Bonobo World 15 – The Rule of Three

Literotic asexstories – Bonobo World 15 – The Rule of Three by minski,minski
Series Disclaimer

In an alternate world where humans have more in common with the mild mannered, female lead Bonobos than with our brutish, male centered chimpanzee relatives, a young boy grows into a useful, productive male, lead by the strong women in his life.

This is an ongoing series, dealing with femdom and male submission.

If you find the description enticing, it is recommended to start reading it at part one.

If not — then not.

All characters are 18 or older and consenting adults.

After another long day at school our young submissive protagonist is called to a fateful appointment in which the three most important women in his life will determine his fate.

When Tina and Alex reach Ms. Marster’s office, Alex’s Mom already awaits them in front of it, smiling at them warmly.

“Children. There you are. I was beginning to fear I’d have to take care of my boy’s school career all by myself. How was your day?”

Alex just nods while Tina says some vague positive affirmative words.

“Nice. You’re looking good. The both of you. You’re glowing, Tina. Post orgasmic?”

The younger woman nods smiling.

“Debate Club.”

“Ah. I was in my school debate team as well in my days. Such good memories. Do you have some good male catalysts?”

“Excellent ones. Never fail to do their job and make every debater come.”

“Good. Did you know Lexi applied for the debate team? Didn’t have what it takes, the little guy. Passed the oral test with flying colours, but of course his little dick…”

The women share a knowing laugh about it.

“Well, probably for the better.”

Tina pinches his ass.

“I don’t think I could start something serious with one of those guys, I find it hard to see them as anything but props for the debate. Aren’t you glad you failed that test, huh?”

He nods a little shyly.

“And how was your day son?”

“We… we rehearsed the third act in drama club!”

His mother smiles knowingly. She’s a lover of theatre, knowing the play well.

“Did you do well?”

“Yes, Mom. Made Lady Capulet come after a few minutes!”

She pats his head.

“Good boy. I’m glad your teacher decided to have you perform for real on stage. Modern theater with its faked sex scenes is… well maybe more efficient, but it does a disservice to the classics. And frankly is disrespectful to the actresses. On stage orgasms are meant as a treat. And when it’s real – well, that’s an after school activity that is tailored to your talents. Once you overcome that silly shyness.”

She kisses her son’s lips and licks hers.

“I think I can still taste her. Yummy.”

As the women share another laugh, Ms. Marsters approaches her office, welcomes the women with hugs and kisses on the lips and then her student the same way. Alex cannot help but sneak a peak at the round ass of his teacher as she leads the three into her office, which earns him a sharp slap on the back of Sandrine and a wicked smile from Tina. He blushes deeply. Glad that she finds if funny, apparently, and not offensive. They sit down, the two women in both sides of the boy, the teacher on her side of the desk.

“So — I’m glad my hunch about you taking the boy under your wings was right, Tina. Good to see you here, too. You got some serious plans for him?”

The youngest woman in the room shrugs and nods at the same time.

“Maybe…”

Alex’s heart sinks a little…

“Probably. Yeah, I kinda like him, I think he’s worth my time.”

…and rises again as her uncertainty about him seems more teasing. He doesn’t know what he would do if she changes her mind about him now. He sees his future firmly in her hands.

Ms. Marsters nods with a smile. She has seen enough first time claims of young women to recognize the feigned disinterest, trying not seem overly eager in front of the boy and his mother. It is pretty obvious how much the young woman enjoys holding young Alex’s reigns. And he — well, the way he looks at her like a puppy at his mistress rescuing him from a shelter makes his crush almost painfully obvious. The black woman shares knowing looks with the boy’s mother. They see the teenager’s submission without having to use many words.

“Splendid. Now…”

The rest of the conversation takes place entirely between the women, rarely does his teacher even acknowledge his presence. It’s what he has expected. And it is definitely better this way. He has been feeling overwhelmed by this whole topic ever since Ms. Marsters brought it up yesterday. Not that he had much time to think about it, thank the Goddess, he had a lot of distractions. Still. He’s glad the women take such thorough care of him and his future.

“You’ve probably been wondering why I want to talk about Alex…”

The two women nod.

“No need to worry. Really, I assure you, he’s doing fine. Top third of his class, academically. Among the boys, obviously.”

The women nod, smiling. Nobody would expect anything else, ranking a boy with the women of his grade would be really pointless, rarely do the best even equal the lowest ranking women.

“So the reason I want to talk is actually that exactly. We should do something with the boy’s talents. Not just the intellectual ones, but also his skills in the more traditionally male fields.”

She smiles

“I took the liberty to test Alex servicing skills yesterday and I must say his little mouth and tongue are quite well trained. I can only compliment you, Ms. Jordan.”

“Sandrine, please. And thanks, even though I think I can say the little man has quite some natural skills. It was surprisingly easy to reach the level he’s at.”

