Tantric Sorority Sisters

Tantric Sorority Sisters

     I jog through the campus without a worry in the world. In the spring of youth, the blossoming gardens surround me in peace and beauty. The trio of lovely young women walking by are no cause for concern. They are also flowers whose femininity is even more gorgeous than the azaleas but only floral art for my bashful eyes. But company enters my bubble as the three roses cat call taking turns with “Hot legs. I wanna get some of that.” Whistles ensue. “Come over here and give us some sugar. Well if the dessert isn’t on the menu we’ll make a special request to the chef.”
     I reply, “You wouldn’t like my banana split. It is made with green bananas.”
     “Silly, your banana isn’t edible. A hard banana is perfect for our purposes.”
     “So your interest in me isn’t exactly culinary. But I can’t imagine what else you could have in mind.”
     “Your green is our dream.”
     “But mine will ripen with time making it altogether unpleasing.”
     “By that time our menopause will have set in making it a moot point.”
     “Then let us gather our rosebuds while we may.”
     We arrive at their group apartment and I ask the blonde, “Would you have a cup of orange juice?” I try to buy time until my virginity is a lost cause. I hear the redhead say. “Isn’t he cute? He is mine.”
     The three women fight over me like I was a horse being auctioned off. The feeling is altogether uncanny while at the same time a turn on like a Chippendale dancer must feel on his first show with women stuffing money in his thong.
     The brunette tells me, “Wouldn’t you feel more comfortable out of those sweaty running clothes? Let nurse Lisa undress you.”
     I feel her hands unzip my slacks and divest me of my underclothes. Soon I am lying naked on the giant bed they share. My mind wanders down the delicious alley of what transpires between them on this mattress. My flesh quivers at the prospect of my own carnal learning about to commence. I
squirm as the women pin my arms and legs. I tussle with the athletic women.
     The redhead who I am told goes by Ariel parts her ruby lips. My heart feels fragile, like a tiny sparrow, while she dips to gently kiss me on the lips. The scent of her warm fragrant breath fills my lungs as she kisses me. I begin to rise from the mattress, but she pins me with a finger pinch upon my glans. My legs flutter like butterfly wings.
     With her right hand, she clasps the trunk of my penis. Between her left index finger and thumb, she nips its knob with her fingernails causing me to squirm. The prick of her nails brings me to a level of trust I have never experienced with a woman. My manhood, the very nexus of my sexuality, is in her hands. With one fingertip she subdues me by pressing into that gspot on the underside of my cock crest-like pushing the control key on a keyboard.
     Her fascination with my endowment for the sexual arts is insatiable. She runs her fingers feather soft through my pubic curls. Her fingers trace my testicles sending me into a deep trance. Her eyes glow with a deep affection for me. I feel overwhelmed by love for her. My buttocks are slick with sweat. They slide as I flex them against the sheets.
     Finally, exhausted, I succumb to my seductresses. I feel her fingers probe my penis. The attention to my sex, though invasive, turns me on. My breathing grows rapidly as I respond to the rub. The erotic heat of womanly love bestowed on my cock and balls is thrilling. I come in the throes of submission so deep I never want to be free again.
     The woman whispers in my ear, “We love you. Would you like to be our slave by consent? I know that sounds like an oxymoron. But I can tell by your response to me masturbating you.”
     I open the door and enter their empty lavatory. I wield my penis like a saber. I’m glad to be alone because of my embarrassing erection.
     Suddenly a warm feminine hand grasps my cock from behind. Her clasp immobilizes me. Her other hand snares my balls in a cat’s cradle. I am motionless in the sexual heat of her touch. She stands behind me, reaches around, and grasps my nuts in her fist. My bollocks feel firm and springy like deshelled quail eggs beneath her grip. “Ok, big boy, just do as you’re told or I’ll squeeze those balls.” As if I would even consider disobedience.
     She throws me down onto a bed. When my eyes adjust to the light I see my catcaller named Lisa, the brunette, naked and crawling at my feet. She turns her derriere facing me. Her Pudenda are adorned with full red lips laced in a black forest of pubic hair.
    The blonde woman, Sabrina, sits next to me on the bed. Her legs are parted revealing bright pink labia, plump and inviting, laced in the golden fleece of her pubic hair. She looks at me. She reaches down and parts her nether lips. She says, “These aren’t the gates to hell. They are the gates to heaven.”
     The brunette on all fours lies down beside me and consoles me. “Here, I’m going to mount you. Does that feel good? Now I’ll flex my pussy until you beg for release. God, I’m a cat in heat. Here we go, mister. In and out you go. I’ll pull off for a minute or two. My tease must hurt. I want you to need it so bad you go out of your mind. Here you go, baby. This is the real thing. Take you in deep, now.”
     “Oh please don’t stop. Fuck me hard! I’m about to explode.” I feel her muscles ripple with feline power as she rides me. She moans like a cat in heat. Each pump of her hips sends tidal waves of wet heat around my hard flesh. I relinquish my seed into her hungry pussy. My orgasm tears through me in a tornado of white-hot pleasure.
      I awaken to my three temptresses surrounding me on the bed. One straddles my face and I taste the sweet nectar of her heavenly fount. The other two lick my cock in unison till my balls implode and my male fire erupts in a volcano of heat. They lap my honey to consume the magic of my manhood. I float in a sea of the pure female essence.
     The blonde woman sits up combing her hair. “We are members of a sorority house who call each other soul sisters. We seek to broaden our education by recruiting hapless males such as you in what we call our tantric dance. You may have wondered why we share a bed when there are three bedrooms here. Well, we enjoy each other’s company through more than watching TV.”
     “What would your parents think if they knew
what use their daughters made of this condo?”
     “To them, we are just friends sharing the rent.”
     “So I am just a good screw?”
     “Lisa, fuck him, now. He needs it. Mount him.”
     The two girls grope and fondle my cock and balls. My erection stands firm. I am subdued by the kaleidoscope of sensations. The blonde girl, says, “Take this little pill from Nurse Sabrina.” She presses the capsule into my lips as I struggle to keep my mouth closed and turned away. Sabrina says, “Come on now honey this is just to keep your stamina up. After all, you have three girls on your hands. It isn’t Rohypnol. We’re not those kinds of girls. Besides, it would hardly be necessary given your rock of Gibraltar.” She pops a Viagra pill into my mouth and I swallow like a good boy. Sabrina says, “Sit on his face and suck him off Lisa. He needs to be kept in a constant state of arousal to keep him submissive.” I feel Lisa’s orchid pressed on my lips. Her sweet juice slickens my mouth and cheeks. Her lips ring my cock crest in a circle of fire.
      Lisa slips her hands under my buttocks. She squeezes my buns with tenderness. When I am close to sowing my seeds she rams her finger into my anus. Like a dandelion blown in the wind my stars stream to be feasted on by her.
     She dismounts me. Sabrina says, “You’ll be hard for several hours from the Viagra and being charmed by dominant females. But we will relieve your pecker stress. Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you tonight. Let us devote our pussies to pleasing John, what do you say girls?”  
     The trio belts out a chorus of, “Aye! Aye!” They let me nap so that my dick can get rejuiced.