Chapter 02: Second Dinner
I cooked a dinner of roast lamb with roast potatoes, roast onions, artichokes and a small tomato salad with feta cheese. The wine was a fairly cheap, but good zin. Emma, Margaret, and my girl friend Lois all very much enjoyed the food. The conversation harked back to last week. I had hoped it was all forgotten. Somehow I had let myself be talked into stripping and modeling a rubber for the girls. I was quite humiliated, they had all the power and I was just a performer.
The conversation was much more explicitly sexual, "Peter, you have such nice thighs. Are they sensitive?"
Nervously, I nodded yes.
"How about your butt?"
Yes again.
"Lois, do you like you nipple sucked?"
"Love it!" she said with unexpected forthrightness that made Peter suspicious.
Mostly Margaret and Emma tried to tease me, while Lois tried to keep her cool.
Towards the end of the meal, Margaret asked Emma "Do you ever shave you pubic hair?"
"I don't usually need to in order to wear a bikini." Emma answered and looked at Lois. Lois was a little embarrassed because the girls probably knew her hair grew well above the normal bikini line. Lois, forthright again, said, "Yes, I hate it. I have to shave every summer, it is itchy."
Margaret seized on this, "Yes, this is another stupid convention forced on women by men. We are supposed to shave under our armpits and any part of our body that might show and detract from our appearance for men."
Emma nodded agreement, "Peter, do you ever shave your pubes?"
I was beginning to suspect a put up job. "No, men never shave down there. Why should we?"
Margaret said, "Well, lets do an experiment so see how itchy it is for men. This will teach you what we suffer."
I was hoping that Lois might put a stop to it, but she said: "Oh, yes Peter. I hate shaving, it will be fun for you to be shaved." I knew this was a put-up job. They had planned this.
"Ok, Peter, time to strip."
I was caught between the humiliation and shame of performing naked antics before clothed women at their slightest whim and the admitted thrill of appearing sexually in front of 3 very attractive girls. I had no idea what they had in mind. Now I was going to be shaved, what else could they come up with? Would my girlfriend Lois protect me?
I tried for a way out, "OK, but to be scientific we should do a comparison with a women. I will let you all shave me, provided that we can also shave Emma".
I was felt sure that Emma would balk, and that Margaret would veto the idea based on sexual politics. There was a lull as the women exchanged glances and turned to look at Emma for her reaction.
"What would I tell Michael?" Emma finally asked. She was clearly intrigued by the idea.
"Tell him, you did it to make yourself more sexy for him", said Lois with a grin.
"OK, but this is a pretty big deal for me. We need some more concessions from Peter."
"What?" asked Lois?
"Peter, in return for letting you see and touch my body, you will agree that, you get naked first, get completely shaved wherever we feel like it, and you remain naked for the rest of the night."
"More", said Margaret, "You have to strip before dinner next Tuesday night and stay naked. I really want to be served by a naked man."
In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought that I had at least achieved some female participation.
Margaret went a got some towels, hot water and various shaving implements. She even got an electric shaver. Emma laid out some of the towels in the middle of the living room floor.
I looked at the women, and felt some excitement. I removed my shirt and my shoes and socks. I was the center of attention, standing in just my slacks. I looked at them again, enjoying the gaze and yet knowing that they were really enjoying the power of having me strip and perform for them. I knew that they were enjoying my humiliation.
She had a coy smile. "Before we start, Peter. You enjoy showing your body to us, don't you?" "It gives you a thrill?" There was a hint of an accusation. I hesitated to answer. Emma looked at Lois. "He loves it, doesn't he?" She nodded.
I was undercut by my own girlfriend.
I stood embarrassed and ashamed in front of the three clothed women. To cover this, I quickly removed my shirt.
Margaret said: " Lois, can I undo his pants?"
After the nod, Margaret, the man hater, undid my belt and pulled down my brown slacks. Leaving my exposed white briefs with a bulge and small damp spot.
As a move to assert some slight ownership, Lois moved the tableau forward, rather than let me stand there frozen before the dramatic moment, she peeled my briefs down at the front and back, then slowly pulled them down my legs.
For the second time, the full attention of three attractive women was focused directly on my naked crotch.
"He is not very hairy, is he?" said Emma.
I lay down on the towels to await my fate.
The girls kneeled beside me, Margaret and Emma on either side with Lois a little in the background. Emma gently held my cock as Margaret thoroughly soaked my crotch and stomach with hot water. Emma got the shaving cream and sprayed it all over. It was a ridiculous white fluffy blob of cloud with the tip of a spire poking out at an angle. Emma sprayed once more, to cover all my manhood in fluff.
With a devilish glint in her eye, she said: "Margaret, Lois will never forgive us if we cut the wrong thing. You hold him well out of the way while I shave."
Despite the water and the scary shaver, my cock was standing moderately high. Margaret was not used to male organs and was nervous. She reached out and held it hard with two fingers.
Emma shaved down to my penis and around the base. Her other hand was a counter balance between my legs. Margaret grabbed more firmly, it was slippery from the shaving cream. I got harder each minute with her squeeze.