5 comments/ 48928 views/ 10 favorites Humiliating Nightmare Ch. 01 By: LynusSmall I grew up in a small town with a large university in it. In 4 years of high school I had a few girlfriends and lost my virginity. The relationships didn't last long and were relatively uneventful. But my first year of college quickly turned into an absolute humiliating college nightmare. My doctor said if I tell my story anonymously on-line it will help me get over it. I hope she is right. I met Lisa in 11th grade (her real name -- I love her too much to change it). She was new to school that year, was very pretty and instantly became popular, a cheerleader and dating a wrestling star from the local University. She asked me to help her with math and after 2 study sessions and her B on the test, we were close friends; my best friend. I helped her in all her classes and was able to hang out with her popular and beautiful friends. I was so happy. I knew I didn't stand a chance with her but I was so excited just to be with her, to be able to talk to her and, most importantly, look at her close up. Being around her was a drug and I was addicted. After high school we both attended the University in our town. I could have attended any University I wanted but Lisa convinced me to go to the local University with her and most of my school-mates from high school. I was a puppy dog around her and could not say no; I also didn't want to lose our friendship as I had about the biggest crush on her you can imagine. She is the typical beautiful blonde: athletic body, incredible legs, skinny waste and a beautiful face and skin. Every little part of her toned body is sexy and her blonde hair down to her firm butt drives me crazy. About the second month of college Lisa invited me to a party at her house. She had 4 amazingly cute roommates, one of them was also named Lisa -- a brunette goddess with short hair that totally works on her and shows off her beautiful long neck. The party was incredible and packed with beautiful girls that could all be models. I felt skinny as a rail because all the guys had huge muscles but were total idiots and assholes. Most of the guys were jerks to me, treated me like a little joke, but I stayed close to Lisa (and her roommate Lisa) and got to talk to them and their hot friends. One of Lisa's friends, Paul, was pretty cool to me but I suspected it was because he had a crush on Lisa and wanted to kiss up by hanging with her nerdy guy friend. He turned me on to smoking and we hung out and played Frisbee golf. He was athletic and attractive but seemed to know he didn't have a chance with Lisa either. From his pants I could always tell he was packing. Me... not so much. I felt cool hanging out with him. As the party continued Paul and I started talking to two girls (Jay and the other Lisa - not my best time friend but her roommate). We ended up going into one of the bedrooms to smoke. The room had two beds and we sat and smoked and drank for an hour or so. Both girls had short dresses on and their legs were muscular, tanned and incredible. I couldn't keep my eyes off of their short dresses and could occasionally see panties. With in minutes I knew Lisa (again not my best friend but her roommate) had on a black G-string and Jay pink panties with a heart on the front. Jay was also athletic, had short blonde hair was totally smoking hot. It was as if they wanted us to see their little panties. After we got a little hammered Paul started hitting on the girls and the girls flirted back just as much - like it was a competition. I was pretty drunk and I don't remember how it came up but we started talking about kissing. One thing led to another and we played a game where we would make out and then switch partners. The girls teased Paul and said I was the far better kisser. That gave me huge confidence and I was more proud than I had ever been in the girl department. Paul didn't seem to care and starting calling me "The Stud," like he was paying me respect. I should have ran out then! We smoked again and it seemed to set off a fire with the girls. They started to make out with us aggressively. We were all on one bed when Lisa stood up and seductively led me over to the other bed. Lisa and I made out and it was hot. I had my hand up her shirt when I heard a moan and looked over at Paul and Jay on the other bed. Paul and Jay were going at it on top of the covers and were both were totally naked. It was so hot because they both had incredibly fit bodies; it looked like a porn movie. Lisa whispered in my ear "he's packing a damn tree trunk," giggled and kissed my neck. Lisa and I watched and snuggled for a while and giggled between us -- it was weird to see people doing it right in front of you. Paul was on top and Jay was moaning like it was the best thing she had ever had. After we watched them go at it for a while Lisa said "that's it." With that she took off her top. Quickly. She had amazing tits, flat stomach and a black bra. She asked innocently "can you help me with this" and I fumbled with her bra. Unfortunately I couldn't get it