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Emma's Pool Party Ch. 09

Finale, part 1 of 2: Summer's End

The cool, beaded sweat on the outside of the beer bottle wet my palm as I raised it to my lips, squinting behind my sunglasses. I swallowed a refreshing gulp of the golden suds and let out a satisfied sigh. Summer was beginning to wane, but the late August afternoons remained with a lingering warmth.

I set my beer down on the small table next to my lounger and linked my fingers behind my head. The girls were spread out in front of me engaged in their various activities: Amy lying on a towel on the grass reading what looked like a textbook, wearing a long, white tee, Holly and Aysha floating in the pool supported by foam noodles, their bikini-clad breasts bobbing on the surface of the water, and Emma to my right, flipping through a magazine, her upper arm subtly jiggling her bust with every turn of the page.

It was a typical summer Saturday afternoon. Me and the girls had spent many days like this in the back yard of Carmen's palatial home: swimming, drinking, relaxing, and of course every manner of sexual activity. Today, however, there was a subtle tension in the air, like the green bikini string pulled taught between Emma's enormous breasts. In the lead-up to the girls' imminent departure to college, they had become irritable and catty. The question on everyone's mind remained unspoken: who would get to spend the last day with me?

There was only one weekend left before the girls were off to pursue their scholastic endeavours (not to mention their sexual endeavours, no doubt), and try as I might, I couldn't foresee a scenario with which all of the girls would be happy. I knew a decision had to be made which would potentially alienate all but one girl, and ran the risk of causing conflict between them. I had considered so many different options, but ultimately I knew I would have to choose; that or remove myself from the situation completely. And let's face it: the option of abstaining from possibly my last opportunity to be with one of these beautiful teenage girls was simply not an option. Although I was not above being selfish, at least I wasn't lying to myself.

While the other girls seemed distracted, Emma looked up from her magazine, took a quick glance at her friends, then spoke to me softly.

"Hey, um... what are you doing next weekend?"

I was opening my mouth to reply when she hastily pushed on.

"'Cause it's the last weekend before I go back to college and I'd love to spend it with you," she finished, lifting her oversize sunglasses to her head and looking at me pleadingly with her big brown eyes.

There it was. Decision time.

The truth was, Emma and I had become quite close over the summer. Since she was staying at Carmen's and not her mother's place, she had much more freedom than the other girls, and we had even had a few dates, going to see a film, having the occasional meal out, going for drives in the country, or trips to the beach. There was a silent acknowledgement that we were not exclusive, but we kept our sexual escapades limited to Emma's group of friends. The fact that the girls' mothers had also been involved somehow remained a fragile secret, likely due to the perceived backlash one might receive should it be discovered that they had had a threesome with me and their mum, even if-strictly speaking-nothing incestuous had occurred.

I cleared my throat and prepared to bite the bullet.

"Of course, I'd love to, Em," I said with a warm smile.

Her delighted grin eclipsed mine, then I saw her eyes flick to her friends, unable to conceal a silent gloat.

The decision was made. Now I just had to wait for the fallout. I wouldn't have to wait long.

I took another long swallow of the cool brew and caught movement from the pool through the amber bottom of the nearly empty bottle. Holly was emerging from the water like a goddess, her hair slicked back and water dripping off her sensuous curves like a Baroque fountain.

Her bikini was navy with white stripes, her round globes jiggling with her every stride. She smiled as she approached my lounger, kneeling between my legs and leaning over me, shaking her body to drip as much water down onto me as she could. Her breasts shook with her, nearly spilling out over her bikini cups. I jumped a little as the cool drops struck my sun-warmed skin.

"You trying to get me wet?" I asked, peering between her swaying tits.

"You've already done it to me," she replied cheekily as she reached to my stomach and pulled my swim trunks down, taking my soft cock in her cool, wet hand and looking at it curiously.

"No matter how many times I look at this thing it still gets me, like, so fuckin' horny," she admitted.

Her pretty hazel eyes remained fixed on my flaccid cock as she began to work her small hand up and down its length, giving it vitality with every slow, deliberate pump.

Emma watched me with mild interest, and Aysha had left the pool, tugging the cups of her white bikini to give her perky breasts even more lift, sitting in the lounger next to me, her elbows on her knees to get a close view of the action, biting her bottom lip. Amy ignored us, but I suspected her cheeks were aglow behind the textbook she was reading.

Pursing her full lips, Holly let a string of spit drool from her mouth onto the head of my cock, distributing it along my shaft with both her hands as if polishing the rung of a bannister. She admired her own handiwork, her nipples hardening under her bikini and poking out like pebbles. I reached down to ease the itch in my palms by filling them with Holly's generous bosom, but she released my cock and gripped my wrists, pushing them down to my sides against the lounger.

"Uh-uh, baby. Only one thing's gonna touch these titties," she chided huskily.

She moved her body closer to mine, her breasts just grazing my chest, then slid them down my firm abs, my cock dipping between them and under the string of her bikini, my glossy tip emerging from her cavernous cleavage.

"Oh! Peek-a-boo, Mr. Big!" she giggled.

Holly began moving her body up and down mine, stroking my cock between her melons, her head tipped back to watch me, her round ass in the air, her hands still on my wrists.

"Damn... I wish I could do that..." said Aysha sadly, pulling her bikini cups down and pushing her tits together, her head tipped down to examine her modest but not insignificant cleavage.

"You don't have to, like, lose his cock in your tits to make him feel good, Aysh. You know how much he loves it when you tease his tip with your hard nipples, or smack his big dick against them. I mean, even Amy's little tits can get him off," explained Holly in her infinite sexual wisdom.

I shrugged. "Size definitely isn't everything. I'm a tit man, what can I say?"

Amy huffed at Holly, dropping her book down, frowning, but Holly was too busy with me to notice her. Aysha began playing with her nipples as she watched, seeming pacified by Holly's and my assurances. My hard cock continued its return journey back and forth between the plush mountains of Holly's cleavage, the bikini string dragging under my shaft and tugging at her cups. On one particularly deep thrust, the string pulled up and over her round breasts, spilling them out onto my stomach.

"Oops! How did that happen?" she giggled again, bringing her hands up to toss her bikini top away and push her tits together, sandwiching my dick between them.

I raised my hands and put them behind my head as she moved her boobs up and down my column, firmly masturbating my phallus within their cushioned embrace. Aysha watched with great interest, but Emma still hardly paid attention, still lazily flipping the pages of her magazine. Eventually, Holly noticed this surprising lack of interest.

"Ok what's up, Em? Usually when we're playing with your boyfriend you get all like, jealous."

Emma's eyes flashed for a moment before she managed to subdue some internal spark of rage. She flipped another page of her magazine, a tiny smirk at the corner of her lips.

"It's fine. Go ahead. Fuck his brains out for all I care." Her voice was even, but had an underlying current of venom.

Stunned, Holly stared at her, her mouth slightly open, then sat up, my cock slipping free of her cleavage. Without breaking her line of sight at Emma, she held my cock pointing straight up and lowered her mouth onto it, sucking the tip, then bobbing her head quickly, allowing my knob to bump the back of her throat as her hand twisted around my shaft.

Once again, Emma's face betrayed a flash of anger, soon quashed. She turned the page without having read a word.

Holly's brow furrowed, and I noticed the other two girls pay closer attention, sensing a tension in the air.

