“There,” Geena says, sitting back and looking over her handiwork with satisfaction. The look on her face is almost worth the humiliation I feel at being in this position. “Are you comfortable? Nothing too tight?”

I test the restraints, curling my wrists and rolling my ankles. Nothing bites or tugs, and there is no tingling from restricted blood flow. Geena has done a good job.

“Everything is fine,” I mutter, and Geena holds her hands up to her mouth and laughs. She’s a vision in a violet polka dot bra and matching panties, the soft, fleshy curve of her waist catching my eye as she turns around to test the binding of my right foot one last time. It’s warm in her apartment, cooled only by a window unit air conditioner, and she has her dark hair piled on the top of her head in a messy bun, leaving the graceful arch of her neck bare.

“Don’t sound so down about it, love. We’re going to have fun tonight! Plus, you look so good spread out for me. I’m going to take care of you, don’t worry.” Geena tells me, crawling up my nude body to nip at my bottom lip.

It’s not so bad if I don’t have to look down at myself. Seeing my own squishy, hairy body with all fours spread to each corner of the bed makes me feel weird, no matter how much encouragement Geena piles on.

“Oh, Mike, what can we do to wipe that frown off your face? Maybe-” Geena stops mid-sentence as the doorbell rings. She turns her old radio alarm clock around to check the time and jumps up.

“Oops!” Geena says in surprise, jumping up to grab a robe hanging on her closet door and wrapping it around herself. “I forgot Wendy was coming over! She said she had some new craft that she knows I’ll love. Just wait here, baby. We’ll be right back!”

“Geena! What do you mean ‘we’ll’?” I call, but she’s gone. What’s worse, she’s left the door open, and I can hear the two girls chatting. I’ve met Wendy a few times in the past, and she’s a tiny whirling dervish of a woman with a shock of curly red hair and is always in paint-covered overalls over a white tank. From what I can tell, she isn’t much into undergarments either, as much as I’ve seen her lean down to pick something up off the studio floor and flash everyone a look at her tits.

Like most of Geena’s friends, Wendy takes a keen interest in sex. I can still remember when Geena and I had been studying at the library when Wendy joined us, only to ask within minutes if we had slept together yet. I had a coughing fit and had to go spend an awkward few minutes in the bathroom until I could face the girls again.

All of this adds up to Wendy being here for a reason, and as I look down at my tied-up body and flaccid dick again, I’m beginning to think the reason might be me.

I try to relax, but hearing Wendy’s southern twang and Geena’s giggling echoing from the other room has my heart racing. They confirmed my suspicions when Geena reenters, still wearing just her silk robe, followed by Wendy with her trademark overalls and her wild hair tamed in a braid. I instinctively try to cover myself, but Geena’s bindings holdfast. I can feel myself flushing red from head to toe.

“Geena, please!” I hiss, and Geena only smiles.

“Mike, you’ve met Wendy. She’s here to make us something special, right Wendy?”

“Right!” Wendy chirps, holding up a cylinder that’s a bit shorter than a shoebox. She seems completely unbothered by my stretched-out body, as if she did this stuff every day.

“Aren’t you curious?” Geena asks as she sits down next to me, tapping me on the tip of my nose.

Not really! I think, but out loud I tell her, “Yes, Geena.” and she rewards me with a few pats on the chest.

“Well,” Wendy begins, “We’re going to make a copy of your cock. There are all kinds of things you two might use it for, and I’ve never made one before, so Geena so kindly offered.” She grinned, showing the small gap in her teeth.

A copy of my…. Alright. Geena never fails to surprise me. It’s a strange enough conversation that I almost forget that a classmate is casually mixing some substance up a few feet away while I lay here on display, but not quite.

“Geena, you’ll have to get him hard for me. Both my hands are occupied.”

Geena slithers her hands down my torso until she can grasp my soft member. The warmth and softness of her hands cause it to perk up as soon as she touches it, but I have to close my eyes to remove myself from the humiliation of the situation to really get hard. Geena only touches me softly, dragging her nails over my balls a few times as she does so, and I slowly rise to the occasion with my eyes squeezed shut. I’m just arching my pelvis upwards when I feel Geena clamp her teeth over my nipple, just enough to sting before she licks the pain away. I yelp, eyes shooting open to her smirking face, and of course, the bite has me fully, almost painfully erect. Geena knows how to walk the pain-pleasure line so expertly. She seems to know what my body wants even before I do.

“Ouch,” I whisper to her, but she’s swirling her tongue around my nipple again she she teases the other with her fingers. I’m ramrod straight in seconds as the warm feelings radiate from her mouth and hands to my groin. With a small kiss she pulls away, and turns back to Wendy, who I had almost forgotten was there. I turn away to not look at her, in case the mortification of her still being in the room causes my erection to go down.