off and eventually she giggled and took it off herself. I got up the nerve and pulled down her skirt to reveal the tiny black G-string I had been spying on and an incredible body. As I kissed her fit and flat little stomach I thought to myself "she is so out of my league; I'm so lucky!" God I should have ran out of the room! Paul and Jay were still going at it, Jay was on top now and it seemed as though she had gotten off at least three times while Paul just kept going like the energizer tree-trunk bunny. It seemed like they didn't know or care that we were in the room. Lisa said something to the effect of "well you are an awesome kisser, what else do you have up your sleave?" Paul and Jay stopped for a second, looked over at us from the other bed and Paul said "you go Stud!" Lisa looked me in the eyes and said "ya, let's go Stud." I immediatly felt a bolt of fear run cold through my body. With that she whipped off my shirt to reveal my less than muscular chest. She didn't seem to mind and still seemed very turned on. She unbuckled my belt and I immediately felt self-conscious about my size down there. Lisa pulled down my jeans eagerly like she was opening a present. I suddenly wished I wasn't wearing those stupid tighty whiteys just as Lisa giggled and said "tighty whiteys" with a sound of surprise and humor. I heard a giggled come from Jay who was still on top of Paul but now facing the other direction and rocking back and forth slowly but with purpose. Lisa and I made out for about another ten minutes. We both just had our underwear on but I couldn't seem to get the courage to make the final move or to touch her down below. Finally she said in a seductive voice "Will you take off my panties?" I about melted. At that Paul chuckle and said "Stud" again as Jay continued to ride him facing the opposite direction. I was nervous but put my fingers on the sides of Lisa's panties and slowly pulled them down and slipped them off of her beautiful feet. I felt like I was going to erupt and tried to gain control of myself. I started doing math problems in my head to gain control. Lisa was shaved and her skinny waste and sexy legs were incredible. I was straining the limits of my tighty whiteys. I could explode at any second and Lisa hadn't even touched me down there yet. I was worried. I was so nervous that I wouldn't last so I went down on Lisa for what felt like an hour. My member was straining and pulsating against the bed as I did my best to please her with my mouth. I tried and tried, doing the alphabet with my tongue, but it didn't seem like she was close to the edge. Finally I got a tap on the shoulder and she said in a sweet but somewhat impatient voice "get up here Stud." The sound of the word "Stud" was starting to freak me out. I looked up at her, my face like a glazed donut covered in her perfume like juices, and then looked over at Paul and Jay. They were now sitting next to each other smoking cigs. They both looked satisfied and were watching Lisa and I intently and giggling to each other like grade school kids. Jay saw me looking and said "pull down those tighty whiteys" and then Paul chimed in "ya, down with the tighty whiteys, off with their heads." Lisa looked at me intensely but with a smirk and said "ya, pull down the tighty whiteys; it's our turn to put on the f$#ing show." I'm not sure why but I stood up from the bed and stood in front of Lisa. Why did I have to stand up for this? I was nervous. I slowly pulled down my under pants. After seeing what Paul had I felt like a little boy. I was very excited and my member sprang out of my shorts and starred up at the ceiling. I was very nervous about my size, it is pretty skinny like the rest of me, but Lisa didn't seem to mind and said seductively, "come here Stud." I almost lost it just from her seductive sweet voice. The party was still going in the living room and we could hear crazy yelling, laughter and clinks of glass and beer bottles. I was so nervous my stomach hurt. I was awkward and laid down flat next to her on the bed, my hands at my sides and my member standing upright and harder than I had ever been before. Why did I lay down like that? I knew it looked awkward but I felt powerless to do anything different. Lisa leaned over me and kissed me passionately. She put her warm hand below my knee and slowly starting moving up. Her hand felt like it was a 1000 degrees and so did my skinny noodle. Lisa's hand slowly made its way up my leg. I nervously looked over at Paul and Jay; they were whispering and occasionally glancing over at us with smiles like they were watching a football game (or maybe a comedy). Lisa gently put her finger and thumb around the base of me. I felt like I was going to erupt and in a panic hissed "wait" involuntarily. As soon as I said "wait" I heard Jay erupt with a knowing giggle and then heard Paul said "shhh" in a mock disapproving tone followed by his own little knowing giggle. I was too scared to look over at them. I wanted to some how delay what felt inevitable but what could I do. I was in a panic. I should have got