The Terrible 3: I Mean Terrific 3 – Part 1 [MFFF][Femdom][Mind Control/Hypnosis][Adventure]

The Terrible 3:

I Mean Terrific 3

I knew those three were trouble the moment they walked into my lecture theatre. It took a few weeks for them to discover each other and then I discovered them. They have one common goal that binds their solid sisterhood and that’s baiting and manipulating men. My lecture theatre was set up in such a way that the front rows are always exposed to the teacher. Eventually the three chose it sit front and centre. I would often hide behind my lectern when those three were in but I would occasionally venture out and interact with the students the way every good university lecturer should. It was at those times the Terrible Three would strike.

Let’s get to know them. Always in the middle was Amanda. She is blonde, spicy and likes to talk dirty during lectures. She has a full figure and hips well worth watching as she sways when she walks. It was joy to watch her sway and swing her way into my lecture theatre each Thursday. It was mid-Summer at the time and she often wore short shorts or worse a tiny floral skirt that always caught my attention during lecture. Her breasts were ample too, and she knew it, dressed in either push up bra and tight fitting shirt or a loose blouse that let the tops of her pale mountains show and push forth. Whenever she talked to me she’d lean over to let me peek at those pale peaks or open her skirt and rub her legs ever so slightly in a way that always set me on fire.

“That just isn’t true Mr Durwood,” Amanda said to me in lecture one day, “the laws of physical and biology don’t apply to everybody,”

“Don’t be silly,” I had challenged Amanda, “I guess you three are the only exceptions,”

“Not just us Mr Durwood,” Rachelle had replied, “Just an amazing few,”

“I guess you break every rule then,” I challenged again.

“Only rules worth breaking,” Amanda replied.

“Do you always keep the rules Mr Durwood?” Rachelle challenged and the 3 burst into giggles.

My name is Marc Durwood and I’m a physics lecturer at Northfield University or at least I was. One day I hope to return to my post and enjoy the rest of my teaching life, one day.

Amanda’s literal right hand woman is Rachelle. Rachelle is sporty and sassy. Rachelle is tall so years of playing netball has left her lean, tanned and muscly. Her legs are the longest, firmest, tannest, smoothest things I’ve ever seen and I’ve seen a few. Rachelle’s staple is short sport shorts or the occasional skirt and she lets her long supple arms show which she’s kind enough to rub on occasions.

The final member of the 3 is the quiet one and the one worth watching. Iris is a Chinese princess with classic swept features a lean body, small but perky breast and legs of pure white marble. She doesn’t say much despite her great English but when she does speak it’s worth listening to what she says. She’s as smart as a handpicked tack from super tack school and she carries herself with such deportment that there are rumours she’s descended from royalty. She didn’t talk to me at that juncture, just held my gaze with brown, deep amorous eyes that swept my soul away. Her staple were always stylish, tasteful dresses of the long or short variety.

“I keep every rule worth keeping,” I told them.

“Do you keep the rules of biology Mr Durwood?” Iris asked me coolly.

“I always keep the rules of biology,” I told Iris proudly.

I was in my small office doing everything but working on my thesis when a knock came at the door.

“Who is it?” I called.

“Amanda,” Amanda called sweetly.

I stole myself to face the three I expected to see on the other side but when I opened the door but it was just her.

“Amanda, what can I do for you?”

She smiled up at me with her large and inviting heaving breasts. She wore short shorts and her smooth white legs ended in tasteful shoes – of course.

“Can I come in? The hallway is freezing,”

I stepped away from the door, “I can’t promise that the air conditioning is any better in here but come in,”

“Thank you,”

She closed the door and sat herself down in the middle of my couch and crossed her legs. I leaned in on the chair facing her.

“So what’s the problem?”

She adjusted the line of her shirt around her breasts and I swear I saw nipple.

“Well … I feel like I’m falling behind in physics,”

“Well do you concentrate in my lectures?”

“Oh I do, we always do. We love watching you lecture,” her hands ran down her legs, “You’ve got real style and a great … presence,” her cheeky blue eyes held mine and she smiled. I was grateful that I was behind a chair but nevertheless I came around and sat down across from her. I saw her eyes watch the front of my jeans and I felt joy that I shouldn’t.

“Well if you’re concentrating and doing the course work then I don’t see what the problem is,”

“I’m the kind of girl that gets distracted really easily,” she stroked her hair, straightening it in front of me.

