The class work at the junior college was much less than stimulating, so there I was again, at the student union, playing bridge. But this time I was playing with three really beautiful women. How lucky was that? Ann, on my left, was a woman I knew as a bridge player and classmate. I'd met my partner for the first time and Ann's partner was a beautiful, tall, black woman whom I had seen in school but not met.
As my partner and I won the hand I said, "Come on Ann, concentrate, you should have won that hand."
"I can't," Ann said, "my bra's too tight, will you unhook it for me."
If the other two women were surprised or thought the request unusual, they gave no indication.
I got out of my chair, got behind Ann's, reached under her her sweater and expertly unhooked her bra. Then I reached further, put a hand around each breast and pinched each nipple. Ann squealed, "Ouch, that really hurt."
"That's for not concentrating," I said.
"I'll get even with you," Ann said as I took my seat.
"I'll help you get even because I'm your partner and I saw what he did," Ann's partner said.
"I'll help you get even, too, because girls should stick together," my partner laughed
"Can we just shut up and deal?" I asked.
After a couple of desultory hands my partner suggested we adjourn to her apartment where we could drink alcoholic beverages while playing.
The two other women thought that was a great idea, so I agreed.
As soon as I arrived at my partner's apartment Ann said, "Take off your shirt."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because we're all going to pinch your nipples," she replied, "just with our fingers, but I thought of using pliers."
"You're kidding," I said.
"I'm serious as a heart attack," she replied and there are three of us and we'll make you do it.
I thought pinching my nipples might be a turn on for one or more of them and I began imagining what could happen next. I took off my shirt and waited.
Ann came behind me, reached around, got a nipple in each hand and squeezed and twisted real hard. I let out a loud yelp. The girls laughed. My bridge partner attacked from the front, pulling my nipples before twisting them. I bit my lip to keep from making noise.
Ann's partner took a nipple with the fingers of her right hand but used her left to grab my crotch through my pants. "He's got an erection.," she said, "let's take a look at it."
"Take down your pants," Ann demanded.
"I'm out of here," I said , but without a lot of conviction. If three beautiful women were interested in a little show and tell, why not enjoy it. My cock was a little longer than seven inches and thick so I wouldn't be embarrassed.
"You started this and now you're too cowardly to continue," Ann said.
"I'm not cowardly at all," I said indignantly, as I unbuckled my pants and let them drop to the floor.
"He really does have an erection," Ann's partner said, "but it's still inside his boxer underwear." She came behind me and put her fingers inside the boxer's elastic band and attempted to pull them down, but my cock was caught in the front and they wouldn't go down. She came around to my front, reached for the boxer's elastic with one hand and my cock with the other, pulled my cock free of the boxers and pulled them down.
She cupped my balls in her left hand and my now really stiff cock in her right. "This thing is bigger than I thought it would be," she said.
"I thought he'd have just a little nub, but he has a real dick," Ann said. "What are we going to do with it?"
"Let's play with it," my bridge partner said.
I decided that if three beautiful women wanted to play with my cock, I'd really enjoy it.
"But how do we make playing with his dick a punishment, not something he'll enjoy," Ann asked.
"While we play with his dick, he has to eat your pussy," my bridge partner said. "Let's go to my bedroom."
She led me, now naked, to her bedroom and told me to lie down on the bed on my back. The girls followed into the bedroom.
"If you don't want him to eat your pussy, he can eat mine," my bridge partner said.
"No, he can eat me and I'll grind my pussy into his face," Ann said as she began to get out of her jeans.
My bridge partner tapped the tip of my cock with a finger and then pushed it and it moved back and forth.
Ann climbed on top of me, still in her blouse, facing front and leaned forward to jam her pussy into my face. Since it was supposed to be punishment I didn't move my chin to meet her pussy and determined to keep my tongue in my mouth. But I could feel her heat and taste the moisture glistening on her pussy lips, making her impossible to resist. When I raised my arms to find her breasts she pushed them down. She really ground her pussy into my face and there was moisture on my lips and chin. My tongue came out of my mouth, almost of its own volition, and pushed between her soaking pussy lips. As my face became soaked with her sweet juices, I pushed and ground it into her fragrant pussy, my tongue pushing in as far as it could go.