0 comments/ 25950 views/ 2 favorites Tuesday Nights Ch. 01 By: GradStudent Chapter 01: First Dinner When I lived in the East, I had a girl friend Lois. She shared a house, or really an apartment, with two other women. One was a chemist and she was hardly ever home. Margaret was a linguist but worked with us -- we were graduate students -- in the Computer Science Department. We all liked to have nice dinners. We were not fast-food kind of people -- we enjoyed cooking good food for ourselves and others. This Tuesday night, we had a guest, Emma. She was the wife of Michael, one of my graduate student friends in the Department. He has some special course to attend. Rather than have Emma eat alone at her home, we invited her to dinner. Margaret was a strict feminist, eager to point out inequities in the treatment of women. She also seemed rather prudish, or at least inexperienced. She was tall and had an elegant figure, but came off rather cold. Emma was a short, Italian woman with plenty of curves -- she was very warm. During dinner, the conversation some how came around to birth control. Lois talked about the side effects of the pill and got sympathy from Emma. Margaret asked "Why do women always have make life comfortable for men. Why do women have to take the pill?" In defense of men, I retorted: "Well, of course women have burden of childbirth, so they are the most motivated to prevent pregnancy." Not seeing much support from the women at the tale for this rationale, I suggested another. "But for centuries men have been wearing rubbers, even though this reduces the sensations of sex." "Do you use rubbers?" Margaret asked, implicitly accusing me of hypocrisy. Defending myself, "Well, not right now. Lois is on the pill but I have used them regularly. I even carry them in wallet." Lois and I had only been together for a couple of months, so this admission did not seem too bad at first. However, the women were happy for an opportunity to give me a hard time. "So, you carry around rubbers, even while going with Lois, just in case you run into an available women?" asked Emma with a smile. Lois glared at the implication. Margaret, giving me an opening said: " I have never seen a rubber." "I would be happy to model one for you." I said in my most ingratiating voice, hoping to change the subject. Emma seized on this, seeing an opportunity for fun and humiliation of me. "Oh Peter, what a great idea. Show Margaret the entire process of a rubber and a penis". This was an allusion to our unstated assumptions about Margaret's sexuality. Lois was quiet, not sure how she should react. Margaret, having quietly examined the sexual politics and consulted her own sexual nervousness, and not wanting to appear to back down, said, "OK Peter, it will be fun to see a man strip and show his stuff." "Is that OK with you Lois", asked Emma belatedly and gave a reassuring smile. Lois nodded, and said -- without a lot of conviction, "This is a new side to Peter, perhaps we can have some fun". Emma took over. She thought this was great fun, a little excitement outside her long-term marriage. "Peter, you strip here, right here in the living room." I turned to Margaret; "It is not fair if you don't all strip". "Too bad, Peter, you volunteered. It will set the right tone if we are fully clothed. Women should be attended by naked nymphs who merely serve and make no demands." I decided to make the best of it. I got out a new bottle of wine and filled the glasses. Then I went and got a rubber from my shaving kit, in Lois's bathroom. This scenario had made me surprisingly nervous. How should I feel about baring all in front of these clothed women? How did Lois really feel about me stripping in front of her friends? It was not like undressing for bed, or even for sex. This put the whole burden on me. It was not like a nude beach -- this was a much more deliberate environment with clear focus on sex. Perhaps I should back out -- would I be ridiculed the next day in the Department? I took off my shoes and socks and then I stood in front of the three women. I was excited but also fearful. I slowly took off my shirt and then my long pants. That part was easy. This left me in my blue briefs. I wished I had worn my briefs from Australia, which included a map of the major battles of World War II. Anything to reduce the tension. And relieve my nerves. I could not delay any longer, all eyes were staring at the bulge in my briefs -- not a big bulge as yet. Emma leaned forward and cupped my family jewels in a friendly way, which instantly increased the bulge. Looking at Lois for reassurance, she took two hands and pulled down my briefs. There I stood, like a deer in the headlights, quite naked with my manhood at half-mast and a rubber in my hand. Margaret was goggle eyed. Lois had seen it before, and was not sure that she really wanted to share -- even for inspection purposes -- my equipment. Emma, still in charge, said, "Peter, turn around so we can see all of you." I rotated -- as if on a fashion platform. "OK, Peter, lie down and Lois will put on the rubber." Lois undid the rubber and tried to roll it on. But, I needed some help -- given the circumstances. Emma saw this -- bless her and said, "All right, Margaret and I will help." Emma softly stroked my thigh, this had an immediate effect. She placed Margaret's hesitant hands on my thigh and then all three rolled the rubber down. Now, the notional objective of the exercise was complete, Margaret could see a rubber, modeled on a live man. They all admired the sight. Emma felt me through the rubber, giving a squeeze. Lois, for form sake, also gave me a squeeze. Margaret sat back. However, Emma would not let her get away with it. She said, "Now Margaret, you must feel the rubber as well as look at it." Emma placed Margaret's hands on my rubber encased cock. "Squeeze him!" She did, and even briefly held my balls. She had accomplished her task, I was completely humiliated. It was shown that I would do any performance for women. That I would subject myself to any humiliation that they asked. I was ready to come. I hoped for more, but Emma saw that I was near coming and felt the scene had gone far enough. She whispered to Lois. Lois stood up, aggressively grabbed my penis and led me to her bedroom. We came out, half an hour later, cleaned and dressed. Margaret said, "Michael has another class next Tuesday, so I have invited Emma for dinner again. We will expect some more entertainment." Tuesday Nights Ch. 02 Chapter 02: Second Dinner I cooked a dinner of roast lamb with roast potatoes, roast onions, artichokes and a small tomato salad with feta cheese. The wine was a fairly cheap, but good zin. Emma, Margaret, and my girl friend Lois all very much enjoyed the food. The conversation harked back to last week. I had hoped it was all forgotten. Somehow I had let myself be talked into stripping and modeling a rubber for the girls. I was quite humiliated, they had all the power and I was just a performer. The conversation was much more explicitly sexual, "Peter, you have such nice thighs. Are they sensitive?" Nervously, I nodded yes. "How about your butt?" Yes again. "Lois, do you like you nipple sucked?" "Love it!" she said with unexpected forthrightness that made Peter suspicious. Mostly Margaret and Emma tried to tease me, while Lois tried to keep her cool. Towards the end of the meal, Margaret asked Emma "Do you ever shave you pubic hair?" "I don't usually need to in order to wear a bikini." Emma answered and looked at Lois. Lois was a little embarrassed because the girls probably knew her hair grew well above the normal bikini line. Lois, forthright again, said, "Yes, I hate it. I have to shave every summer, it is itchy." Margaret seized on this, "Yes, this is another stupid convention forced on women by men. We are supposed to shave under our armpits and any part of our body that might show and detract from our appearance for men." Emma nodded agreement, "Peter, do you ever shave your pubes?" I was beginning to suspect a put up job. "No, men never shave down there. Why should we?" Margaret said, "Well, lets do an experiment so see how itchy it is for men. This will teach you what we