have even poured it on a little heavier. I just uh-hummed up into her eyes. I felt the dildo moving inside me. Princesa stepped closer. I could smell a hint of her musky perfume, her own clean scent, and her powerful pheromones. "Does eet feel like you imagined eet would, Jerry?" Princesa said as she held her long perfect cock in her hand and slid along my cheek. She tapped it against my forehead, and then knocked it against my lips like the Big Bad Wolf knocking on Piggy Number One's straw-house door. It was not fully hard yet—more heavy and thick like something from a Mapplethorpe photograph--but ominous too. I could see and feel it getting longer and harder. "Don't you want to taste it, Senior Jerry? Open opp and taste my deelicious pussy." and she placed it to my clenched lips. Unlike with Lauren and that awful plastic poker, I didn't resist. I kissed it. Then I opened my mouth and took just the head in, locking my lips around the deep ridge that defined its perfect cap. I tasted the salty droplets of pre-come, and then I took it deeper. It was hard and soft, velvety smooth, red hot and blue cool all at once. I sucked it like the long half of a Popsicle. You know. You've done it; slid it in imagining what it might be like to suck a cock. And just like that Popsicle, I took Princesa's beautiful cock, now longer and definitely rock hard, to the back of my throat. I felt the gagging reflex. "Jerry, you are not ready for that. Take it slow and enjoy. Enjoy it," she said and I did. The clothed-female-naked-me torments of my Tres XXX Amigas had progressed. I was now being spit-roasted between the plastic cock thrusting deep in my ass and beautiful Princesa's very real cock slow-sliding down my throat. For a moment I wondered where this was going to go. Wondered if I was on a slow descent into some Hellish place where I would lose my soul but that passed as Princesa cradled my head in her hands and made love to me. She told me later that she did not like to top and she reserved her own beautiful ass for her boyfriend. The closest she would go with a casual guy was to perform oral in either direction. But she adored meeting new men, teasing them, and ultimately seeing the lust in their eyes when she revealed her cock for the first time. Loved how some would resist till their first taste and then how insatiable they got. Like I was now as she held my face in her hands and slow-fucked my hungry mouth. "Get ready, Mister Jerry, I tink I yam going to cum." "Mmmm," I mmmed, letting her know I was hers. She placed her hand under my chin and slid that long hard pole in as deep as she knew I could take and rocked her pelvis for a few good thrusts. Marty still held my shoulders and her face was right next to mine. She had grabbed my cock too and was urging me to cum with Princesa. "That a boy, Jere. Don't you want to shoot your load with Cessa? With her big cock in your mouth, after a whole week your load will be so big. Come-on, Jerry, cum for us." Lauren stood on the other side. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her hand fluttering between her legs as she gaped at the intense spectacle she was witnessing. This was Princesa's first visit and I think this was a new experience for Tres Amigas as well. "Here it comes, Jerry. Open up and take you medicine," Marty cooed as she yanked my cock harder and faster. "Ahyeee," Princesa exclaimed as she shot the biggest load of hot come into my mouth I could have ever imagined. I swallowed as much as I could but gagged and cum squirted out of the corners of my mouth into Princesa's hand at my chin. That's when I exploded into Jerry's hand. When Princesa's cum spewing cock subsided. She withdrew it slowly. Then she rubbed her cum filled hand into my mouth. I felt Jery's hand too. She was rubbing my own cum over my face and mouth too. Princesa knelt in front of me and, grasping my hair tightly, she kissed me deeply. Her long pointy tongue intertwining with mine, languidly exploring my mouth, this kiss, lubricated with our combined hot cum and gooey saliva--sloppy, intoxicatingly beautiful-- seemed eternal. I knew I would never forget it. Obrigada, Princesa. Tres XXX Amigas Pt. 03 I don't know if I passed out, tranced out or what. All four women were in front of me now. They held me, kissed me, and stroked me. They made me feel like I had run through some incredible gauntlet. Even sassy Lauren made me feel cared for. They did not drop their control though. They dressed me, packed me up, pointed me in the right direction. With a sharp