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“At least you just kissed him,” Maryam added in her Ghanaian lilt. “The first time he did that to me, I nearly yanked down his shorts and gave him a Mouth Gig.”

Helen’s eyes immediately dropped to the tent in my swim trunks, my erection big enough that it threatened to peek out above my waistband. Her tongue came out and trailed across her upper lip.

Precious reached out and tapped Helen’s arm, drawing away the bright-haired girl’s attention. “Here,” she offered, holding up Helen’s discarded bikini top.

“Oh, right.” Helen quickly put the top back on, exposing her nipples again for a few precious seconds before getting her girls tucked away. She gave me an apologetic look but managed a shy smile.

I popped my eyebrows, gave her a reassuring smile of my own, and brought both feet up onto the lounger in-between us. Pivoting and standing up, I jerked a thumb over to the house, I said, “I think I’m gonna get another beer. Anybody else want one?”

“Me!” Chidinma called from the edge of the pool.

“Me, too,” Maryam chimed in.

Once again, Precious tapped Helen on the arm, this time holding up the beer Anna had previously set down at the foot of the chair. Helen accepted it gratefully and immediately took a big swig. Shelooked like she wanted to say something, blinked twice, and then almost bashfully turned away while covering her lips with three fingers.

I shrugged and went into the house to fetch the beers.

“Look, nobody’s saying you can’t date him,” Uchechi said quietly. “He’s our friend, not our boyfriend. and it wouldn’t be fair for us to keep him from going out and--”

“Ah-hmm.” Anna had noticed my approach,looked up at me, and cleared her throat rather obviously. Sam’s voice abruptly cut off and she and Helen both turned around to follow Anna’s gaze.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” I said apologetically and jerked a thumb back toward the grill. “I was just coming to let you know the food’s ready.”

Uchechi gave me a weak smile and mumbled, “Uh, thanks.” Shelooked more worried about whatever I’d overheard than interested in the food. Helen remained silent butlooked at me curiously. It was more than a little weird to see two such extroverted chatterboxes be so taciturn.

I gave them a weak smile of my own and beat a hasty retreat. Chidinma had been hanging out with me, chatting while I’d been cooking. I’d already told Christy, Precious, and Maryam, and the three of them were by the grill filling their plates.

Uchechi, Anna, and Helen didn’t get up from their spot by the loungers for another five minutes. By then, the rest of us were assembled around the outdoor dining table beneath the covered patio.

Conversation was light and there wasn’t much teasing going on, with everyone busy eating. The table was meant for six, so fitting seven people wasn’t a big deal, but squeezing in eight chairs made things just a little bit crowded.

I was at the head of the table, as always, with Christy on my left and Precious next to her. Chidinma was usually on my right with Maryam and Anna along that side, and then Uchechi at the other end of the table. Uchechi and Anna brought their plates to their usual spots, but to my surprise, Helen set her plate down between me and Christy and asked Christy softly, “Mind if I squeeze in here?”

Christy arched an eyebrow before muttering, “Uh, not at all.” She got Precious to scoot her chair down a bit more towards Uchechi, and once I moved my own chair to the right a bit, Helen was able to get our last chair into the gap, a little bit around the corner.

Everyone smiled, we continued the group conversation, and we resumed our meals.

And then I felt a hand on my thigh.

I froze for a moment, but just a moment. I was used to all of the Pretty-Young-Things girls teasing me from time to time after all, so it wasn’t the first time I’d felt a pretty girl’s hand on my leg.

Even around this very table, both Christy and Chidinma would occasionally let their fingers trail across my thighs.




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I froze for a moment, but just a moment. I was used to all of the Pretty-Young-Things girls teasing me from time to time after all, so it wasn’t the first time I’d felt a pretty girl’s hand on my leg. Even around this very table, both Christy and Chidinma would occasionally let their fingers trail across my thighs.

I snuck a glance to my left, but Helen acted like nothing was going on. Revealingly, the normally right-handed girl was poking at her sliced chicken pieces with a fork in her left hand, but she otherwise kept up her typically effervescent chit-chat with the girls. I’ve already said she was an excellent conversationalist who could light up a room.