Ms. Marsters nods.

“Interesting. Even more reason to give him some special attention. Oh, by the way — I’m Amara. So. There are some ways we could support your little man on his way into the future. Mostly depending on what you… both of you have in mind for him. I didn’t get him to say much himself about future plans so far…”

Alex blushes, feeling even more useless than before, gladly hearing his teacher continue.

“…which is pretty normal for a boys his age, really. Men are not the most resolute of beings, are they?”

Chuckles from his mother.

“Even the smarter ones, without a guiding female hand. I guess their little brains just get — overwhelmed with such a huge task as mapping their future. Right, boy?”

Alex nods.

“Yes, Ms. Marsters.”

“And it used to be easy in the good old days, with a limited amount of paths open to them other than stay at home and taking care of their mother’s or guardian’s family group. These modern days though…”

She sighs softly.

“So many of my male students actually want a ‘career’. Even take up studying. I’m not sure about this, personally. But of course it’s an option for a smart little boy like yours. Have you thought about that?”

He feels his mother’s gaze upon him.

“Study? Goddess, no. I know he’s a smart boy, but we’re not going to waste his Goddess given talents by training to compete with women in the job market, no, no. When the time comes, I’ll let him have some sniffs of the big world out there in my own company. Show him some suitable positions for men I can get him into, if he wants. Under my supervision.”

Ms. Marsters nods.

“Very sensible. I agree if men really have to work it should be in a tightly controlled environment. So then… We don’t have to put too much focus on his intellectual endeavours, I presume. I mean, we’ll make sure his little mind is properly occupied and prepared for the challenges a big world has for a little man like him if he must venture out some more…”

Sandrine nods with an agreeing hum.

“But we should focus his training and — stimulation to more traditional male skills? Soft skills?”

“Very much so. I don’t want a son who thinks he’s too smart or too good to to a man’s work. And that is and will always be primarily to support and service women. Am I right, Tina?”

“I couldn’t agree more, Sandy. I picked him because he’s a smart cookie, but I want his smarts to be put to a god use and not wasted trying to achieve things women are better at anyway!”

Ms. Marsters smiles at the two women across her desk and then at Alex too. Supportingly. He has not been asked for his opinion, obviously — and is glad he hasn’t, this whole thing is again making his head spin — thinking about all these big things is just not his forte. But he thinks he likes the way the women’s plan is going for him. It makes him feel safe. Comfortable.

“I’m glad were all on equal terms in this. I can be such a drag some times with some modern mothers who think their boys can do ‘better’ – the traditional gender roles are there for reason, are they not?”

Affirmative nods.

“I have already talked this through with Alex’s other teachers, they’re all on the same page, really. Well. One of the male teachers…”

She scoffs.

“… tried to convince me that we do send him off to study to maybe become teacher himself.”

Sandrine snickers.

“I’m glad we can all agree to ignore that pipe dream. So I’m sure they will all gladly support Alex on his way. All you have to do, young man, is to follow your teachers’ lessons. From now on there’ll be plenty of opportunities to boost your grades with — special tasks from the teaching staff, especially designed to further your male skills. We’ll of course also make sure your actual intellectual skills don’t wither — a boy with a bit of a brain is a rare thing that shouldn’t be wasted — but you need not worry about that. If you focus on your – special training and make good progress, you’ll graduate as the best boy of your grade, I can pretty much guaranty that with all the attention you’ll get.”

Alex feels himself blush — he had dreamed about being the best boy — although that would make him boy valedictorian which would mean he would have to give a speech. In public. But until now it had seemed out of reach, anyhow, no matter how smart he thought himself to be. But if now his other talents can get him there…

“Th… thank you, Ms. Marsters.”

“By the way – is he trained with other men already?”

His mother shakes her head.

“Haven’t gotten to that, yet, no.”

“No problem. His male teachers have declared interest to teach him some special skills as well, but of course unlike than the women, they only get to mingle with the students when explicitly allowed, anyway. We’ll put that part on hold for when – or if — you decide your boy’s ready for some bi training.”

She makes a note on the screen in front of her. As always when the topic comes up, Alex is not sure if he’s disappointed or relieved that it is postponed.

“I’ll prepare a schedule with my colleagues for Alex’s training sessions and send it to you two for approval, of course. And of course, I hope you’ll keep an eye on his progress? Judge his skills and let us know if you think there are fields he need more practice in!”

Both women nod. The idea of participating in training Alex into prefect little boy-toy for the modern world with a group of pedagogically trained women is promising. They both look at the boy between them and envision his future. Such well trained men can go a long way in this world.