“Perfect!” Wendy exclaims, approaching the bed. Geena scoots out of her way but watches curiously as Wendy sets to work. From what I can tell, the cylinder is filled with a thick molding substance that is just below room temperature on my cock as Wendy slides the cylinder on. It feels bizarre, but what’s more bizarre is Wendy checking her watch and making casual conversation with Geena as the mold hardens. After about five minutes, during which Geena continues to pinch and tease me to keep me erect, Wendy pulls the cylinder back off. She looks down into it and nods, satisfied.

“You did great, Mike, thanks a lot! I’ll just take this back to the studio and make the rubber cast,” She packs her things up when Geena stops her.

“Mike really should repay you for your expert work, Wendy,” Geena says quietly, looking at Wendy while she strokes my face. “Why don’t you have a seat right here and let him say thank you?”

Wendy raises her nearly transparent eyebrows, and I can see a slight blush on her freckled face. “You sure?” She asks Geena, as if I’m not here. Geena nods enthusiastically.

“Sharing is caring,” Geena quips, and Wendy shrugs, still not bothering to speak to me as she unclasps her suspenders.

My head is reeling. I haven’t been with anyone besides Geena in so long that my mind trying to catch up with the idea that Geena wants me to eat another girl out. I catch her eye and she leans down to brush her lips over mine as Wendy finishes undressing.

“Take good care of my friend, love,” she whispers, and I nod, stomach in knots. I can’t defy her, and I’m more than willing to eat Wendy’s pussy. But doing it tied up in front of my girlfriend was a lot to digest.

Wendy’s overalls hit the floor and I dare a look at her. She’s still wearing the tiny white tank top, but she’s not wearing panties and unlike Geena’s shaved mound, Wendy’s pussy sports a wealth of red curls. She winks at me as Geena takes her by the hand and leads her over, and that’s the last I see of the girl’s face as she straddles my own, red bush lowering over my face until I pressed my lips against her nether lips. Heart still racing, I dart my tongue out to taste her.

She’s considerably smaller and lighter than Geena as she sits on my face, and I am forced to breathe her in as I begin to lick. She tastes sharp and clean, and her feminine scent is strong. I wish I could grab her pale legs as she grabs the headboard to steady herself, but I’m at the mercy of this almost stranger and Geena, who is watching somewhere out of my sight.

Wendy exhales softly as I bury my tongue in her folds, finding the bump of her clit easily enough. She hangs on to the headboard with one hand but buries her other in my hair, fisting it hard between her fingers as she rides my face, not content to let me work at my own pace.

I nearly lose my focus when I see Geena to the side of me, and in my limited field of vision past Wendy’s body, I see Geena pulling Wendy’s tank up to display the modest bumps of her breasts. Wendy leans back enough to give Geena access, and I watch as Geena licks and sucks Wendy’s nipples. The redhead moans, body quivering, and I pick up the pace. Wendy grinds down onto me, her vision focussed on Geena, and I feel the telltale tightening of her legs around my head.

I suck her clit between my lips, letting out a groan of my own when I suck hard and taste her getting even wetter for me. She bucks her hips a few times as I suck, and with a small cry spilling from her lips, she comes on my face. She holds stock still as her pussy spasms, and I see Geena leaving her breasts to kiss her deeply as she orgasms.

When she relaxes, the last pulses of her climax done, Wendy climbs off of me with Geena’s help and goes to get dressed. I’m left with a rock-hard boner and a face covered in Wendy’s spend, but the girls basically ignore me as Wendy heads out. She spares me a glance and blows me a quick kiss as she heads out with my cock mold.

“That was a good thank you, Mike. Geena’s a lucky girl.” she teases, and then she’s gone, Geena shutting the door behind her. She looks me over, from the clay still on my dick to my wet face.

“Guess we should get you cleaned up,” she says finally, and beings to untie me.

Part 2

It’s been about a week since Wendy’s visit. Geena and I are sitting on her couch, catching up on some mandated reading when Wendy returns. She doesn’t even bother to knock this time. I startle when she opens the door, and my heart drops to my feet when I see what she has in her hands.

Wendy is yet again dressed in her favorite work overalls. This time there is nothing but a black bandeau underneath. Her hair is a riot of curls loose around her face. She holds up a small cardboard box and shakes it at us, something rattling dully around in it.

“It’s finished!” She squeals, and Geena jumps up to run over to her. Geena pulls out the rubber copy of my dick, and the resemblance is uncanny. The two of them pass it back and forth, seemingly elated. I have a quick fantasy of them using it on each other while I watch, but I should know better by now.

