College life as I thought in the beginning was supposed to be fun. And for a while, it was.

I met Chris in a sociology class, a fiery redhead that had a bit of a temperament to go along with it, that ... and an amazing pair of breasts that she didn't mind showing off to some degree.

Almost immediately we hit it off and began dating with the only problem of that being, our class and work schedules didn't give either one of us as much time with one another as I would have preferred.

Which is when I also met April. I shared yet another class with April, a tall Brunette with legs that just seemed to go on forever, especially whenever she wore a tight fitting pair of cut-off Levi's that she seemed to always be wearing, though I think she'd been poured into them, which may have been one of the reasons she always seemed to have them on. And though she wasn't nearly as large breasted as Chris was, for me being a bonifide, card-carrying breast man, enjoying the differences between them was a very pleasurable past-time indeed.

You think I would have been content with that, two gorgeous women whose schedules were just different enough to make it easy to juggle time between them, and with neither of them being the wiser.

But that's when I got friendly with Diane.

I had been looking for a place close to the University, and something reasonably inexpensive to boot. Neither of which had been very easy to come by, but as luck would have it, I stumbled into the place because of a friend of mine who's sister happened to be living in the apartment below me, in an older home that had been converted into three separate apartments. Diane lived below me, so it was only natural that we became friends, especially as I knew her brother.

There was one other apartment above, a simple one room studio apartment that the guy who had been there, who had moved out the same day I had moved in, hadn't as yet been rented as there weren't many who cared to live in such a small confined space, which included only a sink and toilet as a bathroom, with no shower or bath included in it either. Needless to say, it remained unoccupied even though the rent was dirt-cheap.

Needless to say, on the nights or days when I didn't see or go out with either Chris or April, it turned out that I found myself spending a lot of that time with Diane. We both enjoyed cooking, so did so on those nights when I did stay home, inviting her over to try some new dish she'd been working on, as that was what she eventually wanted to do was become a Chef and own her own restaurant.

Life was good. One thing had led to another, and along with several glasses of wine, which had helped, Diane and I had fallen into bed together, and the rest as they say is history.

Yes, College life was indeed better than I could have ever expected. I was seeing and dating three separate women, all of them different enough to make things really interesting for one thing. And for another, it had been really easy keeping things separate between them as well, schedules were perfect, classes even more so as I knew there was not much of a chance in any of them running into one another as none of them were taking or sharing any of the same classes.

I should have left well enough alone perhaps. But then I met Janet.

Janet was a very petite dishwater blonde with perky medium sized breasts, but incredible nipples as I eventually learned. My pet name for her was in fact "Nips" though she tolerated my calling her that only in private. I met "Nips" when I had gone to do a photo shoot at a wedding reception that she was a bridesmaid for. That was what I did on the side, and earned some pretty decent money doing it too, which allowed me to have what little spare time I did have to share between the girls, and keep me in expense money, that and a small monthly stipend I received from my grandmother who had left me something in her will that was given out at a fixed rate for the duration of my attending college. Upon graduating, I would then be given whatever the balance was of that trust, which at the time I had no idea, nor would have until then. It wasn't much, not like I was rolling in dough, but enough to at least help pay for all of the college finances, and leave just a small tiny amount afterwards for required necessities.

It was just enough that I wasn't like a lot of college students who were on the go twenty-four seven, either studying or working with not much else in between.

Like me, Janet was into photography, and had found the pictures I had taken of her friend's wedding to be incredibly beautiful, which I don't mind saying so myself, really were too! So naturally having the same interests, and with there being an obvious mutual attraction, Janet eventually began accompanying me whenever I had a wedding shoot, or some other family photo scheduled to do for someone, coming along and acting as though she were my budding assistant or something, which in a way is what she became, even though I certainly wasn't paying her for it. She just enjoyed helping out, being with me ... and yes, after a few weeks, had become the fourth girl I was suddenly bedding.

