Three girls
By Martin Cooper 



  I was enjoying a lovely evening; glad that I had called at Janet's 
flat and taken her and her flatmates out for a drink at our local pub. 
As we sat talking together I surveyed my three companions with 
interest:-

  Jennifer was about 5ft 6in tall and very skinny with very long natural 
blonde hair and the prettiest face one could imagine, and she had the 
sunniest smile that I had ever seen: When she smiled at me I felt as if 
the sun shone for me alone. She had a coy, coquettish pouting little-
girl smile that seemed innocent, nervous, shy and yet strangely sexy all 
at once - it drove me wild! But it was her girlishly bubbly personality 
that made her different and made me fall in love with her. In fact she 
looked more like fourteen than her eighteen years, an effect  heightened 
by her two thick long blonde pigtails which she wore down on her chest . 
She wore a loose red satin top - under which I could see that she wore 
no bra, and which left her belly-button bare; and a very short black 
loose, shiny satin mini-skirt. I couldn't help imagining placing my 
hands on her breasts and then running them down to her curving waist; 
over her narrow hips; down to her thighs and then up under her skirt.... 
I looked at her sweet, elfin little face and wanted, Oh so much!, to 
kiss the shy, demure little smile that she gave me. 

  I looked at Janet, my 20 year-old ex-girlfriend: She was both little 
and petite;- only 5ft  2 inches tall, and ultra-slim with long honey-
blonde straight hair. She wore a tight white silk blouse and a black 
cirr‚e micro-skirt under which she was giving me an eyeful of shiny 
white cirr‚e panty: She was just my type and she knew it. She also knew 
exactly how to dress to seduce me. I could see the shape of her quite 
small but firm breasts under the silk fabric; the panties were shiny and 
tight over the alluring flesh between her legs. Janet watched me lick my 
lips nervously as my eyes oggled at the her of creamy thighs surmounted 
by the little vee of shiny white panty - I hated myself for it but I 
couldn't tear my eyes away! I thought about the times when she had 
tormented me before: I had told her about my golden rule of not having 
relationships at work, but when no-one-else was looking, she would sit 
on the desk in front of me and pretend not to notice my excitement as I 
looked up her skirt at her exquisite thighs and enticing panty. 
Eventually I broke asked her out. I had been very keen on Janet until 
she fell in love with me and turned me-off. I had allowed her to come to 
my flat only on Tuesday evenings when she was expected to satisfy my 
needs and leave before I got-up next morning. After a while even this 
arrangement bored me and only her pleading letters had persuaded me to 
go round to her flat for occasional sex. Mind you, she knew how to lead 
me-on and she looked great tonight - but not as enticing as Jennifer! 
Janet looked scathingly at Jennifer as I flirted with her bubbly rival 
and it crossed my mind that the two were in competition to wear the 
shortest skirt (Janet had won tonight) - and maybe even for me! 

  Helen was not my type at all. I felt ill at-ease with feminist women 
and Helen was very much a women's libber. I usually got into heated 
arguments with her over sexism or my "patronising attitude" or some 
other hang-up she had. Several times the arguments had turned nasty and 
she had stormed out of the room. A pity really because, although she was 
older (24), quite solid and looked fit and strong, she had a pretty face 
and nice long straight black shiny hair. She wore a black dress with a 
loose skirt and would look quite attractive if she wasn't so po-faced. 
Still, she was talking to Janet about self-defence classes for girls and 
that always made me feel strangely threatened and uncomfortable. I hoped 
that she wouldn't contaminate Jennifer with her anti-male attitude. 

  I examined Helen's thighs: very slightly muscular but certainly not 
fat at all - although I detest even the suggestion of fat, the way the 
dress was pulled tight and smooth and shiny around the rounded muscle 
was quite unusually sexy. Then I looked at Janet's thighs: I could see 
that from her knee to her crotch was one tantalising straight line of 
porcelain white skin with only a slight roundness towards the top of the 
thigh and then that exquisite little fleshy mound on the inside of the 
thigh just under the vee of her crotch, mmmm ...perfect! But I was 
particularly provoked by Jennifer's thighs which were pencil-straight 
right as far as I could see, and I had to imagine the fleshy mounds at 
the top: I took the bait, I wanted them; in fact I wanted to shag her, 
and I got a hard-on just thinking about it! 