“Rachelle and Iris are pretty distracting,”

“Aren’t they?” and her hand found an itch on her knee and she started rubbing circles, “They’re soo … distracting, aren’t they?”

“I try to stay on topic in lecture. So sit apart from them and your concentration will go up,”

“Oh I doubt that. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love watching your lecture but I’d miss my sisters,” she rubbed her calf all the way to her ankle, “They’re just so charming and pretty and …,” she giggled and licked her top teeth.

“True as that may be,” I shuffled to conceal my huge hard on, “They’re affecting your grades. You’re a smart enough kid you can do it on your own,”

“Oh I know I can,” she uncrossed her legs and I looked left. When I looked back she was rubbing the tops of her thighs, “There’s no doubt I can do it when I try. The result are in. It’s just …”

“Yes,” I sat forward and she rubbed her legs slowly.

“I’ve been thinking for a long, long … *long* time that maybe if I got some personal tuition …”

“No Amanda …”

“In the canteen at lunch time, just 45 minutes,” she leaned forward and I caught myself looking at her breasts again.

“There are masters students that can tutor you, I’m sure if you pay them a little,”

“I’d rather pay you. You’re the best at this,” she counter crossed her legs and adjusted her shirt line again, “You are *huge* in your field,”

“Money and my size is not the issue,” what the hell was I talking about?

“But it’ll be fun and I’ll learn a lot, I promise you,” hands sliding on legs and me not looking away, “You’ll be helping me to pass and you want me to pass don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” she smiled and kept rubbing her legs while I fought to keep my eyes on her smirking, pleading ones.

“… Just you? Not the other two,”

“Not Rachelle or Iris,”

“What about Iris? She could tutor you,”

“Iris is really busy and I really want you … Please Mr Durwood,” she sat there pleading with heaving breasts whilst rubbing her legs, “It won’t take long I promise you,”

“One time, 45 minutes. When’s a good time for you?”

“After lecture next Thursday?”

“Ok,”

“Yes!”

“I can’t promise to change the earth for you,”

“Oh but you can, you can Mr Durwood. You’re way more powerful than you realise,”

“I think I know where my limits lay,”

“So, next Thursday?”

“Certainly,”

Amanda jumped up, “I can’t wait to tell Iris and Rachelle, they’ll be so pleased,”

“I thought they weren’t coming,”

“They’re not but they’ll be happy for me,” Amanda was next to the door and my member was finally small enough for me to stand. I got up and she got into my personal space.

“Thank you,” she held up her arms to hug me and I hesitated. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me down to her height. My arms wrapped around her and discovered her supple waist.

“You won’t regret this, you’ll see,” Amanda smiled, winked and swayed out the door.

Ok, I know what you’re going to say. I deserve this, I triggered it, I failed to stop it and you’re right. Despite the 3s considerable abilities if I had pushed Amanda to find another tutor right there and then I could have stopped it and kept my job. I still have my job by the way it’s just I can’t go back, not right now. Believe me I got what I deserved. So next Thursday rolled around and the Terrible 3 came into my lecture theatre again.

Amanda took her front and centre seat. She wore an orange top that showed the full outline of good rounded tops of her breasts and a short floral skirt. Rachelle took the seat next to her in tiny sport shorts and a clingy blue top and Iris sat up the back! That was something new. She was talking to Alice a really nice and cute girl who never hurt a fly. What did Iris want with her? She was no power seductress?

I started my lecture on the wonderful new frontier of particle physics and most of the class went to sleep. Iris was chattering away happily to Alice in the back and occasionally touching her on Alice’s supply yellow thigh. Amanda was pouting like a voluptuous goddess in front of me.

“So why do we need particle accelerators?” I challenged the students, “I mean they’re expensive, they take up tonnes of valuable real estate. We have very real housing, feeding the population and social problems so why do it?”

Iris put her slender hand up in a movement so graceful I got to enjoy every part of her arm, “Because we need particles to go faster,”

“Iris that’s like saying we need cars to go faster,”

“Racing cars are made to go faster,” Iris challenged

“Well that’s for the thrill,”

“So we can slam the particles into each other,” Iris continued.

“Yes, but why do that?”

Amanda opened her mouth, “So we can see what’s inside,”

“Precisely! And why do we need to do that?”

Rachelle smiling this time, “So we can find out what they’re made of,”

I was about to praise Rachelle when I observed Amanda next to her shuffle her legs and leave them slightly open. Pink panties rolled into view and I retreated behind my lectern.