smack on the rump they sent me home to my barn, rode hard, and soaking wet. L O R Thank you for reading. Please vote, leave comments, and or send a feedback note. I look forward to those and always reply. Most of all, to you who write here on Lit, thanks you for your great and inspiring stories. Tres XXX Amigas "Let's have a look at you Jerry. Step over to the middle of the floor." Sylvia said. "Looks like an IPhone moment to me, girls." Lauren said and then, "Smile for the camera." She took a few shots with me standing there then a couple more with Marty and Syl posing next to me. Some with me turned around so you could see my tail. Then they took some of Sylvia and me alone. Sylvia had a mean streak. She reached around and pulled my tail and snarled as the pic was taken. It hurt and I can only imagine my expression. "Well then, now we have Jerry in just the position we want. Lets have him prepare something for us for dinner" Marty said to the others. And then to me, "Alright now Jerry there are prepared meats, veggies and condiments in the fridge and you'll find breads, crisps, and other things in the pantry. Put something nice together for us. But before you start would you open a bottle of wine and serve us in the living room." I took a few minutes to get some of the other things out of the fridge. I found the wine and a tray with three stemmed glasses waiting in the pantry. "Hmmm I guess this trap was all set before I even walked in the door", I thought as I walked towards the living room with my tail swaying behind me. The women were now sitting, talking, and laughing as if nothing unusual was happening. "Oh, Thank you, Jerry", Marty said. I served the wine and each eyed me as if I was completely dressed normally. "Well have our light dinner in the dining room in a half hour, Jerry." "Yes.... Mis...tress Marty." I risked the pretense of calling her Mistress. She seemed like the leader of the pack. She looked at me warily, and then smiling warmly said, "Very nice. Thank you, Jerry." Only Lauren could not resist the temptation to make a comment. When I turned to walk back to the kitchen she said, "emm, Jerry, where do you get your hair done? Your ponytail is positively perfect." I left the room to their raucous laughter. Back in the kitchen I put the food together. Marty had pretty much thought of everything. It didn't take long to plate things, set the table and ready the platter. I even had a minute to fill the coffee machine and find the coffee cups and saucers. "hmmm," I thought to myself, "Very nice, Jerry, maybe you missed your calling." I went back to the living room, poured more wine and announced dinner was ready whenever they were. Dinner went smoothly. The women seemed pleased with me. Of course they chided me and missed no opportunity to embarrass me. They caressed my ass and occasionally one would lift my apron to see how "he" was doing under there but for the most part it was a pleasant dinner. Towards the end Marty told me they would take coffee there in the dinning room. I cleared the table and went to get the coffee tray ready. "Serve us our coffee, Jerry and then take that damn apron off. I think the girls and I would like to play." I served them, returned the tray to the kitchen, and removed my apron there. I took a breath and went back into the dining room wondering what could come next. The girls cheered and hooted when I came back in with my tail swaying and my dick swinging. Well, I thought it was swinging. "Oh My God, look at that thing between his legs. It's wagging like a little puppy tail. Come over here, Jerry, we'll have to do something about that state you are in," Marty said. She took me in her hand and began to fondle and caress my balls and cock. I started to stiffen right away. "You like this waiter game don't you? I think you love the attention and maybe you like the embarrassment too. Don't worry; there will be more to come, much more. And don't think you have a choice about coming back, Jerry. We have you in such a compromising position. We have stories, we have pictures and most of all we have you by the balls." She squeezed my balls tightly as she said this to emphasize her point. The pain in my sides was effective. Just as I was about to flinch she caressed my dick and stroked it gently. "I know you like it when I stroke you but how about a soft kiss, Jerr? What do you think? Would you like me to take your hot dog in my mouth?" With that she brought her mouth closer to my hard dick. I thought she was going to tease me but she