suffer." I was hoping that Lois might put a stop to it, but she said: "Oh, yes Peter. I hate shaving, it will be fun for you to be shaved." I knew this was a put-up job. They had planned this. "Ok, Peter, time to strip." I was caught between the humiliation and shame of performing naked antics before clothed women at their slightest whim and the admitted thrill of appearing sexually in front of 3 very attractive girls. I had no idea what they had in mind. Now I was going to be shaved, what else could they come up with? Would my girlfriend Lois protect me? I tried for a way out, "OK, but to be scientific we should do a comparison with a women. I will let you all shave me, provided that we can also shave Emma". I was felt sure that Emma would balk, and that Margaret would veto the idea based on sexual politics. There was a lull as the women exchanged glances and turned to look at Emma for her reaction. "What would I tell Michael?" Emma finally asked. She was clearly intrigued by the idea. "Tell him, you did it to make yourself more sexy for him", said Lois with a grin. "OK, but this is a pretty big deal for me. We need some more concessions from Peter." "What?" asked Lois? "Peter, in return for letting you see and touch my body, you will agree that, you get naked first, get completely shaved wherever we feel like it, and you remain naked for the rest of the night." "More", said Margaret, "You have to strip before dinner next Tuesday night and stay naked. I really want to be served by a naked man." In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought that I had at least achieved some female participation. Margaret went a got some towels, hot water and various shaving implements. She even got an electric shaver. Emma laid out some of the towels in the middle of the living room floor. I looked at the women, and felt some excitement. I removed my shirt and my shoes and socks. I was the center of attention, standing in just my slacks. I looked at them again, enjoying the gaze and yet knowing that they were really enjoying the power of having me strip and perform for them. I knew that they were enjoying my humiliation. She had a coy smile. "Before we start, Peter. You enjoy showing your body to us, don't you?" "It gives you a thrill?" There was a hint of an accusation. I hesitated to answer. Emma looked at Lois. "He loves it, doesn't he?" She nodded. I was undercut by my own girlfriend. I stood embarrassed and ashamed in front of the three clothed women. To cover this, I quickly removed my shirt. Margaret said: " Lois, can I undo his pants?" After the nod, Margaret, the man hater, undid my belt and pulled down my brown slacks. Leaving my exposed white briefs with a bulge and small damp spot. As a move to assert some slight ownership, Lois moved the tableau forward, rather than let me stand there frozen before the dramatic moment, she peeled my briefs down at the front and back, then slowly pulled them down my legs. For the second time, the full attention of three attractive women was focused directly on my naked crotch. "He is not very hairy, is he?" said Emma. I lay down on the towels to await my fate. The girls kneeled beside me, Margaret and Emma on either side with Lois a little in the background. Emma gently held my cock as Margaret thoroughly soaked my crotch and stomach with hot water. Emma got the shaving cream and sprayed it all over. It was a ridiculous white fluffy blob of cloud with the tip of a spire poking out at an angle. Emma sprayed once more, to cover all my manhood in fluff. With a devilish glint in her eye, she said: "Margaret, Lois will never forgive us if we cut the wrong thing. You hold him well out of the way while I shave." Despite the water and the scary shaver, my cock was standing moderately high. Margaret was not used to male organs and was nervous. She reached out and held it hard with two fingers. Emma shaved down to my penis and around the base. Her other hand was a counter balance between my legs. Margaret grabbed more firmly, it was slippery from the shaving cream. I got harder each minute with her squeeze. When every hair of my crotch was gone, I looked like a 13 year old kid. But, they were still not done. I had to roll over and kneel like an animal. I was completely helpless. Emma opened my cheeks as Margaret, carefully -- thank god, shaved all the little hairs. Lois decided it was time to show some kindness and got some skin cream from the bathroom. She and Emma rubbed it all over the shaved area. Feeling very exposed and silly, I got up and walked to the kitchen to get a fresh beer. The three ladies watched me and laughed. But, soon it would be Emma's turn. Margaret and Lois had colluded before I got back into the room. Emma was sitting on the couch, starting to look a little nervous. Margaret commanded the room and spoke directly to Emma. "Are you really ready to forward with this? You can fink out now, we really do not owe anything to Peter, he is just a man! He has already got his jollies by exhibiting himself to us." Margaret was not really trying to make it easy for Emma, she was shaming her into being locked into baring herself in a most intimate way. Emma said responded, "I am OK, lets do it -- but just a trim -- so I can explain it to Michael" "All right, Emma", said Margaret, adopting the same hard voice she used with me, "step into the middle where Peter performed. We will each take off an item until you are naked." I tried to compare this to when I first stripped for the group. I had taken off my own clothes, as the three women sat back in comfortable chairs and smirked. Now I was stark naked and smoothly shaved -- still very vulnerable. Yet Emma had even less control. Margaret stood in front of the rather shorter, and prettier Emma, and began unbuttoning her pale blue blouse. After freeing the front she slipped it over Emma's shoulders and revealed her full, black bra. Emma smiled but looked pale. Why was she submitting herself to this exposure and humiliation? What was inside her that had caused her to volunteer to have her pubes publicly shaved? She thought about her ten year, rather staid marriage. What was missing that drove her to do this in front of another man, when her husband was not even present? What drove her to do this in front of women? Lois, ever practical, removed her shoes and socks. Not very romantic. Now, I had my chance. Emma had been kind to me. I could have gone for the full black bra with the front catch and released the encaged mounds. But, in my nakedness, I avoided Sestos and Abydos and took the safe path of unclipping her skirt and letting it fall to the ground. Emma lightly stepped out of her skirt. Her pale briefs looked very thin and insubstantial. The shadow of her black mound could be clearly seen. Emma felt strangely liberated. She was standing in only her underwear in the middle of the carpet. She was not in her own house. The people around her were not her family. These were comparative strangers, two clothed women and a naked man. She was liberated by accepting the thrill, recognizing the moisture flowing and the nipples hardening. She had the strength to overcome the taboos left from her conservative catholic upbringing. She had the strength to overcome the shame, the strength to look forward to being fully naked. Margaret stared at Emma's pallor but saw the resolve. She saw a very attractive woman with long black hair, blue eyes, large breasts held back by a black bra and a narrow body and short legs. Again she stood in front of Emma and very deliberately reached for her bra cups. Her fingers closed on the cups and pulled them together to release the clasp. Her fingers slid over Emma's skin and stroked her nipples as the bra was dropped to the floor. Emma pushed her breast forward, and stared around the room. She dared anybody to make fun of her body or her shame. We all just stared at her body and admired her resolve. I could not hide my physical reaction. "Well, Peter likes you bod!" said Lois. I t came to my girlfriend, Lois, to fully bare Emma in front of me. Lois may have been wondering about the comparison of body type between her and Emma. "Did Emma really turn Peter on, or was it just