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Clydesdale Among the Fillies, Part 11

By Spunk N. Wagnels

For earlier parts, see at bottom.


"You're awfully quiet."  Clyde said as Maggie drove. "Are you mad at me?"

"No."  She replied.  "I think it is more like 'disappointed.'"

"Why are you disappointed." He challenged. "Is it Vivian?"

"Why don't you ever let me pick you up at your house?" Maggie queried.

"I told you. I had to drop something off at school and you wanted to leave no
later than Five." Clyde said.

"Whatever."  Maggie said and went back to driving.

Five minutes later, "Are you going to act this way towards me for the whole
Flower Shower, or even the whole wedding, because if you are, I don't even know
why I'm here." Clyde said.

"Let's just get there and take it as it goes."   Maggie directed, and finished
the trip to Embassy Suites Hotel.

At the counter, Maggie asked, "The Whitney party please."

"Suite 769, that way to the elevators."  The young clerk said.

"Why is this shower being held in a hotel suite?" Clyde asked.

"The Whitney's don't want to mess up their home, I guess." Maggie said, beating
Clyde to the elevator button.

"Are there going to be other guys there?" Clyde asked.

"Even if you are the only guy there among a whole bunch of girls, I think you'll
feel right at home."  Maggie said sarcastically.

"Does she know already?" Clyde thought in panic.

Maggie knocked and opened the cocked door.  They entered the room.  It had a
small kitchenette with counter and stools and living room type furniture. A door
on a side wall lead off to a bedroom.  Sitting in a large stuffed chair in the
far corner sat the blushing bride-to-be, Erin, with family and friends sitting
on a couch and the floor on either side.  It looked to Clyde like a throne, a
princess, and ladies in waiting draped all around.  On a coffee table pushed to
over to the wall behind the girls on the floor, were nicely wrapped presents.

Clyde looked around quickly for any other males and felt instantly uncomfortable
at the discovery he was the only one.  "Ah, Maggie…"

"Don't worry, there will probably be more guys coming." She said anticipating
his concern.

"Weren't we supposed to bring a present or something to this shower?"  Clyde
asked.

"I did." She replied, while Clyde looked her over for something other than her
purse. "Relax. We're here early.  I'm in the wedding, I've got to help out."
She explained.

They approached the group in the corner and Maggie introduced Clyde to the
bride, her family and friends. "I hope you got all of that Sam, there'll be a
test on the names later." The bride's mother said prompting everyone to laugh.  

The Matron of Honor and Erin's older sister, Stephanie stood up, wrapped her
arms around Clyde's left arm, and while Maggie took her place next to the bride,
walked Clyde over to the refreshments along the counter.  "You've got nice
strong arms." She flattered. "We're so happy you agreed to come. I know Erin was
pleased when she saw you walk in." Clyde found her forwardness a little
disorienting. "There's beer here, punch, or I can fix you something stronger if
you feel you need it to loosen up."

"I'll just have one of these beers, thanks." Clyde replied picking up a bottle
of brew.

"You just let me know if you need anything." Stephanie said while rubbing her
hand up and down his chest and stomach, copping a feel and checking for
washboard abs.  Then she returned to the gaggle in the corner.

With Maggie's back to him while she talked to Erin and the others, Clyde pulled
a stool up against the wall by the refreshments and drank and grazed over the
food for several moments.  When there was a knock on the door, and it started to
open slowly, Clyde's hope brightened at the prospects of new guests. His hopes
dropped just as quickly when two more girls entered, hugged everyone, and joined
the group on the floor.

Someone suggested that Erin begin unwrapping presents, so the coffee table was
moved to in front of her.  Maggie looked Clyde's way and waved him over to join
the circle next to her.  Clyde reluctantly sat on the floor to her right at the
table on the opposite side from Erin. 

First, she opened perfume, and it was passed around.  "Do you think Frank will
like it, the groom that is?" Maggie asked Clyde as she held her wrist out for
him to whiff.

"Ummm, smells good." He replied.

Next was a studded leather strap.  Everyone was curious what it was for.  The
gift giver explained, "It is for Frank to wear to present himself to you at his
best on the wedding night.  Maybe Sam would let us see how it works."

There was a pregnant pause as all eyes were on Clyde.  He took in a couple of
shallow breaths without exhaling, looked embarrassed, and finally breathed again
when Maggie slapped him a couple of times on his back while everyone laughed it
off like it had been suggested in jest.