The difference with Janet was, I really felt like she might actually be the one I could separate myself with, and settle down with.

I wish to hell now, that I had done that. But at the time, I just wasn't thinking all that clearly. I mean really ... four girls? All of them uniquely different in so many ways, with so many wonderful treats and pleasures to offer. And even those, so different that there really weren't many comparisons. But Janet indeed seemed to possess a little bit of everything, which is what I think I had always hoped to find or discover with someone. But when I did, it was already too late.

With my need to keep a planner, mainly because of my photo shoots and appointments, I found it became a very needed tool in managing my "dates" as well. The last thing I wanted to do was schedule something on the same night with two different women. I also kept notes, made comments to myself about their likes, dislikes etc, as a reminder to not bring something up to one girl who liked something, as opposed to another who didn't. But I also used it as a diary of sorts, highlighting the more erotic adventures we had all shared in fairly explicit detail.

Who'd have thought?

My other rule of course was that I never brought any of the other three back to my place, always stating that it was small, messy, and to some extent an embarrassment as to the way I kept it, hardly ever being there anyway. But I couldn't have done that obviously with Diane being too close to home, but it at least gave me the excuse and reason for keeping them all apart from one another.

So like I said in the beginning, life was good, really good, almost too good, and then it all turned to shit in a handbag.

I had gone to shoot a particularly large wedding, one of the biggest I had ever done, and also one in which I would end up making a pretty sizeable chunk of change. I had taken several pieces of equipment with me, given free rein to try out all sorts of artsy-fartsy shots that I'd been wanting to do for a while now. And this was one time I was really glad that Janet had gone with me to help out.

Several hours later, we'd packed up having finished for the day, and though I really wanted to spend the rest of the evening with Janet, I had already planned an evening with Chris, which I was already late for as it was. I got back to my apartment, unloaded my gear, and realized that my prized, cherished, dangerous to have in someone else's possession planner was missing! With my tongue deep in my throat, I called Janet.

"Hey babe ... I noticed when I got home, that I must have left my planner behind by accident, you didn't happen to see it or find it by any chance did you?"

"As a matter of fact Dave, I was just about to call you," she told me. "I must have picked it up along with some of the other stuff by mistake while we were packing up. "Would you like me to bring it by?" she asked.

"Ah no ... no. I'm in fact on my way over to a small little family photo shoot, so I'll swing by and pick it up from you on my way there."

"Need any help?" she asked. "I could bring it with me and meet you there," she suggested.

I was already nervously looking at my watch. My next call would be to Chris, apologizing for already being late as I know now I really would be by the time I met her at the club.

"No, no biggy really. Just a couple of quick family poses and I'm done, and then after that, I have some exams I really need to study for. So I'll just swing by and pick it up, and be on my way."

"Well ok," she said sounding very disappointed, as I was to be honest about it, as I really was starting to care a great deal about her, and wishing that I hadn't booked the evening that I had with Chris as I considered it.

And luckily for me, Chris was understanding enough to know that the photo shoot had taken longer than I'd planned for, so she wasn't too terribly upset with me when I called her and told her I was running late. Minutes later I pulled up in front of Janet's apartment, where she sweetly met me outside handing over my planner. I gave her an affectionate kiss, reminded her about our afternoon date tomorrow, and headed off shortly afterwards, once again feeling that all was well, and that I had managed to dodge a real bullet.

Arriving at the club just a short time later, I was more than relieved to see the warm sexy smile on Chris's face, not to mention the hot outfit she was wearing. She was in a white peasant blouse worn just off the shoulders, her enormous breasts so beautifully displayed with her long bright red hair falling sensually over them. She was also wearing a pair of tight black slacks that accentuated her nice ass, and gave her a very stark contrast, sultry, sexy ... if not downright dangerous. And I knew by the look in her face, she was in one of those moods, which usually meant a wild night of uninhibited sex. Suddenly all thoughts of everything else evaporated as we sat down at a booth, ordered fresh drinks, and began to talk dirty, which again was another sign that Chris was feeling damn horny tonight.