the circumstances?" Lois ran her hands smoothly down Emma's sides to pull the briefs to the floor. Emma smiled and casually stepped out of them. She had the poise of a model but her terror and shame came through in the forced smile and the shaking of her upper body. Margaret, showing her interests more forth rightly than usual, murmured "Wow!" Emma looked around, for the first time she realized the curtains were open. "Quick, close those curtains!" she shouted. This too revealed her nervousness. Of course, none of the women worried that I had been standing around naked for over an hour with open curtains. In fact, only somebody coming to the front door could see into the living room. Margaret got fresh towels and warm water. I went and fetched my own electric shaver with a clipper attachment. Emma lay down on her back. "Now, remember just a trim perhaps a little shaping but nothing drastic." I knelt down on her right side while Margaret positioned herself on her left. But Margaret hung back, it appeared that I would do the honors. Emma's pubic hair was fine and quite long. It came up in a vee shape but stopped well short of her waist. I knew that Lois's hair grew a lot thicker and more widely over her body. "I will shape it into a heart and trim the length. OK?" Emma smiled, still nervous, but did not reach to stop me as I stroked one hand up her leg towards her mound. Lois glared at me and Margaret frowned at this minor liberty. With one hand on her wonderfully flat stomach to stabilize me, I started trimming. Using the trimmer I cut all the hair to a uniform length. I had to run my fingers through it briefly to check the length. Then I trimmed back the edges of the heart. Once I could no longer safely use the trimmer I switch to the electric razor. This till left stubble and I remember the smooth shave I had been given earlier that evening. Now it was my turn to apply the warm water and spray her with shaving cream. It looked like a black forest surrounded by white mist. I turned to pick up the freshly washed razor. But, Margaret intervened. "This is too delicate for a man. Lois you do the shaving while I hold the hair back." I was disappointed to not feel all of her privates, the way Emma had fondled me. But, knew that Margaret wanted an excuse to be part of the action. This way, I could stand back and watch a beautiful naked girl being intimately shaved by two quite attractive women. Emma suddenly felt more exposed. Lying on her back, being intimately examined by two women. She shivered a little and wished it were over. Margaret put her hand on Emma's trimmed pussie and fingered the edges of the heart out of the way. Lois, ready to apply the razor, had her hand on Emma's smooth stomach. The emotions were confused. Lois had never done anything at all intimate with another women before. The air was sexually charged. She wondered how Emma could submit to this. She wondered how far Margaret wanted to go. Not to be entirely left out, I kneeled, my cock flopping, at Emma's head. I put my hands on her shoulders in a kind of reassurance. She smiled as Lois began her delicate surgery and I inched my hands towards the sides of her glistening orbs. Quite quickly, Lois was done. Emma now had a trim bush with a clear heart shape. Margaret reached for a towel to clean off Emma's midriff. But Emma stood up. Should no long stand being confined on her back with so many strange hands. "Thank you for the hair dressing, Ladies and Gentleman, but now I need a shower." Unexpectedly, Lois said: "Peter needs a shower too. Why don't you wash each other?" Emma, still shamed in her nakedness and wishing it end, almost refused. But, instead she chose to prolong the public exposure but still assert a lit little control. "Ok, Lois -- I will wash your man -- but will lead him off to the shower the same way you did last night." With that, she grabbed my long-suffering penis and walked rapidly towards the master bathroom. I had no choice but to stumble after her while the other clothed women brought up the rear. Standing in the shower, protected from Lois and Margaret by the clear glass walls, I stroked each part of Emma's body. She did the same intimate cleaning for me. Margaret clearly loved the show. Emma felt she was continuing a public circus act in the nude while being stared at by thousands of people. But she got a thrill by continuing the exposure and by titillating a new man. In front of Lois, her best friend, she was deliberately exciting Lois's boyfriend and defying her bonds to her own husband. She was also cavorting naked in front of a clothed women who she suspected strongly desired her body. Tuesday Nights Ch. 03 Chapter 03: Wendy comes to Dinner The next Tuesday, Lois planned a Chinese banquet. Mu Shu Pork, Kung Pow shrimp, and Mongolian beef with fried rice. The amazing part was that Lois and I would even make the thin pancakes for Mu Shu pork. Lois has said earlier in the week that Wendy was coming to dinner, along with Emma's regular appearance when her husband was at a special class. Wendy was a new graduate student, recently arrived in the Department. She had blond hair and a fabulous figure. She was also a prize winning graduate from Princeton and very articulate. Actually I was very attracted to her, if not for Lois I would have been trying to invite her out. I assumed that since Wendy was invited to dinner, the group of ladies would conveniently forget my promise to be naked for the entire evening. I had promised, in exchange for the chance to shave Emma's privates, to be naked this evening. Surely, this promise did not apply if outsiders were present? It would clearly embarrass everybody in the group if our naked cavorting were known in this conservative city and quite straight-lace university department. I was working with Lois on preparation when Wendy arrived. Emma had already been there for about 20 minutes. The preparations were complete, and so Lois and I carried some wine and cheese into the living room to relax before the marathon of cooking. I greeted Wendy with shy smile and offered her some wine or beer. She took the beer. After admiring the apartment and the usual small talk, Wendy said: "Peter, I hear that last week you had some fun with these ladies?" I was shocked, I had thought our gatherings were private. Who had told her? How much had they told her? Did Lois, my girl friend, tell Wendy about my humiliation? Or was it Margaret, who reveled in putting down men? "Oh, what did you hear?" I responded cautiously. "Just that some shaving went on....." she said with a leer. Margaret piped in, "Yes, we had some good clean fun getting rid of unneeded body hair. Males are much too hairy." Lois, supposedly my loyal girlfriend also got her wisecrack in, "Peter submitted to learning what women already know about the itchy part of shaving pubic hair." "Wow!" said Wendy, how much hair did you shave?" "Take a look", came Emma's instant reply. Again it must have been a put up job. "Peter, you promised me that you would be naked tonight. Lois, why don't you show Wendy what we did to Peter?" Lois, suddenly out of seat before I could think about a good comeback or an escape, knelt at my side and pulled down my pants. Wow! I was being pantsed by my own girlfriend in front of four fully clothed women. Three of them had already seen everything I had to offer, but Wendy was new to the group. I had future hopes for Wendy and did not want to be ridiculed. Was Lois trying to ruin a competitive relationship before it even started? My naked crotch was exposed to Wendy. She just stared. Probably very surprised at this blatant step -- unless it had been pre-arranged? How often do you go to dinner with colleagues and have one stripped from the waist down even before you get past the first drink? "He has no hair, he looks so young." She was being kind. "Look how smooth he is, just a little stubble. Peter, does it itch yet?" She then turned me around, not waiting for the answer. "See, we even got the little hairs in his crack." Emma then walked over to complete the stripping. She wanted to make sure that I paid every ounce of the pound of flesh (or naked skin) I had promised last week. Emma unbuttoned