Next she received a full-length diaphanous robe with puffy sleeves, then a sheer
teddy with sheer panties, and scented warming oil.  Each item was passed around
in turn for everyone to examine up close.  Each time it got to Clyde, he was
asked his particular reaction to it as the representative male in the group.
Erin smiled more and more intently at Clyde as he assured her the items were
very sexy and alluring.

While Erin was opening her next gift, Clyde leaned over to Maggie to privately
ask her, "Ah, these things are looking like they are kind of racy, are you sure
I should be here?"

"Look how happy you've made Erin already.  Keep it up." Maggie encouraged.

"But…" Clyde started to say as his private conversation was interrupted when he
was passed a g-string that had a pouch with a zipper down the front to examine.

"What do you think about that, Sam?" Stephanie asked with an eager smile on her
face.

"Oh it's nice.  I'm sure Frank will love to see you in this."  He replied.

"No Silly, it's not for a girl, it's for a guy."  Stephanie corrected.

Clyde swallowed hard, "Oh.  Then I'm sure Erin, you'll like the way Frank looks
in it."  He said passing it on to his right, but the girl on his right did not
reach for it.

"Why don't you model it for us?" Stephanie suggested.

"No, I…" He mumbled shaking his head, then he leaned in to speak with Maggie,
"Maggie, help me out here."

"He said he'd be happy to do it." She announced to the group.  Then she and the
girl on Clyde's right stood up in unison and pulled the protesting Clyde to his
feet by his arms.  "Trust me."  She said privately to Clyde. "You're going to
like this. I've arranged something special for you as my way of paying you back
for the favor you did for me, so just play along and you'll be happy you did."

"But…I…" Clyde tried to protest as Maggie, Erin's younger sister Kelly,
Stephanie, and the mother escorted and/or dragged Clyde into the bedroom.

"Just do it," Maggie said taking up position as door monitor, "you'll like it."

Inside the room, while the sisters gently held his arms, the mother took charge
and started to unbutton his shirt.  She was strong both physically and willed.
Clyde started to wage protest, but relented, as it now seemed his fate. "Maybe,"
he thought, "this is my payback for messing around behind Maggie's back." She
slid the shirt down off of him and felt the merchandise inside all the way down
his arms. She sat him down on the edge of the bed and untied and removed his
shoes for him.  She laid his socks neatly across them and motioned for the girls
to stand him up again.

As she put her hands on his belt buckle, he instinctively brought his hands to
hers to force them away, but when he looked her in the eyes, he pulled his hands
back and watched with great trepidation as she undid his zipper and lowered his
pants to the floor.  Now with just his briefs protecting his modesty from these
Whitney women, he started to tense with panic.  Then she slowly pulled his
briefs down as they watched amazed at his hairless crotch coming into view.  "Oh
my." She said taking her hand and pawing down from his lower belly across his
pubic area down off the end of his penis to feel a grown male's crotch smooth as
the day he was born.

"The strap Dear." She directed of Kelly.  "That's it. Thank you."  Clyde watched
with his chin digging into his chest as mother Whitney grasped his genitals, and
while pulling them out away from his body, cinched the studded strap around the
base of his cock and under his scrotum.  "There, now isn't that a lovely
presentation, Dear?"  She asked rhetorically.

Next, mother Whitney had Clyde step into the pouched g-string and brought it up
into place over his trussed cock and balls.  All of the manual stimulation,
visual attention, and snugness of the items he was wearing started a strong and
slightly painful erection happening, tenting out the pouch of the g-string from
his body.  The door opened and Maggie threw him a short red and black silk robe
that landed on Clyde's head and mother Whitney's shoulder.  She helped him put
it on and directed, "Let's go out and show Erin and the others, shall we?"  She
put her arm around his and walked him reluctantly out into the living room.

As Clyde entered the room in the silky smoking jacket that came to mid-thigh,
the girls "oooo'd, ahhh'd and clapped their approval of his smooth strong legs.
Maggie and Stephanie each held up one of Clyde's hands, "So Erin, what do you
think of this outfit?  It should look good on Frank don't you think?"

Erin's eyes were wide as she openly but bashfully gazed upon Clyde being posed
this way and that by his two attendants holding his hands. "I can't wait to see
him in it." Erin replied.

