Chapter 4: Alfred Learns More About His Situation

“What Sophie told us, in full, is that your dick is tiny, but it’s good at hitting just the right spot inside her, that you’re a good kisser, and that you give great head. And we want to make sure of it all before we let her marry a three-inch loser like you.”

“Now we know you’re a good kisser,” May said, then she smacked her lips mockingly.

“You’re adequate,” June continued. “So you still have two more tests to pass. Test 2: you have to hit ‘just the spot’ in each of us with your little pink worm. Make us come. Test 3: you have to give us great head. And it’s better be great indeed.”

I could not do that and I could not refuse.

“And then you’ll let me go?” I pleaded, mortified.

“Then we’ll pass our judgement on you.”

June’s hand (I was sure it was hers) grabbed my erect shaft and I felt cold, moist rubber engulf it.

“Even the small size condoms won’t fit him,” Phryne said.

“It’s alright, he’s not going to come. Or else.”

At the same time I felt a momentous weight above me, soft breasts resting heavy on my chest, thick legs pressing over mine. May’s hand crawled between my body and hers, grabbed my organ and, as far as I could tell, put its head inside her slit. But as soon as she moved it fell out.

“Get it in Alfred!”

I moved my pelvis but it felt impossible, especially with my eyes covered, to direct it in any way. Finally another hand pushed it in again, but it fell out immediately, swaying.

“It’s not his fault, he’s just too small.”

“You’ll have to squat on it,” Phryne said.

“I don’t like that. I don’t want to do all the work. Maybe we could untie him and make him take me in missionary. He’ll be good if he knows what’s good for him.”

“I’ll be good,” I promised fearfully.

“Let’s keep him tied up for now,” June decided. “Phryne, you’re next.”

May rolled off the mattress and then I felt it bounce a couple time. Phryne was stepping on it with her naked feet, she stopped with them on either side of my hips. In-between them my hard penis still darted up, I could image her thin shadow falling on it, like a bird of prey’s. Then she squatted, put one of her rough hands on my chest to stabilize herself, and grabbed my shaft with the other one, like a tool. She pressed it first a little, maybe to appreciate its hardness. And then she guided it in her. I could feel it bump on the rubbery flaps of her lips and then disappear into a diffuse warmth. She lowered herself some more, until her round firm buttocks were on my thighs, and the coarse hair of her mound against the itchy skin of mine.

“He’s all in and I can’t feel a thing!” She exclaimed. “Wait...”

She swayed hither and hither and, after bending backward a little, she stopped with a small “oh!” Then she started moving up and down, ever so slightly, poking that one spot of her vagina with my swollen glans.

“It’s small but it’s hard at least,” she said. And she kept poking herself with it every so often she moaned another little “oh”, and to my renewed shame I felt myself getting harder for it inside my condom. “It’s like a dildo,” she said,” a very small one. You can touch yourself at just the right spot.”