up and ran out. Lisa said in a sweet and caring voice, "what's the matter," and gently stroked her silky hand up from my base, slowly, to my tip; not exactly a long trip if you know what I mean. Before she even made it to my skinny tip I again involuntarily said "oh no" and started squirting. By body convulsed and it seemed to startle Lisa who immediately pulled her hand away and leaned off of me in surprise -- like she didn't want to get hit by my spraying little pencil pusher. Alone I started erupting all over my stomach and chest without Lisa even touching me. The words "one pump chump" echoed in my head and I couldn't imagine what Lisa, Jay and Paul were thinking. Would the other Lisa, my best friend and crush, hear about this? She knew my parents and all my friends. It must have lasted only seconds but it felt like hours. I was so embarrassed it didn't even feel that good, just humiliating. While I was erupting I looked into Lisa's eyes and she had a look of shock like she just saw a snake (or a worm I guess). I then glanced over at Paul and Jay and they both were covering their mouths but could not hide their huge grins, giggles and wide eyes. After I was through I was mortified and then looked to the left of Jay and Paul. The other Lisa, my best friend and crush, was standing at the door with a look of shock and disapproval I had never seen in her before. I don't know how long she had been standing there but she had obviously seen my quick performance; one freaking stroke -- not even a stroke -- I thought to myself. She awkwardly said "sorry" and quickly exited and closed the door. Paul and Jay were getting up and putting their clothes on calmly. I was in shock and just laid there covered in my own juice and shame. I couldn't move. After recovering from her own shock, Lisa (not my old friend but her hot room mate -- the one who had just given me 1/2 of a pump) kissed me on the cheek and said "it's ok, you are a sweetie." Her kiss felt more like a mother's peck on the cheek than passion and she looked and sounded like she felt sorry for me. I had went from Stud to Sweetie pretty fast; pun intended. I still couldn't move when Lisa stood up and started getting dressed with Jay and Paul looking in the mirror and improving their bed-ridden appearances. My member was still pulsing with the beat of my heart and slowly shrinking down to a nub. I was again embarrassed that I had shrunk down further but still couldn't move although I wanted to cover myself, mess and shame. They acted like nothing happened and got dressed and joked about this and that. As they left Paul looked back at me and said "Hey Stud, let's go back and join the party, there is beer to be a drunken!" Hearing him say "Stud" was so humiliating but he seemed relaxed. Maybe it wasn't so bad. But damn, I had just proved my self to me less than a one pumper and I was still laying there covered in my own juice with a nub. How could he not think less of me, not to mention Lisa and Jay and the other Lisa (my Goddess and best friend in the world). After they left I quickly cleaned my self up. I didn't want to go back into the party but what choice did I have. It was only 11 PM. As I attempted to get my courage to rejoin the party I listened with my ear at the door. The voices were loud and there was laughter, cursing, and the sounds of bottles clinking - normal college party sounds. All clear? I started to feel like it was going to be ok -- maybe nobody would think anything of it - until through the wall of voices I heard the word "Stud" shouted out in laughter by a girl followed by other shouts of "Stud" and more laughter. What was that about I wondered and prayed it wasn't about me and my little performance! Could it be about something else? Was I screwed? Could the Lisas, Jay and Paul keep a secret? Jay did seem a little mean, always smirking. I was screwed. I slowly opened the door and walked into the party. Again I should have ran out the front door, left town and went to Harvard or Yale because my prior humiliation was nothing, absolutely freaking nothing, compared to what was to come - an absolute humiliating college nightmare. I will tell more (probably not all) of the story later; I wish it had ended there but there was so much worse to come. It haunts me. I will say this - I'm 4 years out of college but what started that night still controls me today; to my shame and others' sadistic pleasure. F me. Humiliating Nightmare Ch. 02 An absolute humiliating college nightmare - Part 2 I carefully cleaned myself up with toilet paper and tried to get the courage to walk back into the party. I had just humiliated myself in front of Paul, Jay (a hot blonde with short blonde hair) and not one but two hot Lisas; my best friend and her hot roommate who had made be burst with one half of a pump. All of this after we had just watched Paul and his tree trunk give Jay several happy endings for well over an hour on the other bed in the room. The comparison made it worse. The shame was over-whelming. One half of a pump, just up and not even down and I exploded all