  Back at the flat we sat talking over coffee and I couldn't believe my 
luck when the subject turned to hi-fi systems and Jennifer asked me to 
look at her broken record-player, which was in her room. Janet looked 
venomous when both Jennifer and I shot a look of triumph to Janet as her 
lover followed her rival out of the room. 

  As we entered Jennifer's room I said: 

	"I thought we would never be alone, Jennifer; I need a cuddle" 

Jennifer smiled - Oh so sweetly! - I took her in my arms, pressing her 
against me, feeling the soft swell of her warm satin-covered breasts 
against my chest and caressing her pigtails, which aroused me immensely. 
I kissed her forehead; she tilted-up her face so that her mouth with the 
enticingly innocent smile was on offer to me. I took it. I kissed her 
closed lips gently before I used my most devastating technique:- I 
sucked her bottom lip and then her upper lip alternately between my own 
lips until I saw that she was enjoying it. Then I stopped, teasing her, 
until she did the same to me. My tongue went deep inside of her mouth 
and we both responded hungrily, tasting each-other and writhing our 
bodies together with her knee rammed-up into my crotch and me holding 
the globes of her small buttocks in my hands, feeling the firmness 
underneath by rubbing shiny skirt over shiny panties - my favourite 
tactile delight! I slipped my hands up under her top and possessed her 
breasts, feeling the weight of them and then playing with the nipples. 
As she slipped the top off over her head I removed my T-shirt and then 
cuddled her tightly, enjoying the feeling of her breasts against my 
chest. For a few minutes I was completely satisfied but the longing 
between my legs was taking control of me and I could feel the hardness 
of my penis pressing against her belly. Embarrassed I said: 

	"I hope that you know what you are doing to me!" 

She said: 

	"I can feel it" 

as she giggled prettily, and pressed herself against it. I looked down. 
It was my undoing as I leered, ensnared by the tight, shiny black satin 
over her curving hips and belly and then the soft white of her thigh - 
so female, so suggestive, the little temptress! I groped her buttocks 
and pulled her onto me even tighter. Then I put my hands on her thighs 
and moved then up until I felt her body covered only in the thin fabric 
of her knickers; I pulled her skirt between her legs so that I could 
look at the shape of her crotch outlined in the shiny fabric of her 
skirt. I saw that indeed, her girlish pencil- straight thighs went right 
up to her crotch with only delicate little white bulges on the insides, 
just under the crotch, I touched the little swellings gently with my 
fingertips and Jennifer squirmed with pleasure. Jennifer looked too, and 
liked what she saw, for she held her skirt tightly between her legs when 
I let-go. I moved-back and deftly stepped-out of my trousers and pants, 
not taking my eyes off the tantalisingly shiny panty-crotch before me. 
Then I lifted her skirt gently with both hands and Jennifer let-go of 
her skirt to let me, watching my face as I gasped with awe when I saw 
the delightful shiny triangle of red silk stretched-over her prominent 
Mound of Venus and realised that the temptingly thin silk was all that 
was between her and me. 

  "How did you know?" I said. 

  "Janet told me!" she laughed. 

I imagined pulling-down her panties so that I could see what she had 
provoked me with all night. I thought I would explode with lust as I 
thrust my cock towards the mesmerising panty-triangle while my bollocks 
swung like lead weights between my legs. We both moaned with pleasure as 
the tip of my prick touched her panties and then, as we embraced, lay 
along her silk-clad belly, and again when my bollocks rested on the 
silky mound. I sobbed with anticipation and she cried-out as I groped 
her lovely bottom, then slid my hands to her waist and started to ease 
the elastic over her hips. 

	"I'm going to have to call a halt to this!" 

	"I can't, I ache to come inside you" 

	"No". 

	"Yes". 