“Exactly Rachelle, we want to find out what they’re made of,” and the Terrible 3 giggled.

And that’s how the rest of the lecture went. Me talking, Rachelle touching Amanda occasionally and making suggestive comments, Iris up the back chatting into Alice’s smiling ear and Amanda the orange, floral and pink queen pushing my attention away, pulling it back, licking her lips, uncrossing and crossing her legs and of course those pink panties. I sweated and occasionally stammered in my own private heaven.

At the end of the lecture Amanda stood and walked past me, “See you in the canteen Mr Durwood,” she cooed.

“I’ll be there soon,” I promised.

I waited in the canteen with considerable nervousness. Amanda probably left me there to build tension on purpose. I had chosen the couches at the back corner so it’d be quiet and we wouldn’t be disturbed. I wondered if Amanda could see me.

“Sorry to keep you waiting Mr Durwood,” Amanda stood before me, a tall and voluptuous goddess in that floral skirt, rounded breasts and I thought about those concealed pink panties from before, “May I sit here?” she pointed to the seat next to me, “Of course,” I replied.

She sat on the couch and I felt it move behind me. I nervously pulled out my notes and laid them on the table before us.

“So I’ve been thinking about which aspects of the course I should teach you …”

“Yes,”

“And I’ve decided that I should probably let you tell me what are the particular aspects your struggling with,”

She smiled and looked me straight with her powerful blue eyes that I’d never really noticed before, “All of it. I’m so confused Mr Durwood, all the time. My mind is empty most of the time,”

“That just simple isn’t true Amanda. You are a bright girl,” then I noticed Iris and Rachelle at the table near us, talking to Alice. Iris and Rachelle both touched her legs under the table and she was smiling and having a ball.

“I’m not really,” Amanda continued as she found an itch on her knee to scratch. She rubbed over the spot again and again, “I know I look smart but underneath it all, deep, deep down I’m not thinking anything at all. I’m a complete blank,” she smiled, stared at me with those deep blue eyes and scratching circles on her thighs.

“So shall we start at the beginning?”

“A very good place to start,” her tongue rolled across her top teeth.

“Are we interrupting anything?” Rachelle sat down across from me and put her legs under her chin. Iris put her hand on my leg and squeezed as she climbed over me. Her thigh went past my face and she sat down beside me.

“What are you doing? What you up to?” Rachelle asked as she rubbed an itch on her calf.

“Are you tutoring Amanda Mr Durwood?” Iris asked coolly smiling at me.

“Mr Durwood is teaching me,” Amanda replied and slapped my leg a few times.

“Good she needs instruction,” Iris’s cool voice dripped, “Don’t let us stop you,”

“… Excuse me what are you two doing here? This is a private session,”

“Ooo a private session!” Iris and Rachelle both giggled.

“Oh let them stay please Mr Durwood, please!” Amanda begged and touched my leg.

“Please,” Iris cooed close to my ear.

“Please,” said Rachelle as she rubbed her legs, “You could really help all of us. It would be beneficial to everyone,”

The three giggled and Amanda rested her hand on my leg and left it there. She appealed to me with luminous blue eyes, “Please,”

“… Alright, for the sake of efficient teaching,”

“Yay!” the three giggled and Rachelle stamped her feet.

“Then please continue,” Iris smiled at me with warm brown eyes.

…

“Ok … were to begin,” it was a little bit difficult to think, “What part do you need help with most Amanda?”

“All of it. I want instruction in all of it,”

The three giggled and I turned pages in front of me while Rachelle crossed her legs and rubbed her thighs in front of me.

“That’s a very impressive pile of notes you’ve got there Mr Durwood,” Iris cooed.

“I’ve always been impressed by Mr Durwood sizable preparations,” Amanda followed.

“Rachelle do you want some instruction?” Iris asked.

“Mmm, it would do me a power of good,” Rachelle hummed and stroked her legs.

“What’s the hold up Mr Durwood,” Iris touched my leg and leaned in to where I was almost doubled over looking at my pages, “Begin,”

“I’ve just lost my place,” I replied trying to make sense of my notes. The 3 giggled.

“Let me help you,” Amanda squeezed in next to me and took the notes from my hand, “Maybe I can organise them for you,”

“Amanda has a special skill of organising,” Iris said.