Holly pulled back, stroking my cock rapidly, then looked at me.

"What happened? Did you guys, like, break up or something?"

Before anyone had a chance to reply, she continued.

"Oh well. More cock for me then. Come on baby, fuck my tight little throat with that juicy cock."

She took a deep breath and descended on my pole, taking my entire length into her throat in one bob, her eyes tearing up, her gag response kicking in. The whole time, her goading eyes were locked on her best friend.

Emma turned the page, so hard this time that it ripped out of the magazine.

"Go ahead, but he's spending all of next weekend with me, so enjoy it while you can, slut!" she blurted out, her cheeks red, her eyes blazing.

Holly pulled back again gasping, spit swinging from her chin as she dribbled down onto her tits. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand as if in slow motion, my cock forgotten.

"What?! What the fuck are you talking about?" said Holly.

Aysha and Amy were now also staring at Emma, waiting for her response.

"He's spending the last weekend before we go back to college with me," Emma said simply, defiantly.

"Um, have you even asked him?" Holly looked back at me, her hands on my stomach, her tits bulging between her arms. "Are you going to spend it with her, like, alone?" she asked turning to me, almost sarcastically, as if there were no chance.

Time for the fallout.

"Actually, uh... yeah. Look, I don't want to cause any-"

"You ARE?!" she said incredulously, then hopped off my lounger so quickly that her tits did a wild dance on her chest. "Well fuck this. I'm not going to suck your cock if you're going to exclude us from your little lovers' weekend."

Holly picked up her bikini top and her towel, then stormed toward the house.

"Come on girls. If he wants just one pussy instead of four, he can have just one pussy!" she said as she strode into the house, not looking back.

Amy had already clapped her textbook shut, and quickly followed behind Holly, scowling at me. Aysha seemed less sure, still sitting in her lounger cupping her tits in her small hands. She looked at Emma, then to me.

"Aysha!" Holly's angry voice called out from inside the house.

Aysha jumped, her tits jiggling, then stood up and dashed inside, not even covering her bouncing breasts with her bikini.

"That went well," I said, breaking the awkward silence.

Emma looked at me apologetically. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! But... we had to tell them. I mean..."

"It's ok," I assured her, chuckling. "It was going to come out eventually. Better sooner than later."

Emma put her magazine down and knelt next to my lounger, putting her hands on my chest and looking at me with her big, puppy dog eyes. She must have noticed my slightly crestfallen expression through my casual smile.

"Babe... really, I'm sorry. I know how much you love fucking my friends. You've had your own private teenage harem all summer and now I'm taking that away from you."

Her hand caressed my cheek and I couldn't help but feel my heart warm. I took her wrist and kissed the back of her hand.

"Honestly, it's fine. I'll enjoy some alone time with you before you go away. Don't worry about it, Emma. Besides, they'll forget all about it when they have all that college cock to enjoy."

"Hmmm... I wonder how I can make it up to you..." she cooed.

Her fingers were wrapped around my spit-soaked cock before I could say a word. It was still semi-hard, and she had it to its full throbbing size in 20 seconds. She knelt between my legs as Holly had, running her fingers along the insides of her bikini cups to casually pull them under her massive tits, letting them fall free in a glorious cascade of round, pink, jiggling breast meat.

She tossed her hair to one side and picked up where her best friend had left off, taking me into her warm, wet mouth and slurping loudly as she bobbed her head, her hand working in concert with her lips, sucking my proud cock in an earnest, enthusiastic, oral apology.

I reached down to fondle her heavy, swaying breasts, kneading them in my palms as she rolled my balls on her tongue, jerking me off firmly. She licked a long swath up the underside of my shaft, then looked me in the eyes as she bobbed, taking me deep as I felt my tip bump the back of her throat. After a minute, she raised her head again, jerking me with two hands.

"So you really don't mind if it's just me and you next weekend? I'll make it worth your while," she said innocently, kissing my cock head.

I wanted to tell her I was looking forward to it, that I couldn't wait to spend some alone time with her, but I could see she wanted to play the game a bit.

"Hmm, I'm giving up the chance to be with your three sexy friends, Em. You will have to be extra special for me," I murmured, stroking her hair.

"I will sir, I promise!" she squeaked, then added, "I promise I'll be your perfect little slut girlfriend. I'll do anything you want me to do, sir."

"Mmm, I'll hold you to that, baby. I'm looking forward to using my sexy teen girlfriend until you can't walk straight."

She giggled and doubled her efforts on my cock, sucking me hard and fast, letting me move my hips to fuck her throat as I approached my climax. As she felt my cock swell, she sat up and put her hands on her thighs.

"Cum on my face, baby. Cum all over your girlfriend's face!" she cried.

I pushed myself up, standing astride the lounger and taking hold of my bobbing member, stroking it quickly and firmly as I positioned Emma's face underneath me. She looked up expectantly, putting one hand on her full breast, the other fondling my balls in her fingers.

"Here it comes," I grunted, and Emma obligingly opened her mouth and extended her tongue, her eyes wide and excited.

I pumped my cock and unleashed a thick rope of semen high into the air. It splashed down on Emma's forehead and hair, falling behind her head as she flinched. I tipped my cock down and blasted several spurts directly into her pretty face, criss-crossing her nose, cheeks, and lips, including a few volleys into her open mouth. She moaned and rolled her tongue, licking her lips as my spunk dripped down her visage, over her chin and down onto her tits.

Soon I was empty, my head buzzing and my cock dripping. Emma put her lips over my tip and began cleaning me off, sucking the last few drops from my dick before opening wide again and showing me the milky load on her tongue.

"Em! If you're quite finished out there I'd like to have a quick word," called a voice from behind me.

I twisted almost painfully to seek the source, catching only a swish of black hair as the screen door closed. Carmen. Emma shut her mouth and swallowed the whole mouthful in one loud gulp.

"Fuck! I was supposed to clean the kitchen," she recalled, her cheeks rosy from being caught.

She looked up at me, blinking cum from her eye. "How do I look?" she giggled.

"Gorgeous as always."

I turned and picked up my towel, handing it to Emma so she could clean my cum from her face and tits, then pulled up my swim trunks and put my t-shirt back on. Emma did what she could, pulling her bikini back up over her beautiful breasts and adjusting them, then getting me to check her over. I walked in and she followed me, meeting Carmen in the kitchen. She was wearing a tight white tank top and short jean shorts, looking hot-which seemed to match her mood.

"What did I ask you to do, Emma?" she said, gesturing angrily to the mess of dishes, food, and empty bottles on the counter tops.

"I'm so sorry, Carmen, I was going to do it but I lost track of time."

"I don't ask much of you, Em. I would appreciate a contribution around here once in a while."

"I'm sorry, I'll do it now. Just let me get changed."

Em turned to me, standing on her toes to kiss me briefly on the lips before turning and making her way out of the kitchen. As she walked away from us, I could clearly see a long, white streak of semen down the back of her head, sticking to her long hair. I brought my finger to my mouth, biting the nail and wincing. Carmen watched Emma go and saw it too.

"And clean that cum out of your hair!" she called after her, shaking her head.

Emma practically sprinted out of the room as if pushed by Carmen's words, not looking back.

When Carmen directed her gaze accusingly back at me, all I could do was shrug, my cheeks burning.

"I'm glad you're having fun, at least," she said sarcastically.