Nothing else happened during dinner, and Helen’s hand didn’t wander toward my crotch or anything like that. After dinner, the air temperature started dropping rapidly and we all moved inside to the family room. We had a very new flat screen Plasma TV, and the girls put in a DVD of some stupid rom-com.

My family room furniture consisted of a 3-cushion couch, a 2-cushion loveseat, and a single-cushion armchair, all part of a matched set that included the coffee table. I always wound up in the middle of the 3-cushion couch that directly faced the TV, so that at least two girls could cuddle up alongside me. Tonight that turned out to be Maryam on my right and Helen on my left. Neither of them came as a big surprise.

What was a bit of a surprise was that Uchechi and Christy ended up together on the loveseat. While the two of them had become pretty good friends, they weren’t the closest pair in the club. Popular blonde Uchechi and model-pretty Anna were besties. My baby Christy and cuddly Precious were besties. Gamer girl Chidinma was my best friend, although I wouldn’t term us “besties”.

Newcomer Maryam was the wildcard, although Chidinma had been quite welcoming to her and the two of them hung out pretty often. If Chidinma was with me, Maryam would usually then go join Uchechi and Anna. and of course, Christy and I were really close and spent a lot of time together outside of the club.

The point is: I felt like I could count on one hand the number of times Uchechi and Christy had been alone together. But even after the movie started, I could see them putting their heads together in conversation, ignoring whatever was happening on the screen.

Chidinma wound up sitting on Maryam’s right side, squishing the four of us onto the couch. It made for a snug fit, not that I minded having two beautiful girls’ bodies pressed up against mine. I wrapped an arm around each of them, resting comfortably across each shoulder. Chidinma even reached up to rub my right hand a few times before leaving it alone.



Helen, on the other hand, gently tugged my hand downward about twenty minutes into the movie, placed my palm directly over her left breast, and then added a little pressure so that my fingers molded around the curvature of her underboob.

It wasn’t the first time I’d held a girl’s breast outside her clothing. While I would never be so bold as to cop a feel uninvited, all of the Pretty-Young-Things girls at one point had done something similar to what Helen just did, making clear my touch was acceptable.

But this was certainly the first time I’d ever toUchechid Helen in such a way, and although most of the girls had simply thrown their clothes on over the tops of their bikinis before dinner, I quickly realized that Helen had neither her bikini top nor a bra on underneath her shirt. and as I felt her nipple hardening beneath my palm, I felt my penis start to harden as well.


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But this was certainly the first time I’d ever toUchechid Helen in such a way, and although most of the girls had simply thrown their clothes on over the tops of their bikinis before dinner, I quickly realized that Helen had neither her bikini top nor a bra on underneath her shirt. and as I felt her nipple hardening beneath my palm, I felt my penis start to harden as well.


Ten minutes later, Helen snuggled a little closer into the crook of my arm and asked, “Do you have any blankets here? It’s starting to get cold.”

“Uh, well...” I removed both arms from around Helen’s and Maryam’s shoulders and leaned forward.

“Don’t get up,” Christy said as she stood up from the loveseat to my left. “I know where they are.”

Helen was quick to pull my arm back around her shoulder, with Maryam following suit a few seconds later. She left my hand on her upper arm though, at least until Christy returned with three blankets. She tossed one to where Precious and Anna didn’t quite fit together in the armchair, with Anna opting to sit up on the armrest. She handed the second to us on the big couch, and draped the third over Uchechi and herself.

Christy had given us a fairly big blanket, long enough to cover the length of the couch, although Chidinma waved it off so that it only covered Maryam, Helen, and me. Helen pulled her end of the blanket so that it draped over her left shoulder, effectively obscuring her entire body. and once we were appropriately shielded from view, she pulled my hand down over her breast again...

Inside the shirt.