puckered her lips and kissed the tip and then looked up at me and sucked me inside her warm mouth. I leaned back and swayed at the pleasure. "You like that? Well wait to you see what I can do," Sylvia said. "Bring your shlong over here, I want to give you some tropical fever." Marty pushed me away and towards Sylvia. She grabbed my by my waist and turned me towards her. "Okay, Senior Herrold, up on the table!" I didn't understand but she directed me to sit on the edge of the table facing her with my feet on either side of her chair seat. That's very good. Now I have you right where I want you. And you thought I wanted to look at mushrooms. It's your meat stick I want to look at." She held me in her hands and stroked me while she spoke. My dick twitched and seemed to grow even more. With that she took my "meat stick" all the way to the back of her throat in one slow insertion. After yakking it against the tight passage of her larynx a few times she backed off and slobbered and sucked me like she was trying to melt and swallow me before anyone else could have a go. I was feeling like I couldn't hold back but every time I started to tighten up she would back away, squeeze here or pinch there and I'd be back at the bottom of the hill. Marty had left the room and I felt Lauren's hands on my shoulders pulling me back and away from Sylvia's hungry mouth. "Okay there, Mommy, back off and give me a turn. Lean back Jerry, right on down on the table." She lowered me back so I was lying back across the width of the table. "Scoot on back some more so your head is over the edge. I want to give you my biggest and best kiss." She leaned over me and kissed me with our faces in opposite directions. She slid her tongue deep into my mouth and the upside-down sensation of the top and bottom surfaces of our tongues against each other was amazing. She worked the breath out of me and then quickly stood, lifted her skirt, and lowered herself over my face. I scrambled to avoid but she captured me between her big thighs. My nose slid deep into her pussy and my mouth squarely against her asshole. "Lick me, Jerry. I want to feel your tongue right inside me. If you don't I'll smother you." She lifted enough for me to suck some breath through the side of my mouth but just as soon as I got a gulp she was down again. "I don't feel your tongue, loverboy. Let's get it right up inside my asshole." She jiggled her ass only making the contact more complete. I pushed my tongue into her anus and it felt like I was licking a nine-volt battery—musky, electric, mildly shocking but it didn't stop me from probing deeper. "Oh, Yesss, Jerry, that's it. Push it in deeper. Wiggle it inside me" Stepping up on the chairs beside her Lauren climbed up over me on the table and with here knees on either side of my head rode me with all her weight against my face and all her passion in her thrusts. I felt crushed. I felt swamped in her heat and her pussy juices. Just as I thought I might pass out I heard someone clapping her hands and shouting. "LADIES! LADIES! What DO WE Have here? I leave the room for a minute and you ravage the help," Marty said as she came back into the room. Lauren climbed off me moaning and stepped back. "I just realized that we don't have any creamer for coffee." "Oh No!" Sylvia played along. "What are we going to do?" "Well we will just have to milk our cowboy here to get some cream," she said with a wicked grin. "Perfect!" the others agreed. "Up on the table on your hands and knees, Cowboy. Your about to be milked." "Don't you think we should let Jerry rest," Lauren said. "He must be aching to come by now." I think Lauren wanted to rest. She had a glazed look in her eyes and I'd be surprised if she hadn't had an orgasm when she was grinding her pussy and asshole against my face. "I don't have to tell you girls that when a guy is in that ready to come state he would do anything to continue towards the goal line. We could play with Jerry here till he passes out form exhaustion. Until he comes he will not stop." Marty looked at me. "Isn't that right, Jerry?" I nodded yes and climbed up on the table. I was tired and felt like I had enough but my cock was yearning and my balls were beginning to ache from not coming. Marty was right; I would have played all night or until they let me come. "Now Ladies, this is a very interesting process. Jerry here wants to come so badly. He knows we want his come. What he doesn't know is that if I milk his prostate he will release all his seminal fluid without having the