I read more than anger in her expression though. I saw a hint of jealousy. What I couldn't decide was whether that jealousy was directed at me, or Emma. She stepped closer to me.

"You've fucked Emma, you've fucked her friends, and you've fucked their mothers. I bet it burns you up inside that you haven't fucked me yet, doesn't it?" she said quietly, her eyes contemptuous.

"I'm not greedy, Carmen. Besides, you're my boss. We have a professional relationship, and I don't want to make things awkward in the office."

"Don't be ridiculous. We're way past that. I've watched you fuck, I've even jerked you off onto my friends' naked bodies, but you haven't had me. You've had teen pussy, and MILF pussy, but you haven't had my pussy."

She reached down and squeezed my cock through my swim trunks, and despite having recently cum, I felt a tingle and a swelling there. She was right, of course. Carmen was the forbidden fruit, and I wanted a taste. It was pointless arguing with her, but I had to try to save some face.

"You're right, I haven't. And if I know you, you'll dangle it like a carrot until I'm half-mad with desire. But I've come to accept it, so that carrot isn't quite as juicy as it once was-especially since I've got plenty of alternatives available to me."

It was bold of me to throw it back in her face like that, especially with her hand gripping my cock through my swim trunks like a ski pole, but my hubris had got the better of me. Carmen stepped closer, her breasts grazing my chest as her fingers closed, squeezing me until I was unable to suppress a wince... though I would be lying if I said I didn't feel a throb in my loins.

"You arrogant prick," she hissed.

Yet as I looked into her burning, auburn eyes, I felt a sense of respect. Carmen seemed glad to see that I knew how to play the game. It encouraged me, and before I knew it more words began to spill from my lips.

"I think you want something too, Carmen. I can see the way you look at Emma. At her friends. I'm not the only one who enjoys the fairer sex-especially nubile, young college girls. How many times have you pleasured yourself watching that video of me and those teen girls in the bathroom, hmm? How many of those vibrators and dildos have you creamed on while you fantasised about them?"

My mind flinched at itself. What the fuck was I saying?! She's literally holding my junk in the palm of her hand.

The ensuing silence stretched out for what felt like an eternity, yet Carmen didn't so much as blink.

Finally, her aggravatingly neutral expression phased into an equally aggravating smug knowingness.

"That's your problem, sweetheart," she spoke huskily. "You're too focused on rattling my cage instead of finding ways to get what you want."
She leaned in as she spoke, her nipples, now visible through her top, pressed against my chest and her lips nearly bushed my ear as she spoke the last few words. I suppressed a shudder as I felt her hand-still squeezing me firmly-slowly pump my expanding shaft through my trunks.

The sound of Emma's footsteps coming down the stairs broke my hypnosis. Carmen took a step back, but didn't stop slowly stroking me, her eyes not leaving mine. I looked over her shoulder as Emma bounced into the room, her breasts jiggling under a white singlet, her bikini still underneath. She had put on a pair of small, pink terry cloth shorts. Her hair was wet and tied back in a ponytail, now presumably cum-free.

"Ok, all set. I'll have the kitchen sparkling before you know it," she announced cheerily, but her eyes were a little apprehensive.

Carmen released my cock then winked at me, turning around and putting her hands on her womanly hips.

"I look forward to it. And since I'm feeling generous, I'll give you a hand. Start by stacking those dishes in the dishwasher," she said, gesturing to the cluttered sink.

Emma nodded and got to work.

"Do you need a hand?" I asked.

"We'll be fine. I'll see you at work on Monday," Carmen replied dismissively without looking at me, opening the dishwasher.

I went up behind Emma and hugged her, kissing her on the cheek and whispering, "I'll see you soon, baby girl."

She giggled and pushed her butt back against my semi-hard cock.

"I hope so."

There was nothing more to say to Carmen so I saw myself out, taking one more glance backward as both women bent over at the waist to load the dishwasher, two glorious bottoms bidding me adieu.

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The week passed with radio silence from all the girls with the exception of Emma, despite my apologetic texts. I was resigned to the state of things, but I didn't want to disrupt their delicate social bonds. As much as I wanted to enjoy another schoolgirl orgy, I had no desire to cause rifts within their friendships, and thus waited patiently for the weekend, looking forward to some time alone with Emma.

Carmen and I had run into each other a few times at work, but as always we remained professional. Emma assured me that Carmen would be away on the weekend, which was later confirmed by Carmen, informing me of an early flight on Saturday morning and a return the following Wednesday. At least Emma and I would have the house to ourselves.

Midday on Saturday I pulled into Carmen's driveway, the sun shining, the shadows a little longer on the ground signalling summer's approaching end. Emma answered the door, wearing a loose-fitting tee and her favourite terry cloth shorts. I was a little surprised to see her dressed so casually-disappointed, actually. I thought she would have dressed up for me, or even have on one of her bikinis which barely concealed her abundant assets.

"These are for you," I said, handing her a mixed bouquet of flowers I had picked up, along with a bottle of champagne.

"Oh thanks, baby!"

She grinned and accepted them, taking them with a perfunctory kiss on my cheek. I followed her through to the kitchen, a little confused by her aloofness. As she took out a vase and unwrapped the bouquet, I came up behind her, giving her a hug and a kiss on the neck as she filled the vase with water and placed the stems inside. Glancing down at her ample bosom I could see the points of her nipples harden through her top.

"Mmm, I can see you've missed me," she murmured, wiggling her ass against my groin, no doubt feeling the swelling there.

Before I could reply she set the vase on the counter and turned around, placing her palm against my chest, her fingers flicking the collar of my polo shirt.

"Go out to the patio and relax. I'm going to spoil you today," she said, smiling brightly and looking up at me with her doe eyes.

I returned her smile and shrugged, kissing her cheek and making my way out to the back patio. I reclined on a lounger, kicking off my flip flops and linking my hands behind my head, closing my eyes against the warm rays of the sun. Emma followed me a minute later with a cold beer, handing it to me. She held something else behind her back.

"Thanks babe. What have you got there?" I nodded to her concealed hand.

She bit her lip and held it out. "Put this on."

It was a black satin blindfold. My grin widened and I lifted my head so she could tie it on, the harsh sunlight almost completely blocked out by the silky fabric.

"Can you see?" she asked.

"Not a thing."

There was a pause. I imagined she was waving her hands in front of my face, seeing if I would flinch.

"Ok good. Just relax, I'll be back in a minute."

I heard the patio screen door close, then a moment later soft electronic music began to play over the outdoor speakers. I picked up my beer and sipped it, my curiosity growing. The minutes passed, and I began to get impatient. What was she doing in there? I strained my ears to pick up a clue, but the music drowned out any hope I had of receiving an auditory hint about what might be happening.

My beer was over half-empty, and I took another swig, which I nearly sprayed all over myself when I heard a soft, husky voice in my ear.

"Comfortable, babe?"

Emma had sneaked up on me and given me a start. I swallowed, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and laughing.

"Damn hun, you nearly gave me a heart attack." I tried twice to blindly put my beer on the table, and on the third attempt it was taken out of my hand.

"Just lay back and relax. I'm going to take care of you," she said, and I felt her fingers lift the bottom of my polo shirt.

