I was used as a sex toy for lesbians in college

At eighteen, I was the pretty-boy punk in college. Alternative clothes, metrosexual vibes, and golden-retriever energy for anyone who caught my interest.

I was still raw from a recent heartbreak and struggling to connect with anyone. That changed one Friday night at a house party when Tara stormed into my life.

She was a manic 28-year-old pixie with curly brown hair, full curves, big tits, and tattoos covering her skin. She wore a faded Bikini Kill shirt and commanded every room she entered. I was stuck in the keg line when she skipped in front of me, eyed my shirt, and smirked.

"Aww, The Faint? That's so gay and cute."

I shot back with a flirtatious grin.

"Careful, Rebel Girl."

Her whole energy shifted. In a low, predatory tone she said, "I like you. You're coming home with me tonight." Then she walked off.

We barely spoke the rest of the party, but she kept glancing over to make sure I hadn't left. At 1 a.m. she said her goodbyes, grabbed me by the shirt collar, and ordered, "We're going now." She walked me back to her apartment like a dog on a leash.

The second the door closed, she pounced. We made out hard while she immediately reached down and started stroking my cock through my pants. She yanked me by the shirt again and dragged me to her bed. She ripped her shirt off, revealing her large breasts with little tattoos scattered across them, then shoved my pants down.

"Mmm, I knew you were big," she said, biting her lip as she rubbed me over my boxers. "You tall skinny guys always are."

Things heated up fast. She climbed on top and tried to pin me down, giving off strong butch-lesbian domme energy. She clearly expected to stay in control. She had no idea I was a dominant.

It turned into a quick wrestling match. In about ten seconds I flipped her over, pinned her wrists above her head, and held her there. She fought hard, twisting, bucking, even trying to bite me, but I had her trapped.

"I fucking hate you," she growled, eyes dark with lust. I ground my cock against her hairy, soaking wet pussy while she squirmed beneath me. Then I released her wrists, leaned down, and sucked on her hard nipples, circling her areolas with my tongue. She moaned and petted my hair for a moment… before suddenly flipping me over and climbing back on top.

She straddled me cowgirl style, grabbed me by the throat, and sank down onto my cock in one smooth motion. "Fuck, you're so big!" she moaned, pressing her hands into my chest. She rode me hard, like a pogo stick, bouncing aggressively while choking me and growling, "Don't you dare cum yet."

Her intensity was wild. After several minutes she started to shake. "Cum for me now," she demanded. Her pussy clenched and she squirted hard as I exploded inside her exactly when she ordered it.

The aftercare was just as good. She pulled me into her soft chest, played with my hair, and let me suck on her tits while she held me like a comforting mother figure. We became close friends with benefits for several months after that.

Eventually she met a girlfriend and they decided to be monogamous. She still offered to be my wingman. And holy shit, she was the best wingman ever.

Every party we went to, she'd walk straight up to groups of women, even ones she didn't know, and announce, "Have you met Jack? He has a big, perfect cock and he's amazing in bed." I'd stand there blushing with a friendly smile while she hyped me up. Even if the conversation didn't go anywhere, there was almost always at least one girl who would pull me aside later and quietly ask if Tara was telling the truth.

"Wanna come back to my place and find out?" became my favorite line.

After a few months, word spread. Girls started recommending me to their friends as the trustworthy, discreet, well-endowed guy. That's how I ended up getting approached by a lesbian couple: Elizabeth and Barb.

Liz was bisexual and missed dick. Her butch girlfriend Barb asked if I'd be interested in helping them out. I said yes. The first time was a little awkward. I started by just watching them hook up. Then Barb looked over and said, "She's all warmed up for you now," like she'd just tuned up an engine and handed me the keys.

Elizabeth was average-looking. Pale skin, no makeup, thin with straight blonde hair. Her breasts were small but her nipples were long and sensitive. When she got turned on her pussy would swell and turn bright pink. Normally she wouldn't be my type, but knowing I was helping their relationship made it hot.

Barb fingered herself furiously while I fucked Liz doggystyle right in front of her. They both came hard at the same time, moaning together. We had a great night, so they invited me back.

The next visit, Barb admitted she'd spent the whole week obsessing over how hard I'd made Liz cum. She was curious now. "Is it really that different from our dildos?" she asked. That night I had to break another dominant.

I manhandled Barb and fucked her even harder than I'd fucked Liz. Even after she came, I kept going until she was a mumbling, drooling, trembling mess who could barely speak. I wasn't even that physically attracted to her, but dominating a masculine woman and turning her into a soft, submissive puddle was incredibly satisfying.

Just like with Tara, that couple told their friends. Within six months I had four different lesbian couples on rotation. The most common scene was me fucking one from behind while she ate out her girlfriend.

It was insanely sexually satisfying... but emotionally it left me feeling empty. It all ended when I got a real girlfriend my sophomore year.

I kept everything discreet, so she never found out. I've been in monogamous relationships ever since, and eventually got married.

To this day, no one, including my wife, knows that for almost a full year, a bunch of lesbian couples used me as their favorite shared sex toy.