over myself with Lisa jumping back like she had seen a spider. I slowly walked back into the party from the bedroom. No one immediately looked over at me. The party was going wild and everyone was in-shape and attractive; I was so out of my league. A couple was making out on the couch, about six people were at the table in multiple stages of undress playing cards, and guys were taking body shots off of two hot girls in the living room. I scanned the room for Jay, Paul and the Lisas. I couldn’t find my best friend Lisa but Jay, Paul and the other Lisa were huddled in the kitchen around a bottle and giggling at something on Jay’s phone. As I entered the living room Paul called me out and beckoned me over. “What’s up buddy?” Paul stammered in a drunken slur. I carefully viewed the girls’ reactions but they just smiled and acted as if nothing happened. In retrospect Jay’s smile did look a little devilish. Lisa said “hey stud” and gently grabbed my hand giving me a kiss on the cheek, “we thought we had lost you in there.” I knew I should say something but couldn’t get a word out in shyness and shame. Paul poured me a huge shot of liquor, handed it to me and said “bottoms up.” We all had several shots and I finally asked where the other Lisa was. Jay explained that she was in a huff by the all the partying and stormed out. No one mentioned my quick performance and I started to think I was in the clear; maybe everyone was too sloshed to think anything about it. Adding to my confidence was Lisa’s flirting and hanging on me. I remember us taking shots in the kitchen and the rest of the night is a blur. I blacked out. I have a vague memory of dancing with Lisa in the living room, and girls and guys getting naked at the table playing poker. That’s all I remember until I woke up the next morning on the couch. I woke up with a tremendous hangover, the clock said 7 and I was in an immediate panic. I was bare ass naked. Why was I naked? Was it in front of everyone or after they already left? What the hell was going on and where the hell were all my clothes? I was shrunken more than usual and looked like a little… little boy. Who had seen me? I had to find my clothes or something, anything, to cover up. There wasn’t even a towel in the bathroom. My bad luck is simply amazing. My little guy felt cold as I searched the apartment in a panic for clothes. My search was fruitless, my clothes had disappeared and there was nothing to wear. I snuck around the cold apartment repeatedly, my weenie felt so cold. At this point I was desperate and willing to accept anything to cover up. I imagined finding sweats (hopefully gray), slipping them on running to the safety of my apartment. There was nothing in the washer or dryer but I looked up and couldn’t believe what I saw. Hanging above the dryer were my best friend Lisa’s tiny little neon green stretch shorts. She often worked out or ran in them and they drove me crazy. They were sheer, low on her waist, showed off all of her lean-long runner’s legs and were extremely tight. Best of all they rode up her muscular ass and showed the gorgeous dimples in her perfect butt. At the gym I would watch her work out and I could always spy a little spot of sweat appear right above the cleft of her butt crack and at the right angle, I could spy the out line of her perfect clam. I thought about her in the shorts almost every time I played with myself. I was in a daze being able to touch and feel the green shorts that I’d been fantasizing about since high school. I was in a fantasy filled fog. “Enjoying yourself little guy” came a whispered voice. I was startled back into the moment by the unmistakable sound of Jay. I had Lisa’s tiny little green shorts in hand and was sporting a woody oozing pre-cum. I jumped and tried to hide my shame with the shorts. She motioned for me to come into the room with her and I entered gladly, a chance to hide. As I entered, covering my little boner with the shorts, I saw Paul lying in the bed with his hands behind his head. “Whoa, whoa (laughs) what’s up here?” Paul said as he saw my state of undress. “Lynus is going to settle our little bet from last night” cheeped Jay in a bratty tone. “Please, please, please give me some pants or shorts” I pleaded in whispered tone. I didn’t want to wake up anyone else. “Not after your little show last night stud, not until you do as I ask.” I wondered what she meant by my little show. Was it what I could remember, my premature show, or something that happened after I blacked out. “See this?” she asked and showed me the face of her phone. The app showed a stopwatch. “I bet Paul here last night that you could never make it more than a few minutes - he says you were just having a bad night or nervous. We’ll settle it right here and now.” “Oh shit” came from Paul looking at me with a sympathetic grin. He shook his head and looked down. “Take those little shorts and rub your lil’ peanut like you mean it. I’m going to time you. Rub it for real and fast or I’ll start yelling and the house can all see it all for themselves. You might even get