CFNM, Feminization, Strap-On Sex
I arrived at Elizabeth’s in the evening. We had ended our relationship a few months previously and had remained friends, or so I thought. I had expected Elizabeth and I would be eating alone so I was surprised to hear voices in the kitchen.
‘Who’s here,’ I asked as I removed my shoes and hung up my jacket.
‘Connie and Maureen,’ Elizabeth said. I must have colored slightly. Connie and Maureen were also former lovers of mine.
‘Don’t worry,’ Elizabeth said, grinning. ‘No one’s going to hurt you.’ We moved into the kitchen and sat around making idle chatter. Maureen had a deck of cards in her hand that she kept shuffling. I was nervous being in the company of these three, but growing more comfortable until Elizabeth turned to
Maureen and asked about my pussy eating skills. ‘He was very good,’ Maureen said, leering at me. ‘He ate my pussy as long as I wanted, but he always needed to cum. He always wanted a hand job or would I suck his dick or fucking, he would beg for fucking.’
I reddened. I did not know what to say. Connie leaned over and grabbed my crotch. She squeezed my penis and balls hard enough to be both pleasurable and painful.
‘It’s alright,’ Connie said. ‘We all know your secrets. We’ve all seen you naked with your little dickie sticking out. You don’t have to be embarrassed.’
‘I’m not embarrassed,’ I said, trying to seem nonchalant. Her squeezing was giving me an erection. The conversation was humiliating.
‘Men do seem to need that attention their penises,’ Elizabeth said. She had stepped behind me and was running her fingers through my hair. ‘I once caught him masturbating in the shower. I made him get out and finish in front of me. You enjoyed that, didn’t you”
I must have turned a deep red. They all roared with laughter. I was angry, humiliated and a little turned on at the same time.
‘Oh, come on,’ Elizabeth said, giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. ‘We’re just goofing on you. Don’t take it so seriously.’
Much to my relief, we returned to our previous, safer conversation. Then Maureen snapped her deck of cards and called for a game.
‘How about a little strip poker,’ she said. I paused.
‘I don’t think I want to play strip poker,’ I said. Maureen snapped her cards again.
‘Are you chicken,’ Elizabeth asked.
‘You can get us back for embarrassing you before,’ Connie said. ‘You can get us naked and make us beg for our clothes back. Don’t you want to teach us a lesson”
That direct appeal to my ego worked. I agreed to the game. Maureen dealt the first hand. I anted up with a sock though I graciously left it on the floor. I was raised a sock and my belt. My two-of-a-kind lost to Maureen’s flush.
On the next hand I anted up my shirt. I folded when Connie and Maureen were pushing the stakes up high. The three of them seemed to be wearing many layers of clothing. I anted up my pants. As Connie dealt the hand, Maureen started telling the story of the best sex she and I had ever had.
She had ordered me to get naked. I had to start at her feet and lick and kiss my way up to her pussy. Then I ate her pussy as she sat on the sofa. With one foot she kept artfully manipulating my penis and balls, sometimes softly, sometimes painfully, but keeping me hard. When she had cum twice, she ordered me onto an armless chair she owned and mounted me. Maureen rode me until I came and then she kept on riding until I begged her to stop.
That was the best sex we had ever had. I loved her on top of me. I could never recall that sex without getting an erection and I could feel my hardon growing in my underwear as Maureen told the story. I folded quickly to avoid having to bet my underwear, my last remaining piece of clothing, and expose my erection. Elizabeth won the hand and started to deal. The three of them anted and looked at me expectantly.
‘Well, where’s your ante,’ Elizabeth said. I stood. I was sweating and my heart was pounding. I could feel the blood rising up in my cheeks. I pulled my underwear down to my ankles and stepped out. I dropped the underwear in the middle of the table. My erection stood straight out from my body. They roared with laughter. Connie had snatched my chair away so I could not sit and, at least, pretend to hide behind the table. I was humiliated.
‘Oh, he’s embarrassed,’ Connie said. ‘He’s all excited and we can see his little penis.’
Maureen and Elizabeth laughed again. Maureen reached over and flicked the head of my penis with her finger. The unexpected pain made me jump. She did it again. As I was fending off a third attempt, Connie did the same to my balls. The attack was coming from two sides. I covered my balls with one hand and the head of my penis with the other.