pleasure of a real orgasm. Is that positively wicked or what?" She began right away as if giving a crafting demo. "First I remove Jerry's lovely ponytail." As she said it she was pulling back on the long fibers and it's biggest diameter was now at the tight ring of my sphincter muscle. Marty eased back on the reins. "There ya go, big fella. Just relax and press that dildo out of your ass." God she knew how to make a guy hard and keep him there. She slid her hand under me to caress my abdomen and tugged gently but steadily and the butt plug popped out. My ass felt open and violated. I could feel the cool room air inside me. But not for long because no sooner was the butt plug out then I felt her fingers massaging lubricant into my anus. It felt nice. I wiggled back a little at the pleasure. Then I felt a second anal intruder poised at the gates. "Atta boy, take a nice breath. This one doesn't have a thick bulb thing like the other...but it's much longer and it will go where no ship has gone before." The girls laughed at Marty's joke. AAAAaaaHHHHHhhhhhHHHHhhhhh, I half sighed half groaned as the long thin dildo slid inside me. Is this what it feels like to be a woman. Was it all about being penetrated and feeling things pushing inside you, filling you up? My thought was interrupted, rudely, by the feeling of something hard probing someplace that had not been probed before. It was an intense pleasure laced with fear and panic. I was so taught that I might have been on one knee and one hand like a car with a warped frame up on the rack. The girls' attention was totally focused on what Marty was doing to me. "It's such a trigger point. Relax, Jerry. Now I'm going to very gently massage your prostate gland. There we are. Can you feel that Jerry? The Doctor examines you here but the secret is he has to be careful because he doesn't want you to come all over his exam table. I'm right there against your prostate and I do want to make you come. We have to drain all this gooey stuff out of you. It won't take long." I felt her gently probing. The feeling was strange but pleasant. Now speaking to the girls in her crafting class, "That's it. Now a gentle back and forth against this spot right here. You have to be so gentle or else he will tighten up or maybe even get hurt." "UHHHHHHH, OWWWWWEEE," I was moaning softly at the pleasure and fear of pain as she kept triggering my response. "I think it's just a little bit longer before we get some milk from our specimen." I hadn't noticed that someone had put a coffee creamer beneath me. My dick was as hard as a piece of wood and aiming down towards the creamer. All of the sudden I felt a strange feeling. I felt feverish and I could here someone moaning who I soon realized was me. My cock started to release a thin milky fluid ... a good deal of a thin milky fluid. There wasn't a feeling of climax but there was a feeling of complete release as fluid was expelled from my glands. I'd never experienced anything like this. It was like a non-orgasm. I felt intense relief but...not orgasmic pleasure. "Well look at that, Lauren, Jerry is dribbling like the cafeteria milk machine," Sylvia said. It went on for longer than expected. I just dribbled till the creamer had a substantial amount of fluid. All three of the women helped me down from the table and then dressed me. I was spent and exhausted. They dotted over me until I calmed down then they ushered me to the door. "Jerry, you're a good sport," Marty said. I felt all of there hands on me, supporting me. Sylvia was at my right holding my bicep in both her hands, Marty at my left holding me around the waist. I could feel Lauren behind Sylvia with her hands on my back and shoulders. "I am so glad you could come over and meet my friends, Jerry. I know the girls will not want to wait too long to see you again. Goodnight Jerry." They all said goodnight and closed the door behind me as I stepped down her porch steps. Luckily I had walked to Marty's thinking I might possibly drink too much but it was not the alcohol that had left me so depleted and weak. I don't remember walking home, getting undressed, or crawling into bed. I passed out or feel into a deep sleep and didn't wake for sixteen hours. L O R I haven't written in a while but I always come back to Lit.com. It's the best story site. I've found so many great writers here and I even have enjoyed some fans. If you read this story send me feedback. As a wannabe writer it's my only form of approval or criticism. I'd love to hear from you. I always respond.