arrested little perv.” Turning to Paul she continued “if he makes it, let’s say 7 minutes, you win and can have me where we discussed but if it’s a second less I win.” “But wait, I mean please, I can’t just… I wasn’t being a perv I swear… it’s just..” I stammered unable to get out a coherent thought. “I’ll do anything but please don’t make me… I can’t…” “No arguing... the clock starts now. You better go!” Jay replied with enough force to take the fight right out of me. Jay looked so sexy in Paul’s t-shirt that barely hid her tiny little box over her sexy lean and tanned legs. The muscles on the tops of her legs drove me crazy and when she moved I could see the outline of lips through tight pink panties. With the sheer green shorts in my hand I started rubbing my hard-on. The shorts felt so soft on my throbbing little dick. I was both ashamed and turned on at the same time. Obviously I’d never wacked off in front of a girl. I was extremely nervous but the combination of the shorts and Jay’s shirt and legs were driving me nuts. She sat down, watching her phone/stopwatch and I could clearly see her pink panties. I tried not to stare but my eyes repeatedly made my way from the green shorts to Jay’s panties. “Faster” Jay demanded, “faster.” The fabric was so soft. Jay leaned back giving me clear view of her panties, tiny waste and sexy navel. She was obviously shaved down there. I was almost instantly on the brink while Jay pointed her phone at me carefully watching the clock. “30 seconds… he already looks like he’s going to blow,” Jay said turning to Paul. “This is unreal,” Paul exclaimed as he rose naked from the bed. His manhood was long and thick; much larger soft than the hard noodle I had in hand. Jay gazed at it with admiration and lust in her eyes as he arose, her eyes following him. “To much for me this early in the morning, coffee anyone?” Paul said as he slipped on his jeans and left the bedroom in a hurry. “Tell me how it goes later guys… hold out stud, I’m literally betting on you buddy.” As soon as the door closed I asked in whisper, “Can I have a napkin?” Trying to be polite to the end. “Use the shorts honey… you’re at a little over a minute.” I slowed down to keep from exploding, I didn’t want a second public premature show in less than 12 hours but Jay caught on and ordered “oh, no you don’t’, pump it faster.” I looked down at the sexy shorts in hand, positioned with the crotch wrapped around the head of my dick. I looked back up at Jay with her tiny pink panties and perfect legs and stomach. Jay seductively stroked her hand from her knee up to her lean upper thigh, looking me in the eyes with a devilish smirk, and holding up her phone/stop watch. I was too aroused to care about starring at her sexy body now. Her braless tits were perfectly outlined in Paul’s t-shirt. Jay’s hand on her inner thigh, legs partially spread, was more than I could take. My knees buckled as I had a mind bind-blowing explosion, moaning loudly and covering the shorts, my hand and probably the carpet in several spurts of the most intense orgasm I had ever had. Jay was giggling and looking at her phone. “Yeah, a minute 30! Beat your record from last night by a minute and 29 seconds. I knew I could count on you. Saved my ass… literally,” she choked out through more giggling. “Now can I have my clothes, please Jay, please?” I pleaded regaining my composure. “I have no idea what you did with them?” Lisa giggled. “You had them on when Paul and I went to bed. Guess you’ll have to wear those little wet shorts. I’m sure you’ll look sexy.” I started to protest when Jay cut me off “I’m going to the gym and can’t leave you here pervert. I suggest you put them on and get out of here. You have 30 seconds or I’m yelling for Lisa.” I didn’t know which Lisa she meant but neither was a good option. “What, but… I, please Jay, please I’m begging…” I stammered out in a strained whisper. “20 seconds now peanut, show’s up… it’s time to go,” she said in a voice that was louder than necessary. “I’ll be giving you a call for your next show but you better be out of here or I’m going to scream!” Her volume increased and with it my panic. I quickly pried on the now messy green shorts, ran out the bedroom, down the hall and out the front door. As soon as I exited the front door I caught the attention of a two girls jogging across the street. I shrieked and cut between the apartment complexes on my 5-block sprint back home in tight girls’ shorts. I made it home and went straight to bed. I was so ashamed and worried I laid in bed all day and the following night in a cold sweat. The next morning I awoke to a text message from an unknown number. It said “9 pm on the 28th” and gave an address a few blocks from my apartment. “Who is this” I replied. “Be there,” was the only response. The 28th was two weeks away. A few seconds later a picture was texted to me; I immediately knew for sure the sender’s identity. The picture showed my face clearly visible in the hall in front of the washer and dryer. I was holding my dream girl’s tight green shorts with both hands, sporting