I placed my legs further apart to thrust my penis hard against the 
luscious fabric, tight over the siren's Mound and to allow my swinging 
bollocks to dangle in contact with the slick panty-bulge between her 
legs. At that moment I was the conquering male and wanted to shaft her 
as hard as possible, even to rape her if necessary - I had to satisfy 
the urge. 

-  I saw Jennifer's knee move. 

-  I idly considered cuddling her sweet knee and licking the lovely 
round, 	femininity of it. 

-  The shock hit me first: I felt an unreal dreaminess for a split 
second and then the most excruciating pain I had ever experienced burst 
like a bombshell in my guts. 

-  I heard someone scream faraway and felt myself slide towards the 
floor. 

-  I stared stupidly at Jennifer's enticing red panty-crotch as it 
dawned on me that the scream was mine, that I was on my knees, and that 
I was immobilised. 

-  Jennifer had kneed me in the balls, the little siren had led me-on 
right into her trap! 

I tried to stand-up to punish her for this outrage, but my limbs 
wouldn't work. The pain exploded outwards from my guts - into every 
extremity of my body and the most abominable ache throbbed in my 
testicles. I gave another thin scream and doubled-up, clinging to my 
stricken parts in some instinctive attempt to alleviate the horror of 
the awful pain. It was no good: The torture of the rack cannot compare 
with the agony of my crippled body. I looked up to see Jennifer's 
frightened, puzzled, tearful little face looking down at me - her pretty 
face wavered, tears filled my eyes and blackness overcame me. 

  As I came-to my whole body and soul was occupied with the most 
terrible, sickening pain: I moaned very loudly and thrashed-about before 
opening my eyes to see that I was on my back on a bed with my legs 
spread apart. To my horror I realised that Helen was leaning over me and 
massaging my testicles! I heard her say: 

"This is how you revive a man: Most girls don't realise just how very 
delicate a man's balls are - they are so vulnerable that one small tap 
makes a man helpless; it paralyses him." 

  I writhed, moaned and cried-out many times in the next ten minutes 
while Helen helped me. I noticed, with a shock, that Jennifer and Janet 
were watching (Oh, my God, they were giggling!) and I turned to 
Jennifer, bollocks in Helen's hand: 

	"I'm sorry" 

Jennifer looked at me and smiled weakly. I whimpered, squirmed and 
moaned as Jennifer came closer to look-down on what she had done. I 
looked her in the eye with utter humiliation as she said: 

	"Sorry". 

and I felt as if my whole body was covered in a bright red blush of 
shame even as the waves of nausea and the crippling agony of ball-pain 
washed over me. I heard Janet say: 

	"He got what he deserved!". 

and I looked-round to see her raise her skirt and wave her panty-crotch 
at me -

	"Come and get this one if you can" 

she sneered. 

  I felt utterly helpless and degraded as Helen expertly kneaded my 
stricken manhood, and my face felt hot with shame. Eventually, I became 
aware of Helen's bare thigh, as she had on knee on the bed. The feeling 
of my tenderised balls nestling in her gentle but firm hand was 
wonderful and I couldn't help letting out an 

	"Ahh". 

I felt a twinge of fear as a little blood pumped into my member, and 
then panic and a tingle of excitement when I thought that Helen might 
see it. She did:-

	"Look here - he's getting a hard-on for me now!" 

she said as she swung her other leg over to sit astride me and at the 
same time held my bollocks just a little tighter in her hand. I was 
stunned and bewildered to hear her say: 

	"He wants me but I've got him by the goolies and he's helpless". 

Helen gripped my bollocks quite gently until I squealed and then said: 

	"Put your tongue out!" 

I did so quickly. 

	"Make it dry!" 

she commanded and I put my tongue in and made it as dry as I could 
before extending it again - all the time frightened that she would 
tighten her grip again. 

	"Keep it dry - if you slobber you'll get this!" 

I cried-out loudly as she squeezed gently again. 