I sat up a little and raised my arms so she could remove my shirt, careful not to shift the blindfold. Next I felt her fingers on my shoulders. She must have been standing behind me, and I could feel that they were slick with a fragrant oil. I settled back against the lounger and hummed softly. I could smell her perfume wafting over me as her hands spread the oil, moving rhythmically across my chest. Something tickled my nose-a loose end of fabric. Then I felt the heavy weight of her breasts press against the top of my head and down onto my face. I mumbled into the pillowy flesh, my voice muffled and unintelligible against the fabric of her top. Emma giggled and lifted her breasts.

"What was that, baby?"

"I said are you trying to smother me? If that's the way I'm going to go, I'll die happy."

She giggled again, but I felt a little disoriented because it sounded like it was coming from in front of me. One of her hands lifted from my chest, then was placed back down as she continued the massage. Her fingers moved down my body now, spreading oil over my abs as she moved next to me. Then I felt her knees on either side of me as she straddled my hips on the lounger; a tight squeeze, but we managed to fit.

She took my hands in hers and lifted them, placing them against her chest. I could feel the edges and small hard buttons of a shirt, open at the neck and her breasts bulging underneath.

"Take them out for me," she murmured, releasing my hands.

I let my fingers slip under the shirt and brush over her cleavage, then I unbuttoned one button, then another, until I felt the fabric gather in a knot just below her tits. I smiled as I reached in to pull her massive boobs out over the knot, freeing them from the cotton, though they were still held together at the sides, giving her a long, cavernous line of cleavage between them. My fingers poked into this cleft, then I felt her nipples harden against my palms as I squeezed them, the flesh overflowing in my hands. I heard her sigh and her hips moved on me. I could feel fabric there too-a loose skirt, perhaps.

"Mmmm, I'm going to miss these," I hummed as I caressed her soft globes.

I felt her lean forward, then she kissed me slowly, deeply on the lips, our tongues coming out to meet and swirl. She dragged her nipples down over my chest and stomach, then her hands got to work on the button and zipper of my shorts. I lifted my hips and she pulled my shorts down, then her hands lightly touched the massive bulge in my boxers. I felt her lips on my shaft, kissing up and down as I squirmed, then her warm hand cupping my balls through the cotton, caressing them gently. My erection surged, straining against the elastic and I moaned.

"Ooohhh, is your big, fat cock trying to get out?" asked Emma, rubbing her palm up and down my column.

"It's getting a little cramped in there, baby," I chuckled.

I felt her nails drag on my abdomen as she pulled the elastic waistband of my boxers down, my cock head still hooked under it. I lifted my ass to allow her to slide them further down until my knob was finally free of its bond, flinging up and smacking audibly against my stomach.

"Ooohhh... I never get tired of seeing your huge dick spring out of your boxers. It's like unwrapping the best present on my birthday."

"It's all yours, Em. Now what are you going to do with it?"

Her response was not vocal. I felt a nipple press against my scrotum and trail up the length of my cock, teasing the underside of my head as her other breast pressed against my hip. I felt her lean down further, her warm melon fanning out over my cock as she ran her hands up my body, stroking my chest. She leaned up again, then back down, and I felt my shaft slip into her cleavage, now well-oiled.

She dragged her ample bosom up, then down, her hands back on my chest, her full, round breasts slipped delightfully on my column, spreading the oil on my thighs, balls, hips, and stomach. I felt her push my cock up and slip it under the knot of fabric at her midsection, forcing it deep between her tits.

"You want to fuck my big tits, sweetie?" she asked in a high, sweet voice.

"Fuck yes, baby. Let me feel those huge, oiled titties stroke my cock."

I put my hands behind my head and settled back as I felt Emma's breasts squeeze me, using her hands to push them together. The cavernous depths of her oiled cleavage felt like heaven on my throbbing cock, sliding slowly up and down my length. After a few strokes, I was treated to a pair of soft, warm lips kissing the tip of my dick head, then sucking on it. I moaned and lifted my hips, feeling Emma's slips slide over the crown of my head. She sucked it hard and I bit my lip.

"Aaaaah fuck..." I groaned.

She popped it out of her mouth and giggled, then swirled her tongue around it before resuming her tit fuck. I lost myself in the sensations, feeling her tits slip on my shaft and her mouth suck on the head every few strokes as her nipples trailed up and down on my stomach. The warm sun beat down on me and I couldn't decide whether I felt a dazed sleepiness or a raging lustfulness, torn between relaxation and tension.

My dick slipping out of her cleavage and slapping back onto my stomach brought me out of my revery. Emma stepped off the lounger and I strained my ears to hear what she was doing, but the music drowned out any auditory clues of her movements.

"How are you feeling, baby?" she asked from my left hand side.

"Incredible. Do I get to take the blindfold off and fuck you now?" I replied, hungry for her tight teen pussy.

"Nuh-uh. Not just yet, stud."

She giggled again, and this time I could have sworn there was a faint echo. Before I could contemplate it further, I felt a hand pick up my rod and stroke it slowly, rhythmically. I felt a tickle from Emma's hair on my stomach and my thigh, then her lips slipped over my tip, sucking what I imagined was a fat drop of pre-cum. She hummed as she savoured it, then began bobbing her head, sucking my knob as she worked my shaft with her hand, the angle suggesting that she was now knelt at my left side.

My hips moved with her rhythm, but before I could really get into it, she pulled my head from her mouth and put her other hand on my shaft, twisting and stroking. After a moment, she went back to a one-handed technique and her lips engulfed my dick head. She sucked me harder this time, and I felt her teeth drag on me, just a little, giving me spikes of not unpleasant pain.

The same process repeated: two hands, then one hand, then sucking, and so on. Somehow her technique seemed to change, sometimes slow and deep, just gripping my cock at its thick base, sometimes bobbing her head aggressively on my knob, rapidly stroking my now spit-soaked shaft. Regardless of the technique, I thoroughly enjoyed the variety.

At one time I attempted to run my fingers through her hair, wanting her to go deeper, but she pushed my hands away.

"Hands to yourself, mister. Just lay back and enjoy your blowjob," her sweet voice spoke.

And so I laced my fingers behind my head again and did as she asked, getting lost in the sensation of her sucking mouth, her stroking fingers, the slurping sounds as she fellated me.

After several minutes, I felt her hand move up my stomach and over my chest. My shaft was pushed back between her enormous tits, her lips sucking the tip as her other hand joint the first, roaming over my torso. I felt dazed, my senses blending, losing sense of where I was. A hand ran over my left bicep. Fingers brushed my cheek and neck. Nails dragged across my abs. I felt Emma's tits press my cock firmly between them, rising and falling, letting me fuck her bust. A finger trailed over my lips and I sucked it into my mouth, moaning as lips caressed the tip of my dick head with each breast stroke.

Something felt strange. The sensations were disconnected. Multitudinous. Incongruous. My body was being stroked, groped, caressed, seemingly from all directions. I tongued the finger in my mouth: one. Felt the hand stroking my abs: two. Felt the fingertip teasing my nipple: three. And there were more, running through my hair, squeezing my shoulder, tickling my side, nails pushing into my chest.

I grinned and bit gently on the finger in my mouth. It pulled back.

"Emma..." I said imploringly.

There were several giggles this time, and all the hands that were touching my body retreated. The soft, warm tits still stroked my cock, however.

"Ok, you can take it off now," she said.

I slipped the blindfold up over my head and blinked, the sunlight blinding me for a few moments as my eyes adjusted. Gradually the image came into focus.