"I'm going to drive you nuts tonight," she told me, already reaching beneath the table as we sat there, her hand already hardening the bulge she'd found there as she toyed with my cock as we waited for the waitress to deliver our drinks.

"You're driving me nuts right now," I responded, seeing her smile, then watching as she turned, her back towards the bar area, and most of the other patrons who were sitting there. She pulled down one shoulder of her blouse, showing me that she had daringly worn her blouse without a bra, though I'd already figured that part out. Her large pink nipple winking at me, my hand immediately coming out to tickle it, though she turned away once again before I could.

"It's early yet," she teased, as I paid for our drinks, getting a knowing look from our waitress as I did so. Obviously she had been just in time to see Chris's marvelous tit before she'd been able to put it away.

"I'd ask if you wanted to start a tab," she said still grinning at us. "But for some reason, I don't think you're gonna be here that long."

"Probably not," Chris answered for me not even looking at the waitress as she seductively licked her lips looking at me, her hand still beneath the table, the pull of my zipper slowly being brought down even with the waitress continuing to stand there, though she then turned and walked away just as I felt the warmth of Chris's hand snaking inside my jeans.

"Fuck!" she said suddenly as her phone rang. She quickly retrieved her purse grabbing her phone looking at it. Her expression curious as she read whatever the text message was that had just been sent to her. "I'll be right back," she told me, and then headed off towards the bathroom leaving me with my fly open, though thank God she hadn't taken my dick out of it yet or I'd have never gotten it back in under the circumstances.

Chris was gone for several minutes and I was beginning to worry when I saw her suddenly emerge from the bathroom heading my way. She slid back into the booth beside me.

"Everything ok?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, just my sister ... you know, boy friend problems and she needed a shoulder to cry on for a moment that's all. Now then ... where were we anyway?"

Chris once again fondled my prick beneath my slacks as we sat sipping our beers. After only a short time, I was about as aroused as I could be, which Chris sensed and immediately made a suggestion.

"If you're as horny as I am, I've got something in mind I've been dying to do to you," she told me with a mischievous grin on her face. "You interested?"

"Hell yes, what do you have in mind?"

"Something really, really special. But I want it to be a surprise, so we'll go in my car, and you have to wear a blindfold so that you will be after we've arrived!"

I followed Chris out to her car and got in as she fumbled around for a moment tearing up one of her denim work shirts that she happened to have in the back seat. "Here, lets puts this on you," she said grinning, "Like I said, I want this to be a surprise!"

I did so, feeling a bit foolish, but at the same time, considerably excited as well. I knew how Chris could get whenever she was in one of her moods, and it certainly appeared to me that she was.

We drove for a while, and I had lost track of where we might be headed with all the twists and turns she made, though we soon stopped.

"I'll guide you," she told me. "So just wait there and I'll come around and help you out, and then lead you inside."

I had no idea where we were, or what she was up to, but she once again gave my prick a friendly little caress as she stood me up on the sidewalk after I'd gotten out of her car.

"Good, nice to see you're still excited, because I certainly am!" she told me as she now began leading me up a short flight of steps into some sort of building, and then up another flight of steps and yet another walking me down a short hallway where I then heard the sound of a door opening as she led me inside.

"Come over here," she said, sitting me down on what was obviously a bed, where she began removing my clothing only after ensuring my blindfold was still very secure. Once I was entirely naked, she had me lay back and then proceeded to secure my wrists to the bedposts as well as my legs. Obviously this was something she had planned out and been wanting to do as she'd obviously prepared this room just for the occasion.

"Comfy?" she asked.

I tested my bindings, they weren't tight at all, but I was also very limited in my movements, obviously just the way she wanted me. My prick was rock hard, begging for attention, which she gave it though only briefly.

"Still excited I see," she laughed, "ready for the big surprise?"