  Helen lifted-up her skirt with her other hand and thrust her thighs 
forward until I oggled at the magnificently huge Mound of Venus covered 
tightly in shiny black wet-look panty only six inches from my face. I 
leaned forwards and grasped the hard globes of her bum:-

I licked Helen's panties. I licked her thighs. I licked her belly. I 
took the elastic of her panties between my teeth and tried to pull 
Helen's panties down. I was as hard as a rock now, and the feeling of my 
bollocks in her hand was driving me crazy with lust. She crushed me 
viciously until I cried-out in pain. I licked panty again until I 
smelled her musk. I moaned with anticipation as she pulled-down her 
panties. I gazed at her sleek white shaven smoothness and prominent 
lips. I licked her smooth mound and then sucked her lips alternately 
again and again. I pushed as deep as I could, in and out, in and out. I 
licked her trigger, probing it with my tongue. I heard her cry for joy 
as she convulsed, grinding my face into the pillow; her juice trickled 
over my face. 

Helen moved back and pulled-up her panties with one hand, watching me 
gaze at the shiny wet -look bulge; both of us were panting, she still 
held my bollocks cradled in her other hand. 

	"Helen, please let me come inside you!" 

I moaned. She just watched me and jiggled my balls to make me more 
horny, then she let-go and stepped off the bed, straightening her skirt. 

  I went to jerk myself-off, but Helen laughed and said:-

	"Not yet:- you've got to please someone-else now!" 

I started to get-up but Helen deftly pinned me to the bed and I was 
ashamed to realise that she was stronger than I; - I was completely in 
her power. Before I knew what had happened she had leather cuffs on my 
wrists and ankles and soon I was tied to the bed - laid-out as if for 
the crucifixion. 

  Then Helen produced the whip, I was aghast! Helen teased me with the 
tip of the whip, tickling my balls and stinging my thighs; then she 
delivered a flurry of little stinging blows, lashing me across the chest 
and belly until I squealed with a mixture of pain and aroused delight. 
As she lashed me I arched my back and pushed my hips forwards to bring 
my tingling erection into the blows and was rewarded with flicks on my 
dick and on my heavy spheres - What beautiful pain / pleasure! For a 
while I felt the languorous tranquillity of satisfaction as the cocktail 
of stinging pain and blissful longing held me in its thrall. 

	"Your turn now, Jennifer" 

I watched with horror as sweet Jennifer took the lash and came to me 
timidly. She lashed me lightly across the chest, then, catching my eye 
she seemed to gain confidence and with her shy little pouting grin she 
laid-into me with a gusto that transported me to a new world of 
exquisite torment as pain / lust / humiliation sloshed through my guts 
all at once. I just gazed at her pretty face and pouting mouth, wanting 
to savour the heady humiliation forever. 
 
	"That's what you get for trying to rape me". 

she said with that same shy little grin, and turned-around to hand the 
whip to Janet.  Helen and Janet turned me-over and Janet whipped my 
backside savagely until I shrieked, I wailed, I pleaded, I begged, I 
wheedled and I blubbered, but Janet was enjoying herself too much to 
stop until her anger was spent and I had broken long-ago. She laughed 
cruelly to see me prostrate and sobbing before her in abject submission: 
Her tormentor broken and at her mercy. They turned me-over. 

  I looked through my tears in astonishment to see little Jennifer kneel 
astride me and bashfully lift her skirt. 

	"This is what you wanted!" 

I couldn't help licking my lips as I stared at the bewitching triangle 
of tight shiny red silk breathtakingly revealed to me once again. 

I leaned forward, groped her silk-covered globes, and licked her belly. 

I licked the delicious delicate little white swellings on her inner 
thighs and she gripped my head firmly in a soft, warm vice. 

I licked the tantalising shiny red silk pulled tightly over her pubic 
mound. 

I moved my tongue further down to the soft bulge of flesh between her 
legs. 

I lost control of myself and, leaning back, thrust my hips upwards under 
her until my penis contacted the silky cheeks of her knicker-clad 
bottom: I wanted to spurt for her there and then but she cuffed my prick 
and I settled back down. 

As she pulled her panties aside I lapped at the dainty creamy whiteness 
of her   shaven pearl and then thrust my tongue into her sublime flower, 
sucking her lips alternately again and again in paradise until 
eventually she squeaked and jerked her orgasm, which seemed to go-on for 
hours. 

I drank her juice but I couldn't release my own pressure: I was 
desperate to come for sweet Jennifer. 