a little erection. It looked even smaller on film. I looked like a total pervert. This kind of thing could probably get me arrested. Another text came in, “1 minute late & I’ll start sending this around, I’ll bet Lisa is wondering where her shorts are. If you disobey I’ll post to Instagram and every one you know can see what you really are. Respond now.” In a panic and without any other options I responded “I will be there.” I was so upset and shocked I went to the bathroom and got sick. Was that the only picture Jay had of me? You could clearly see my face! I was so sick with fear I went back to bed and pulled the covers over my head. As I did I remembered how long Jay had been pointing her phone at me in the bedroom. I instantly knew she had been filming me jack off with those panties in-hand. And the night before when I came out of the room they were all giggling about something on her phone. She had probably filmed my quick one pump show. The picture of me with a woody and shorts in hand made me look like a pervert buck-naked in her apartment. Maybe I was. Jay had me by the balls. What was I in for next, what was happening on the 28th? In retrospect I wish I would have left town and never returned. I would have been much better off. The 28th was in two weeks. I wondered how could I study for and take the finals with this hanging over my head? What I had just experienced was nothing compared to what was to come; a humiliating nightmare. Humiliating Nightmare Ch. 03 I was so stressed out and trying to study for finals. Jay had a picture of me (at least one, and maybe video) that made me look like a pervert. She had instructed me to be at an address in two weeks and I knew she had something bad in mind. I hadn't talked to my two Lisa's for a few days. Lisa B., my best friend, had saw me prematurely ejaculate at her party and the other Lisa, her roommate, had been the girl that gave me the one half pump. The stress of the previous days had a significant impact on my physical well-being. I couldn't eat, was constantly sleeping and was in a fog. I had another problem. I'd been so humiliated it seemed like my penis was trying to hide. It was smaller than ever. I was so stressed I couldn't get hard when I jacked it - trying to make it look bigger and confirm that it still worked. I woke up with boners and could jack off but I hadn't been able to get hard at other parts of the day. My confidence was at an all time low and fear and stress level at an all time high. I could smell the fear in my perspiration, it was that bad. And then Lisa P. called. At first I didn't know which Lisa it was, they sound alike, but I quickly determined it was the one that had given me the half pump and not my best friend. She was upset because Lisa B. was kicking her out of the apartment because of the party and she couldn't afford a new place. I suggested that she stay with me until she could get back on her feet and she immediately accepted. I couldn't believe my good fortune. The next day I helped her move her stuff into my place while Lisa B. was out-of-town for the weekend. I say "helped her," but actually I did all the work. She directed me through it telling me what went where, even in my own damn apartment, but didn't carry a thing herself. It took us all day. I was still worried about the picture but elated that a sexy girl would stay in my one bedroom. She was Jay's good friend so maybe it would help my little situation with her too. The first night I was nervous. We had a few beers, watched TV and Lisa showered and changed into one of my t-shirts. She was so fucking sexy. I was so excited as she rolled over and stuck her sweet butt into me, nudging me to scoot over. She told me to turn off the lights and almost immediately passed out with a slight snore, probably from the beers. I spooned her sexy body all night in disbelief of my good fortune. As she slept I placed my hand on her firm thigh, pretending like I was asleep but far from it. It stayed there for at least an a hour and occasionally I would move it up and down her hot thigh slowly enough not to wake her. He lean little butt was pressed into my crotch and as I slowly wiggle it around and pressed in to her. I slowly got hard and pulled my hips away as I got a raging hard on. I didn't want to wake her up. I carefully got up and tip toed into the bathroom. Although Jay's picture still lingered in the back of my mind I was so fucking horny from pressing up next to Lisa's hot body all night. I jacked off and had no problem at all. I was so worked up I came almost immediately and was able to keep going. I came a second time, taking much longer, and thought maybe we would do it in the morning when she woke up. I could last longer now because I'd just shot off two loads and the second time took me at least 15 minutes. If I could do that in the morning I could save face and show her I was a real man, at least more of a man I guess. After the second jack I was immediately exhausted and passed out. The next morning I awoke from a dead sleep to Lisa coming into the apartment