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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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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.”

“Don’t worry about it. The only thing I’m looking at is you.” Taking hold of my hand, Helen spun me around and pulled my head down to hers for a kiss.

There was about a seven-inch height difference between us, so I would’ve needed to stoop a little to kiss her. Instead, I simply picked her up in my arms so that she could wrap her legs around my waist, crooning happily into my mouth as our tongues battled. and we made out like ... well ... a pair of Hot teenagers until she started tugging at my shirt, eager to get to the next part.

When she pulled her lips off mine, I gasped, “Iwant to eat you. I’ve never done that before.”

Giggling mirthfully, Helen brushed neon bright bangs back from her face and nodded. “Works for me.”

“You might have to tell me what to do.”

Her hazel eyes sparkled. “Happy to teach.”

With that, I turned and laid her down across my bed. Then after whipping my shirt over my head, I tossed it in the vague direction of my laundry basket and knelt on the floor in front of her. Helen kicked off her shoes and was already tugging down her leggings. and a few seconds later, I had a completely naked girl in my bed for the very first time.

The bright-haired beauty parked her feet on the edge of my Michaelress, raising her knees up into the air while spreading her thighs out wide. A pretty pink pussy with puffy lips already flowering open in arousal greeted me, her mons shaved completely bare.

I chuckled. “I was half-expecting you to have a neon bright landing patch.”

Helen giggled. “that’s a good idea, actually.”

“I like the tattoo though,” I added, pointing to the small image of a pair of red cherries joined together by a dark leaf tattooed within her bikini area.

Helen giggled again. “Only a select few ever get to see that one.”

I leaned forward, inhaling her sweet musky scent. I’d smelled the aroma of aroused girl before, but never from quite so close, and the flavor called to me like honey to a bee. My mouth was on her clit in an instant, finding that little pea-sized ball and nibbling it gently. Helen’s legs slammed shut around my ears, her feet losing their grip on the Michaelress to start drumming her heels against my back. and then we were off to the races.

Despite her offer to teach, Helen didn’t really say anything coherent for the next fifteen minutes. She screamed and she screeched. She wound her fingers through my hair and tugged on the follicles none-too-gently. and the pretty teenage girl pinned beneath my face thrashed her way through at least three orgasms as far as I could tell.

The entire time, I simply tried to read Helen’s reactions. At first, flicking her clit with my tongue over and over again seemed to really get her going, but after a while she got used to the sensation and didn’t react quite so much. I switched to more of a sucking motion, almost as if I were giving a Mouth Gig to a tiny, female cock, and she really got into that for a while. But again, once she got adjusted to the feelings, she settled down.




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I switched to more of a sucking motion, almost as if I were giving a Mouth Gig to a tiny, female cock, and she really got into that for a while. But again, once she got adjusted to the feelings, she settled down.

There were a lot of different things she liked, but I had to keep changing it up. I’d read about licking the alphabet, which worked fine for stimulating her into squeals and sighs but not so much for pushing her over the edge into orgasm. I tried to stray away from her clit for a while, but she just sort of squirmed and shifted her hips trying to get me back, so I quickly figured I should simply stay focused on that little nub, at least for my first time. If we had repeat encounters in the future I could try experimenting a little more, but for now I really wanted to make her happy. and from the sounds she was making and the way she kept flooding my face with girlcum, I seemed to be doing a pretty good job.

By the time Helen started ramping up to her third climax, I’d started to develop a routine not unlike the way I figured out the best order for giving massages. I pushed and I prodded. I licked and I swirled. I nibbled down gently, and even not so gently when appropriate. and I held on for dear life when she squeezed her thighs around my head, threatening to suffocate me while her hands pulled my hair and her heels hammered my back.

At last, she pushed me away from her crotch and rolled over onto her side, curling into a fetal position. “that’s it, that’s it. No more,” she gasped, visibly trembling. Helen suddenlylooked smaller, less the larger-than-life Miss Popular she always seemed to be at school, and more just another teenage girl in a little bit over her head, the same as the Pretty-Young-Things members I’d come to adore.