	"Please, Oh! Please, Sweet Jennifer, let me come for you, I love you, 
please!" 

I begged, I whined and I grovelled; but she stepped off the bed and 
straightened her skirt and my heart sank. 

	"Save that for Janet!" 

she giggled girlishly. 

  Janet stood there, legs wide apart in a challenging, aggressive 
posture with her svelte, white triangle on show like a snare. 

	"Let him go, Helen, I can take him in a fight! 

  I trembled in fright as Helen undid the cuffs, grinning broadly and 
said:-

	"Remember what I taught you Janet" 

  I stood-up and tried to run away from the petite girl, but Janet came 
for me feinting left and right with her knees so that I had to squirm 
out of the way, sobbing with fright. I backed against the wall with my 
hands over my genitals. 

	"Its no good" 

said Helen: 

	"You both know that she only has to get you by the balls and you're 
finished. No man can stand against a woman in unarmed combat because 
you're handicapped by having to protect you precious jewels, while she 
can move freely to take advantage of you." 

Just to show the point Janet lunged for my crotch with one hand while 
she slapped me hard across the face with the other. I was literally 
shaking with fright now and could feel "butterflies" churning in my 
stomach. 

	"Please don't hurt me, Janet!" 

	"Why not, I'm going to enjoy thrashing you!" 

said Janet as she put me in an arm-lock and surprisingly for such a 
small girl, propelled me across the room to fall grovelling at 
Jennifer's feet. 

	"Help me Jennifer". 

I whined. 

	"Why should I? You tried to rape me! Now Janet is going to beat you fair 
and square; although she's half your size she's a better fighter than 
you!" 

  Angry now, at being intimidated by such a frail little girl, I stood-
up and went- for Janet, but she was too quick for me, she moved 
gracefully aside as she tapped me gently but expertly between the legs 
with her knee: it wasn't an unrestrained ball-crusher like Jennifer's 
innocent blow, just enough to put me down. 

	"Oh! Janet, I'm beaten!" 

I wailed I as I hugged my aching testicles and waited for the coup-de-
grace. 

	"Get up and fight, I'm only a weak little girl!" 

	"I'm afraid of you, Janet, I'm beaten, have pity and finish me-off!" 

  Janet kicked me over onto my front and mounted me from the rear. I was 
taken by surprise as she reached backwards between my legs and grasped 
my bollocks: Using my nuts as she would a horse's bit she rode me. Janet 
rode me out of the bedroom and around the flat shouting:-

	"Gee-up faster, faster!" 

and laughing loudly. I could feel the silky bulge of her crotch on my 
back and the searing pain of my goolies gave-way to utter lust until the 
next pressure came and I lurched forwards. 

  Next Jennifer climbed onto me and rode me too. I was especially 
aroused by her large silky mound sliding on my back and by looking at 
the delicate little bulges on her thighs whenever I got the chance. I 
tried to grope these tantalising charms but she grasped me harder and 
hurt me quite badly. 

  Finally Helen rode me pitilessly, roaring with laughter until I 
collapsed in a sobbing heap under her skirts, desperately trying to get 
a look up. 

  The three girls burst into fits of giggles as they watched the 
prostrate male, clutching my pathetic phallus, conquered by pussy: 
Female inevitably overcomes male and I was beaten, ego shattered. 

  Janet stood over me as I lay crushed, exhausted and utterly defeated 
on the floor cradling my vanquished manhood. 

	"Janet, please let me come!" 

I wailed. 

  I heard Janet say:-

	"Helen, Why is I still craving for sex with us when we have beaten and 
			humiliated him?" 

