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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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She leaned in and kissed me gently and whispered in my ear. “You are a passionate and wonderful lover. Under any other circumstances I would be happy to spend the rest of my life with you. But, that is not the cards that have been dealt. I’m an assistant and you’re the escort. I’ll see you later tonight.”

She turned around and went back inside, the door closing behind her.

Off I went to get the items for the back pack from the list that Helen had given me earlier.


* * *

I picked up all the items for my back pack from the list. The back pack was stuffed full. I decided that I was hungry but needed a quick shower before I could start dressing for the night shift. Once again, I felt nauseated. I took a slug of brandy to help calm my stomach.

While I was in the shower, I decided to not masturbate. Not enough time, I thought to myself. I needed to dress, eat, and get over to the office by 6:30pm.

After the shower, I put on my navy-blue suit along with muted yellow long sleeve shirt. I had picked out a tie and handkerchief earlier but was now rethinking that choice. I decide that I was just overthinking something as simple as a tie. I put the tie on and grabbed my wallet and keys to head to work.

All the way to work, I wondered about Favor. A tough, no nonsense lady? Plain spoken-to what extent? Most requested-why? I trusted Helen and to a certain extent, Madam Faith. Yet, I knew that Madam Faith was management and Helen was staff so ‘trust’ was like an egg, fragile yet sturdy.

I arrived at work. I was able to park on the first floor of the parking garage and was happy about that.

I grabbed my back pack and headed to the staircase to ride up to the third floor for the crossover to the office building.

When I got to the crossover, I took a deep breath still trying to calm my nervous stomach.

“Well, here I go.” I thought to myself.

The security guy remembered me from a week ago. He congratulated me on getting the job. He didn’t even look in my back pack, which I found odd but none the less I went to the staircase.

At the 3rd floor, I got off the staircase and headed over to the Niceties Escort Services office doors. Again, I just walked in.

Helen saw me first and sprinted across the lobby. When she got to me, she leapt into my chest and kissed me passionately. I dropped my back pack and put my arms around her and kissed her back intertwining my tongue with hers. I could feel her wonderful body pressing tightly against mine. My cock was at full mast with her in my arms. Goodness, she always smells so delicious.




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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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Josephine grabbed the base of my dick. She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock. I felt her warm mouth glide over my rigid cock. The head of my cock passed her gag reflex all the way into her throat. She began to bob up and down licking, sucking, and swallowing my cock. She made loud slurping sounds which turned me on even further. She reached under my balls and inserted a wet finger into my ass.

That got me there. I felt my balls tightening up passing the point of no return.

“I’m going to cum.” I emphasized.

Josephine pulled me down her throat even further and held on to my hips with both hands.

“I’m cumming. oh goodness, that feels so good!” I said almost out of breath.

I shot about five heavy ropes of cum inside of her mouth and throat.

Josephine smiled at me and winked. She swallowed every drip not letting any escape her warm cum filled mouth.

She licked my cock clean. Then she stood up and kissed me passionately. Our tongues intertwined with me being able to taste my spunk on her tongue.

“OK everyone, let’s sit down and eat lunch. Everyone agree? Even you Emman?” Madam Faith said.

“I’m starving, let’s do some grub,” Helen exclaimed.

We all went back down to the other end of the table to fill our plates and enjoy each other’s company and a fine meal.

“Oh yeah, before I forget Emman. Miss Favor wants you to meet her in the parking garage on the last floor at 6:30 not 8. I think she wants to ‘interview’ you. HA HA HA!” Madam Faith bellowed loudly.

We ate until we were stuffed. I got up, got dressed, and kissed everyone before I left.

Helen walked me to the exit. We stepped into the hall. I spun around and kissed her as passionately as I could. I kept kissing her until she broke the kiss. This woman affects me. I think she knows it.

She leaned in and kissed me gently and whispered in my ear. “You are a passionate and wonderful lover. Under any other circumstances I would be happy to spend the rest of my life with you. But, that is not the cards that have been dealt. I’m an assistant and you’re the escort. I’ll see you later tonight.”

She turned around and went back inside, the door closing behind her.

Off I went to get the items for the back pack from the list that Helen had given me earlier.





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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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Lord have mercy. The spate of insecurity in the country really calls for divine solution.

Ah, this is a case of the delicasy is ready but there is no flavour.

Zamar:
Interesting

Thanks

kweensheba:
Nice one.

Thanks

What a pity. She needs professional help. Say no to drugs.

Too bad. Say no to fraud.

I placed it at the entrance to her womanhood. I pushed the head in slowly. Helen leaned down to begin kissing Josephine. I saw Madam Faith’s face lower down to Josephine’s beautiful chest,

I thrust into Josephine with my rock-hard cock. Josephine gasped through Helen’s kiss. I began sliding my cock in and out of her warm and very tight pussy. I slammed it in again and again, and again. I saw Josephine’s eyes begin to glaze over. Her breathing became short and shallow.

I just kept banging her harder and harder. In and out. In and out. Watching Madam Faith work on Josephine’s breast and Helen continuing to kiss her passionately had Josephine really worked up.

All at once, it was if her entire body shut down. She stopped breathing. Her arms went limp. Her eyes were closed. Madam Faith stopped working on Josephine’s chest. She stood up and slapped her cheek. All at once, there was a big gasp of air, again. I breathed again. This time knowing what I had done, but still worried none the less until she came around.




Chapter Four


“Emman, that’s what happened to me?” Helen asked.

“Yes” I replied.

“Oh, my goodness, Josephine was right, that is so very sexy!” Helen exclaimed.

“Ahh, what happened?” Josephine asked.

Helen smiled and said, “Emman bleeped you unconscious.”

“WHAT? You’re telling me he did to me what he did to you? NOOOO WAY!! That’s so cool.” Josephine exclaimed.

Josephine stood up, a bit wobbly to lean into me and kiss me. Helen came over and joined in the kiss.

Madam Faith stood there smiling. I spoke up saying, “Madam Faith, why don’t you come over here and join us?”

“No, Emman. But my girls will make you cum if you let them,” Madam Faith replied.

“WHAT? You haven’t cum yet? You just bleeped three women and yet you haven’t cum. What the hell are you taking for that?” Josephine asked completely floored.

Helen and Josephine both knelt to begin sucking me. I stepped in between them to sit in the chair as my legs were now getting tired from the standing and banging.

The gals spun around to face me. Helen began licking my very wet cock. I was still covered with woman juice. Josephine began sucking on my balls. I put a hand gently on the back of each ladies’ head. Not trying to force them but more to stead them in what they were doing.

Madam Faith suggested that they kiss with my cock between their lips. I thought that was a great idea.

Helen released my cock from her throat and put it between herself and Josephine’s mouth.

I slid forward on the chair thrusting my hips making my cock move up and down between them.

“Helen, would you mind if Josephine finishes me off?” I gently asked.

“No, that is fine. That’s her specialty anyways,” Helen replied.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt your feelings. I just felt like I ‘owed’ her for not letting finish with the earlier Mouth Gig.” I said with a bit of tenderness in my voice.

Josephine grabbed the base of my dick. She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock. I felt her warm mouth glide over my rigid cock. The head of my cock passed her gag reflex all the way into her throat. She began to bob up and down licking, sucking, and swallowing my cock. She made loud slurping sounds which turned me on even further. She reached under my balls and inserted a wet finger into my ass.




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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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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.




Sweeter Than Honey: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/sweeter_than_honey/43801