Chapter 6: Alfred Gets a Second Chance

“Very well,” June said. “You still want to lie down on the bed?” “Yeah, I think it’s best.” “OK, let me get Alfred up to speed.” Then she talked to me, her hand still around my parts. “We’re going to untie you, Alfred, so our friend May can lie down in your place. Now I trust you won’t do anything dumb? Because if you do, if you try to run or to resist or even disobey one single order, I’m going to hurt you. I’m going to hurt your little dick and balls a lot. Get it?” “Yes,” I mumbled.

I expected her to insist, but I must have sounded defeated enough, because she did not. My feet were untied from the bedpost, then immediately tied together, and I opposed no resistance. Then I felt a noose being slipped around my neck, and tightened, not to the point it hurt or choked me, but enough that I could hardly move without strangling myself, as long as the rope was taut. And finally they untied my wrists, burning with the sudden onrush of blood.

“Get up, Alfred.” Someone was pulling on the noose, probably not June since her hand was still on my parts. I sat on the bed’s edge and rose clumsily to my feet, careful not to fall. I wondered if I fell if they would think to let go in time, or strangle me, or tear apart my genitals.

I heard May behind me fall heavily on the mattress, and Phryne’s rough-palmed hands turned me around by the shoulders. “On your knees, Alfred.” For once it was not June giving the orders. “You have one more pussy to lick.”

I felt very unsteady as I knelt, terrified again of falling and hurting myself, or to give the impression I was not fully compliant; it felt better once I found the mattress with my hands in front of me, an rested my weight on them.

Phryne removed the noose grabbed me by the hair, firmly but without violence, which made me think of her own black, lush hair, and of rubbing my hands in it. She guided my head upward and then pushed it against May’s smooth, tender, hairless crotch. My chest was on the mattress, almost to my midsection, and my hands on her thick, muscular thighs. Below that my hips jutted awkwardly off the bed, allowing June to keep her grasp on my parts, and my bound and outstretched legs struggled to support their weight, with the result that I pushed and pushed on my toes, thrusting my head forward like a hog in the through, into her gaping gash. By then it was almost a habit for me to pleasure my wife’s friends, may she forgive me; and so I started lapping at May’s warm moist flesh.

It was hard, for a while, to get my bearings there; unlike the two others who had ridden my face, she could not move her hips much to direct my attention, and so I licked blindly, but not entirely without effect, to judge by her movements and her labored breathing. And when finally my tongue found the folds of her short lips, and followed them to their confluence and her hard little bud, I satisfied her so quickly it stirred in me a strange, misplaced pride. Sophie hadn’t lied, I was good at this! The feeling was absurd and fleeting, yet for a moment it almost distracted me from fear and shame.

In the throes of pleasure May shouted immodestly, a series of wordless, primal cries, like the bellow of a great beast. As her large thighs closed around my head I remembered how big she was, and strong. It was with some relief that he felt them relax again.

Immediately May put her hands in my hair and pulled me up. I crawled up on her immense body, kissing it as I went, until our hips met and my face was between her large, soft breasts. June’s hand between my legs slipped a condom on my small organ, and gave it a quick squeeze lest I forgot her orders. Then I was in May. Having my hands on the mattress, feeling her large body under mine, gave me a feeling of familiarity I had not felt so far. In some way it was like making love to poor, betrayed Sophie. My diminutive penis went in, admittedly not much, at the rhythm of my rocking hips, not on that imposed on me by a strange woman. May met me, eagerly; this time it did not fall out of her, and in remembering the humiliation that had been, I felt strangely invigorated. “Is your small dick in, Alfred?” she asked. “Make me feel it.”