  Helen explained:-

"It is a matter of deep-rooted male ego- men know deep down that they 
are inferior to women but cling to their pride and act-out the role of 
male ascendancy even when submissive women leave them feeling 
unsatisfied and they don't know why. Even when a woman beats a man he 
will desperately cling to his pride by claiming that she's un-feminine 
or even that she's not female at-all. The only solution to this is to 
force a man to acknowledge your femaleness as publicly as possible - he 
can hardly deny it with his hard-on for all to see can he! - and then 
you beat and humiliate him until he acknowledges your superiority. It is 
important to be feminine at all times and to dress in seductive clothes. 
Its no good being more aggressive and masculine than he is: The more 
feminine, gentle, weak, girlish, vulnerable-looking and prettily dressed 
you are the deeper the thrill of his humiliation - your compact, petite 
little feminine body and pretty clothes, Janet, and Jennifer's 
vulnerable girlish shyness, have driven him about as far as he can go in 
abject, astonished humiliation. Make a man grovel with his cock showing 
his sexual need for you; make him beg for sex as you crush him, and then 
his ego has to admit defeat and enjoy a higher level of sex as a 
submissive - his urges will be magnified many times by the thrill of 
humiliation and the final relief far more intense than he can get 
otherwise. He has been beaten now by all three of us and he can't deny 
either our femaleness or his uncontrollable urge for sex with us. Now he 
can relax and accept female domination free of all his male-macho hang-
ups. His urges are now more natural and much, much more powerful, and 
his release will be infinitely more satisfying." 

  Janet said:-

	"Do you want me?" 

	"Yes, I need you, Janet, I want to spurt my spunk deep inside you, or on 
your skirt and panties". 

I said, showing her my engorged cock, throbbing with the need for 
ejaculation, craving her pussy and panties. 

	"What was the result of the battle between us?" 

"You won: Your compact, girlish, pretty little body defeated my bigger 
male body, Janet" 

My whole body convulsed in throbbing waves of longing mixed with shame 
as I gazed up at Janet's shiny little white silky triangle - the symbol 
of my male lust and male shame. 

	"Then I claim my battle-honours!" 

said Janet, picking-up a small knife from the bedside table. I realised 
with horror- and a frisson of excitement too -that she was going to 
emasculate me! 

"Oh! No! please, No! I'll do anything for you, I'll be your slave and 
come- around your flat - every Tuesday night if you want - Things are 
different now, I need you terribly and all I want is to give you my 
spunk! 

I shrieked, holding out my cock and balls in submission. 

  Janet threw some clothes to me, and I looked with astonishment at the 
mini-dress and panties which I had bought for her to wear for me; until 
it dawned on me what I had to do. An amazing thrill went through me as I 
pulled-on the lovely pink silk panties and we hugged my balls and then 
my prick in a tight, slick embrace. I slipped on the powder blue mini-
dress and admired the feeling as the fabric clung to my bottom. 

	"Now make the tea" 

said Janet.  I went into the kitchen and as I made the pot of tea for 
three I felt the luscious sheer fabrics caressing my body and I blushed 
as the girls noticed my sensuous movements, pointing and giggling. I 
brought the tea and poured it for the three girls, then threw myself on 
the floor in front of Janet - little skirt riding up to over my bottom 
to show my tight little bum clad in tight pink panty:-

	"Oh God!, Janet, put me out of my misery, castrate me, please!" 

I cried passionately and crawled up to her, tongue flicking at her 
little white triangle of cirr‚e panty until she pushed her panties down 
and gripped my head while I lapped her honey-blonde triangle and then 
guzzled pussy. Janet ground the back of my head into the carpet until 
she grunted and shuddered in satisfaction as she had never done when I 
had slept with her. After a good ten minutes grunting and snarling like 
an animal she stood up, pulled-up her panties tightly between her legs 
and shouted:-

	"Come!" 

  I stood close in front of Janet terrified, ashamed and humbled but 
unable to control my overwhelming lust. I pulled the mini-dress up over 
my chest and pushed down the pink knickers to expose my hard penis, 
which extended towards her - questing for the slick, shiny, silky 
softness of her panties and only an inch from my goal. I sank to my 
knees and leaned-over backwards until I was looking, only inches away, 
at the enchantment of Janet's wonderfully tight, shiny, wet-look cirr‚e 
covering her Mound of Venus and at the shiny, fleshy bulge below it. 