"Oh yeah," I said anxiously, and felt it as Chris reached around to undo the blindfold. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, as Chris stepped away. When she did, I lay there with my eyes in total and complete disbelief. Standing near the door facing the bed I was laying in, stood Chris, April, Diane, and Janet.

"Surprise!" they all said in unison.

"What the fuck?"

"What? You don't like your big surprise?" Chris asked with a pouty expression on her face.

Truth was, I was speechless, and now more anxious than ever at seeing them all standing there together, which is when I also realized, this was the small studio apartment located just above my own, and Diane's.

"Would someone please tell me what the hell's going on here?" I asked, my erection already dwindling to nothingness.

"Well, it's like this," Janet said holding out what appeared to be a photocopy of several pages from my planner. "I happened to read some of the things you wrote in your planner about me, along with some of the other comments you made about the rest of the girls here, and so I made copies for everyone, and gave them to the others to read while we sat here waiting for you. And since you were kind enough to include everyone's phone numbers, I thought it might be a good idea for all of us to get together and have a sit down meeting of sorts. But as April then suggested, getting you here with all of us might not happen unless we found a way to get you here without knowing, so that's when Diane came up with this idea."

I glanced over towards her, she wasn't smiling any more, she looked hurt and downright angry.

"Yeah, since the room was obviously available, I thought it might be a good place to have you taken to while we sit down and think about what we're all going to do about this," she told me.

"This? This what?" I said getting agitated myself now. "If you want to talk, fine ... we'll talk, sure ... I've probably got a lot to answer for, but I'm certainly not going to do it laying here like this."

"Oh? You're not? Appears to me like you don't have much of a choice now does it?" Chris said sternly, the easy going naughty tone of voice I'd heard only moments ago, long gone now as she spoke.

I just looked at her, bewildered, honestly a little frightened though beyond some additional humiliation perhaps, which I probably had coming to me, I really didn't think they were contemplating any real bodily harm.

"Anyway, thanks Sis for calling me, things sort of really do make a lot more sense to me now that we've shared notes," she said speaking to Janet.

"Sis?" I said feeling even more bewildered and alarmed now.

"Yeah, Janet's my step-sister," she told me. "Small world isn't it?"

"That's the sister you told me about on the phone?"

"Yep!" she said grinning, though this time her grin looked anything but friendly.

"So now ... what ARE we going to do about this?" Diane asked the others. "Obviously, he's been sleeping with all of us, and leading us all on I think. So maybe he deserves some sort of punishment for having done that, don't you think?"

There was a mutual consensus on that, though no one really seemed to know quite what they should do, or how they should go about doing it. Many of the suggestions actually beginning to worry me as they began discussing and wondering if my ass could handle taking a baseball bat. Luckily, I saw the truth in April's eyes as she mentioned that, she wasn't being serious. At least ... I hoped not anyway.

"Well I do think a little torture is certainly in order," Chris now said totally serious.

"I don't want to hurt him," Janet told her step-sister, "As much as I might think about doing that, I still don't want him physically harmed," she said looking at me, the hurt still clearly showing in her eyes, but so was the mixture of concern she had for me along with that.

"Oh we won't hurt him, not really," Chris said. "But he certainly does deserve some sort of punishment after what he'd done to all of us. And I have a few ideas of what that might be. Why don't we leave Dave here to think about what he's done for one thing, and give him a chance to worry and wonder what we're going to do while we go downstairs to Diane's apartment and discuss it over a glass of wine?"

"Good idea," Everyone agreed, and soon after left me to lie there wondering just that.

I don't know how long I lay there, though it certainly seemed like an eternity, and well over an hour at least before I heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. By now I had been imagining all sorts of things, most of them unpleasant as my imagination got the best of me. I had actually worked myself up into a very feverish state, wondering what they would do, or could do and get away with, which left plenty of options. None of which prepared me however for what I saw next as the door opened.

