Jolene pointed at me firmly for further emphasis. She smiled confidently.
“We ain’t fuckin’ around here, Matt,” she continued. “We’re here to have us some fun. We ain’t no Catholic schoolgirls, fella, we’re god damn barrel racers! Now cowboy up, and drop your britches.”
“Come on, baby,” Lucky said quietly. “Quit your yammerin’. Take off your britches for these here cowgirls. Don’t be shy, baby.”
“Okay, okay,” I said. “Just because you seem like really nice girls.”
“Oh shit, we ain’t nice,” Maddie whooped. “That’s the god damn problem! We are some hell raisin’, barrel racin’ bitches right here!”
I stood up and moved my laptop around on the table to make sure that the camera was properly positioned to catch me dropping my jeans.
I checked the angle, and it looked like the cowgirls would have a clear view of my crotch.
“God, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I said, and unbuckled my belt. “I can’t believe you’re objectifying me like this…will you girls take something off too?”
“Fuck no,” Jolene replied with a snort. “We ain’t takin’ off shit. You’re the whole show tonight, mister. You’re the one in the hot seat, not us! You just be a good boy and do like we tell y’all, okay? Now take those pesky jeans off.”
I undid my belt, and slipped it out of the loops on my jeans. I threw it on the couch with my discarded shirt.
I slowly pulled open the button of my jeans, and then slid the zipper down at a ridiculous, almost glacial pace. The girls watched quietly with big smiles on their faces.
“That’s the way, baby,” Lucky whispered. “You take those jeans off for us now…that’s it, baby.”
With the girls watching my every move intently, I slid my jeans down slowly over my thighs, let them drop to my ankles, and then clumsily pulled them off over my bare feet. I set them on top of my shirt and belt on the couch.
I stood in front of my laptop in just my fitted Calvin Klein trunks. I was nervous with excitement at what would happen next.
Did these girls really want me completely naked? Or would they stop at my underwear? Had they had their fun? I certainly hoped not.
I resisted the urge to drop my underwear immediately and show them what I had hanging between my legs.
“We got him stripped down to his panties, girls,” Jolene hollered. “And don’t he look pretty, huh?”
At the sight of me in just my Calvins, the three girls let rip with a cacophony of obscene whistles, and then rowdily clapped their hands together.
They all got closer to the screen of their computer, and unashamedly checked out the enormous bulge in my underwear.
That bulge, however, only told half the story. Because my cock is so big, I actually have to tuck it between my legs when I’m wearing jeans.
“What in the Sam Hill have you got in your panties, hoss?” Maddie asked with a cheeky smile. “Those Calvins look stuffed! Is that all you in there, Matt? Or do you got a little help downstairs?”
“It’s 100 per cent, all-Australian cock and balls,” I smiled. “No additives.”
“Well, listen to you, Matt from Australia, with your dirty mouth and your big words,” Jolene giggled. “You do look to have quite the johnson hiding inside those spendy Calvin Klein skivvies.”
“Okay, enough yammerin’, y’all,” Maddie hollered. “Drop your drawers, sunshine!”
“Let’s see your snake and eggs, baby,” Lucky said. “Take ’em right off too…don’t just pull your panties down your legs and leave ’em stretched across your knees. I want you bare-ass naked, like the day you came outta your mama’s ditch.”
“Really?” I asked mildly. “You’re serious? You want to see me completely naked? I thought women preferred looking at men in nice underwear? To leave something to the imagination?”
“You been talkin’ to the wrong bitches, honey,” Jolene laughed. “You been steered wrong, boy! Women love lookin’ at men without the benefit of their under garments! Get those skivvies off, Matt! Y’all don’t look like you got nothin’ to be ashamed of no how!”
“Time to drop trou’, sunshine,” Maddie chuckled. “Let that swingin’ stick swing!”
“C’mon, baby,” Lucky cooed. “Get naked for us now. You can do it, baby. Don’t be shy…we won’t laugh…much.”
I paused, and then slowly slid my underpants down over my hips, first revealing my small, sandy brown patch of man-scaped pubic hair.
The girls took one look at my trimmed pubes and laughed uproariously. I stopped while they hooted and hollered.
“Oooohhh, ain’t he pretty?” Maddie whooped. “Look at his sweet little man-bush! I got more hair on my nethers than this boy!”
“I think it’s sexy,” Lucky said. “I like a man that takes care of himself some. It shows he gives a shit. If we was bumpin’ uglies, I reckon this boy would actually try and make us come. Keep goin’, baby…don’t stop there. Give us some sugar.”
I reconvened my strip act, and continued to slide down my underwear. The base of my cock was revealed, and then more and more of its shaft as my Calvins continued their downward journey.
I slowly pushed them down further, but my cock still hadn’t appeared in its big, meaty entirety.
“Holy shit,” Jolene said. “There’s more? This boy must have a god damn dingus like nothin’ I ain’t never seen!”
Finally, when my underwear was down near my knees, my cock slung out from where it was tucked between my legs, and popped free entirely. It bounced up and down comically as my Calvins cleared it.
I let my underpants drop to my ankles, plucked them up with my fingers, stepped out of them, and then put them on top of my shirt and jeans on the couch.