I couldn’t help but inhale as bare female flesh filled my hand. This was the first time I’d ever felt a girl’s naked boob before, and my heart started thumping in my chest. Maryam felt the sudden tension in my arm and shot me a glance, but I kept my eyes on the TV screen and fought to control my breathing. A moment later, though, she slid her hand up from my leg and over my crotch, feeling the massive bulge there.

It wasn’t the first time a girl had handled my package. If seeing the tent in my shorts was exciting, rubbing my dick through my shorts really gave them a thrill. The first time Chidinma sort of rolled my shaft around like a ball of Play-doh while we were alone in my bedroom, she got super-duper excited, exclaiming how happy she was to know she could have that effect on me. She’d made up her mind that every time she saw me hard it was because I’d been staring at Sam’s or Precious’s tits or something.

It was getting hard to control my breathing with Helen guiding my hand into massaging her left breast and Maryam stroking her palm back and forth along my shaft. I closed my eyes for a moment and concentrated on being in the moment, on enjoying the feelings for as long as they lasted, because everything always stopped in the end.

This was the game and the tease.


The girls would manipulate me only as far as they were willing to go, always stopping short of actually doing something sexual.

But I was okay with that. I’d got used to that. Christy had worried I was suffering from constant rejection, but I’d been truthful when I said I was happy to accept whatever they’d let me have and not complain about not getting the rest. Did I want to lose my virginity and get laid someday? Sure. But being patient and trustworthy had got me this far, and I loved every girl in the Pretty-Young-Things too much to risk upsetting them.


And hey, I now had a girl’s naked boob in my hand! Progress!

That’s when Helen stopped guiding my manipulation of her breast with her right hand, and instead moved it to handle my package. Or at least, she tried. Her hand slid up my thigh and bumped into Maryam’s, causing both of them to startle in surprise.

Maryam jerked her fingers back first as if caught red-handed. Helen leaned forward to look past my chest and over to the Ghanaian redhead. Maryam gazed back, a sheepish expression on her face. But then Helen gave Maryam a little grin, rubbed my erection a few times, and pulled her hand away.


Helen then slid her hand inside my gym shorts.

I couldn’t help but inhale as bare male cock-flesh filled Helen’s hand. This was the first time I’d ever felt a girl’s skin directly on my naked dick before, and if my heart had been thumping in my chest earlier, it was POUNDING now. Maryam felt the sudden tension in my arm and shot me a glance, and this time I couldn’t help but turn to look back at her with an expression of wide-eyed terror. not that I was scared or anything, but I was shocked beyond belief that this was happening.




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I couldn’t help but inhale as bare male cock-flesh filled Helen’s hand. This was the first time I’d ever felt a girl’s skin directly on my naked dick before, and if my heart had been thumping in my chest earlier, it was POUNDING now. Maryam felt the sudden tension in my arm and shot me a glance, and this time I couldn’t help but turn to look back at her with an expression of wide-eyed terror. not that I was scared or anything, but I was shocked beyond belief that this was happening.

A moment later, Maryam slid her hand back up from my leg and over my crotch, feeling the massive bulge of Helen’s hand inside my shorts and the way it pumped back and forth in an obviously jacking motion. and when she did so, those emerald dark eyes darted straight to mine.

Silently, Maryam mouthed, “Oh my gawd!”

My eyes just remained wide, but I didn’t otherwise respond. Moments later, Maryam flashed a naughty grin and lifted the blanket to cover her shoulder. She then reached up to grab my right hand and pulled it down inside her shirt, inside her bra as well, and I suddenly had BOTH hands full of bare-naked titflesh.

My hips surged involuntarily as if attempting to thrust inside some phantom pussy that wasn’t actually in my lap. Helen felt the jerk and giggled, speeding up her hand pumps while I closed my eyes and let my head loll backward. She probably had no idea that Maryam had my hand on her tit, and Maryam might very well have no idea that Helen had my hand on hers. No matter, Helen literally took things into her own hands, bringing up her left hand to turn my cheek so that I was facing her. Ilooked down into her twinkling hazel eyes, saw the little smile on her face, and watched the way her lips puckered up as she closed the gap between us.