my shirt while my pants hung around my ankles. While I stood, still stunned, she pulled my legs out of my slacks and underwear and then took off my shoes and socks. Wendy was even more surprised -- perhaps she was not forewarned -- by this full stripping by Emma -- wife of another graduate student colleague in the Department. She turned to Lois, "Lois, thank you for this treat, I did not expect such entertainment tonight." "Peter will be naked to entertain us for the entire evening. Perhaps we will come up with more things he can do. He is supposed to serve us, to satisfy one of Margaret's fantasies." She responded. "Yes, I think that is only fitting that a naked man serve us, given the number of times we see the concept of females at the beck-and-call of men", continued Margaret. "Peter, you are such a handsome man, I am pleased to see you in all your glory." I was devastated by Wendy's comment and being exposed to her, a young, sweet, graduate student. I had hoped to maintain a superior, more senior graduate student role, and perhaps win her favors. Now I was ridiculed. "Please get us some wine and cheese, Peter", cut in Margaret. So, I went to the kitchen, put on an apron, and collected the tray that Lois and I had already set out. I selected a good bottle of cabernet and grabbed the corkscrew. I was hesitant to be set up to fulfill Margaret's fantasy, I had to admit that her's was the flip side of many male fantasies. I walked back into the living room, to claps and catcalls from the assembled ladies. Emma, anxious to get her full skin exposure, and further ridicule me, told me that when I was not actually serving, I should stand right in the middle of carpet with the apron and my hands on my head. So, I served the multi course meal. Going backwards and forwards to the kitchen. Lois, doing most of the cooking, would take the opportunity to fondle me in the kitchen, which the effect of increasing my exposure to the other women. I could not really figure out Lois's attitude. She was somewhat proud to have me as a boy friend. We had a reasonable sex life. She was basically quite conservative. Yet, she had this streak, where it pleased her to see me naked in front of her friends. She was turned on, by seeing me publicly humiliated. She was perhaps, also turned on by the overall sexually charged atmosphere created by naked bodies. So far, she had not offered her body to be exposed to the group. Nice, sweet, innocent Wendy was also a surprise. "Peter, please jump on the spot." "Peter, turn around and bend over." "Peter, please bring me a clean glass of water -- with lots of ice." At first the women were cautious when I came close with my naked body. But as the evening went on, and the wine consumption continued, they began to take liberties. When I served Margaret, she squeezed the end of my cock, the same way she had the previous week. Lois, wanting to keep leadership and prove her feminine credentials, ostentatiously put her hand from behind through my legs to cup my balls, as I walked past with a new course. I was frozen, with all staring at me as I was fondled from behind and my manhood rose. This gave freedom to Emma, who I had shaved last week, to use both hands to hold my cock and thank me, each time I delivered a course. Wendy was very careful in the beginning, but had quickly got into giving me commands for posing. Now, after Margaret and Lois and led the way, she very delicately stroked my stomach when I came by. Since I was eating and drinking too, it soon came to a time when I had to go to the bathroom. I tried to quietly exit down the hall. "Peter, wait, let us help you" said Margaret. "I have never seen a man pee." Margaret professed to great naiveté, but it was hard to tell what was real. The girls all followed me into the bathroom, as I lifted the lid. Lois said: "Margaret, you can point it." Margaret rather gingerly grabbed my cock from the side and pointed it towards the porcelain. Of course, it was almost impossible to pee with this crowd of onlookers, but eventually I got going. Margaret was very pleased. I was further humiliated. After dinner, we sat around with some more wine and I switched to beer. The conversation moved to politics and department gossip, I almost forgot that I was naked. Then, Margaret, always the good host, and always looking for a way to ridicule men, turned to Wendy, the beautiful, sweet, innocent Wendy, and said: "We promised you more exciting entertainment than just a naked man. Do you have any ideas of what you would like to see?" "Yes, chimed in Lois, I sure we can get Peter to do something special for you. However, he will probably expect something in return." Of course, I had only promised to be naked for the evening, no special humiliations, like being shaved. But it was good that Lois was looking out for a reward for me. We all looked at Wendy, in her jeans and demure top. I expected to her to not admit to any particular carnal desires or expectations. But sweet, innocent, young, desirable Wendy came back after a pause with: "I am sorry I missed the shaving and the rubber, but how about Peter shows us how far a man can shoot?" This was terrible - being naked was just a part of it. Not unlike a nude beach except everybody else was clothed. But performing sexually, in front of a group of women was a big demand. "That would be terribly humiliating and difficult to do in front of you all. I could only possibly do that, if a naked women helped me shoot!" Based on last week's trade-off, where I was totally shaved in exchange for giving Emma's bush a trim, my demand was not unexpected. Would anybody go for it? I suspected that Margaret might like a chance to get naked in front of the women, but I did not think she would really want to volunteer to bring me off. Any way, before she took a position, poor sweet, innocent, wonderful Wendy made her own move. "How about, we all strip to the waist, and we all help Peter to fire his unit?" A Daniel come to judgment. Would they go for it? "That sounds fair", said Emma, who had exposed her self completely last week. Lois was a little hesitant, but saw the fairness. Margaret was taken aback. But, she reluctantly agreed. "I might not touch him." Not without an additional stipulation. "Peter must do anything we ask while we are topless. He is very privileged to see us." Lois pulled the curtains, which had been open for my promenade. Emma, with perhaps the least to lose, took the first step. She pulled off her university sweatshirt to reveal her black bra barely holding back her boobs. She smiled at me. "Peter, you are so good at this." I walked over, my cock standing higher, and reached with two hands for her breasts. Then I unclasped her - her nipples were rock hard. She had a strong white suntan line from her bikini. She looked around expectantly at the other women, who had not taken a move. Lois accepted the inevitable. Although she had nothing to hide from me, she was actually a very private person and rarely naked in front of other women. Lois undid her blouse and pulled it offer her shoulders. Lois was wearing a frilly white bra supporting her modest breasts. Not wanting to neglect her, I unhooked the back and quickly fondled her breasts as the bar came off. I do not think that Lois's housemate had ever seen her unclothed. Margaret, seeing that the decisions had been made, pulled off her tee shirt. Underneath was a black sports bra. She thought for a minute and then pulled it off. She had pert breasts with no sign of tan lines. Her body was much more shapely than you would have thought from her usually bulky clothes. Wendy, sweet innocent shapely Wendy that had created this situation, smiled at the bare breasted ladies. "Peter, do they look good to you?" she asked. She seemed to relish the unstated competition. "Peter, please help me with my top." It was only then that I realized. She had a heavy denim top that was quite bulky. After unbuttoning her, I opened the front. Her breasts were magnificent and her stomach was taut. She, herself, slid the top off and looked in defiance to the more staid members of the group. I was in heaven, surround by 5 very attractive topless girls. But, now I was