drenched in sweat after a run. She was in good spirits, perky, and looked so sexy. I looked down and realized she was wearing the other Lisa's green tight running shorts that I had worn home after the party (because I had nothing else to wear). I was shocked but kept my mouth shut. "Hey stud, it is beautiful out there." I sat up in bed not believing my good fortune. "I'm drenched," she said as she seductively pealed off her sexy top showing off her perky tits and throwing the wet top it on the carpet. Beads of sweat covered her sexy frame; she really was drenched "Thank you so much for letting me crash here and sorry I passed out on you last night." I was frozen by the situation and couldn't say a word. She slowly wiggled her hips as she pulled down the sexy and soaking green shorts leaving them on the carpet. I could smell the musk of her sweaty body and when the shorts came off it seemed like I could smell her pussy. She had nothing on beneath the shorts and I gawked at her sexy wet and shaved pussy. This was it! She was going to fuck me right there and then! And, she was clearly my girl friend if she was living in my house and causally getting naked in front of me and calling me stud. Jay may have incriminating pictures of me, I thought, but if Lisa is my girlfriend who cares? If I have her I don't care what anybody thinks. She is a damn 10. "That was an incredible run," she said as she flopped onto the bed next to me throwing her lean but went arms behind her head. I was a little shocked as she was drenched in sweat but didn't care as I was about to ravish her sexy lean body. She seductively leaned in and gently biting my lower lip. "I am so horny" she whispered into my ear. She softly but firmly whispered "go down on me Lynus." I was amazed by her directness, especially considering her present condition of being drench in sweat but I happily kissed my way down her firm wet stomach. Her thighs and pussy were also very sweaty and there was a strong musky smell, almost unbearable, but I didn't care. The bed was one big wet stain as I worked my tongue up and down her beautifully shaved slit and heat radiated from her body. The sweaty mess almost increased my arousal as it was so dirty. She guided me on how to properly lick her clit and eventually she came. It took a least a half hour, my neck was very stiff, but when it happened it was violent and I was elated; I had a sexy girl and I was getting her off. Maybe I was a stud. "It's your turn Lynus, take it off," she giggled with a big smile. I was nervous but not too nervous. She had already seen how little I was, she still wanted me and I was hard. Maybe it wasn't so bad, maybe I wasn't that small. "Hold on" she said, popped up and ran into the bathroom. She returned with lube I had in the bathroom for jerking off. I couldn't believe I didn't hide it better or threw it away. I guessed she knew I was a masturbator. But I was still hard and thinking maybe by penis problems were resolving. "Ok sweet heart, let's make sure you last this time, ok?" she said softly. My stomach dropped and nervousness jumped back into my soul. She was referencing my quick performance last time. My dick almost instantly deflated. "Oh shit," I thought as I replied "no problem," attempting pathetically to fake confidence. It didn't work. "You're shaking" she pointed out as she laid naked next to me, "try to relax, you are shriveling up." I was astounded that she used that word, it was like she read my mind and fears. She squirted a good amount of lube in her hand and said "ok, it's 9, let's try to make it 10 minutes, ok?" She looked at me with a mock serious expression that slowly morphed into a gentle smile. "Ok" I replied meekly. My little dick had shriveled up to barely a head. I was no longer horny, just scared, and I knew I couldn't get hard. She started rubbing my flaccid dick. It flopped around in her hand and she grabbed the little head with her index finger and thumb. If anything it seemed like it was getting smaller. I was petrified. "Come on little guy" she said almost unconsciously under her breath. She looked down at my nub with a look of concentration and a bit of frustration. She tried and tried for about 5 or so excruciating minutes. It felt like 5 years. She was totally sexy and totally naked but I just couldn't get hard as hard as I tried. I was miserable and so embarrassed. Horniness was the last thing from my mind. "My arm is getting tired," she said letting go of my soft penis. "What's the matter?" "I don't know... I haven't been sleeping well and I think I'm getting a cold... this has never happened before," I stammered as I lied in a panic. She looked at me for a few minutes in silence with a sympathetic gaze occasionally shaking her head. The she looked up and smiled as if a light had gone off in her head. "Let's try something different, something hot!" She popped up and went to one of her bags, my apartment was full of them, and ruffled through it until she pull out a pink dildo. It wasn't big, about 6 inches, but it was definitely longer and thicker than me. I thought