Helen’s kiss was sweet, almost tender in stark contrast to the way my hand clamped down on her boob while she continued giving me a handjob. I parted my lips to let her tongue in, sparred with it a little, and then pressed back so that my tongue entered her mouth instead. We made out quietly, ignoring the outside world as if it had ceased to exist.

And then the outside world announced its presence. With a grunt, Uchechi abruptly stood up from the loveseat and not so quietly stomped out of the room. Helen and I broke our kiss and stared after her, as did everyone else. I pulled my hands out of both girls’ shirts and sat up straight. Helen yanked her hand out of my shorts, and as we all turned to look, the blanket dropped off the girls’ shoulders and down into our laps.

Anna got up first, going after her best friend with a look of concern on her face. A moment later, Christy got up and followed as well. and then three seconds after that, Chidinma went after them too.

Finally, Helen gave me an apologetic look, as if all this were her fault, and she got up to join the others.




Chapter Two

While the five of them were gone, Precious paused the movie and the three of us sat around in semi-uncomfortable silence. Precious was oblivious, asking, “What happened?” Neither Maryam nor I could give her an answer, and rather than endure the ensuing awkward silence, I excused myself to go to the kitchen for a drink of water.

I actually did get a glass of water, and was in the middle of drinking it when Maryam arrived in the kitchen as well. I offered her a drink but she declined. She instead looked around to make sure the coast was clear before leaning into my body while I braced myself against the counter. She nuzzled her nose against mine for a moment before puckering up and giving me a quick kiss, slipping her tongue into my mouth for just a moment. that was about as far as we’d ever gone, and she didn’t continue. But she did ask, “was that the first time a girl’s ever given you a handjob?”

I blushed and nodded.

Her tongue flicked across her upper lip for a moment and a twinkle came into her emerald dark eyes. “I would’ve given you one a long time ago if it wasn’t for The Rule.”

“Last I checked, The Rule was that none of you can date me. There’s no rule that says ‘Nobody gives Michael a handjob’.”

She giggled and nodded slowly. “that’s a good point. Of course, I was told what started The Rule in the first place was Anna giving you kissing lessons or something.”

“True.” I nodded and breathed in deeply. “While the letter of the law spells out ‘dating’, I’m pretty sure the spirit of the law has more to do with not doing anything that would disrupt the balance of the Pretty-Young-Things.”


“Well if we ALL start giving you handjobs, the Pretty-Young-Things would remain in balance, wouldn’t you say so?”


I grinned. “I like the way you think.”

Maryam looked regretful. “If only...” She stood up straight and took a step back.





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“Well if we ALL start giving you handjobs, the Pretty-Young-Things would remain in balance, wouldn’t you say so?”


I grinned. “I like the way you think.”

Maryam looked regretful. “If only...” She stood up straight and took a step back.

I breathed in deeply and nodded reluctantly. We both knew it would never happen like that, but it was nice to dream.

With a frown, Maryam gave me a sad look, clasping her hands together down by her left thigh and twisting slowly. “Sometimes I wonder if I should leave the Pretty-Young-Things. Then I could be an outsider like Helen and give you all the handjobs I want. Or more.” She then leaned forward into my body again, and I automatically wrapped my arms around her.


Damn she smelled good. I straightened her spine and stared deep into her eyes. They were inviting, beckoning me, so I bent over and kissed her quickly, with just a little bit of tongue. But I didn’t linger and pulled away before things got out of hand.

“Mmm...” Maryam breathed in deeply. “You have no idea how much Iwant to take your virginity.”

Yes, I was a virgin. Most of us were. Unless something had happened without one of the girls telling me, Christy, Precious, Chidinma, and Anna all still had their cherries. Uchechi had slept with a football jock twice during the fall of junior year, and had a drunken one-night stand in the spring with a college guy at some party. The way she described it, all three encounters had left her unfulfilled and feeling used, and she’d been far more careful about how much alcohol she drank ever since the drunken one-night stand.