not so sure. Sex was a private act, but I would be made to perform in front of them all. Lois got some body oil and passed it to Margaret. Wendy stood me at the edge of the carpet. I knew it would not take much. Lois made Margaret apply the oil, so Margaret had to spread it over my unit. Then Emma stroked me just a little. Lois cupped my balls. Wendy put her full hand on me and the other on top of Lois. It did not take much action for me shoot fairly far over the floorboards. The others quickly removed their hands, but Wendy held on as I shrunk in size. She squeezed out every drop. The she gently wiped me with a table napkin. Lois was suddenly aghast. She had just helped 4 other women perform a sex act on her own boy friend. Emma was amused. She had a staid marriage, and this was a fun outlet. Margaret was amazed that she had let her self participate in a sex act with a man but was also pleased to see my weakness after sex. "He has shot his wad. Is he good for anything now?" "Peter, run to the letter box and see if there are any letters." More exposure promoted by Emma. I quickly let myself out the front door and was able to get to the letterbox and back without being seen -- I think. "Peter, we can torment you more later, how about you give me a back rub with that oil?" So, I got out some clean towels and Wendy lay down. I started with the back, but fairly quickly she turned over. So, in front of the other women, I massaged that beautiful body and caressed those boobs. Her nipples were almost popping. My unit had made a partial recovery. Emma said, "Lets bleed him dry. I bet he does not shoot as far this time". Again I was placed at the edge of the carpet and attacked with oil. This time it was a combination of Wendy and Emma. Emma worked at the front and Wendy stroked all available skin. Lois started fidgeting and her body language expressed disapproval but her feminine solidarity kept her from interfering. After moaning delightfully for some time, I came. Emma wanted her reward with a back rub. She also had a great body. Naked, I sat on her butt and massaged her back. She also turned over, and I gave excellent attention to each part of her front. Lois also wanted public attention. She also has a good body, but not as spectacular as Wendy. Margaret had me massage her back, but would not let me touch her breasts. Wendy insisted that that she needed to come to dinner again next week - she would even do the cooking. Tuesday Nights Ch. 04-06 Chapter 04: What they did to me during the week Up to this point, I had faced each Tuesday night dinner with a strangely challenging mixture of anticipation and apprehension. I looked forward to the raw sexual thrill of being naked among a group of attractive young women, particularly when they also revealed part of their bodies. I loved being shaved by the group and I loved shaving the shapely, fully naked Emma. But, I feared the shame. It was shameful to be naked in front of fully clothed friends and acquaintances. It was shameful to be so docile and subservient to a group of women. Particularly, responding the Margaret's hard edged feminist demands and deliberate steps to ridicule me, and by extensions all men. However, this challenge only came on Tuesday nights. The rest of the week I could focus on my research in the calm of the Computer Science Department. My professional career depended on my graduate work and so I was very careful to maintain a proper professional demeanor in the Department. While I did share an office with my girlfriend, Lois, we were completely professional at work. Wendy was often around but we did not get much chance to interact. Normally I would barely see Margaret in the department. All this changed on Wednesday. I got an email message from Margaret asking me to come to her office. She told me that she taught a private seminar on a feminist interpretation of social anthropology. She wanted me to come to the class at 5pm that evening. This was a fairly innocuous request, but it also had a real edge to it. I did not feel I could refuse. I showed up a few minutes after 5pm. The seminar room was in a deserted corridor in an older part of the school. There were about 10 people, 10 women, in the class. Mostly undergraduates, some were freshmen. In addition, there were two men sitting nervously at the side of the room. Margaret was already teaching. She asked one of the men to come to the front of the class. He had all sorts of body piercing. Margaret pointed to each item of adornment (or mutilation) depending on your perspective. Apparently, the topic for today was the weird things that men did to their bodies. Were these part of a mating ritual? Did men pierce their eyebrows in order to attract women? This guy had pierced eyebrows and about 5 earrings. Margaret asked him to open his mouth. He had a gold stud in his tongue. Ugh! She indicated his crotch - he smiled and briefly pulled down his pants. He had a cock stud -- Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! The women in the audience laughed. He turned red faced and pulled his pants back up. The second man has tattoos. Margaret got him to take off his shirt, to show his back and stomach. In addition to numerous dragons, motorbikes, and other symbolic tattoos from around the world, he had naked women on each arm that rippled with his muscles. While maintaining an academic demeanor, Margaret thoroughly ridiculed these poor guys, thanked them, and told them that they could leave. The she turned to me. "Peter is a different kind of case. Rather than decorate himself or mutilate himself to attract women, he feels a certain compulsion to please us by doing whatever we ask -- even when it is humiliating." There was a background titter, and the young women students took a new interest in me. Margaret motioned me to come to the front and stand in front of the class. "Feminist women have rejected mutilating our bodies for the pleasure of men. Many of us have stopped shaving our underarms and our legs. What is wrong with our natural bodies?" "Peter, quite voluntarily, stripped for a group of women. He showed us his total body and allowed us to shaving all the hair off his crotch and backside. This was a total submission to women. It was a complete humiliation for Peter. It demonstrates the power we can have if we just leverage the fact that men want to please women." "Peter, strip and place your clothes on the chair." For a moment, I just stood there. Had I stripped because I wanted to please? Certainly, the shaving had been a complete capitulation to the power of the clothed women. But, what would I do now? Would I strip and be humiliated again? If I refused, just walked out, what would happen? "Peter, with your cooperation, we can keep this in the room." Margaret answered my unspoken question, if I asserted myself and denied her request to strip in front of her class, then she would let the whole Department know about my humiliation. I could not risk my professional reputation. I also felt a stirring, what would the class think of me, what would they do? What would it be like to be naked and at the mercy of 10 college coeds? I did not have a real choice, so I did what would please the women. I bent over and removed my shoes and socks. Then I took off my shirt. I faced the class. Margaret just stood and watched me, an inner smile on her face with her triumph of will over me. I kept on going. I took of my pants and carefully folded them on the chair. I hesitated when it came to my underwear. I tried to stare at the blond in the second row. "Note the bikini briefs -- no boxers for Peter. Take them off!" Under orders, here I was naked in front of the ten undergraduate women and Margaret, my housemate. There was an involuntary in drawing of breath when the undergraduates saw my completely hairless crotch. I looked ridiculous. I might have been 13 years old. It was a further humiliation. "See what he permitted us to do! He is a man who wants to please and will do anything asked of him by a woman. I will show you." "Girls, one at a time, come up to him." "Mary, hold him. See how smooth it is?" Mary was quite eager - she was the first inline. She was an attractive brunette