to my self "I hope she doesn't want to stick that in me." I HAD a virgin ass at the time. "We'll try this." She flopped on the bed and turned on the dildo. It was noisy and I wondered if my neighbors could hear through the paper thin walls. "You do you and I'll do me, ok? It's sexy." She gently but the dildo on her clit and slowly rubbed it up and down through her sexy, shaved pink lips. It was so sexy. I didn't say a word but reached down and started rubbing my still lubricated dick. She quickly, I mean almost immediately, started moaning like she was getting close. I was rubbing my slowly enlarging dick quickly letting the lube carry my thumb and forefinger back and forth over the head like I do when I'm alone. I started to become aroused and relax. "This is hot," I thought, she not only didn't mind that I jack off, she was encouraging and getting off to it! "There you go," she said with a big grin as I started to get hard. I was about three quarters hard but getting better. "Now let me have a go." She threw the still vibrating dildo on the floor and grabbed my almost fully erect dick. She was obviously turned on and started beating me off extremely fast even though I wasn't fully hard. She paused for a second and squirted more lube on the tip of my dick and again started jacking me off very fast. Too fast. "Whoa, slow down" I gasped as I felt like I was going to... and then out of no where it happened: I came from a still not fully hard little dick. This time she didn't seem startled by my premature ejaculation and milked my quickly deflating dick for everything it had. "Ahhh, it's ok stud," she said sweetly with obvious sympathy. She stood up and kissed my forehead like a mother kisses a child. "Don't worry, we're going to teach you how to do it or die trying." She got up naked from the bed and went into the shower. As soon as the door closed I jumped up and put on shorts and a t-shirt; I could feel the wetness and sticky cum in my crotch and felt like such a chump. It was all because of the picture Jay had of me. It had ruined me. Lisa showered and got dressed in a short skirt and a sexy top that showed off her mid-riff. She looked overdressed for a morning. She looked like she was going out to a club. Over the next 30 minutes she put on much more make-up than she usually wore. When she was finished she was really dolled up and looked fabulous. "How do I look?" she asked as she spun a circle for me. "You are so beautiful, I can't believe it," I replied. My voice cracked a little on the "believe it" part. "Such a fucking chump" I thought to myself. "I have plans with Jay tonight and will probably stay at her house. Please clean up around here, definitely wash those sheets and if you don't mind do my dirty laundry too. I'm swamped this weekend. Also be a sweet heart and unpack my bags. I'll need most of your drawers so it'll be a tight fit." I was a little shocked that she was bossing me around when I was doing her the favor by letting her stay. I didn't say a word but just looked at her. "Got it stud?" she said with a bit of firmness in her voice. What did she mean by "stud"? I thought. I couldn't tell if she was making fun of me or not. She still seemed sweet and affectionate, just firm. "Ok," I responded meekly. I sounded so wimpy I hated it. "One more thing," she looked down embarrassed and then back up to me with a more serious vibe. "We're going to help you with your little problem down there but it's going to take some effort and self control on your part. Are you up for it?" "Of course," I quickly replied. "I want to please you so bad. You are wonderful..." She cut me off. "Well first things first" she said with a giggle. "If we're going to help your little problem you need to break your old habits. I don't want you to play with yourself unless I tell you to, ok?" "I don't do that..." I began. She cut me off again. "I'm serious! No jerking off unless I say. I'll teach you control, how to please a woman, but it's going to take control. Swear on your mother that you won't play with your dick." "I swear," I replied looking down. "You swear what?" She sounded like a teacher punishing a child. "I swear I won't touch myself unless you say. I swear on my mother." "Ok, great. Get to work and I'll see you in a day or two. If my clothes are wrinkled make sure to iron them. You're the best." She picked up the dildo, washed it off in the bathroom, put it in her bag and said "see ya" perky and confident. After she left I didn't know what to think. She was bossing me around but if she would be with me I would take any of her abuse. I wasn't pleasing her now but she was going to teach me how. And she was spending time with Jay so maybe she would convince Jay to give me a break and delete the picture or pictures. The party Jay demanded I attend was 10 days away and I was scared but if I was Lisa's boyfriend maybe I could get out of it. In retrospect I realize I didn't know a thing about women, Lisa was not my girlfriend, Jay would not have mercy and I wouldn't get out of the party. I was fucked through and through.