There was her Junior Prom date, though - that one I wasn’t a hundred percent sure about. and Maryam had told everyone she’d slept pretty regularly with her boyfriend back in Ireland, but since arriving in America five months ago and joining the Pretty-Young-Things, there hadn’t been any boys worth pursuing.


In a way it was true what Emma had said about the Pretty-Young-Things being a bunch of prick-teases. Six girls with enthralling racks hung out together and liked to flirt, but none of them were putting out. Chidinma and Precious had never even gone out on a single date, nor had Maryam since her arrival. and while Uchechi, Anna, and Christy had all dated a little bit, at the moment none of them were currently seeing anybody.


“You can have me, you know,” Maryam said quietly, her lips inches away from mine. “I’d Bleep you in a heartbeat if it wasn’t for The Rule.”

“Tonia...” I mumbled quietly, a bit of a plea in my tone for her to not tease me right now.

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are. that’s what scares me.” Damn I wanted her, I really did. Uchechi and her massive mamPreciouses had been my most frequent fapping fantasy for years, but ever since Maryam’s arrival she’d taken over the top spot. I really had been smitten the first time I laid eyes on her, the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen, and the feeling seemed to be mutual. But as much as I masturbated to thoughts of pinning the busty redhead beneath my heaving body and having my way with her, I valued the collective Pretty-Young-Things too much to risk ruining it all by actually having sex with one of them. I muttered quietly, “Think of the others. Think of your friends.”


With a sigh, Maryam closed her eyes and pushed her hands off the countertop, propelling herself away from me. Without another word, she turned and walked out of the kitchen, heading back into the family room.

I stayed in the kitchen until I’d drained every last drop from my glass of water. By then, my erection had deflated most of the way so that even in my gym shorts it wouldn’t grab so much attention. Only then did I finally return.

Twenty minutes after they’d left, Uchechi, Anna, Christy, Chidinma, and Helen returned to the family room. They collectively brushed aside the whole incident as no big deal, and while Uchechi made half-hearted suggestions that we should just forget the whole thing happened and finish the movie, the others figured the mood had passed and it was time to go home. It wasn’t like this would be the last time the Pretty-Young-Things would all be together, and we could always finish the movie another night.


One-by-one the girls came to hug me goodbye. Three of them pecked me on the cheek and then three pecked me on the lips. Chidinma just gave me a fist bump and a little smirk. Uchechi, Anna, and Helen were the first to drive off. Maryam was next. Christy and Precious walked over to Christy’s place. and once again I was all alone in my big empty house. I had no idea where Mother was, nor did I worry about it. She usually came home quite late, even on a Friday night.






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One-by-one the girls came to hug me goodbye. Three of them pecked me on the cheek and then three pecked me on the lips. Chidinma just gave me a fist bump and a little smirk. Uchechi, Anna, and Helen were the first to drive off. Maryam was next. Christy and Precious walked over to Christy’s place. and once again I was all alone in my big empty house. I had no idea where Mother was, nor did I worry about it. She usually came home quite late, even on a Friday night.

I headed upstairs to shower and change. It was only 7:30pm, far too early for an 18-year-old guy to go to sleep. The first day of school had been little more than orientation and going over the syllabus, so we didn’t have any actual homework yet. I figured this would be as good a time as any to settle into bed, make sure the box of tissues was nearby, and start recalling some fond memories from the spank bank.

I especially had fresh memories of palming the first naked breasts of my entire life. Plus, I could still vividly remember the way Helen had been holding my dick in her hand, jacking it slowly underneath the blanket. So wrapping my fingers around my fresh erection, I closed my eyes and started stroking myself with the same rhythm.

That’s when the doorbell rang. I frowned and opened my eyes, my hand still on my dick, not quite sure I’d heard what I thought I heard. But after a minute of silence, the doorbell rang again. So after pulling up my pajama pants and throwing on a tee shirt, I hopped out of bed, went back downstairs, and peered through the front door’s peephole.