Emma was knelt beside the lounger, pushing her breasts together against my turgid cock. Next to her stood Holly, with Amy and Aysha on my right. All the girls were dressed in variations of a school uniform, and they all had their hair in pigtails. Emma and Holly had red plaid pleated skirts, while Amy and Aysha's were blue and green. The girls all wore white button down shirts, tied just under their breasts, as well as white, knee-high socks, and black shoes of various kinds. Emma's of course was open all the way down to the knot, as her impressive assets were free of the fabric and presently engulfing my member. Holly's buttons were straining under the pressure of her bulging tits, which looked ready to explode from her top, her cleavage on full display. Aysha's top showed less cleavage, but the fabric was so thin that I could clearly see the outline of her dark areolas underneath. Amy's shirt was buttoned all the way up from the knot above her tummy, a little tie around her neck which matched her skirt, her erect nipples poking out of the top like pencil erasers. None wore a bra.

The girls stood grinning, their hands behind their backs, looking pleased with themselves as they bit their lips and giggled.

"Surprise!" said Emma, still holding her tits together around my cock.

"Oh my god... Em... I don't know what to say," I managed, looking around at the sexy schoolgirls, then back to Emma with a huge smile of appreciation.

"I felt kinda bad for taking up all your time before we leave, and I hated fighting with my bff's," she said, "so I wanted us all to, like, finish the summer off with a bang."

"Indeed," I chuckled.

"Do you like our outfits?" asked Holly, bending over and sandwiching her tits between her arms, showing them off to me.

"Amy came up with the idea, since she's going to be a college student soon. It was her last chance to be a dirty little schoolgirl, so we thought we'd all do it," added Aysha.

Amy blushed to her roots and nibbled on the tip of her finger, which made her look even more sexy.

"You all look so fucking hot," I said. "It was a great idea, Aym."

She gave me a coy smile.

Emma laughed. "We knew you'd like it. You're such a perv."

"Are you going to fuck all us naughty schoolgirl sluts until we can't walk straight?" Holly asked, twirling one of her pigtails around her finger.

"You're damn right I am," I replied enthusiastically.

"Yaay!" Aysha cheered, jumping a little and making her titties bounce under her top.

Holly didn't waste any time, coming around to my right side and kneeling, then pulling her tits out of her top one after the other, the shirt supporting them from underneath and making them stand out, defying gravity. She pushed them against Emma's tits as Emma let my cock slip between the two pairs of gigantic melons. The girls leaned in to kiss each other passionately, then gripped their tits and rubbed them up and down my column.

Aysha came around to my left side next to Emma and knelt, running her hands over my chest and watching my cock being jostled by the mounds of tit flesh surrounding it. Amy knelt to my right, but didn't seem to know what to do or where to look, almost like the day I met her-slyly watching, but not participating.

"Now is definitely not the time to be shy, Amy. Come here," I told her, reaching up to caress her cheek then slide my hand to the back of her neck, drawing her down to my face.

I kissed her firmly, purposefully, my tongue exploring her mouth as I moaned. When we parted, Amy was blushing again, but had a sparkle in her eyes. She bit her bottom lip and put one hand in my hair and the other on my chest. We watched Emma and Holly tit fuck me, their nipples rubbing against each other, my swollen cock slipping between their breasts like a cucumber among watermelons. I reached behind Amy and Aysha to stroke their lower backs, then caress their asses through the pleated fabric of their skirts.

"Are you girls wearing panties under those uniforms?" I asked.

"Why don't you lift our skirts and find out?" Aysha replied, winking and lifting her ass a bit.

I found the hem of the girls' skirts and lifted them-not far, it turns out, since the skirts were scandalously short-seeing that Aysha was wearing a lacy black thong, running deliciously between her perfectly formed buttocks. On the other side, I saw that Amy was wearing a pair of white cotton panties, hugging her tight ass perfectly.

"I see you've gone the innocent route, hmm Amy?"

"I guess you'll have to corrupt me, sir," she said, smiling and wiggling her ass as my hand stroked it. "Make me your schoolgirl, slut."

She giggled loudly, putting one hand over her mouth. "Oh my god, that sounds so dirty!"

"Mmmm, I love it," I encouraged her. "Don't worry babe, you won't have anything to feel innocent about when today is over."

I let my hands roam over the girls' asses, stroking their curves, squeezing their firm cheeks, even giving them little spanks as they touched my body.

"So could you, like, tell that it was different people sucking your dick?" asked Holly bluntly as she threw her tits down onto my cock.

"I could definitely tell the technique kept changing, but I just assumed Emma was trying different things."

"Tell us what it felt like and who you think was blowing you," suggested Aysha.

"Hmmm, let's see..." I mused for a moment, looking around at the girls. "Emma must have started. She was slow and deliberate, with a more sensual approach. She liked to use her mouth while keeping her hand around the base of my cock."
"That's an easy one. What about the rest of us?" Holly chirped.

"Amy was next, I think. I could feel her teeth on my shaft."

Amy looked down, embarrassed.

"No no, it felt good, actually," I said sincerely, giving her tight ass a little squeeze, making her look at me and smile.

"Next was Holly, definitely. Really aggressive, sloppy, fast stroking and head bobbing," I continued.

"That leaves Aysha, but I'd recognise that mouth anywhere. She used her tongue a lot, swirling it around my head, and licking my balls and shaft. Well? How did I do?"

"Four for four," said Emma. "But it's not really fair. You've practically had our lips wrapped around your cock for most of the summer."

"Yeah. In fact, I'd be insulted if you got any wrong," added Aysha.

"I think we should give you a real test. Let your naughty students give you a pop quiz," Amy suggested.

The girls looked at her with mild surprise. Amy had always gone along with whatever sexual activity was happening (with the exception of anal. She still hadn't been brave enough to try it), but she rarely made the suggestions.

"Oooh, what were you thinking, Aym?" Emma asked.

Put on the spot, Amy's eyes widened a bit, but then a cheeky grin crept across her pretty pink lips.

"I think he should guess who's who by, um, tasting our pussies."

"Yes! I love it!" squeaked Holly.

"Ok ok... I'll put his blindfold back on. Now, you're not allowed to use your hands or it will be too easy-just your mouth." Amy said, taking charge, and she leaned down to kiss me before pulling the blindfold back down over my eyes.

I tucked my hands under the backs of my thighs so I wouldn't be tempted.

"Can you see anything?" asked Emma.

"Nope."

"Promise?"

"Mmhmm. I'm blind as a bat."

"Ok good," Holly said, seeming satisfied.

I heard the girls move around me, the two pairs of bouncing teen tits retreating from my cock and letting it slap back against my stomach. My lounger was jostled a bit and there was excited whispering, but I couldn't make anything out.

"Ok, first one," Emma said near me.

There was a pause, then more movement. Finally, I felt warm, wet, soft flesh bump firmly against my nose. I laughed and there was giggling above me. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue and the pussy moved down to allow my tongue to dip inside and lick the labia generously. I tongued a small, hard nub of one of the girls' clits, then sucked it, feeling a prickle of short pubic hair on my nose. The pussy began to push against my mouth, but whomever it belonged to moved away before I could taste it any longer.

"Hmmm..." I pondered aloud, licking my lips.

"No guessing until you've tasted all of us," Emma said.