Maggie let up on the posing and had Clyde sit down next to her at the coffee
table as before while Erin opened a few more things.  The last gift was a set of
three CD's.  The first was urban dance music mixes, the second Ravel's "Bolero",
and the third called "Serene Moments."  It seemed like an odd mixture until it
was pointed out to him that the first was to get the couple into the mood, the
second to do the deed to, and the third to cuddle into the night.

"How sweet." Clyde thought to himself sarcastically. "I've got to get out of
this ridiculous outfit and get out of here!" He pondered.

"Put it on.  Let's hear what it sounds like." Kelly requested.

Then out came a boom box and the urban dance mixes started up.  Everybody
started to boogey in their seats until Maggie and Stephanie started to ask Clyde
and others to get up and dance.  Maggie danced with Clyde while the others more
or less danced solo amongst each other.  Maggie danced as sexy as she could and
got Clyde loosened up and dancing without regard to his costume and the others
watching him out of the corners of their eyes.  As each song ended, Maggie
hugged and kissed Clyde, which distracted him from the fact that fewer girls
were dancing and more were watching.  Finally, Maggie was dancing behind him
rubbing her hands up and down his cheeks, flashing his butt to those that had
the proper angle to see it.  She put her head on his shoulder, snuggling his
neck from behind, breathing warm breath onto his neck, ear and face.  Clyde had
his eyes closed, experiencing the affection from Maggie he was longing for, not
realizing that his robe was being loosened, then opened and finally snatched
from his shoulders.

He was rudely awakened from his reverie by the rush of air sweeping across his
suddenly exposed body.  All eyes were burning holes into him all over his
hairless body as they ogled their favorite body part.  The fact that he had one
hand cupping the pouch of the g-string in front made them all the more eager to
see what he was hiding.  Maggie continued to distract him by roaming her hands
over the cheeks of his rear, his quads, and between his legs.  Clyde's head
started swimming.  Her caresses felt so wonderful, but the humiliation of being
the next thing to naked in front of these crazed girls had him blushing with
embarrassment from head to toe.  Stephanie took the hand Clyde was cupping with
and held it away from his body while Maggie took his other one before it could
go to replace it and posed him again so they all could see how the brief outfit
looked on a man.

Following a moment of raucous reaction from the partiers, her mother said,
"Com'on Erin," and took her into the bedroom with some of the gifts.  

Maggie put the silk robe back on Clyde and had him sit down again next to her
before he could pull it closed and tie it.  "There, now that wasn't so bad was
it?" She said patronizingly.  Clyde shyly, but politely made conversation with
everyone for the intervening moments while Erin and her mother were in the
bedroom.

Mother Whitney, poked her head out and said, "Give us another five minutes."

Maggie turned to Clyde with a big anticipatory smile and said gleefully, "Okay
Sam, now comes the moment you've been waiting for." Clyde looked confused. "You
see, it is a Whitney family tradition that the virgin bride be deflowered before
her wedding night so she can enjoy the moment without the pain." Clyde froze
like a deer in headlights. "You see, I get to pay you back for the favor,
because you are going to have the honor of doing the deflowering."

"You can't be …"

"Now don't spoil it.  This is an honored tradition in their family, and I told
them they didn't need to hire a professional because I owed you a favor and you
liked to have sex." Maggie insisted.

"But …but…"

"Okay, we're ready."  The mother said poking her head out into the living room.
"Then she lead the blushing bride-to-be out by the hand.  She was wearing the
see-through robe over the see-through nightie over see-through panties.  Faint
dark circles at her chest and an even fainter dark triangle in her lap gave the
hint of the excited nipples and dewy crease that lay beneath.  She entered the
room shyly, then proudly pirouetted for her friends and relatives to admire her
in the outfit.  They rushed and huddled around touching her for encouragement.

"I can't do this." Clyde protested to Maggie.  "She's about to be married, and I
want to be with you."

"Of course you do."  Maggie replied patronizingly.  "Com'on." She said pulling
him to his feet by his arm.  "Time to turn you over to the Whitney's."

"But…bah…" Clyde tried to tell Maggie as Stephanie and her mother each took an
arm and led him into the bedroom and closed the door behind them.

Erin sat on the edge of the bed, her ankles crossed and her hands in her lap.
She looked at the reluctant Clyde and told her family, "Are you sure this is
really necessary?"

"Yes Dear," her mother replied, "if you want to enjoy your wedding night, it is
necessary."

"You get to unwrap Maggie's present first."  Stephanie offered, as Clyde was
brought into touching range.