“She’ll straighten you out,” Rachelle smirked,

“Let me have a look,” Iris leaned across my back and pushed me down slightly, “That doesn’t belong in there. Let’s rearrange this,”

“Excuse me they are my notes,”

“Relax Mr Durwood,” Iris’s breasts were pushing against my back, “Amanda is a very gentle rearrangerer,”

“You asked me to pick out which bits I needed to learn so let me pick,”

“Ok,”

Rachelle pulled her legs under her chin again and ran her hand up her supple, brown thigh, “Mmmm,”

“Oh I definitely want this bit,” Amanda pulled a note out, “and this bit and I’d love this bit,” she pulled a note out and laid it on my lap. Her hand lightly brushed my engorged member.

“Let’s see, let’s see,” Iris squeezed in against me and looked down at the note on my lap. Rachelle leaned across and suddenly all three of them were looking at my lap.

“Wow that’s impressive!” Rachelle said.

“I’d love to learn about that,” Amanda said.

“Now that’s something worth instructing,” Iris cooed.

Rachelle rubbed her legs agonisingly slowly and I couldn’t help but stare and think about the girls looking my crotch and how much I was enjoying this while at the same time I didn’t know where to look.

“Well begin Mr Durwood,” Amanda said softly and squeezed my leg.

“He’s forgotten,” Iris said.

“He’s forgotten everything,” Rachelle said.

“It’s surprisingly difficult to concentrate when you’re surrounded by 3 beautiful women,”

“We know!” the 3 said and cacked themselves laughing.

“Come on Mr Durwood! No time to collect your thoughts,” chirped Iris, “Concentrate,” Iris squeezed my thigh.

“Concentrate,” Amanda squeezed my thigh and smiled with deep blue eyes.

“Concentrate,” Rachelle ordered and ran her hands up and down her legs slowly.

“… I can’t,” the 3 burst out laughing, “I just can’t … my organisation is a complete shambles,”

“You need a mnemonic Mr Durwood,” suggested Amanda.

“Great idea Amanda!” said Iris, “Something to help you recall everything when you need it. Something that instantly brings it all back,” she squeezed my leg and leaned against me till I almost fell on Amanda’s breasts.

“Just a word would do,” Rachelle stroked heaven into her legs, “Anything that triggers a relaxed and receptive state,”

“Where answers just come to you,” Iris snapped her fingers.

“Something that anchors answers in your mind,” cooed Amanda.

“And lets you accept new ideas,” Rachelle smiled slyly and stroked her legs.

“I think Amada should pick the word. Don’t you Mr Durwood?” Iris’s eyes were deep, brown and sexy and I felt great, “Look at her,” Iris commanded.

“Me? Well I’ve thought about it for a *long* time and I was so relaxed and confused that I couldn’t decide,”

“Oh come on!” Rachelle chipped in, “It couldn’t have taken you that *long*,”

“It takes a *long* time to come up with a good word,” Iris cooed, “Don’t you agree Mr Durwood?”

“Oh absolutely it take ages,”

“Not ages,” Rachelle corrected, “Long,” and she stroked deep circles on her magnificent legs.

“Long,” Iris repeated as she squeezed my legs and I looked into her eyes.

“Long,” Amanda squeezed my leg and I looked deep into her blue eyes.

“The *longer* I think about it the more it makes sense,” Rachelle said.

“Let’s just let that sink in for a minute,” Iris said and I was confused.

“Well thank you for the lesson Mr Durwood,” Iris squeezed my leg.

“I’ll be sure to remember. It was a *long* wonderful lesson,” Amanda goddess squeezed my leg and her blue eyes were amazing.

“We’ll be seeing you before *long*,” Rachelle said as she stood up.

Amanda leaned over and I was staring at perfect breasts, legs and deep, deep wonderful eyes, “Relax Mr Durwood. You look tired, take a few minutes to refresh yourself and remember the … *long* … great time we had. I few minutes you’ll be as right as rain. See you Mr Durwood and thank you!”

They left me and I tried slowly to reorganise my notes but it wasn’t easy. I was confused but most of all I realised that I hadn’t taught Amanda anything.

It was Friday and I was feeling more at easy and relaxed about the weird lesson yesterday. I was confused about what had happened a little but I was organising and teaching normally.

It was Rachelle I saw in the distance waiting against the wall, headphones in with one perfect, brown leg jutted forth from the wall.