that I vaguely knew from teaching an undergraduate programming class. She stepped in front of and used both hands to hold my balls. She looked up at me, and said: "Peter, you are so cute, I always wanted to do this when I was in your class." She stroked my stomach to see the smoothness, although stubble was now appearing. The next girl was Julie, who I had flunked from the programming class. "Oh Peter, I always wanted to do this..." she said, mimicking Mary. But, what she did was roughly squeeze my balls and pull my cock hard. I almost collapsed. But Margaret, rather than protect me, saw this as a new lesson. "See, Peter will let you do almost anything. Men, once under control can be gentlemen. Men can be tamed by determined women." One girl held my penis up and pulled down gently on the ball sack. "I want to see what it would be like to add one of those native mutilations and inserts to his balls. Another, a rather attractive blond with long hair, stroked the sides of my legs and watched me get even harder. Her name was Gail. Each girl felt my privates and stroked the skin all around my crotch. Some went around to stroke my butt and put their hand between my legs to touch my cock. I had no privacy, no limitations; I was totally at their mercy. I had lost all pride. "Now lets come back to the main lesson. Men will do anything to please women, no matter how degrading. But, sometimes they slip and forget. Class, please ask Peter to keep himself shaved." "Dear Peter, please keep yourself shaved for us" they said almost in unison. "In primitive tribes, as today, men need ritual reinforcement to fulfill their assigned duties. So, I will set the members of this class to ensure that Peter remains shaved. Any time you see Peter, you should personally check that he is properly shaved -- he already has too much stubble." What did this mean? How would they check on me? "If he is not shaved to your satisfaction, then it means that Peter is not really capable of taking care of his own body, so you will have to help him." "That's right, isn't Peter? You would like these girls to help if you forget to shave properly?" What could I say? What did it mean? I just nodded. "Say it properly!" "Yes, I want help if I don't shave myself properly." I said in a dejected tone. One of the girls, Mary, passed my clothes to me and I was allowed to dress and leave. Tuesday Dinner -- Part 5 -- Later in the week GradStudent 10/25/2002 Nothing happened on Thursday. I did not see any of the students from Margaret's class. On Friday morning, I noticed one of the undergraduates near my office, but she walked away. I did not really think they would follow up on the instruction from Margaret to check whether my crotch was 'properly' shaved. They could not do that publicly at a University? Margaret just wanted to scare me. But, Friday evening about 6:30 when most people had left, I headed for the parking lot. Julie stepped in front of me - three or four others were behind -- including Mary. "Have you cleaned up that stubble?" Julie asked with a sneer. "Let me check." Right there, in the corridor, she just pulled down my pants. Her hand went right for my crotch and squeezed my balls. "I don't think he has shaved. Penny, you check him." Penny was more gentle, she slid her hand below my belt and around my cock. "Yes, he has more stubble than on Wednesday. Good thing we brought our equipment." I was pulled into a near by classroom and made to lay out on several desks. With five of them I could not really resist, certainly not without making a big commotion, which was the last thing, I wanted. They pulled my pants right off and pulled up my shirt. I was laid out for the slaughter. They had brought warm water and shaving cream. Mary, thank goodness, was the one who held the shaver. She was quite gentle in removing the ten-day growth of stubble since I had been totally shaved by the women at our Tuesday Night dinner. But she did not let me off easy. The four other girls were hold my limbs, not that I was likely to struggle while a bare razor was held near my family jewels. They decided to remove all my clothes. Now I was even more defenseless. Anybody could have walked into the classroom at any time. Mary took a battery-powered electric razor and trimmed the thin area around my balls and between my legs. Then they rolled me over and she carefully removed every hair she could find. The all the girls took the opportunity to feel my skin and admire the new smoothness. I was rolled onto my back again and they felt the smoothness of my entire crotch. Julie pulled me up sharply by my unit and I had to arch upwards on my back and heels. "He gave me an F in programming, so that I had to retake the class. He is a real bastard." I was then led in humiliating poses and dances around the classroom. Complete loss of any shred of dignity before these coeds. Could I ever get control a classroom again? "Peter, remember, if you do not take care of the shaving -- we will have to do it for you." I quickly dressed and scuttled home. Tuesday Dinner -- Part 6 -- Monday GradStudent 10/25/2002 Naturally, I did not mention it to Lois, or Margaret or anybody at the house. I suspect that Margaret would have heard about it -- she probably organized it. But, when I undressed to get into bed that night, Lois my live-in girlfriend noticed. "Peter, what happened? It looks like you shaved your crotch again -- just when I hoped it was growing out." I had to tell the whole story. At first she was pretty angry at what Margaret had engineered but then she started to think it was funny. "So, these undergraduate nymphs are going to keep stopping you in the hall ways to check your crotch?" "At my Catholic high school they used to stop us in the hallways to check that our dresses were long enough. This is a great switch!" Actually, despite her humor, I am not sure that she liked the idea of these 'nymphs' shaving me. She did not seem to mind me being publicly humiliated but even though she had "shared" with our housemates, she clearly did not like other women getting me off. "Perhaps I should just shave you myself, perhaps this would protect you." She smiled. "I know if I asked her, Emma or Wendy would shave you anytime you wanted. But, I do not like the idea of Margaret's thugs getting there hands on you." She mused. On Monday, just as I was about to walk into a class, the blond undergraduate from Margaret's class walked up to me and slipped her hand through my waistband and down to my penis. "Oh, feels quite smooth. You must have shaved, I was hoping to shave you." She walked away, leaving nothing but embarrassment and an instant hard on, as I looked around at my fellow students. My office mates had left by around 5:30 and at 6 I was about to go home. A knock came at the door and three more of the coed from Margaret's class walked in nervously. "Show us you crotch. We have to check for hair. It is a class assignment." I only briefly hesitated before lowered my pants - thanks goodness this lot was not as aggressive as the others. Again they gasped, mostly I think because I actually followed their command and revealed myself. The leader, Marcie, felt my skin. "Pretty smooth, but we have to shave you any way. Margaret says that you should be shaved every day." I did not argue. I stripped and lay down on a desk with my feet hanging over. Marcie got the shaving cream and was about to start with the razor they had brought. Lois just walked in. It was her office too. But, as my girlfriend, she probably did not expect me to be fully naked and exposed over her own desk. Lois, figured it out, but was still hurt. She pretended to the girls that she had not heard about this class. "What are you doing with Peter? He is my boy friend." They gave a garbled explanation. Clearly they now wanted to leave, since a slighter older women had arrived and they were not sure of the sexual politics of shaving a mere man in front of his girlfriend. But, Lois had an idea. Since these women wanted to touch her man, perhaps she could get them to advance more and turn the tables. "Margaret did not tell you that Peter only allowed himself to be shaved because he would get to shave Emma. It is