I reacted the same way I had when Christy had started crying in my minivan. I quickly slid up onto the bed, spooned myself behind the bright-haired beauty, and hugged her close. For a moment I forgot about Helen’s nudity, but only for a moment. After that I was supremely conscious of the fact that my left forearm across her midsection was pressed against the bare undersides of her breasts while my right forearm was pressed against the upper slopes of her breasts at the same time. and that didn’t even mention the way my second erection was pressed against her ass, although I still had my pajama pants on in-between us. If it hadn’t been for that, this close to a wet and waiting pussy I would have been sorely tempted to push myself inside.


Chapter 3: Study Breaks
“So what happened then?” Christy’s eyes flicked to the prominent bulge in my shorts, but she quickly returned her attention to my face.

I shrugged, folded my arms behind my head, and reclined back against the headboard in her bedroom. Only an hour earlier I’d sent Helen home un-bleeped but satisfied nonetheless. I took a shower, felt the need to talk to someone, and walked next door to see Christy.

“I ate her out until she pushed my head away and curled up on her side, just like before. She actually tried to teach me for five minutes, telling me to go softer or harder or to push another finger inside her. But after her first orgasm she kinda got incoherent, so I just went to town making up stuff as I went.”

“Well she obviously enjoyed it.”

I nodded. “When she finally recovered, she took one look at my throbbing erection and pounced on it. She said she wanted to try deep-Drinking me, but she kept choking and couldn’t quite pull it off.”



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“So what happened then?” Christy’s eyes flicked to the prominent bulge in my shorts, but she quickly returned her attention to my face.

I shrugged, folded my arms behind my head, and reclined back against the headboard in her bedroom. Only an hour earlier I’d sent Helen home un-bleeped but satisfied nonetheless. I took a shower, felt the need to talk to someone, and walked next door to see Christy.

“I ate her out until she pushed my head away and curled up on her side, just like before. She actually tried to teach me for five minutes, telling me to go softer or harder or to push another finger inside her. But after her first orgasm she kinda got incoherent, so I just went to town making up stuff as I went.”

“Well she obviously enjoyed it.”

I nodded. “When she finally recovered, she took one look at my throbbing erection and pounced on it. She said she wanted to try deep-Drinking me, but she kept choking and couldn’t quite pull it off.”

“was your dick too long or too fat?”

“I, uh, I dunno. I didn’t stop to ask.”

Christy laughed.

“In the end I came in her mouth, she swallowed it all, and then gave me a quick peck on the lips and said thanks for a fun evening. We got dressed and she left. that’s it.”

“that’s it? Did you make any plans to hook up again? Maybe go on a date?”

“A date? Didn’t you hear the whole part about how she’s not into having steady boyfriends?”

Christy shrugged. “One date does not make a steady boyfriend. I’m just saying, if the whole night was that enjoyable for both of you, one would think you’d talk about doing it again.”

I shook my head. “not a good idea. She’d want to have sex, and I’d have to turn her down again, and she really didn’t like the feeling of rejection.”

“Yeah, exactly why DID you reject her?” Christy screwed her face up. “I mean, when the rest of us went home last night, I assumed you were going to wake up this morning an ex-virgin.”

I averted my eyes and shrugged. “I just told her I wasn’t ready yet. that I had performance anxiety and couldn’t go through with it.”

“Yeah, you said that. But knowing what I know about Helen, she would’ve just tried to convince you otherwise. Believe me, that girl was HOT to get you buried deep inside her pussy last night, and all you’d have to do was lay there and let her ride you. If you popped off early, so what? She’d just suck you hard so you could try again. I can’t believe she’d back off with so simple a deflection. and then despite your rejection, things were patched up enough that you still went down on each other afterwards. So what DID you say to her?”

“That was it,” I lied, shaking my head. “I told her I wasn’t ready, and she wasn’t going to rape me or anything, so she accepted it. and maybe I really am that good at eating pussy that she was happy to settle for a few more oral orgasms. Simple as that.”

“Michael, this is me. I can tell when you’re hiding something.”

“Christy, seriously.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t push you. Yet.” She got a teasing smirk on her face that let me know she was going to worm the truth out of me eventually.




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