The next pussy was equally wet, but the labia were bigger, puffier. I sucked on them, judging the size, then licked up to the clit-which was also larger than the last one-and just above, my tongue encountering the fabric of her panties, likely pulled to the side rather than removed. The cunt moved back up, pressing against my mouth firmly and I pushed my tongue deep inside to taste the musky juices. A moan was heard above me, but I couldn't tell whose it was, as it was muffled; probably by someone's hand.

Another teen twat was offered to me, and after tonguing it I discovered that she was oriented opposite to the others, her asshole near my nose. This pussy had smaller lips and a smaller clit than the last one, but was difficult to distinguish from the first. I spread my tongue out and felt it slide over the smooth skin above the clit: she was shaved. With my tongue still extended, the pussy rocked forward and down, dragging her juices along my tongue until her puckered asshole drew across my wet tongue. Then it lifted quickly after a sharp intake of breath.

I was slowly gathering clues.

Once more there was movement around me and I felt something warm and wet bump my chin. I obligingly stuck my tongue out and the soft mound was dragged up over my mouth. I licked and kissed and sucked away at the juicy cunt. It was wetter than the others, and the taste was a little sharper, more tangy. Her clit felt about the same as the previous girl. I tipped my mouth up to lick above her slit and felt the prickles of short pubes before encountering panty fabric. Her pussy moved up again and as I stuck my tongue out straight, it was pushed down so that I was probing inside her. I swirled my tongue aggressively and she mashed her cunt down on my mouth, then back up. I heard a soft sigh and someone's hand gripped my hair as the pussy pushed against my tongue over and over, fucking it as her juices dripped down my chin.

There was murmuring and I felt whomever it was stumble a bit as she was pulled away reluctantly. I licked my lips again and pondered.

My blindfold was removed and I blinked and squinted again. Four young, sexy schoolgirls stood in front of me, smiling and holding their hands behind their backs. I noticed that Emma and Holly had tucked her tits back into her stretched white tops.

"Well? Guess who?" said Holly.

"For each correct guess, that girl has to show you her breasts. For each incorrect guess, you'll have to give oral sex to them," Amy said as if reading from a rulebook.

"That's a punishment?" I questioned with a chuckle.

"More of a reward for the one you couldn't guess," Emma smirked.

I hadn't seen the girls in a week, and although the style of their pubic hair occasionally changed, I couldn't clearly recall who had been recently shaved, and who hadn't. At the beginning of the summer all four of them had ended up with bare pussies, but two had now chosen to grow at least a little patch back above their mounds. I had my suspicions about who the second and third pussies belonged to, but the first and last I wasn't sure about.

"Hmmm... number three was Aysha. I know because she couldn't resist letting me tongue her asshole."

Aysha blushed, then unbuttoned her top to the knot and pulled it open, exposing her deliciously perky tits to me, pinching her nipples.

"Ok, that's one," said Amy.

"Number two was..." I paused, pointing my finger at the girls and letting it wander back and forth between them like a carnival shooting game. "Holly."

She clicked her tongue and stamped her black heel, making her jugs bounce. "Ugh! How did you know?" she whined.

"You've got the biggest clit, sweetie. I love feeling that hard nub pressed against my tongue."

"Not as much as I do!" she admitted, then popped the last valiantly attached button clean off her shirt and reached in to let her breasts spill over the tied fabric underneath them. My cock twitched as I gazed upon her busty beauties, the areolas a slightly lighter colour than that of her tanned skin.

"Two more to go. It's a fifty-fifty chance," Aysha said.

I brought my fingers to my chin, stroking it contemplatively. This was proving more difficult than I had anticipated.

"The last one was... Emma?" I said, more as a question.

"Nope!" Amy announced quickly and loudly, a huge grin splitting her face.

"Ooooh wow. So it was you who was so eager to have her little pussy eaten," I winked at Amy and she bit her lip and nodded.

"And now you get to do it," she said, stepping forward.

"I'm next!" cried Emma, putting her hand up like she was in a classroom.

"What are we gonna do, Aysh? Hmmm, I guess we'll have to suck his big cock as punishment," Holly decided quickly with sarcastic disappointment.

Aysha had knelt between my legs on the lounger before Holly could move, nudging my ball sack with her nose as her tongue went to work. Holly watched her for a second, then knelt behind her, lifting the skirt up and running her hands over Aysha's round ass.

Meanwhile, Amy had stood astride my head, giving me a heavenly upskirt view of her white panties, which had a noticeable wet spot on them. She reached between her legs and pulled her panties to the side, exposing her pretty little pussy, the tip of a small triangle of red pubic hair visible above her deep pink slit and disappearing underneath her panties. She bent her legs as Emma held her skirt up for her, lowering her mound to my hungry mouth.

I heard a sharp gasp as I pressed my tongue against her labia. I slowly licked up her slit, then back down, the tip of my tongue slipping between her soft lips as I tasted her tangy juices once again. Her delicate folds were warm, and as my tongue wiggled within them she whimpered lightly, her hand grasping the top of the lounger as she looked down at me with her green eyes.

"Mmmm, you taste so good, Amy. You want me to lick your clit?" I asked, kissing her inner thigh.

She nodded quickly, "Y-yes please," she squeaked politely.

My hands, now free to roam, slid up the backs of her thighs to her ass, caressing it, then letting one hand slip between her legs, my index and ring fingers parting her lips to expose her small, hard clit. When my tongue touched it she gasped and twitched, her ass tightening on my hand. I flicked it again, getting the same reaction. Then again.

"I'm so sensitive..." she sighed, her free hand cupping her breast and lightly pinching her erect nipple.

I kissed her clit, making sure my lips covered it, then I began gently sucking, pulling her nub between my lips and drawing harder on it, my cheeks pulling in. This elicited nothing short of a moan as her eyes rolled back and her hips rocked forward.

While I suckled Amy's clitoris, Aysha was giving my cock and balls a thorough tongue bath. She lapped, tickled, swirled, poked, and slurped over my scrotum, shaft, and head like it was a rapidly melting popscicle. She only used her fingers to position my cock in various orientations so that she could tongue every inch of my manhood. It felt divine, and made me hungry to have her suck it deep and hard. Holly looked rather busy behind Aysha's round ass, her pigtails swishing and bouncing as she used her mouth on Aysha's ass cheeks and pussy.

"Ooouuuu yeah! Tongue my asshole, Hols!" she squealed at one point. Clearly Holly's mouth was pleasuring more than just Aysha's cunt.

"You're such a dirty girl, Aysh," Emma laughed, then turned her attention back to me and Amy.

She watched as I sucked Amy's clit, giving it a good tonguing every now and again as Amy's breathing quickened. She ran her hand up Amy's tummy and began unbuttoning her top, leaving the tie around her neck to drape between the modest swells of her breasts as she pulled the top open to expose them. Her hand cupped over Amy's breast, squeezing it as the two girls looked down at me.

"Does it feel good, Aym?" asked Emma, a tinge of envy in her voice.

"Mmmmm, yeah... so good... so..." Amy said breathlessly, trailing off as she tugged on her other nipple, her hips rocking faster, her legs beginning to tremble.

"Oh my god, you're going to cum soon, aren't you?" Emma said, grinning.

Amy ignored her, focused instead on my mouth as I flicked her clit with my tongue and kneaded her ass cheek. Her mouth was open and she was whimpering. Her hand slipped from the top of the lounger to grip my hair as I dined on her pussy.