Erin took Clyde's pouched genitals between her thumb and fingers and felt its
firmness. "HunMmm." She uttered at her discovery. 

"Go ahead," Kelly urged eagerly, "unwrap him."  She was the next of the
Whitney's to be married and had all of this to look forward to.

Erin looked up at her older sister Stephanie briefly for encouragement and then,
cupping his balls with her left hand, pulled the zipper down the front with her
other.  "On my." She exclaimed wide-eyed, as Clyde's cock sprung substantially
to life now released from its cage.  She put her hand around it briefly to feel
its warmth, texture, and rigidity and was treated to some throbbing and
stiffening in the process.  Then she pulled the material of the pouch back and
behind his hairless ballsac and pulled on his plumbs while gently squeezing
causing Clyde to close his eyes and moan.  "Does that feel good?" She asked
Clyde, who continued to moan and nod his assent.

"Why don't you just take off the thong thing altogether, Dear." The mother
suggested.

Erin put her fingers in the elastic band and pulled the tiny garment to the
floor, leaving Clyde completely naked except for the studded band holding his
cock and balls out away from his body.  Erin cupped his genitals between her
hands to feel them.  "Ooooo."  She exclaimed. "I love 'em."

Mother Whitney smiled and nodded her vicarious agreement; Stephanie blushed as
Erin took the words right out of her mouth; and Kelly watched frustrated because
she wanted to cop a feel to see what they were like for herself.  Having his
balls drawn down into the bottom of their sac made them more sensitive to Erin's
touch than usual. His worry showed when he looked down, prompting the mother to
put her hand on Erin's wrist and say, "Com'on Honey, we have to get him ready
for you."  

Erin sat back patiently watching her mother reach for the studded strap.  "Hey
Mother, let me do that."  Kelly offered.

"Okay." Mother Whitney said with a knowing smile. Then she nodded to Stephanie,
who instinctively knew to produce a condom.  When Kelly realized what it was to
be used for, she said, "Oh, let me, let me."  Stephanie capped Clyde's corona
with it, and let Kelly unroll it the rest of the way.

Stephanie and Kelly held onto Clyde's upper arms while they watched their mother
slowly and sensually remove Erin's outer garment.  Clyde's eyes roamed wildly up
and down the forbidden treasures coming into view.  Then she removed Erin's
panties behind the demure Erin's covering hands. "Okay Erin dear, turn around.
We can't have this too intimate.  That is reserved for between you and Frank."
The mother placed her daughter bent over the edge of the bed.  Erin kept her
legs straight and her back arched like a stretching cat to keep her nether
region from everyone's view. "No need for modesty Dear." The mother advised.
"I've seen you since you were born and your sisters have seen it all before
too."  Erin looked back toward Clyde. "Oh Sam? Maggie says he's seen what lies
between a woman's legs lots of time. Isn't that right Sam?"

"Ah …ah…sure." He said to avoid rocking any boats.

"Now, you have Frank do this for you, Dear if you need it." The mother said as
she placed her first two fingers on Erin's nether lips and began to gently
stroke them to stimulate her natural lubrication.

"OOOOoooo." Kelly said trying to sound disgusted, but really wished someone were
doing it to her.

Erin stopped arching her back and her feet started to step further and further
apart. "That's it, Dear."  Then she went from holding herself up by her
outstretched arms to resting on her elbows.  When the mother felt signs of
sufficient dampness she went behind Clyde, and with one hand on his shoulder and
the other on his low back, eased him forward.  The sisters had their hands on
his upper thighs and buttocks, one guiding him from experience and the other
taking a ride while getting a good look at things coming her way in the future.

When the mother had him close enough to rest his cockhead at her daughter's love
tunnel entrance, Erin "ooooo'd" tightly anticipating great pain.  "There, there.
This is not going to be as uncomfortable as you think my dear." She assured her
daughter. "Push back as slowly and as far as you like. … That's it. You're doing
just fine."

Erin started to whine that she couldn't do it, which started to annoy everyone
but Kelly, for whom the verdict was still out on the procedure.  Stephanie was
growing impatient with her wussy sister and secretly took a hand from Clyde's
thigh and put it on Erin's thigh, then pushed the two of them together causing
Clyde to glide past Erin's hymen and through her gates into the heavenly
recesses of her body.  The mother made sure Clyde stood still by placing one
hand on his shoulder and her other hand between his legs to hold on to his
balls.  Erin was caught by surprise and missed her chance to scream.  As her
mind was rallying to an appropriate response, she started to feel the pain
beginning to subside and the throbbing fullness begin to grow more and more
interesting to her.  Her head bobbed up and down as she tried to normalize her
breathing. "Oh gawd," she finally exclaimed, "this is what it is all about?"