“Hello Rachelle,”

“Hello Mr Durwood,” Rachelle pocketed her earphones and started following me, “Thanks for the lesson yesterday,”

“It wasn’t much of a lesson. I’m not sure anyone learnt anything,”

“We’re learning all the time. It wasn’t a long lesson,”

“It felt like a long lesson. Are you following me Rachelle?”

“Yes. I need to ask you a question. It won’t take long,”

“Fire away,”

“Amanda, Iris and I are having Japanese for dinner tonight and we want you to join us. To say thank you,”

“Maybe it’s me who should be thanking you,” where did that come from? “Thanks Rachelle but the canteen was enough,”

“Amanda wants to thank you,” Rachelle stopped and backed against the wall. She propped her leg up and scratched an invisible itch.

“We all want to thank you. Promise you’ll have a good time,”

“No doubt but I’m busy,” I wasn’t. My social life is pots.

“Oh come on Mr Durwood spend the night with us,” she hummed, “Cancel whatever you’ve got on and take a short walk to an exciting restaurant. We know you live in the city so it won’t take *long* to get there,”

I hesitated and watched her rub her thigh.

“I promise it won’t take long and you’ll have a great night to remember,”

“Or not,” again what was that?

“Mmmm,”

“Alright I’ll be there,”

“Great! Give me your mobile number and I’ll text you the details,”

I did.

“See you tonight Mr Durwood,” Rachelle winked and walked off with swinging hips. I shook my head and walked off.

What was I doing and why was I going there? I asked myself as I headed toward the Izakaya (Japanese pub) the 3 had nominated. Normally I’d never have dinner with my students and I wouldn’t tutor them either so why are these 3 so different? I thought about it for what seemed like a long time but the walk to the restaurant was incredibly quick.

It was a split-level restaurant, like every other in this cramped city, tastefully decorated with soft dark wooden décor and nice cushioned seats. Relaxing music played as I entered and asked about Amanda and the others. The nice waitress directed me downstairs to the private rooms and slid open a dark panelled door to reveal Amanda, Rachelle and Iris waiting for me inside with half a table of food, already eating.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” I said to everyone but my eyes met Amanda’s and I couldn’t help but admire her deep blue.

“We weren’t waiting long,” said Iris as Rachelle got up from next to her.

“Have a seat,” offered Rachelle pointing to the space beside Iris and she left, presumably for the bathroom.

Anyone who knows a Japanese Izakaya knows that in the private rooms people sit at a low table and knelt on cushions in a tatami matted room. It’s also cramped so as I knelt next to Iris my leg accidentally brushed her slender, creamy marble one, which is always nice when you’re wearing upmarket shorts. “Sorry,” I said.

“Not at all,” replied Iris and delicately dabbed her mouth with a napkin.

“Did it take you long to get here Mr Durwood?” Amanda asked. It was easy to look at Amanda who looked magnificent tonight. Apart from stunning blue eyes her heaving breasts were clearly pushed up under a jumper that was cut off to reveal her slender, bare arms. She was wearing a long black skirt with a slit in it so one creamy thigh was revealed in her knelt position.

“Not long. I live not far from here in the heart of the city,”

“It must be very comfortable living in the heart of the city,” Amanda began and I found myself looking at Iris’s marble legs and low hanging top which she wore like a princess.

“It’s incredibly convenient,” I said, “I’m sorry, I don’t feel like I taught you anything at all the other day,”

“Not at all,” Amanda smiled, “I always enjoy your instruction. You’re very clever and wise, although you talk way too *long*,”

“Sorry about that,” I looked down at her rounded breasts.

“Not at all,” Amanda cooed, “I love the sound of your voice it just goes on a bit *long* … We took the step of ordering for you. You were late and taking a long time getting here. Sorry we didn’t mean to tread on your toes,”

“Not at all, I like surprises. What are we having?”

The screen door opened again and in walked Rachelle. She sat down next to me so now it was Iris on one side, Rachelle on the other and Amanda in front of me. It was a position I’d find myself in often. I was about to protest to Rachelle that there was a space going next to Amanda but I didn’t. Maybe at that point I noticed how wonderful Rachelle’s blue dress was or her muscular, toned and bronzed legs so close to my own or the hint of white panties under that dress which Rachelle quickly corrected. Anyway, to my detriment I didn’t bring it up.

“So, what are we having?” I asked again.