"Look at him eat your cute little pussy, Aym. So hot. Cum on his mouth," encouraged Emma, still playing with Amy's breast and holding her skirt out of the way so Amy and I could look into each other's eyes.

Her hand tightened in my hair and her legs shook as her orgasm gripped her, pussy juice dripping over my chin as she came.

"Uuuuuuhhhhhhnnnn!" she moaned, her eyes rolling back again as her hips jerked, forcing her clit across my tongue in spasms of ecstasy.

I slurped her cum hungrily and moaned against her pussy as she trembled, then gradually relaxed, finally backing off and reaching down to cup her pussy as if trying to contain the waves of pleasure pulsing from it. Emma helped her step over me as she found a seat nearby, her chest and cheeks burning red.

"Thank you," she said shyly, a cheeky grin on her lips as she pulled her panties across her mound again, straightening her skirt as if she was back in class sitting at her desk like a keen student.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. Always a pleasure. Now who's next?"

"You got me wrong too, baby," said Emma without missing a beat, stepping over the lounger and pulling her skirt up to show me a tiny pink thong.

I reached up to pull it aside, revealing her pussy and the landing strip above it.

"Ah, I see you're re-growing your little patch."

Emma nodded. "Yeah. I like how it looks. I hope you don't mind."

"Give me that pussy and I'll show you what I think," I smirked up at her.

She giggled and lowered her cunt down to my lips, her face nearly obscured by her two enourmous tits. I tipped my chin up and kissed the short stubble of her landing strip, then slowly licked it, enjoying the prickle against my tongue. I kissed her pubes over and over, moving very slowly down to her bare labia, which I sucked between my lips.

"Aaaah, fuck baby," she moaned, sliding her fingers through my hair as Amy had done.

As I began to feast on her teen pussy, Aysha's mouth had finally progressed to my tip, her lips kissing it several times before sliding over the head. Her tongue made laps around my glans like a formula one car before her head began to bob, giving my cock the blowjob I had been craving. Her small hand worked the base of my member as she sucked my head. I moaned against Emma's pussy in appreciation.

The oral sex continued, and soon me, Emma, and Aysha were all vocalising our pleasure. I took a short break from tongue-fucking Emma's twat to look between her legs at Aysha and Holly. Aysha was now jerking my dick and sucking on my balls. She squeaked as Holly sat up, her chin and lips glistening with Aysha's wetness.

"How do you like that, slut?" Holly said with a naughty smile, her arm working and making her tits wobble.

"Oh yeah, work my holes," Aysha replied with my shaft pressed firmly against the side of her face, making it evident that Holly was fingering both her pussy and her ass.

Emma's hand was pulling a little more urgently at my hair, and I decided to add some more stimulation for her. I kissed up to her clit, then sucked it between my lips as I had done to Amy. My fingers walked up her inner thigh and dipped between her pussy lips, tracing circles around her drenched opening, teasing it before pushing my middle finger inside her. She whined and her ass clenched briefly as I lapped her bean, wiggling my finger in her pussy before sliding it out, then adding my ring finger, feeling her stretch a little around my digits.

"Yes! Finger my pussy, sir. Teach your little student how a real man eats pussy," she exclaimed, playing along with the schoolgirl theme.

"I think he likes being a dirty schoolteacher," giggled Aysha, feeling my cock flex against her face following Emma's comment.

"You're damn right I do. And you girls are proving to be star pupils," I agreed, sliding my fingers in and out of Emma's juicy cunt.

And it was true. As I flattened my tongue against Emma's hard clit and rotated my head while fingering her dripping pussy, I marvelled at how lucky I was-not just to have Emma surprise me in such a way by including all her friends, but by arranging for this fantasy dress-up. Four slutty, horny, beautiful schoolgirls all desperate to suck me off, have their pussies licked and filled by my cock, have their teen bodies touched, stroked, groped, kissed. It truly was a fantasy, and I was living it.

"Aaaahhhh fuck! You're going to make my pussy cum, sir!" squealed Emma.

I redoubled my efforts, nodding my head rapidly as I roughly ran my tongue up and down her clit, my fingers now curling inside her to stroke her g-spot. Soon, Emma's legs were trembling and her fist tugged at my hair. I felt warm liquid begin to run down my hand.

"Oooohhh! I can't s-stop it!" she cried, but I already knew what was coming, and refused to let up.

I felt the hand around my shaft stop stroking and the lips pop off my knob as Aysha looked up. Emma began to squirt on my face as I finally pulled my fingers free, feeling a gush of clear liquid spray against my chin and neck. Her legs straightened, pulling away from my mouth as she shook, angling her hips up and giving my face a good squirt of her cum. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, accepting her juices as she sprayed me, feeling it run down my chest and stomach.

Emma trembled above me, her tits giggling as she gasped, her pussy subsiding to a drip as she panted. Her legs, dangerously wobbly, finally gave out and she slid down my body until her breasts came to rest under my chin, her forehead against mine.

"Oh my god... I'm sorry. I didn't think I was going to..." she murmured, seeming a little embarrassed.

"Don't apologise, baby. That was fucking hot. And you know I love to taste your cum," I responded, licking my lips.

She smiled warmly, her eyes half-lidded, then kissed me, tasting herself on my tongue and lips. Suddenly she yelped and jerked against me, her tits bouncing off my chin.

"Get off him, squirty-mcsquirtson," said Holly, who was now kneeling where Aysha had been and had just smacked Emma's ass. "I've got a teacher's cock to suck!"

Emma kissed me again, then let Aysha help her up, sitting next to Amy on a patio chair and adjusting her panties so they covered her pussy again, jumping a little bit due to her increased sensitivity. Her top was soaked through with her cum, and I could clearly see her nipples through the now sheer white fabric.

Holly leaned over me and licked up my abs and over my chest, pursing her lips and slurping Emma's squirt into her mouth. She then positioned herself over my cock and dribbled it out onto it, stroking it in, then opening her mouth to feed my cock into it.

She sucked me noisily and aggressively, slurping and moaning, taking me deep with every stroke.

"Fuck, Holly... aaahhhh..." I groaned, throwing my hands back to grip the top of the lounger as I watched her gobble my knob.

"Mmmmmm... and I get to suck it with a fresh coating of pussy juice," she giggled, then slapped my dick head against her tongue wetly.

All the girls watched Holly suck on my cock, until she popped it from her lips and looked up at Aysha.

"Are you going to eat my pussy, or just, like, stand there gawking?" Holly barked.

Aysha blinked, then knelt behind Holly, throwing her skirt up and spanking Holly's ass hard.

"Aaah! Bitch!" she shrieked, but laughed and put my cock back in her mouth, her fingers rolling my balls as she bobbed her head like a pro.

"You've done this before, haven't you, you little slut? How many other teachers have you sucked off?" I said, reaching down to stroke her cheek, getting back into my role.

"Ay huckt arwot ah hock," she gurgled around my impressive girth.

I pulled her pigtails up so that my dick slipped free of her lips.

"Pardon me, missy?"

She wiped her drooling mouth with the back of her hand.

"I said I've sucked a lot of cock, sir. How do you think I get such good grades?" she giggled, then spit on my knob, letting the thick saliva drip down to her fist, pumping her hand to spread it along my length.

"Wait..." Emma interrupted, leaning forward and pointing accusingly at Holly. "Holy shit, is THAT how you passed chem last year?"