"No Dear." Her mother said. "Let me know when you are ready, and I'll let Sam
here show you what it is all about."

Erin moved herself around bending her knees a bit, pulling the teddy up over her
head and placing her head down onto her crossed arms to adjust the angle of her
tunnel, readying for Clyde's train to move again as the pain had all but
transformed from ache to itch. "Okay," she exclaimed, "I'm ready to see what
it's all about now."

Mother Whitney eased up on Clyde's balls, choosing to let them sit on her opened
palm.  Clyde looked at Stephanie, who looked back at him with a smile, nod and
head movement that told him he should have a go at it.  Clyde started to pull
out a little. "Keep it slow at first." The mother warned squeezing his shoulder
for emphasis.  It was tough for Clyde to comply because he was ready to pop a
wheely in her and bring it all home. But, with the mother ready to control him
through his balls and the two sisters in touch with his every move, all he could
do was follow directions and patiently wait his moment of release.  That is, if
he was lucky enough to hold out that long.

Stephanie coaxed his movements along by pushing on him rather than riding along
like Kelly who was reaching a finger out to graze along the underside of his
cock as he moved in and out of Erin's love passage.  Erin shuddered
unpredictably and made Clyde's job occasionally more difficult by experimenting
with angles of approach and movements of her own.  At just such a moment, Clyde
looked down at her rear and his cock appearing and disappearing from inside her.
He was momentarily shocked when he saw reddish juices on his condom until her
realized that is wasn't his but her blood mixing with the sluice juice she was
producing.  The condom felt strange to him.  He couldn't get the same sensation
he was used to without it, so his movements grew slower out and faster in.  As
long as Erin was responding okay with the rougher treatment, the mother let it
go.  Clyde started to work up a sweat and was pistoning so fast it looked like
he might throw out his back.  Erin was moving this way and that to make sure he
was satiating every one of her agonizing itches. Finally Clyde slowed a bit and
uttered, "I think I'm…"

The mother pulled him back and Stephanie placed her thumb and index finger atop
and below his penis at the base and squeezed off the impending climax, much to
Clyde's surprise and consternation.  "Don't let him stop." Erin whined, while
bucking the air for additional relief. 

"Okay Dear." Her mother assured her. "Starting to get an idea of what it is all
about yet?"

"Oh yes, oh yes, just please don't let him stop."

They moved the anxious and confused Clyde back into position.  He knew an orgasm
could sneak up on him at any minute and get him in trouble with the whinny Erin
and her family, so he concentrated on finding a way to get her over with as fast
as possible.  He put himself in to the hilt and hugged her back while reaching
around to her dangling breasts to fondle them and tease her nipples.  The mother
initially put the squeeze on his testicles to punish him for taking such
liberties with her daughter until she intuitively realized what Clyde was trying
to do. So, when he reached one hand down to Erin's clitoris, she smiled off the
concern on the faces of her other daughters and let him proceed unmolested.

Erin pressed more of her upper body down upon the bed as Clyde alternated
between a focus on her nipples, clitoris, and plunging her twat. "Oh gawd,
Mother. What is happening to me?" She exclaimed.

"Hang on Dear." Her mother replied knowingly. "You are close to finding out,
very close."

Erin started swinging her head around in a circle on the bed growing dizzier by
the second, Clyde held on to her front hips as he pumped in and out in earnest,
occasionally reaching around to tease her clit. … until… Erin screamed,
"Ohmygod, Mother…what?…Ohmy…ohmy… Oh god no, yesss! Yessss…." Clyde kept
pupming, not to be left behind. "Oooooo, oh my god….oooooo…I can't…I….oooooo,
make him stop…..ooooo…"

"Sam dear."  The mother said gently, increasing her grip on Clyde's balls.  "You
heard the lady." She continued calmly.

"I…I…I…" Clyde said shaking in place, his cock ready to explode.

"I realize we can't leave you like this, but when a women says stop, you need to
stop. Okay?" The mother reiterated.  Clyde nodded. "You want to cum now don't
you, you poor dear.  Steph dear, why don't you take this nasty thing off of
him."