“Well …” Amanda licked her lips and guided me around the table with her slender arm, “To start with we’re having pickled vegetable, over here we have mince and eggplants, meat on skewers and over here piping hot hot pot,”

“Sound good,”

“We like it,” smiled Iris.

“So, let’s tuck in,” I suggested.

“Please go ahead Mr Durwood,” said Rachelle.

We sat there in silence for a while eating as I watched the 3 smile at each other and all that amazing flesh around me and felt like I was really lucky.

“How is the food Mr Durwood?” asked Amanda.

“It’s delicious,”

“He likes it!” Iris called and the 3 giggled. Amanda shuffled her position so one leg was stood up and I glimpsed pink panties.

“Goes down so easily doesn’t it?” Rachelle said as she shuffled closer to me.

“I’ve been *longing* for this,” Iris smiled.

“Would you like a drink Mr Durwood?” Rachelle touched my hand and I turned to look at her and noticed her cheeky, green eyes, for the first time?

Even as I was breath taken by Rachelle’s natural beauty a voice went off in the back of my head as indeed I was trained to react, ‘You don’t have drinks with students,’ autopilot took over, “No thank you, water will do me,”.

“We insist,” Amanda said, “The plum wine here is excellent and is the perfect sweet compliment to the salty dinner. Let us order you one,”

“Let’s,” said Rachelle with a hand on my thigh and I looked at her green eyes.

Iris’s delicate hand warmed my other thigh, “Let’s” her brown eyes sparkled.

“ … Alright, why not, thank you,” the 3 smiled.

“He thanked us!” Rachelle said excitedly and squeezed my thigh.

Amanda pushed the button and soon she was placing the order with the waitress who quickly departed.

Rachelle and Iris both moved closer to me until our legs were practically touching. I looked around at the smiling three.

“I hope we’re not waiting *long* for our food,” Iris began.

“It never takes long here,” Rachelle continued, “They good at preparing food like that,” and she snapped her fingers.

“It’s a really good mix of food too,” Amanda chipped in, “It goes down really easily,”

“Don’t waste it,” continued Iris, “Chew on it for a long, long*, long* time,” the three giggled, “Do you like Japanese food Mr Durwood?”

“I love Japanese food,”

“He loves Japanese food,” smiled Rachelle and she rubbed her legs. Amanda font an itch in her own calf and she started massaging it.

“I’ve got to say Amanda,” Iris began, “you are looking great today. Don’t you think she’s looking great today Mr Durwood?” Iris leaned on me.

“She looks lovely as always,”

“Can we call you Marc Mr Durwood?” Rachelle asked as her hand slid across my thigh.

“Marc,” said Amanda as she looked into my eyes, “are we that close?” Amanda moved her hand back and forth between me and her, “Are we so intimate that we can call you Marc?”

“Please Marc,” cooed Iris as she touched my thigh delicately.

The drink arrived and I took a sip. Amanda rolled her tongue over her teeth.

“… Marc it is,” I resigned.

“He let us call him Marc!” said Rachelle.

“And buy him food,” added Iris, “By the way Amanda you are looking exceptional tonight. I mean you looked good before but now you’re 10 times better looking in that top. Don’t you agree Marc?”

“I do,”

“A hundred times,” added Rachelle as she pulled on my leg so I’d look in her eyes.

“Yeah you’re a million times sexier in that top,” cooed Iris.

“Mmm I can’t take my eyes off of you,” smiled Rachelle.

“Thank you,” said Amanda coolly and she rubbed her leg slowly, “But I want to know what Marc thinks. What do you think Marc? Don’t think about it too *long*,”

“You’re incredibly sexy. I didn’t realise how much,”

“She sexy,” Rachelle rubbed my leg.

“Oh she’s sexy,” Iris turned my head with her hand so I gazed at her brown eyes. Iris rested both of her hands on my leg, “Is she your type Mr Durwood, I mean Marc?

“For a student … sure,”

“Mmmm,” Rachelle

“Mmmm,” Iris, “So sweet,”

“You two stop it,” Amanda stepped in to save me, “you’re making him uncomfortable,”

“We’re not making him uncomfortable,” said Rachelle as both her and Iris squeezed in against me and rubbed my thighs.

“Look at me Marc,” Amanda began and I watched her heaving breasts, “You don’t have to listen to these two …”

“Unless you want to,” Iris butted in.

“But you do have to listen to me because I like you so much Marc I want to tell you a story about a man who found peace. Can I tell you this story Marc?”