For the first time in recent memory, Holly's cheeks flushed and she had an uncharacteristically bashful expression.

"I knew it! There's no way you could have passed that class without a miracle. Oh my god!" Emma exclaimed loudly, leaning forward and still pointing her finger, but wearing a gloating smile. "Professor Calloway?!" she then added, wrinkling her nose.

"Whatever," scoffed Holly. "He'd been checking out my tits like a dirty old man all semester so I decided it would be easy to blow him so he'd let me pass."

"Ugh, can you believe this slut?" Emma sounded exasperated.
I looked down at Holly, who was looking up at me as she tongued the underside of my cock head, squeezing my shaft with both hands.

"Well, yeah," I said, shrugging.

"Don't worry sir, you're way hotter, and your cock is..." she trailed off, stroking it as she admired it and bit her lip. "There's like, no comparison."

"Then let's see what grade you can achieve, sexy. Get my fat cock down your throat," I ordered.

She dribbled onto my tip again, then opened her mouth wide and began taking me in, slowly lowering her mouth down on my member, her full lips slipping over the head and down the shaft, her tongue velvety soft on the underside of my cock, my tip meeting some resistance as it bumped the back of her throat.

Her eyes teared up, but she didn't blink, only held eye contact with me. I pulled her pigtails down, easing my cock into her throat as she gagged briefly, but regained her composure as she swallowed my rod.

"Mmmmmm fuck yeah, baby, all the way down," I praised her, finally feeling her chin press against my balls.

She blinked rapidly, holding her head down on my manhood, her pink painted fingernails digging into my upper thighs. Finally she pulled back and gasped, spit hanging between her lips and my thickly coated phallus.

"Good girl. You're definitely up to a C," I chuckled.

She went back to work, letting me use her pigtails like handles and allowing me to fuck her throat. She gagged and gurgled between her moans as Aysha went to work behind her, licking and finger fucking Holly's pussy as Amy and Emma watched from their chairs.

My balls had been boiling ever since Emma had begun to tit fuck me, and the way Holly was deep throating me I knew I wouldn't last long before I exploded. It seemed that Holly could sense this, as her rhythm increased and she began fondling my balls.

"Hey, Holly's gonna make him cum!" cried Amy, Holly receiving yet another accusatory finger pointed in her direction.

"Don't you dare!" said Emma, and knelt down to pull Holly's mouth off my cock by one of her pigtails.

"Aw come on, we've gotta let him blow his load sometime," whinged Holly, a string of saliva swaying from her chin and dripping down between her tits. "I can definitely get my grade up to an A."

"Never mind, Holly. This is a group presentation," I said, then sat up, finally standing on legs which felt a bit shaky. I gestured to the vacated lounger. "Sit down, girls. Time for the final exam."

The girls scrambled to sit side-by-side on the lounger-Amy, Emma, Holly, and Aysha, respectively. I stood in front of them with my hands on my hips, my heavy cock stiff, throbbing, and waving in front of their eager young faces. My balls felt heavy, practically aching for release. I was nearly agog at how dirty and hot these teenaged nymphos looked in their schoolgirl outfits, their pigtails swinging, their eager eyes shining, their tits out and proud over their tied tops. It was almost enough to make me ejaculate all over them without any physical stimulation whatsoever.

I moved from mouth to mouth, letting each girl suck me and stroke me for a bit before moving to the next hot, wet mouth. They all looked up into my eyes, theirs filled with lust, each girl trying her hardest to milk the cum from my cock; but I would pull away when I felt I was getting too close.

"Girls, this was Emma's idea, so it's her who gets to hold my cock and make me cum," I said.

Emma smiled and the other girls whined and frowned.

"Now now, I'll have none of that. I'm sure she'll be a good friend and share her spoils."

I stepped forward and Emma greedily grasped my rod, pumping it as her other hand rested on my thigh. The other girls touched my legs, abdomen, stomach, balls, ass, all stimulating me at once. Emma had just put her mouth over my cock head when I felt a warm tingling build in my loins.

"Oooooh wow," I moaned, lacing my hands on top of my head.

"He's gonna cum!" squealed Aysha, kneading my ass cheek.

Emma looked up at me with her pretty brown doe eyes, her pigtails swaying as she rapidly bobbed her head, sucking the last couple inches of my cock as her hand pumped my shaft, twisting around it on the girls' saliva, jostling my balls with every stroke. She moaned as her lips pulled at my engorged glans, her eyes pleading silently for her creamy reward.

"Come on, baby, let her have it," said Holly, her fingers moving between my legs to caress my bouncing balls as she licked her lips.

"Fuck yes... cumming..." I groaned, feeling my cock swell and my sack tighten in Holly's palm.

Hearing this, Emma pulled her lips from my knob and backed away a few inches, opening her mouth wide and extending her tongue, stroking me even faster, making her tits jiggle like jelly in an earthquake, her eyes still looking up at me expectantly.

I cried out and unleashed a mighty blast of thick semen directly across her tongue and into her mouth. Her eyelashes flickered and she flinched a tiny bit as she received my cumshot, but she didn't back off, opening her mouth wider to accept another spurt. The other girls had gathered in so close that they were all cheek-to-cheek, smiling, but with their lips parted, ready for Emma to share me.

Em closed her mouth and pointed my cock at Amy, who received a hard shot over her lips, her tongue darting out to lick the warm spunk hungrily. Aysha was next, smiling and accepting a thick rope of jizz across the length of her face. Finally, Holly took a powerful spurt which missed her open mouth and ricoched off her round cheek and up onto her forehead and into her hair.

The hand stroking my cock as I bent my knees and rocked my hips became more erratic, and my cum began to spray like a sprinkler, showering the teen's faces with droplets of milky spunk as they giggled. The long wait and drawn out session the girls had given me resulted in an abundance of cum, showering their sexy faces liberally with my sticky cum as I moaned again and again. Finally reduced to a thick trickle, which Emma licked off my sensitive tip, she stopped stroking and opened her mouth wide to show me the load she had caught, rolling it around in her mouth with her tongue. Her lips closed and she swallowed, relishing it, then blinking as she showed me a now empty, pink mouth.

"Hey, I thought you were gonna share!" complained Holly, wiping jizz from her eye with one finger before popping it between her lips.

"Sorry girls, I needed that yummy cum bad," admitted Em, touching some thick drops which had fallen on her bosom.

The girls turned to each other, kissing and licking my cum, laughing, sharing, touching. Amy took the opportunity to break away from her friends so she could clean the residual spunk from my cock, licking it slowly off the shaft, and sucking it from my tip, savouring every drop as she gently squeezed my still stiff-yet softening-member.

As I wiped a drop of cum from Amy's cheek with my thumb, something in my awareness alerted me to a change. I couldn't tell what the change was, at first. The weather? No, the sun was still shining, the breeze still soft. It still smelled of grass and the girls' perfume, the aroma of my cum now added to the mix. The birds still chirped in the trees, and the-

The music. It wasn't playing.

"Enjoying yourselves?" said a voice behind me.

A couple of the girls squeaked in surprise and I winced, not wanting to turn around and confirm what my ears had hinted at.

We weren't alone. And that voice could only belong to one person: Carmen.

But the panic I saw in the schoolgirls' cum-splattered faces suggested something else.

Carmen was not alone, either.

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Oct 9, 2018 in blowjob

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