“Let’s try it out now,” Geena says, and Wendy nods. They turn to me like two lionesses and I’m the gazelle, and I swallow hard. “Strip, Mike,” Geena commands.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Her words are like a bucket of cold water thrown over me, and my hands are shaking as I pull my shirt over my head and undo my cargo shorts, standing to push them to the floor. It’s broad daylight, and the sun slips through the cheap blinds, embarrassing me even more. It isn’t even 2 pm and I’m naked in front of Wendy and Geena, at their mercy, for the second time in a week.

The girls aren’t even watching me. Wendy has stepped out of her overalls and is wearing not underwear, but a strappy harness with a metal ring in the center over her mound that Geena helps her slide the copy of my cock into. I’m not breaking any records but at full mast my cock is reasonably impressive, and even above average in girth, and the facsimile of it looks ridiculous on tiny Wendy.

“I want to see him suck his own cock, Wendy. Will you show how it works for me?” Geena tells Wendy, before turning to me. “On your knees, love. Let Wendy test out her newest creation.”

I drop to my knees on the cheap, scratchy carpet, and Wendy comes over, the flush of desire already brightening her pale skin under her freckles. Even on my knees, I’m too tall for Wendy, and to my humiliation, I have to fall to my hands and knees so she can slide the copy cock between my lips.

I loosen my jaw as she pushes in and pulls out, her hand gripped in my hair again as she does so. Wendy doesn’t have the finesse of Geena, and a few times she hits the back of my throat hard enough to make me gag. It only makes her laugh breathlessly. It makes my eyes water, but I hold still and take the mouth-fucking without complaint.

Same as before, Geena comes in halfway and pulls Wendy’s bandeau down, suckling her breasts, but this time she slides a hand down Wendy’s body to the base of the strap on, pushing her fingers under one of the leather straps to rub the redhead’s clit as she fucks my mouth. Watching them is incredible, and Wendy’s thrusts become less and less controlled as Geena touches her. Wendy is panting, shoving the cock into me harshly when Geena tells her, “Come down his throat for me,” before kissing her hard. Wendy obliges, crying out into Geena’s mouth as she comes. She holds me by the hair flush to her crotch, the cock all the way down my throat as she pushes her pelvis against Geena’s fingers desperately. I nearly gag again and try to pull back, but they are ignoring me until finally Wendy pulls out and her fingers loosen their hold in my hair.

“Stay just like that, love,” Geena tells me, her voice husky with arousal. The girls switch, this time with Geena fastening on the strap on after she tosses her sweatpants and panties aside, but instead of my mouth again Geena moves behind me. Wendy produces a tiny bottle of lube from her bag and throws it to Geena. I lower my head and grunt as she lubes up my asshole and starts to fit the copy-cock, still wet from my mouth, into my hole. I’m used to it by now, but the initial burn followed by the incredible fullness of having the strap-on inside of me is still almost too much.

The two women are making out again, but Geena pulls away long enough to tell me, “Touch yourself. I will not take long.” before she fucks me.

The flared head of the cock pumps into my prostate, and I fall to my elbows at how intense it is. Something about it being my own member has me hotter than when Geena would use the normal dildo. I brace myself on one arm and grasp my actual manhood, using my thumb to spread the precum leaking from the tip over the head before jerking myself off. Geena knows exactly how to fuck me, but her hips stutter when I feel Wendy’s hand start moving around the base of the dildo, no doubt playing with Geena’s clit.

I hear the wet sucking sounds of Wendy mouthing Geena’s breasts behind me, and the image in my mind has me harder than stone. Geena thrusts into me roughly three times before I hear her cry out, coming on Wendy’s fingers. The constant pressure in my channel meets the pleasure from my fist and then I’m coming too, spilling all over my hand and Geena’s carpet. It shoots through me hard, and I can only push back into Geena helplessly as I ride it out.

Geena slips out of my hole carefully, rubbing my back with her hands. I roll to the side so I don’t lay in my own spend, and lay on the floor, completely wrung out. Wendy absentmindedly throws a blanket from the couch over me as she and Geena talk about the success of the mold as they redress. Wendy seems excited, thinking she might be able to make it a trend around campus for the more adventurous couples.

Wendy eventually leaves. I’m worn out, my throat and ass sore, and I’m dozing off when Geena kneels next to me and kisses my cheek.

“You’re so wonderful, Mike. You want to take a shower with me and clean up a bit?”

I crack my eyes open to see her beautiful face and pull her down into a proper kiss before responding.

“Alright, babe. A shower and then maybe some hot tea with honey for my throat.” I rub it with my hand as I sit up. “Wendy has a bit of a rough touch.”

Geena laughs and leads me to the bathroom, and we embrace under the steaming water.