“Please,” anything to keep those hands rubbing my legs and Amanda’s sexy eyes.

“There was a pilgrim who had travelled for many miles and he was very, very tired. So tired that he stopped and rested under a big old tree with big knarred branches. And as he sat there looking up at the long white clouds passing overhead he realised how long his journey had been and how tired he was and how much he could lay down and go to sleep right there on the comfortable grass,”

“Mmm,” I heard Iris distantly.

“What happened then?” Rachelle dripped in my ear.

“Well then he put his head down and before he knew it he was in a deep, deep, comfortable sleep,”

“Not much of a story …” I mumbled.

The next thing I remember is that I’m staggering down the street, linked arms with Amanda and I’m quite drunk. We’re heading towards a karaoke bar because they said they wanted to go. At least I think that’s right – it’s not important. What is important is that I’m linked arms with Amanda, staring at her breasts and the butt of the two beautiful women in front of me and her deep, deep blue eyes.

“Almost there Marc!” called Rachelle.

“Just follow us,” Iris called, “Amanda will lead you,”

“Don’t worry about those two,” Amanda smiled and touched my face, “Just listen to me. We’re almost there. We’re going to arrive soon” she touched my hip.

And sure enough before long we were in a karaoke booth. I was singing my head off and feeling wonderful.

What was I singing? I can’t remember. I think it was ‘I can’t get enough of your love babe,’ a favourite of mine.

What I was aware of was that Amanda was squashed in next to me and Iris and Rachelle were in front of us. Rachelle had long slow itches he rubbed in her legs almost constantly and now it was Iris that was bending over, me watching her cleavage and occasional upskirts at blue panties.

Amanda put her hand on my thigh and refilled my beer, “Are you having a good time Marc?” Those blue eyes, so soft and so deep and her hand squeezing my thigh, so warm.

“I haven’t had this much fun in years,”

“Glad you’re enjoying it. I want you to have fun and truly express yourself tonight,” Amanda smiled.

“Singing is a great way to do it,” I said.

“Drinking too,”

“That too,” Iris’s blue panties were in plain view as she talked to singing Rachelle and I let my hand drift onto Amanda’s thigh. She gently moved it away.

There was a knock at the door.

“Yay!” went Rachelle and Iris jumped up to get the door. The door swung open and Iris put her hand on Alice’s shoulder to help her in.

“Alice!” I said. She was probably the last person I had expected to see. Gandhi could have walked in first.

Alice smiled and waved at me. She was dressed in a short pink dress. She was tall and had slim but taught yellow legs a kind face and long flowing black hair. Her shoulders were visible under straps and I’d never really admired the elegant shape and regal lines of her shoulders.

Iris offered Alice a drink but she turned it down and she sat down. Iris sat next to her, pushed her playfully on the shoulder, pointed at me and said something I couldn’t hear above the music. Alice giggled.

Amanda squeezed my thigh, “Alice looks good tonight,”

“She looks good all the time but I’ve never seen her dressed like that,”

“Suits her?” Rachelle asked.

“Yes it does,”

“Marc says your dress suits you,” Amanda called.

“Oh thank you,” Alice replied and straightened her skirt.

“It does,” I said and took a drink.

Iris touched Alice’s leg and left her hand there as she whispered something into her ear. More giggling.

“How *long* has it been since you sang karaoke Marc,” Amanda asked and I watched her heavenly breasts heave.

“A long time,” I replied, “Probably my teenage days,”

Rachelle pulled her legs up under her chin and rubbed over them slowly, deliberately.

“That’s way too *long*,” Amanda chewed her lip and I was spellbound, “You’ve got to have more fun Marc,”

“I really do,” I was looking at Alice looking back at me and giggling. Iris’s hand was slightly stroking Alice’s thigh and the delicate movement held me spellbound. Iris noticed me staring and she ran her hand down Alice’s calf. Alice was surprised but giggled and Iris turned Alice’s head to whisper something into her ear that seemed to get her hot.

Rachelle shuffled closer to Amanda and I, crossed her legs and rubbed circles on her knee, “What’s happening over here?”

“Marc was promising to have more fun,”

“With us?” asked Rachelle.

“Sounds nice,” I said distantly. Amanda’s warm hand stroked my thigh, “I didn’t know you 3 were so close to Alice,”

“She looks great tonight, doesn’t she?” said Rachelle.

