Cfnm Sojourn Ch 03

Our first month of being together passed quickly to me. I never initiated any sexual activity, including jerking-off. I waited for Linda to tell me what to do. Although she frequently masturbated herself, while watching me, it was always wearing a nightgown and/or panties. She was never naked in front of me. While I longed to see her, I was contented to be the CFNM guy. One evening I was washing the dishes and Linda came up behind me. She put her left arm over my chest. Her bosom pressed against my back. Her right hand began stroking my cock. While I was erect a lot, washing the dishes wasn't one of those times. But her hand brought me quickly to life. "What would you be willing to do for me?" she asked.

I honestly replied, "I would do anything you asked me to."

She paused a beat and then "You trust me that much?"

"Yes, I trust you that much," I replied.

She went on, "I want to have a housewarming party and invite a half dozen of my colleagues over. I want you to help at the party."

"Help?" I responded.

Then came the shock. "Yes, I have talked about our relationship with the girls, and they want to see how it works. You would serve drinks, answer questions, and maybe perform for them."

I twisted my head around, "Would I be naked?"

She held me tight and replied, "Yes, it would please me."

This hit me like a bullet. I was not sure I was ready for it, but I could hardly back down. What excuse could I make now after saying I would do "anything" for her. But I was genuinely worried about the consequences. I knew Linda, and being naked, just with her, was vulnerable enough, as exciting as it had been. In the park there were multiple people, but I didn't have to interact with them. But extending my nudity to a group of females, none of whom I knew, and with whom I would have to talk was a huge step to take. I had fantasized being naked in front of multiple women, but... Linda was talking about a real situation. I was speechless, but Linda continued to stroke me and started to plan the whole thing aloud. And not knowing how to curb her enthusiasm, I allowed it to proceed. After outlining the whole party, she turned me around and asked, "Would you please stand on the coffee table and cum all over me?" She had asked, not commanded. Was I being manipulated? Hell yes, but I jumped up on the table and covered her face and clothed breasts with a lot of jizz.

On Sunday, Linda started early. She laid out some cakes she had made, some wine, and a couple of bottles of beer. Her friends were expected as a group around three pm. This was the first time Linda's friends had been in the house. She wanted her friends to have a tour of the house. She was still sorting the details. Should Linda introduce me already naked? Or should I strip for them? Or should they strip me? She decided I would be too awkward and nervous for the second option, and the girls might be reluctant to pursue the third option. So, it was to be the first. One of the things Linda liked about my nudity was the scarcity and fluffiness of my pubic hair. "Maybe we should accentuate this."

"Accentuate?" I asked.

She took my cock and walked me into the bathroom. With no argument, I allowed her to cut away what little pubic hair I had. "It looks so clean, so exposed, so virginal, so vulnerable," was her summary of the result. She would meet them at the door, introduce me (naked) to them, and we would have them leave any bags, or coats, in the first room. I would ask them if they would like to see the house. Then lead them around showing each room. I would then usher them to the dining room and tell them we had some refreshments to offer. I would serve from the kitchen in the next room, ask if they wanted tea or coffee, tell them we had something harder for later, and serve as required. Then, just see where it all led.

I had never been so nervous, so conflicted and so excited all at the same time. But by the time the doorbell rang, I decided to just let things happen, and stop worrying. After all, what good would worrying do now! There were four girls at the door, then a little hesitation and awkwardness, as I made way for them to enter, a little giggling from them, and some comments to Linda regarding their initial reactions. A few minutes later the doorbell rang again, and two more guests arrived. Since everyone was here, I give a slightly stuttered invitation to deposit things in the first bedroom, and an almost inaudible invitation to see the house - all pretty much to plan.

All seven were seated (including Linda) at the dining table, cakes were delivered, drink orders taken and delivered - and my cock was not only rock hard, but even now, starting to dribble quite copiously and uncontrollably. "Should I sit down, too?" I asked.

"No, we can see you better standing!" replied Linda. I felt my face flush with embarrassment. Then the questions began. How long had I been doing this? Why? How did it make me feel? How do I feel now? What other quirks did I have, or want to have? Did it matter if my audience was fully dressed? Was it better if they were dressed? Questions put from everyone. And this guy with an inferiority complex, usually tongue-tied with any female conversation, responded honestly, quietly, and succinctly. Were the girls revolted, amused, sarcastic - I got no indication that they were. They were interested, polite, non-judgmental, in such a way as to make me feel not only relaxed, but even reasonably accepted, if still a little kinky.