Stunned, I could only lay there wondering as all four women walked into the room together, and each one of them nude.

"Well, we've decided," Chris said looking at me, and then walked over sitting down on the bed wrapping her hands around my very flaccid, limp as a noodle cock and began playing with it.

Words failed me, so I just lay there waiting to hear what their intentions were, which certainly weren't any I'd been contemplating, not seeing the four of them in the nude together certainly.

April soon joined Chris on the bed, leaning over and wrapping her mouth around my prick as Chris continued holding it, and semi-stroking it while she did so. As bewildered and confused as I was, the sensation was still pleasurable enough that I felt my prick slowly begin to stiffen. And then I wondered if they were going to cut it off or something once they'd gotten it hard, so I began fighting against that briefly, until reason took over and told me that as angry as they all obviously were, they certainly wouldn't actually do something like that. But this ... sucking my cock as punishment? That didn't make much more sense either.

"Oh yeah, all nice and hard again. Nice work April," Chris told her. Chris let go of my cock then as Diane moved over to take her place, with Janet taking over for April as the two of them now played with my prick somehow making it even harder than it was. I was moaning and groaning now in complete abandon, somehow thinking the girls had temporarily lost their minds for a moment, but grateful as hell that they had.

"Feel good?" Chris asked as she stood next to April, her hands suddenly coming around her, beginning to fondle and caress April's breasts. "Look nice?" she added as she teased them looking at me, as April did, sighing her pleasure as Chris thumbed her hard erect little nipples. "So ... you like what you see?" she asked me once again as Janet continued sucking my prick as Diane fondled it as well as my ever-tightening balls.

"Oh yeah ... yeah," I moaned pleasurably, still stunned by this turn of events.

"Thought you would," she then added. "Ok Diane, go ahead and put his blindfold back on then, he's got an idea now of what he'll be missing doesn't he?" she stated simply.

"What? What?"

It didn't matter what I said, or how I pleaded. Diane quickly re-secured the blindfold that Chris had originally placed around my eyes when she brought me up here. In the next instant, I was again blind to what was going on, though I continued to hear it as Chris seriously continued playing with April, her own pleasured moans now coming as they positioned themselves on the bed, which is when Janet released my cock, allowing it to sit there throbbing wantonly as I blindly lay wondering what all was going on around and about me.

"Too bad you can't see or appreciate any of this," Diane spoke moments later. "Janet really does have cute little tits doesn't she? And they certainly feel good in my hands."

"Yes, yes they do feel good in your hands," Janet added breathlessly as I lay there visualizing what she was doing, along with the same sort of wonderment as Chris and April fooled around pleasurably at the foot of the bed, sounds of what I could only imagine as pussy-licking, and clit sucking being performed, though I was of course powerless to see or do anything about it.

"You enjoying the way I'm licking your cunt?" Chris asked. "Is it as good as the way Dave did it?"

"Oh yes ... and yes, much better than the way he does it," April responded pleasurably, groaning loudly now as Chris went back to licking her. Likewise, I now began to hear similar sounds coming from the side as Diane informed me that Janet was now kneeling before her, spreading her pussy lips apart, licking and sucking her clit.

"How about me?" Janet asked. "You like this as much as when Dave licked your pussy?" She asked.

"Oh yeah, you're much ... much better at it too!" Diane told her, once again moaning with a great deal of satisfaction as I lay there listening to them, my prick long forgotten, and now throbbing almost painfully with desire.

I lost track of the number of orgasms I heard, the sounds of their lust intermingling as they exchanged partners enjoying one another to the fullest.

"I don't know ... think we should give Dave a little relief now?" Chris ventured. "He has shown some remorse, and he has been punished to some extent by not getting to see what any of us have been doing or enjoying with one another. What do you think?" she asked in general.

Much to my relief, I did feel a pair of soft warm hands suddenly surround my rock hard prick, once again stroking it pleasurably.