  I could stand the pressure no longer;- Janet had only to lean down and 
touch my excited prick with her fingers, her breasts hanging-down near 
to my face, and my breath came in rasps at the back of my throat, I 
arched my back and the tendons of my neck stood-out like cords. My first 
spurt of relief actually hit Janet's panties and my second splashed her 
breasts, then I reached orgasm and the rich, white, sticky, hot fluid 
coursed over my belly as I grunted and came, grunted and came:-

Once for Janet's inciting, slick little white cirr‚e triangle as she 
sneered down at me. Once for Jennifer's peerless heavenly red silky 
mound as she pouted to ensnare me . Once for Helen's magnificent black 
bulge as she grinned at me. 

  I lay there more completely sexually replete then I had ever been 
before: sleepy with contentment and covered with the sticky evidence of 
my lust, submission and my shame. I was particularly gratified to watch 
a large globule of my male shame run down Janet's panties and then down 
her leg. I gazed happily at: 

Janet's alluring white triangle - she had beaten me in combat. Helen's 
sexy mound - she had used me because she was the stronger. Jennifer's 
sleek bulge - she had avenged her near rape. 

I said:-

"I submit, I am ashamed that I have been vanquished by each of the three 
girls I wanted to fuck". 

I kneeled with my legs apart, prick erect, and bollocks hanging: 

As I gazed at Janet's tempting panties she kicked me between the legs As 
I looked at Helen's superb mound she squeezed my bollocks. As I looked 
at Jennifer's lovely, sweet little face, and then stared at the charms 
between her legs she kneed me in the goolies one last time and then I 
looked at her face lovingly as she kissed me. 

  As I lay-back I heard Jennifer whisper in my ear:-

	"I'll castrate you tomorrow if you really want?" 

and in my passion I said 

	"Oh yes!" 
 

and then the three giggling girls left me, locking me in the room. 

  The next morning they came back and brought some other girls with a TV 
camera. Jennifer looked down at me with her mocking, pouty little smile 
looking sweet and embarrassed and demure, as I lay in utter humiliation, 
clutching my ruined manhood. I started to masturbate as I looked her in 
the eye overcome by her loving her little-girl sweetness and gentle, 
bashful little grin as she promised me my heart's desire. I shook as 
Jennifer lay-down beside me (69) and lifted her skirt so that I could 
bury my face in the enchantment of her panties. I licked her sensational 
tight red shiny bulge lovingly and then looked down to see her sweet 
girlish little mouth take my bollocks inside; at first I could feel the 
weight of my testicles pulling the scrotum onto her teeth; then I felt 
her hold the very essence of my manhood between her tongue and the roof 
of her mouth; her teeth closed on my scrotum just under my penis: The 
thrill was so intense that it was exquisitely painful in itself. I 
caught Jennifer's eye as I gazed lovingly at her timid, sweet little 
face and the pouting little lips that were about to deliver the final 
emasculating defeat of male by female. She pulled down her panties so 
that I could lap her bewitchingly smooth creamy mound and penetrate her 
engorged flower; I slid my tongue into paradise and found her clitoris. 
She held my cock in both hands so that it was pointing at her breasts 
but she could see the tip, gently rubbing the skin along the shaft. I 
positioned myself so that I could please her but still see her heavenly 
little face. Jennifer was reaching orgasm and I knew that in her passion 
she would bite. I couldn't take my eyes off her gorgeously sweet little 
pouting mouth as she started grunting rhythmically; I pushed my tongue 
harder on the trigger; she convulsed and made high-pitched little 
squeaks; I felt her mouth tighten painfully on my testicles and her 
teeth begin to bite. Then I saw a Helen hand her a 4" long knife and she 
held the back of the blade against my scrotum between her teeth and my 
penis so that the feeling of the cold steel nearly finished me. I looked 
at her sweet face as she reversed the blade and I could hold back the 
dam no longer: 

"Jennifer, humiliate me!" 

I cried as I shot my load convulsively, my utterly humiliating male 
shame splattering her breasts. 

 We reversed positions so we could kiss while I groped her girlish 
plaits and savoured the exquisite humiliation. Jennifer blushed scarlet 
and giggled with embarrassment as she saw us on the TV camera and Helen 
looked triumphant, Janet sneered. 



Martin Cooper 1995 
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