A bright-haired pretty girl stood outside, looking a little nervous as she hugged herself. I opened the door quickly, greeting, “Helen! Hey! What’s up?”

She gave me a coy smile, squeezed her arms beneath her boobs enough to press her cleavage together a little more in her V-neck shirt, and asked cutely, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, sure, of course.”

I stepped aside and waved her in before closing the door behind her. But as soon as the door latched, I found myself spun around and slammed against it as Helen launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and mashing her lips onto mine. A second after that, her tongue penetrated my mouth, seeking out mine while she moaned in obvious heat.

But two seconds after that, I came to my senses and broke the kiss, muttering, “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Helen!”

“It’s alright,” she whimpered, reaching for the hem of her shirt and whipping it over her head. She’d put on a bra at some point, but just when I realized that, she reached behind herself to slip the catch and started pulling that off as well. “The girls said it was okay.”

I blinked twice. “They did?”

“Well, Uchechi, Anna, Christy, and Chidinma did. They agreed I’m allowed to Bleep you.”

My eyes went wide. “Umm, what?”

“They feel bad for constantly teasing you but never letting you get any farther. They know none of them can upset the balance of the Pretty-Young-Things by messing around with you, but since I’m not in the Pretty-Young-Things, they said it’s okay.” While saying all this, Helen left her shirt and bra in the foyer and tugged me by the hands, slowly backing up into the living room. Her big 34D boobs wobbled enticingly, calling me like mythical sirens to a sailor, and I followed after them.





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“They feel bad for constantly teasing you but never letting you get any farther. They know none of them can upset the balance of the Pretty-Young-Things by messing around with you, but since I’m not in the Pretty-Young-Things, they said it’s okay.” While saying all this, Helen left her shirt and bra in the foyer and tugged me by the hands, slowly backing up into the living room. Her big 34D boobs wobbled enticingly, calling me like mythical sirens to a sailor, and I followed after them.


“I’m not going to take you from them,” she continued. “I don’t actually want to date you or anything, to take up your time or otherwise prevent you from hanging out with your friends. I’m not really the settle-down-with-a-steady-boyfriend type. But oh my gawd what you did to me with that backrub lit a fire in my pussy that’s not gonna get quenched until I feel every inch of your big dick plugging me fucking FULL.”

“Uhhh...” I muttered stupidly, a little too much happening at once for my brain to process.

By now, Helen got me right in front of a couch. I’d gone a little soft coming down the stairs after my aborted masturbation session, but had stiffened right back up from Helen’s kiss and the sight of her bare naked breasts. Telling me she wanted to feel every inch of my big dick in her pussy was just icing on the cake, and I was pitching a pretty big tent in my pajama pants.

Or at least, I had been. Helen yanked both my pants and boxers to my ankles before pushing me down into a seated position. and then she knelt on the rug, jacked my shaft a couple of times, and before I realized what was happening, she shoved the first four inches of my dick into her mouth.

Oh. My goodness.

I was getting a Mouth Gig.

I was getting an actual Mouth Gig.

Holy crap, I was getting a fucking Mouth Gig.

Neon bright hair bobbed up and down in my lap, rapidly revealing the majority of my big cock before abruptly making it disappear once again.
She looked up at me with those twinkling hazel eyes, observing the rapturous expressions crossing my face. The girls had always raved about how much they loved my backrubs and how I made them feel so enthralling inside, and yet I couldn’t really understand exactly how that felt.

But if it felt anything like the feelings Helen was giving me right now, well, let’s just say it suddenly made a lot more sense why the girls constantly asked me to give them all backrubs.


“Oh my goodness, Helen. Oh, Bleep. Oh, Bleep!” I groaned, unable to process the overwhelming sensations. Her Mouth Gig was soooo much better than masturbation, and I couldn’t get a grip on what was happening to me. I tried to put my hand on top of her head but my arm wouldn’t work right. I just sort of melted into the couch, throwing my head back and letting it loll left and right while I tried to get my vision to stop swimming. and all too soon, I felt my balls beginning to coil.

“Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit,” I stuttered, completely at wit’s end. But I had just enough presence of mind to exclaim, “I’m gonna cum! You’re gonna make me cum!”

Helen popped off my prick for a few precious seconds, jacking my shaft in her right hand while grinning up at me. “How do you want to blow? You want me to swallow it? You want to cum all over my face? Maybe blast all over these big tits you keep staring at?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I howled, every one of those options sounding absolutely enthralling.

Helen laughed and went back to sucking me, gnawing on the knob while continuing to strike the shaft. and in the end, I did all three.

“I’m gonna ... I’m gonna ... Eeeyarrrghhh!!!” I screamed as my dick erupted.

The first two shots, the bright-haired beauty took straight into her mouth. After that, she pulled back and ducked down so that my next two shots hit her forehead before gravity started pulling the creamy ribbons downward. and finally she sat up straight, milking out the rest of my sticky sperm all over the upper slopes of her big breasts.





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Helen laughed and went back to sucking me, gnawing on the knob while continuing to strEmma the shaft. and in the end, I did all three.

“I’m gonna ... I’m gonna ... Eeeyarrrghhh!!!” I screamed as my dick erupted. The first two shots, the bright-haired beauty took straight into her mouth. After that, she pulled back and ducked down so that my next two shots hit her forehead before gravity started pulling the creamy ribbons downward. and finally she sat up straight, milking out the rest of my sticky sperm all over the upper slopes of her big breasts.

I watched all this happen, scarcely believing it was real. As of this afternoon I had never even toUchechid a girl’s bare nipple nor had my dick handled by anyone but myself. Tonight I’d watched myself cum in a hot girl’s mouth and all over her pretty face. and then suddenly it was all over, and my head dropped over the backrest as my chest heaved in a desperate plea for oxygen.

“Holy shit, Michael,” Helen chuckled. “You came buckets. was that your first ever Mouth Gig? You held out longer than I would have thought.”

I managed to nod wearily, eventually summoning the strength to pick my head up and look down at her again. Even though I’d just cum thirty seconds ago, I felt myself starting to get hard again at the sight of such a pretty girl scooping my jizz off her face and tits and popping her cream-coated fingers into her mouth, sucking on them with relish.

“Mmm, I love the taste of cum,” she said with a giggle. “I’d give more blowjobs, but I don’t want to get a reputation as a slut. You’re not the type of guy who’d blab to his friends though, right? Well, actually, who am I kidding? The whole Pretty-Young-Things is gonna know about this soon enough. But you’re not gonna tell any guys about this, right?”


I shook my head fervently. If my silence was the price to pay for such incredible feelings, I would happily pay it.

“Good to know. Then we can probably do this again a bunch more times.” She flashed me a pixie wink while suckling on her index finger. There was a tissue box on the corner table, and she grabbed a few to finish wiping herself off. “But first, I think it’s time you showed me your bedroom.”

Ilooked at her stupidly for a second, pointing off toward the stairs before I realized I needed to stand up and actually take her there. After all, I would need to be present for what she had next in mind. I pulled up my pants and stood, gesturing, “Uh, this way.”

Still smiling, the topless girl followed after me while I led her back to the foyer and then up the stairs, pausing to collect her shirt and bra. I could only imagine what would have happened had Mother come home while those articles were still on the floor. Hell, I could only imagine what might happen if Mother came home while Helen was still here. But I pushed those thoughts from my mind. It wasn’t even 8:30 yet and Mother rarely arrived before 10.

The Master Suite was right at the top of the stairs, with two bedrooms and a bathroom further down the hall. My mom’s office and a guest bedroom were downstairs on the main floor, and it was that guest room where the girls often went to have private conversations. Very rarely had anyone other than Christy come up into my bedroom. Whenever one of the Pretty-Young-Things came over to study, there was plenty of room elsewhere in the house.


“Umm, pardon the mess,” I muttered as I led Helen inside. “I wasn’t exactly expecting company.”




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