Tina pats his had and ruffles his hair, making his mother join her. He flinches a bit can’t help but moan. He feels love in this room, care, dedication to make him the best he can be. All this attention — it makes him feel weird — awkward, insecure, but also cared for, appreciated. He swears to himself not to disappoint these women. Ever. He’ll be all they want him to be – the best man for them and every woman in this society. He slides off his chair onto his knees, kisses his mother’s, then Tina’s hand.

“Thank you. I feel humbled by all this care. Mother, Ms. Tina, I promise to be the best man I can be for you.”

They smile down at him. Warm. Gentle. Loving. Ms. Marsters laughs.

“Off to a very good start, isn’t he?”

She gets up behind her desk.

“Well, then. I’m happy this went so smoothly Shall we seal the deal, then?”

Sandrine grabs her purse and pulls out the two gadgets she brought in preparation for this. Alex gulps, but also smiles. Women are so smart. In his excitement about the appointment he hadn’t really thought about the logistics. At all. Of course he’s been servicing three women at a time – the night after his 18th birthday had gone very traditional – with an all out gang-banging of him by all the females of his family group. But this is more — professional. It’s the closing of an agreement between women, not a pleasure session, so the women will probably make it a team effort and use him all at once – this society’s traditional way to form a spiritual female bond, as closely knit as only using man together can achieve.

Looking at the toys, he knows his little dick would not be able to cope without some — support. And his mother knew. He is so grateful for her guidance and help.

“You haven used this one on him have you, Tina?”

His mother holds the strap-on and the new woman in their life shakes her head, smiling,

“I had in in my hand yesterday, but no. Obviously I was going to use Alex for my pleasure more first. Can’t wait, though.”

She takes it and begins to put it on.

“Amara. Any preference?”

“I only tried his mouth yesterday, I think I’ll go for his dick.”

Sandrine chuckles softly. And reaches for Alex’s penis sheath..

“You will need this, then. His cock isn’t really suited to satisfy a sophisticated woman’s needs…”

The teacher smiles back, but then shakes her head.

“Thanks — I guess I’ll try him without support. For now. See what he can do and what he can’t.”

Alex’s mother grins and strokes her son’s hard dicklet through his pants.

“Suit yourself, but you’ll need it. The little fast shooter won’t be able to last two minutes in a mature woman like you. Particularly Not with a cock in his ass.”

Ales feels his face heat up — not so much due to the women talking about his short comings – he’s used to that and thanks to his mother’s support able to face his failures. Yet — he feels his insides tingle with nervousness. He is glad his mother lowered his teacher’s expectations, he knows quite well he’s not sufficient for the type of service she demands of him. Ms. Marsters nods.

“We’ll cross that bridge when he comes on it. Thanks to thinking about it anyway.”

She picks up the rubber sheath and puts it to the side, dropping her pants and lying down on her desk, her thick thighs spread, her curvy body seductively lounging.

“Come here little man, show me what you’ve got.”

Blushing, Alex stands up and drops his school uniform hot pants. His cock is standing up, rock hard and in his unimpressive 12.5 centimetres. Ms. Marsters smiles and grabs his wrist to pull him between her legs. Her lips open welcoming, her pussy is wet, warm, inviting. Alex sighs and already has to actively hold himself back from getting too exited. He feels if he lets himself go, he could come before he completely entered his teacher for the first time. A woman’s pussy is such a rare treat for his small cock that it doesn’t know how to handle it. As the teacher’s muscles begin to massage him, he leans his scrawny body onto he soft curves.

His mother climbs on top of the desk, on all fours, places her pussy over the teacher’s face. The boy sees his teacher reach up and lick over her lips, suck on her clit, making the white woman giggle.

“Mhm, you’re a naughty lady, Amara. If you ever have enough of 18 year old students, you can give me a call for a ladies night! But now give my son a chance, We want him to practice, too, after all.”

Alex leans forward and puts his tongue between his mother’s pussy lips — they’re wet and glisten and he can taste the familiar, homely aroma of the maternal arousal. It always comforts him, always makes him feel special.

He doesn’t have much time to focus on his when he feels Tina press against his tight sphincter with his mother’s favourite cock. It’s a high-tech material — self lubricating, self warming to body temperature, perfect in texture and composition.

“The best cock in the world,” his mother always says. “Way better than anything any man has between his legs!”

Alex has little to compare it to — its certainly better than his own, but that’s not saying much.

He closes his eyes and groans as it enters his rectum. It is 25 centimetres long, with an impressive girth and enters his boi-pussy like a warm knife into butter. Due to the combination of the material, Tina’s skills and his practice with his mother, his ass offers no resistance to the artificial intruder, only the right amount of pressure needed to make it as enjoyable as possible. She slides into him fully, pushing his pelvis forward into his teachers hungry pussy and in no time, the two women have found the perfect rhythm, Tina ramming her cock into him, ramming his little dick into the black woman’s wet snatch while he hungrily devours his mother’s equally wet hole.