not fair for you to shave him without being prepared to play the same game yourselves." Lois looked at them, each well dressed and carefully made up -- they might of being going out on a date. The coeds looked at each other and could see the fairness in Lois's argument. "First, you all strip like Peter -- it is only fair." The younger women did as they were told. The carefully took off their shoes, stockings, skirts, blouses and were left in their underwear. Marcie has matching pink frilly underwear. Linda had tight black underwear with her boobs almost falling out. Gail was rather flatter. She had attractive yellow underwear. Under Lois's gaze, they continued to strip. Marcie had a big hairy bush and breasts that were glistening with sweat. Linda's bush was already trimmed and her breasts were firm. Gail had less hair, she was a genuine blond, and without the bra her breasts were perky and attractive. They all looked nervous. How had they got talked into this? "All right, first you can shave Peter. It wont take much, since some of you gang shaved him on Friday." Marcie again took up the shaver. Before she had been fully clothed and I was completely exposed before her. Now, thanks to Lois, Marcie was also naked. I was still powerless but Marcie had loss some of her power along with her clothes. Her naked shame somehow reduced my humiliation at yet again being under the knife from a woman. Gail and Linda also felt some humiliation. They were naked in front of a man they barely knew and a fully clothed woman. Lucky they were good friends. Gail glanced sidelong at Lois and then reached out to hold my penis out of the way. Marcie placed one hand comfortably on my stomach as she started to shave the stubble. Linda held up my legs as I draped over the desk. After shaving my crotch area, Linda took the shaver and carefully shaved my legs. Now I was truly bald. Gail used a shaver to get any remaining hairs around my balls and again stroked me with another sidelong glance at Lois. These coeds could not figure out the relationship between me -- naked in their hands -- and Lois -- fully clothed and calling the shots. "Marcie, now it is your turn." Marcie lay out on the desk - not very comfortable, as I knew. I plastered on the shaving cream and took most of the hair off her crotch area. I trimmed her bush down to a small black muff. While I did it, I had my arm across her breast and touched her nipples whenever I could. The other girls held her legs. Marcie was obviously a mess, with all the shaving cream. There was a women's room with a shower just across the hall. "Lets go over to the shower room -- leave the clothes -- there is nobody around." was Lois's next step in the undoing of the coeds. Marcie stood under the shower and I cleaned her and myself. I loved -- as I think Lois knew -- soaping down Marcie's voluptuous body. She carefully cleaned me, using both hands on my skin. "Linda, you are next. Lie on the bench -- it is more comfortable than my desk." Linda was already trimmed. To make a visible difference I would have to do something radical. I smothered her bush with shaving cream and very carefully stroked off every hair. Her cunt was left entirely exposed and unprotected from gaze. The other women, even Lois, looked on with some amazement. They had not seen a mature cunt completely bare. I managed to arrange my hand to accidentally finger her clit with each stroke. I too, took a sidelong glance at Lois. What did Lois want from this? I carefully washed Linda in the shower. She was less warm than Marcie but had a great body to admire. Gail, who had been kind to me, came next. Her blond hair was hard to notice in her pelvic area. I applied shaving cream and was able to produce a quite passable heart shape. I kept my hand between her legs the entire time. At the end I kissed her carefully trimmed heart. Then we went through the ritual of the shower again. I washed Gail all over with soap and treated her gently. She then took the soap and lathered me, my third shower for the evening. Lois was the only one who had not been under the shower; she still had all her clothes. With all the other women looking on, Gail put one hand to cup my balls and used the other to stroke my cock. I had been standing rigid for an hour, I moaned and came quickly. I was ashamed to come in such public circumstances. Gail calmly looked over at Lois. I smiled at Gail and then looked to see Lois. "Peter, you are not very loyal -- you just could not hold back could you!" Then, seemingly in fury, she picked up the one towel we had shared, grabbed me in her favorite way -- still very sensitive -- and led me hang dog out of the women's room and across to our office. "Quick, grab all their clothes and get out of here!" Lois took my clothes, and we left only the girls shoes for walking over the gravel car park. The car park was well lit and crowd from some student event was milling around. Lois really was furious; she would not listen to my pleas to put my clothes on. She made me streak to the car. This incited the crowd, just in time for the next group of streakers -- three naked, perhaps wiser, undergraduates.   Tuesday Dinner -- Part 7 -- Confrontation GradStudent 11/10/2002 For the first time in many Tuesday nights, I was still fully clothed. There was tension during diner. Lois and Margaret glared at each other. Lois and I were also tense - we had not talked about the goings on at work and her dragging me home naked. The subject of sex had not come up during dinner. Emma, who had known Lois and Margaret for some time, decided to clear the air. "These Tuesday dinners have been fun. Peter has been repeatedly humiliated and yet seems to enjoy it. Wendy, Gail and I have been exposed and humiliated. We have taken it in good fun. But, you Margaret and you Lois have held back." Tuesday Nights Ch. 04-06 Wendy went on, "Margaret, you have gone out of your way to humiliate Peter, getting coeds from your class, like Gail, to keep feeling his pubic hair and shaving him over and over again. That is not fair to Peter." She then put the lie to her sympathetic tone, by walking over to me and sliding her hand down the front of my pants to feel the length of my pubic hair. "May need a new shave", she smiled looking at Gail and Lois. "But, more seriously, you have been trying to get at Lois pretty hard", she said continuing to look straight at Margaret. Margaret had relaxed, during the fondling, thinking Wendy was not being serious. Now she reverted to a frown but did not respond. "Lois," said Emma picking up the attack again, "You have been really mean to Peter, you put him out to be stripped and humiliated, but if he gets any gratification you get upset and try to get your own revenge." "Neither of you have let yourselves be exposed, while we have let it all out. Tonight is the chance to put it right. I vote that Lois and Margaret be our slaves for tonight. Perhaps we can help you work out some issues." She looked around to the rest of us, we nodded our heads, even Gail who was new to the dinners. Margaret was taken aback by the anger from the group - however, she did not feel she could refuse. She had goaded Peter into many silly acts. But she was an intensely private person with many inner thoughts that she would like to hide. If the demand had come from a male, she would have rejected the fairness argument, but coming form a woman, it was harder to brush off. "OK, It is only fair, these other women have stripped. I will strip." Lois knew when the sequence of dinners started, that her turn would come. She was not normally very adventurous and did not like to attract attention. She decided to be brazen. Lois looked at Emma, "Ok, I will submit to your dirty thoughts and your thoughts about Peter. But, it has to be completely fair, anything I do, Margaret must also do." Margaret glared back, "And vice versa". Now, I think that Lois had Margaret's dislike of men in mind and hoped somehow that Margaret would balk at anything involving a male. However, I am not sure that she had really thought through the consequences of this argument. "Lois and Margaret, we are all going to try to expand your horizons tonight. We will each in turn