Stephanie rolled the condom back off of Clyde's dick with a look of disgust at
having to touch the juices.  Clyde stood embarrassed and humiliated with his
trigger-happy cock pointing up lewdly into the room of curious ladies.  The
mother stood with her hands on her hips, Stephanie was focused on getting her
hands clean and Kelly was still kneeling at his side, his cock at her eye level.
Clyde's lower belly was churning, his body was tense with frustration, and
nobody was making a move to help him out. 

"Would you like us all to leave so you can take care of that?" Mother Whitney
asked.

"Ah, ah, …" Clyde stood confused.

"Aw, he's my present. I want to stay." Erin insisted, arising from her nearly
unconscious state.

"Why don't you hurry up Sam.  The rest of the guests are waiting for us." The
Mother directed matter-of-factly.

Clyde looked around flushed with embarrassment and put his hand around the
shaft, closed his eyes and started to masturbate in front of the Whitney women.
Kelly looked at her mother just before reaching up to play with Clyde's balls.
When her mother gave no indication either way, she took it upon herself to
explore his balls hanging below his pumping shaft.  She hefted them, she pinched
them like testing for their ripeness, she pulled on them, and she tickled them,
all in an effort to see what his reaction would be.  Her explorations felt good
to Clyde, but they were at the same time distracting him from finishing his
deed.  He spit on his hand to ease the rough friction.  Stephanie knew what he
needed, because she had learned what her husband liked when she didn't feel like
intercourse at the times he did. So, she squirted lotion in his hand like she
would do to bring her hubby off faster.  The new coefficient of friction
surprised Clyde who opened his eyes and looked down at his now greasy hand. Then
he gazed down at Kelly looking up at him, and then over at Stephanie's knowing
smile, closed his eyes, and shot a rope of cum in an arch over to the bed
landing right beside Erin.  Erin and Kelly "ooooo'd" in unison as Clyde finished
relieving his pent up frustration.

Mother Whitney gave Clyde the silk robe to wear out until Erin could get
finished cleaning up.  He was hanging low, so there was a greater chance of
accidentally flashing the girls waiting for the details of Erin's deflowering.
Clyde attempted to remain standing, but as far away from Maggie and the other
girls on the floor as possible to maintain whatever semblance of modesty he
could in the short covering.  He mouthed, "I'm just going to go over here and …"
to Maggie and headed over to the refreshments.

A flirtatious guest soon followed him over and, while seductively looking him up
and down, she picked up an hors d'oeuvre and playfully placed it in her mouth
then pulled it off from its toothpick.  She walked her fingers of one hand on
the back of his neck as she moved around behind him to get herself a drink.
"You're cute."  She said.

"You're married." Clyde rebutted noticing her ring.

"Maggie's lucky." She replied.

"Maggie's gonna get it for getting me into this mess."  He muttered.

"From what I hear, she gave you the gift of a lifetime.  Here your girlfriend
set you up with a free screwjob with no strings attached.  I'd say that is about
the ultimate."  She said slightly indignant.

Clyde looked at her briefly embarrassed, looking guilty and grabbed some Vodka
to drop into his cup of punch.

"Ah, that punch is already…" she began to warn.

"Hunh?" Clyde asked, not quite hearing her.

"Oh never mind." She resolved.

Clyde hovered by the food interacting with a couple more guests, drinking punch
because he was thirsty, and getting more and more relaxed.  

"Slow down there Big Boy." Maggie warned, holding on to his arm as he swayed to
almost tipping over. Then Erin reentered the room with her mother and sat down
in her chair.

"So, when do we get the stripper?" A guest asked.

"We weren't planning …" The mother responded, then looked up at Maggie and Clyde
approaching.

"Here."  Maggie offered. "He's no good to me in this condition."

Kelly and Stephanie got up and each took one of Clyde's arms, giving Maggie the
opportunity to sit down with Erin.  A guest scooted over and put the music on
the boom box, while everyone else shifted their positions for a better view.
Clyde knew he should protest, but the sexual event was leaving him physically
drained and the alcohol was numbing his resistance to the two sisters moving him
around to the music like a puppet.