After an hour or so of questions, I served some alcohol. The girls drank and talked for another hour. The volume of the conversation rose with the alcohol consumption. Linda had been silent for a while and then tapped on her wine glass to get everyone's attention. We had planned what was next and felt an uncomfortable but exciting tremor throughout my body. When the noise level dropped, Linda spoke, "Would everyone like some action now, and would anyone like to help out?" She got me to stand on the coffee table and I began stroking myself. The girls gave me encouragement with smiles and giggles. Some did "help out" by fondling my ball sack or touching my hard-on. Did I enjoy it? Definitely, such vulnerability. Such abandonment. Such humiliation. I felt this amazing flush of pride, that I had entertained these women, enjoyed being submissive, and had found a new manner of sublime gratification.

"Linda tells me you enjoy jerking-off for her," the oldest woman asked. "What do you like best - that or the spanking?" And so, the questions began again - Was the pleasure physical or mental? Was there anything I would not allow? This one I could not answer, and so a few suggestions were made - having something in my ass, kicked in the balls, pinched in the nipples, peed on, and so on. I had to admit that none of these alternatives sounded particularly attractive.

Linda stepped in saying, "Now girls, I don't want any damaged goods here."

It was nearly time for them to go. The older one stated that it would be a shame not to allow myself relief after such a marathon. "Would you like to get it off?"

"Yes Ma'am. I would."

So, in a final act of extreme humiliation, I was told to get onto the table, on my back, butt off the surface, legs held by a woman on each foot above and over, while I jerked myself. The most private areas of my body were completely exposed. Several women touched my balls, or butt, and one even put some butter on my asshole and gently fingered me. It felt wildly different with a larger audience. The level of embarrassment was much higher than anything I had ever experienced. It took some time to cum, and their exhortations did not seem to help with the physical act, but certainly made my mind numb with exhilaration. When I came, it was profuse, mostly on my neck and chest, but some on my face, and for the first time, I involuntarily had a taste of my own fresh semen. There was some mild applause, while I just lay there, with the feeling of exhilaration slowly turning to shame, and disbelief. With the exception of the older lady, and possibly Linda, the rest were silent, somewhat shocked. The older lady exclaimed that surely that was enough for today, and perhaps it was time to end the party. Linda agreed. I did not know what to do. I could not stand, to say goodbye, being far too embarrassed about the butter on my asshole and semen covering most of my front. So, I just lay there, as the women politely said their thanks to Linda, maybe also to me, and made their farewells. Linda escorted them to the door, and I heard quite a lot of chatter, but could not make out the detail.

"That was extraordinary," was Linda's comment as she returned. "Let's clean you up." She was clearly thrilled as she chatted away and giggled as she scooped up some cum in her hand, told me to roll over a bit, and proceeded to use the cum as a lotion, rubbing it into my burning bottom. "The girls were a bit shocked but agreed that you gave them an experience that would not be forgotten."

Then she took off her clothes, and we ran around the house chasing each other, nude, like little children. She told me she'd like to extend my experience, and proceeded to stroke my cock, before taking it in her mouth (the first such intimacy) and sucking me until I almost came. She let my cock slip out of her mouth seconds before an orgasm could occur. My cock throbbed, jerking up and down until the sexual tension dissipated. She pulled a stand-up lamp out by the bed and laid down exposing her pussy to me. My cock started throbbing again and I thought I might cum, but I didn't. "I want to teach you how to pleasure a woman."

Pointing out each feature of her anatomy, she taught me important things about cunnilingus. The labia (major and minor), the clitoris, and the vaginal opening were shown to me. I was instructed how to touch them with finger and/or tongue. Then she held my hair with both hands and guided my tongue where it provided the most pleasure. "Lick here; flick my clitoris; now suck it; push your tongue in deeper; now lick faster." I followed each instruction, delighted when her body shook with pleasure, and proud that she asked me to keep going. I stopped only when she lifted my head and kissed me (again for the first time!), slipping her tongue into my mouth, and giving me a taste of what she had sucked from me. She then led me back to her bed and took my virginity. When we both had cum multiple times, but before we fell asleep, she turned to me and said, "I truly do love you. Let's get married."