‘He’s getting mad,’ Elizabeth said. ‘He’s naked and you girls are hurting his little penis.’
Connie bent down and plucked one of my socks from the floor. Promising she would not hurt me, she opened it and slid it over my erection. More than half the sock hung down from the tip of my penis. They laughed again.
‘There,’ Connie whispered in my ear. ‘Now we can’t see your little dickie.’ Connie tickled the underside of my balls and then moved her hand up the shaft of my penis. Turning to the other two, she said ‘He’s really hard.’
Elizabeth came around the table and felt my penis. Maureen took her turn. She pumped my penis. Her stroking and the sock rubbing the head of my penis were too much and I exploded. Her hand kept the cum pumping out of my penis. Then the head became too sensitive. The sock rubbing against the head was almost painful.
‘Maureen,’ I begged. ‘Please stop. Please.’
Maureen pulled the sock off. She took my balls in her hand and gave them a forceful squeeze. Pulling up, she lifted me up onto my toes.
‘Who gave you permission to cum,’ she said. ‘You’re gonna get it now.’
Keeping a firm grip on my balls, Maureen pulled me over to Elizabeth. Maureen gave a quick blow to the stomach. I bent over at the waist and felt her hand on the back of my neck, forcing me onto Elizabeth’s lap with my ass in the air.
Elizabeth trapped my still-erect penis between her thighs. I struggled to hold still as it remained sensitive. Connie caught my neck in a lock between her knees. I was trying to catch my breath.
‘Spread your legs,’ Elizabeth ordered. When I did not comply fast enough, Elizabeth started to spank me, hard. I took a breath and began to struggle. Someone, presumably Maureen, sat on my back and a hand took a firm and painful grip on my balls.
‘Stay still,’ Maureen said. Just to emphasize her point, she gave my balls one hard squeeze. I stopped squirming. Someone, Connie I thought, reached down and clapped a bracelet on my left wrist. Both arms were pulled behind my back and I realized it was not a bracelet, but handcuffs. That hand, still on my balls, kept me still. I was cuffed and immobilized. Maureen and Connie climbed off me. I remained on Elizabeth’s lap and she took up her spanking again.
‘Make his ass nice and pink,’ Connie said. I heard Maureen leave the room. My ass was stinging after a few minutes. Maureen returned. I heard a bag being dropped on the table. Elizabeth stopped.
‘Look at that color,’ Maureen said. A hand with sharp fingernails played across my behind. My cheeks were pulled apart.
‘Let’s clean up this little ass pussy,’ Connie said. A buzzer started up and I felt the cold metal pressed against my rear. I was getting shaved — all around my rectum, beneath my balls and the insides of my thighs. What felt like a razor cleaned off any stubble.
I heard someone spit and I felt a warm liquid on my rectum. finger penetrated me, then two. Some cold liquid hit my rear and I felt a much larger object pressing against me. My rectum spread to admit it then collapsed as the object’s diameter grew smaller.
‘What is that,’ I asked.
‘A little penis-shaped butt plug,’ Elizabeth responded. ‘Do you like having a penis up your ass”
I kept silent. I was lifted to my feet. Elizabeth pressed up against. She took my nipples between her fingers and squeezed.
‘Well, do you,’ she said quietly. I mumbled my assent. Taking the buzzer from Maureen, Elizabeth went to work on my crotch. My pubic hair was taken down to stubble. They stood back to admire their work.
I looked ridiculous as I stood naked in front of the three women. Between the orgasm, the spanking and the ball squeezing, my penis had shriveled. ‘Hard to believe something so small could get smaller,’ Maureen said. She
stepped to me and lightly played with my genitals. I looked down at my penis.
She was right. It had never looked so small.
‘Come on,’ Maureen ordered. She took a firm grip on me flacid penis and pulled me to the bathroom. Elizabeth and Connie trailed behind and gave my ass a swat anytime they thought I was moving too slowly. Once in the bathroom, Maureen applied shaving cream to the remaining stubble on my crotch. She used a razor to complete the shaving.
‘Get in the tub,’ Maureen said. ‘It’s time for a rinse.’
I stood in the tub and began to reach for the tap.
‘Lie down,’ Maureen barked. ‘Face up.’