Kelly playfully pulled a flap aside from his robe, leaving him still covered by
the other half, while Stephanie distracted him by molesting his butt crack down
in between his legs.  Then they turned him around and flashed his rear to the
audience while Clyde struggled to keep his balance amidst the motion. Finally,
they each took a hold of an end of the tie holding the robe together, and slowly
pulled the loops out.  Clyde looked down as if he were as curious as the rest.
Finally, they teasingly opened Clyde's robe to display his hairless male
features to all in attendance while pushing and pulling on his arms to make it
look like he was dancing.

"Oooo," One of the guests piped up. "It's so droopy down there." She said
pointing to his crotch.

"Let's prop it all up, shall we?" The mother said, and took the studded band she
had been wearing absentmindedly around her wrist and applied it to Clyde's cock
and balls as before.  "There, that's a little better."

"Yeah, but can't we see it all stiff and pointy?" The guest asked.

"Show him your breasts." Another guest said daringly.

"Do you think?" The first guest replied.

Then a chorus of "Show him. Show him. Show…" rang up from the others.  So she
got up in front of the stupefied Clyde and peeled back her blouse.  "Show him
skin. Show him skin. Show…" the chant changed. So she peeled her bra down and
popped her half grapefruit sized tits out and held them in Clyde's view.  The
partygoers laughed at and applauded her boldness. Clyde's eyes blinked and he
started to become more present now that he was looking at a pair of flagrantly
presented tits coming his way.  He reached up for them with his right hand and
Stephanie reached down to his shaft with her left.  When Kelly saw what her
sister was doing, she reached down for his balls, so as not to be left out.

It all became kind of dreamy for Clyde.  The exposed guest told him to kiss her
tits, and he bent forward as if in a trance and put his mouth on one then the
other, slobbering, sucking, and nibbling as he pleased.  

Things came to him one at a time, rather than being hit by it all at once. Now
he noticed a tight, painful erection being mauled by a menacing hand. Then he
noticed an increasingly insistent hand roughly squeezing and pulling his balls.
He removed his sucking lips and looked at the breasts of the swooning flasher
before him then backed up so he could pry the molesting hands off of his
genitals.  The Whitney sisters relented and went back to holding him by the his
upper arms and started to dance by dipping and swaying their hips to one side,
then the other, smiling at Clyde to get him in the mood to dance with them.
Clyde looked at Maggie, who was now standing and moving her booty to the music
in place to encourage him to dance too.  

Meanwhile a guest retrieved a fresh cup of punch for him, which he accepted
because his mouth was dry, and he drank it down.  Soon everyone was standing and
dancing as seductively as they knew how.  Some dressed down to their bras.  The
flasher was now topless, bouncing her breasts up at Clyde to encourage him to
suck on them some more.  Clyde's head started to swim again from the spiked
punch and started to dance as sexy as he knew how, focused on her flopping
breasts constantly in front of him.

Hands moved in to touch his undulating hairless flesh from all directions.  His
hands reached out clumsily for the bra-encased breasts moving in then just out
of his reach. The topless guest danced close enough to him that her nipples
brushed up against Clyde's stomach. She held herself to his body with her left
hand around his back as she held her right hand curved around making an
artificial vagina for Clyde to slide his sorry pole in and out of.  When he was
closing his eyes and focusing only on the feeling of her hand lightly touching
the sides of his pistoning cock, she moved to the side for everyone to see the
action.  As he picked up his pace, they chanted, "Go Sammy. Go Sammy. Go Samm…"
Finally, he stiffened, opened his eyes wide in surprise. She squeezed her hand
around his cock and pulled it into his body, pressing onto his balls and
stretching the skin of his corona tight. She held it there as he shot successive
ropes of cum across again at the bride-to-be to everyone's delight and applause.

Soon after, Maggie leaned over and kissed Erin's cheek, bidding her goodnight
and that she'd see her at the rehearsal tomorrow.  She escorted Clyde to the
bedroom and asked him if he needed any help getting dressed.  Clyde declined,
dressed and poked his head out to let Maggie know he was ready.  As his head was
beginning to clear, he felt a growing embarrassment and avoided eye contact with
everyone as he faced the door to leave.

In the car they didn't talk most of the way home.  As they got near the campus,
Maggie asked, "Where do you live from here?"

"Oh, just let me off here.  I have to pick up something in the Commons before I
go home."  Clyde responded.

Maggie fumed and let him out.  Clyde lurked in the darkness, sneaking his way
back to the sorority unseen.  He didn't bother with a shower or anything, he
just plopped himself down trying to figure out the two different Maggies as he
drifted off to sleep.


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