"That feel good?" Diane asked me now telling me who was doing it anyway. I could only moan in response to that. Already hovering on the edge.

"Too good I think," April added a moment later. "You getting close there Dave?" she asked.

"Yes ... yes, almost," I managed already beginning to feel the tingle of anticipation at my impending climax, which is when Diane quit playing with me, and which is also when I heard the sound of the door opening.

"Wait! Wait, where are you going? What's going on?" I asked stupidly.

"We're going back downstairs for another drink, some more chat, and another look at your ... our ... diary," Chris amended. "Shouldn't be gone too long, or maybe we will. Either way, doesn't really matter to you now does it?" she said.

All I heard after that was the sound of the door closing and footsteps once again going down the hall towards the stairs along with a lot of giggling laughter.

So lost in thought, I didn't even hear the door open when it did. But I did know that at least I hadn't been laying there in the darkness as long as I had the first time either. And I had hopes that the girls had finally decided to release me, having decided I'd been punished enough for my stupidity.

Almost silently, I heard footsteps crossing over to my bed. Whoever it was, was alone however as I heard and felt no one else. What I also felt was again the touch of someone's hand stroking my cock, reawakening it which didn't take much to do as I had been and was to some extent, still very much aroused.

"Please, say something," I begged as her hand continued to manipulate my cock pleasurably. But I heard nothing but silence answer my request. "Please ... which one are you?" I then said, and felt a very unpleasurable squeeze surround my cock, making me wish I hadn't said that the way that it had sounded. "Ouch!"

Thankfully, whoever it was quit squeezing me, but also whoever it was stood up and walked back out the door without saying anything to me either. And try as I might, there was nothing about her touch, or anything else for that matter that even gave me a brief hint as to who, "or which one" I thought once again chastising myself, it had been.

This time, it actually was a bit longer before I heard the footsteps, which I now lay listening for though my mind had continued to wander. Once again I heard the door open, bare feet padding along the floor towards my bed, then "someone" actually crawling up into bed, hands again wrapping around my cock, stroking it back to hardness which surprisingly didn't take all that long. By now, I had no idea of what to expect, or what direction anything would come from when it did. So needless to say, I certainly wasn't expecting the feel of a silky slick pussy suddenly engulfing my prick, easing itself down over my shaft, though it did indeed feel glorious when she did.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned thrusting upwards, but in doing so, felt her uncunt herself from me. Only after I lay still unmoving did she then again slip herself over me, slowly lowering up and down briefly, and the feel of her sweet wet cunt driving me nearly insane. "Oh God that's good ... that's nice," I moaned as once again I began to feel the tingle of anticipation and sweet ecstasy just around the corner.

"Oh no! No! No!" I pleaded only a second after that as the sweetness and pleasure left. The sound of footsteps going back out the door, once again the sound of it closing as my unknown lover departed, leaving me to my thoughts and frustrations there in the darkness.

And so it began. I lost track of time, as well as the intervals when someone would come. Sometimes it felt like only five minutes had passed, even my cock having remained somewhat erect. But then other times, the silence and wait maddening, expectantly laying there until I had realized I'd actually fallen asleep, only to be awakened by the feel of someone touching me, sometimes sucking or licking me awake, though not a single word was ever spoken or given me. Just the arousal, the awakening of my desires, which by now of course, I'd come to realize, would go on unfulfilled.

I honestly thought I was beginning to hallucinate, hearing sounds when there were none, and then not hearing anything when there was. And not always did anyone touch me either. Sometimes I just heard the door open, someone standing there, and then hearing it closing again.

"Please ... please, say something," I said finally upon hearing the door opening again. "Look ... I'm sorry, I really am sorry that I've hurt anyone. But you've got to at least listen to reason here, you can't keep me all tied up like this."

"Oh? And why can't we?" Chris said. The sound of her voice breaking the too long silence I'd been sitting in, sounding almost heavenly, even if the tone of her voice wasn't.