Elizabeth, Connie and I all looked confused by this order. I complied. Maureen whispered something in Connie’s ear. With a giggle Connie took down her panties and squatted above me. Her pee began to flow over my stomach and she directed the stream to hit my penis and balls. Elizabeth did the same. Maureen started at my genitals, went up my chest and finished on my face.
‘Get up,’ Maureen ordered. The butt plug was removed. She turned the cold water on full blast. I had to stand under the stream for several minutes before Maureen turned it off and I toweled off.
Connie put me in a collar and leash and we went to the living room. A penis gag was stuffed into my mouth. The cuffs were removed and I was forced down onto all fours. Connie and Elizabeth took seats behind me on the couch. My ass and balls were displayed to them. Maureen sat on my back. The three of them began idle conversation while Maureen began playing with my ass.
First, it was a finger, then two, and then a dildo, perhaps. Their conversation grew quiet as Maureen’s concentration on my ass grew more intense.
Maureen climbed off and I heard her fussing behind me. She knelt behind me. I could feel her hands on my hips. One of the two on the couch rose to assist Maureen. I was penetrated by a huge dildo. Maureen began slowly fucking me.
‘That’s it, my little bitch,’ she said to me. ‘Take it all. You love me fucking you. Say you love it.’
Through the penis gag I mumbled my assent. When I was not loud enough, Maureen gave me a swat on the ass. She pulled out and ordered me onto my back with my knees up. The fucking started again in this new position. She was rough and occasionally slammed into my balls. I was alternately in pain, turned on and I had a semi-flacid, half-hearted erection. Elizabeth and Connie were both standing now to observe.
‘She wants to get a hardon, but she can’t,’ Connie said. Maureen stopped and pulled out. I could see a thought forming in Elizabeth’s mind.
‘Get onto all fours, bitch’ Elizabeth snapped at me. There was more noise behind me and someone, presumably Elizabeth, knelt behind me. I felt fingers penetrating my asshole and their number was increasing. Elizabeth was about to fist me, I realized. My heart was pounding and I was struggling for breath through the gag. I tried to relax my ass and surrender to the inevitable. I found myself pushing back to accept her fist, almost wanting it in me. With a final thrust, she was in me. I relished being so entirely possessed by her, being owned by her. She approved.
‘That’s a good girl,’ Elizabeth said. To further show her approval, she used her other hand to play with my balls and penis which was now completely flacid.
The fisting seemed to go on and on. Then Elizabeth removed her hand and I fell to the floor, exhausted. I rolled onto my back. The three of them were standing above me, smiling. Connie knelt beside my head and stroked my hair.
‘Now it’s time for our fun,’ she said. I had thought they had been having their fun, but apparently not. Connie removed the gag and climbed onto my face. I ate her pussy to orgasm. I did the same for Elizabeth and Maureen. By the time I was done I was erect again and dying to come. The three of them, however, were finished with me. Connie dumped my clothes in a pile on the floor next to me.
‘But I haven’t cum,’ I protested. Elizabeth took me by the arm and started to lead me to the door. Standing at her front door, Elizabeth delicately played her fingers along my balls and up the shaft of my penis. She lightly stroked my penis as she spoke to me. I thought she might masturbate me to orgasm.
‘You’re so hard,’ she said. ‘You may masturbate in the bushes outside. We’ll dump your clothes out the front window.’
She pushed me outside, naked, with a raging erection. The cold air stung my skin. I jumped behind the bushes that lined the front of her house. At the far end I heard a window open and saw my clothes dumped out. I pressed my back against the house and made my way towards my clothes in the tight space between the house and the bushes. The bushes were scratching the skin on my stomach, my thighs, even on my penis and balls. I turned sideways which protected my front, but my side was plenty scratched when I reached my clothes. My pants and underwear weren’t there. I heard Elizabeth above me.
‘I told you to masturbate,’ she said. ‘Jerk off or you can walk home in your shirt and socks. The whole neighborhood will see your little dick.’
Fighting off the pain and cold I took my drooping penis in my hand. I came in two or three minutes and was rewarded with the rest of my clothes except for my underwear. In its place, I had a pair of frilly, female panties. I did not need to be ordered to put these on. I knew it was my place to wear them.