make a proposal that you each must carry out in turn, or together. OK?" They nodded, nervously sipping drinks and sitting back in the lounge chairs. We had finished dinner and moved to the lounge area and were sitting around the coffee table. Margaret was her tall, reserved self in a dark colored blouse and jeans. Lois, more feminine, wore a white top and a tartan skirt. "Peter, since you have been most humiliated, you can start." "Wow", this was a switch but I did not really have much freedom of choice for the first act. I thought for a moment. "You must stand by the window, with the curtains open, and undress each other, item at a time. Then you can both bring in a round of drinks." Tom my surprise, they complied. Lois looked more nervous than Margaret. They stood facing each other. Margaret began by undoing the buttons on Lois's blouse. She seemed almost eager. Lois pulled off the blouse and carefully folded it on the table. She undid Margaret's blouse and she herself carefully took it off her tall, lean body and folded it besides her own. Lois had a white frilly bra that held in her goodly bosom. Margaret had her black sports bra, like last time. The mutual, alternate striping continued with the footwear and then Lois gingerly undid Margaret's jeans and pulled them down. Margaret took them off and tossed them on the table. Off came Lois's tartan skirt, but she insisted on folding it. We could all now see Lois's ample pubic hair that extended above her panty line. Lois, perhaps a little naughty, then pulled down Margaret's serviceable white panties - leaving Margaret with nothing but a rather ugly sports bra. Margaret, taking her turn, took off Lois's frilly bra and then quickly followed by pulling down her panties. This left Lois, completely naked, and somewhat hairy, in front of the assembled crowd. She blushed and then struggled with Margaret's sports bra. Eventually, Margaret took it off herself. Given the humiliation these women had caused me, it was a pleasure to see them reduced to stark nakedness. They did not want to stand around and be ogled, so they went into the kitchen to get the drinks as ordered. We all smiled at each other. Emma took a turn next. She had previously volunteered to be shaved by me. "I want you both shaved, to match Peter's bare crotch, but I think for Margaret it would be most difficult if shaved by a man, like Peter, but for Lois, I think we should let Gail shave her, just the way Gail shaved Peter. Margaret crinched at my every touch, but I could tell she was hot. She lay on the towels on the floor while I completely shaved her crotch area. I slid my hands between her legs, she resisted, but let my hand in. I could feel the wetness as she lay naked in front of the four other women. Gail also stroked her, she responded warmly to this. Lois was a little scared of being shaved by Gail. Gail was firm but gentle. She was a lot more gentle than I could be. Gail was more brazen in sliding her hands over Lois's breasts and between her legs. Margaret, who paced and watched silently, seemed jealous. Lois was left with a completely nude front. Wendy had her turn. I liked Wendy and when she was not teasing me, I think she liked me. "Girls, you stripped each other so nicely, I want you to strip Peter and jointly suck him off -- no hands." Wow, this was really turn-about. But still, it would be public sex by me. How would Lois handle this? She would hate the idea of Margaret helping to bring me off. The stripped me pretty quickly, alternating garments. Margaret pulled off my briefs, but tried to avoid any intimate contact. I was left naked, as seemed to happen often lately, in front of a group of women. I leaned back over the edge of the table. Lois sucked me first, then Margaret. Margaret was very tentative at first, had probably never done this before. Wendy kept them alternating. Lois tried to keep me longer - Margaret tried to rid her mouth of me as quickly as she could. Margaret got a lot stronger and rougher, right before releasing me she would bite, even softly it hurt and reduced my ardor. Margaret just smiled when I yelped. Given all the stimulus in the lead up, I came pretty quickly. I wanted to come in Margaret's mouth but it was Lois that got the gold. Wendy made Margaret take me in her mouth while I was still shrinking and taste the cum. She sucked strongly - the feeling was exquisite. The girls had handled this sequence of humiliating tests very well. I was frankly surprised that one or the other had not bitched and refused to go on. Gail's turn came. "Margaret, you have made us do a lot of strange things in our class. I would like to see you sixty-nine with Lois." This was the one that I was sure would turn off Lois. She was a very heterosexual woman, she had never even hinted at an interest in being bisexual. But, it was Margaret who made difficulties. "This is getting very intimate, it is bade enough publicly giving sex to a male, let alone being obliged to have public sex with a woman. The rest of you are all going to have to strip. I want to see you all naked, before I go any further." I had no objection to this, I was already naked. Wendy, Emma, and Gail looked at each and started to strip. I was very interested to watch Gail. She was a fox - small body, large boobs, narrow waist, and beautiful long face with cascading blond hair. She did not hesitate in stripping, nor did Emma. Wendy was a little more shy. But, fairly quickly we were all naked, ready to watch Lois and Margaret carry the challenge set by Gail. I ran and got a mat used for camping to soften the carpet for the brave woman. Lois had not said a word, but she looked at me and then at Margaret. The atmosphere was suddenly more sexy, it was more than an antiseptic pornographic display. All being naked changed the dynamic. Gail was really into it. She arranged the women on the pad. Each pussie had been shaved, so the view was clear. She gently stroked Margaret's clit area and then pushed in Lois's face. Margaret did not need encouragement and started on Lois with gusto. It was a scene from many porn movies. Lois started without much enthusiasm, but I know she would not be doing it unless she had some real curiosity. They used their tongues on the legs, on the outside of the vagina, on the clit and deep inside. Lois came first, perhaps because Margaret was so enthusiastic. But Lois brought Margaret off soon after. They did not stop, until each had come multiple times. This was no forced show for either. What did it tell me about my girlfriend? Was this why she had the unlikely housemate of Margaret? I am sure that Lois had never had sex with a woman before. Why was she going through with this public spectacle? When they finally stopped, we were all hot. As my turn for the next humiliation, I proposed that Lois and Margaret have a shower and clean themselves off. I remember how Lois had let Gail bathe me in the shower, but reacted strongly when Gail had warmly and deftly satisfied my urges right in front of Lois. I thought that Lois might appreciate this gesture on my part. Margaret and Lois dragged themselves to the shower, and we -- of course -- all followed. Lois went to sit on the toilet to pee, she looked at us, expecting us to give her some privacy, but when nobody moved, she went ahead and pee'd. Margaret followed suit. They both climbed into the shower and started cleaning themselves. Gail could not stand it. She jumped in too and started soaping both women. She loved to use her hands. She soaped Margaret's crotch and her boobs. Without warning, she started sucking Margaret's breast while plunging her fingers in her crotch. Margaret soon came, with a shudder. Lois had already begun to soap Gail from behind. I never imagined that I would see this. While Gail was fingering Margaret, Lois had here hand between Gail's legs and was stimulating her clit. I was incredibly stimulated by all this, so, apparently were Emma and Wendy. They both looked at me with my prominent erection. We could not fit into the shower; they each grabbed a hand and led me out to Lois's bedroom. I lay flat on the bed - Emma took the pole position and Wendy, my kind, sweet innocent Wendy, sat on my face.