“Really special,” added Amanda.

“Take the microphone Marc,” Rachelle passed the microphone to me.

“Oh that’s right, I need to pick a song don’t I? Shouldn’t Alice go first?”

“She’s warming up,” Amanda cooed, “First it’s your turn then it’s my turn,”

“I can’t wait to see you take the mic Amanda,” Rachelle laughed.

“What’s a good song?” I looked through the book and settled on ‘You Shook me all Night Long’.

As I belted out the song at my drunken best Rachelle and Amanda curled up next to each other, staring at me.

Iris was leaning on Alice, touching her hand and leg, talking, laughing and Alice was staring at me with starry eyes. Her eyes were sweet I decided, and there was something else in them – desire.

I was hard as despite the drunkenness and singing, I was standing and I didn’t care, I should care.

I finished the song and sat back down next to Amanda. “That was maleficent,” Amanda slapped my back.

“Mmmm,” said Rachelle and rolled her tongue over her top teeth as she brushed her heavenly legs. Iris whispered something into Alice’s ear while pointing at me.

Alice got up and stood above me. I looked up past her slender thighs to glowing shoulders to her starry eyes, “That was awesome Mr Durwood …”

“Call him Marc,” suggested Rachelle.

“Can I sit next to you?”

“Sure,”

Alice sat down right next to me and now I was squeezed between Amanda and Alice, watching Rachelle rub her legs and if I looked over at Iris she had one foot up on the table so blue panties were revealed above her marble thighs and floral dress. Wow this was one hell of a place!

Iris started singing a song about lovers that I wasn’t paying attention to. It was in Chinese but the video of the two young lovers and her tone of voice said enough.

I was aware of Alice staring at me and I kept turning my head to look at her.

Rachelle put a foot on the table and rubbed up and down her leg, “Oh this is a *long* song,”

“A really *long* song,” Amanda gazed at me with blue eyes.

“A really long, long, *long* song,” cooed Rachelle

“I’ve been longing for this song for a long, *long* time,” Iris sang.

“Marc?” Alice said.

“Yes?” I turned to face her and her face was red. She reached out both hands and touched my thigh. Amanda and Rachelle started humming something romantic in the background.

“Do you really like this dress?”

“I do it’s gorgeous,” her legs parted slightly and I was gazing down at yellow panties.

“I look good like this?” she leaned in with glassy eyes and full lips.

“… Amazing,”

“Good, I’m really glad you like it because … because,” and she closed her eyes, leapt in and kissed me. Not just any old kiss but a long passionate kiss. And I put my hands on her thighs and leaned into her too.

“Go for it Marc!” called Rachelle.

“Live large!” yelled Amanda.

“And long!” Iris called.

Alice’s arms came around me and one of my hands felt over her shoulders up to her neck and through her long, silky hair. I kissed her face, her neck, her eyes but most of all her full, full lips. My other hand worked over her thigh and brushed against those panties which I wanted so much.

I looked over at the Terrible 3 and they were singing love songs and ignoring us completely.

Alice put my hand on her breast and I squeezed. Under my other hand she was panting hot and wet. She leaned in and whispered into my ear, “Make love to me Marc,”

On the back couch as the Terrible 3 sang I slid down her pants rubbed my hands up her thighs and my head went down on her. She gasped and I heard giggling and a voice in the back of my mind saying, ‘This is wrong! She’s a student and I’m responsible! I’m in public, how is this happening?!’ and there was another voice driving me on and deeper and deeper into Alice’s velvet tunnel. Rachelle passed me a condom, “Use this,”

I’m not sure how long I was on top of Alice as I sucked on her breasts, kissed her neck, watched her body heave up and down, panting and how sweaty we both were. I became aware of a knock at the door and the Terrible 3 turned them away. Her velvet tunnel was magnificent and I gazed into Alice’s eyes as I came into paradise.

What had I done? The rest of the night was a bit blurry but I remember being groped by all 4 and having a ball. I don’t remember going home and going to sleep but now it was day and some things were clear. I’d slept with Alice, in public and they’d wanted me to. My job was at severe risk and what was I thinking hanging with students, terrible or not? The walk to the university is very short for me but I concocted what to say on the way in … somehow.

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That’s part 1! Please see next post for part 2. Michael White is a professional writer with 22 unique femdom stories on Amazon. Please PM me for links to my wider work, website, twitter and more. Thank you and enjoy!

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