Sandrine moans the loudest, Alex is well aware. Tina’s grunts of course are more of physical strain than arousal, and as much as he would likes to imagine something else, his teacher’s soft moans sound more like mild amusement than full on arousal caused by his little dick inside her. He appreciates — a lot – that she even lowered herself to allow his penis into her divine feminine grotto. He is well aware he is not worthy of it and does very little to pay her back for it. Especially not as…

His mother was right, of course. The constant and merciless pounding of his asshole, together with the wet, hot throbbing of his teacher’s pussy milking his cock is bringing him to his limits way too soon. He does not manage to make it to the two minute mark his mother mentioned, barely to sixty seconds before he feels a contraction — not from his balls but from deep inside his bowels, where the hard cock rubs against his prostate, and with a squeal like a little piglet, he squirts into his teacher. He looks into his her eyes, shyly.

“I… I’m sorry, Ms. Marsters..”

“There, there, little Alex. Apology accepted, your shortcomings are not really your fault. Men are just to weak to control yourselves. Especially when you have to multitask.”

She pats his head and the other women laugh.

“Take your support, put it on and make yourself useful. Thank the Goddess your mother is aware of your shortcomings ”

The boy nods and, Tina’s cock still deeply buried in his ass, takes the cock sheath he made so extensive use of yesterday and puts it on his shrivelled little dicklet. As always, it feels weird – not him – to have such a big impressive penis, but he’s determined to make his teacher’s efforts worthwhile with the new support.

Effortless, his now big cock slides into the wet pussy, and the expression on the black woman’s face changes from mild amusement to actual arousal.

“Ah… now That’s a cock!”

Tina picks her rhythm back up, hard and dominant enough to take away any illusion Alex might have developed to be on top and in control. He doesn’t have any say in how deep and fast the fucks his teacher, he is just a conduit who provides his own rubber cock for the black woman’s pussy as an extension of the young woman’s penis.

His mother moans as he gets back to work on her as well, and immediately the room fills with grunts and screams of pleasure and bliss — Alex’s too. Unlike yesterday, when wearing the sheath meant pure altruist focus on the woman’s pleasure, the cock in his ass today gives him more than his deserved share of the bliss, even though his cock remains limp in it’s supportive sheath. He comes twice more until the deal settling is done. Both times it’s the thin, dripping sissigasm he gets from being used anally, not even filling the hollow inside of his sheath, but they are orgasms, nonetheless.

Ms. Marsters comes twice too, getting her well deserved appreciation for taking such good care of her student. After some minutes of Tina ramming the boy’s rubber cock into her pussy and his face into Sandrine, the women are brought to a final shared finish by Alex.

Tina is not, she gratefully refuses Sandy’s offer to have Alex eat her out quickly.

“I really enjoyed this session the way it was. Fucking Alex’s ass is — a treat in itself, isn’t it?”

Sandrine nods knowingly, pulling her panties back up.

“I was hoping you’d say that. He is a good little butt slut and I’d hate it if my boy’s custodian didn’t enjoy practising his anal skills.”

She pats her son’s ass cheek just as he bends over to put his shorts back on and the women share a laugh. Ms. Marsters leans over her desk, typing something into her screen.

“I’ll send a request to janitor to equip you with a set of strap-on and penis sheath from school supply, Alex. Our mouth-work is excellent, but the tastes of the teachers who agreed to join in your training are varied. You’ll probably need to have your ass and cock available for use at all times if you want to service them properly.”

“Yes, Ms. Marsters. Thank you, Ms Marsters.”

“They’ll be in your locker tomorrow morning.”

Of course boys’ lockers have no actual locks – no privacy for males — so it’s easy for the staff to do drop offs for boys like this.

He nods, truly grateful for being so well taken care of. His teacher hugs him, her big breasts pressing against his flat chest.

“Now go home and celebrate with your mistresses, Alex. You’ve just made a huge leap ahead towards becoming a man!”

She turns toward the younger woman.

“Oh, by the way, Tina. Have you finished your homework assignment with the boy already or were you too busy — getting to know him?”

She smiles.

“Of course not, Ms. Marsters. I wouldn’t neglect homework over a boy. Or allow him to neglect it.”

With a press of a button on her handheld, the essay is being transferred to her teacher’s system.

“How big is his share?”

“Hhm… you can give him the standard male grade – one below mine, I think. He wasn’t much use, intellectually, but he was a very good boy-toy for recreational use.”

The teacher nods.

“Alright then. See you next class. And I’ll come back to your offer, Sandrine, we should have a ladies night, I’d love to taste some more of your pussy.”

The women kiss open mouthed, Ms. Marsters slaps Alex’s ass before he and his newly formed little core family leave the school building, take a transport that gets them to Alex’s home in minutes — a time spend with lewd kissing, groping and making out, which will continue back at home all evening.