A simple request

The knock on the door would have been startling if I didn't have one ear on the other side of it, fingers pushed together in anticipation.

"Um. Hello? Ernie?" It was Sammy's muffled voice through the wood.

There went the pounding in my chest again. And the pumping, down below.

It was time to do this. Grabbing the knob, I turned it open.

When I opened the door I saw her step back a little. Mentally I noted that I had swung it a little more fiercely than normal. And that I was breathing a little hard. Calm down, tiger. Nothing has even happened yet and I was already working up a sweat. "Yes, what's up?" I collected myself, wiping an imaginary bead from my brow as the Asian cutie blinked at me.

"Oh," she modestly went on, taking a step forward. "Sorry to bother you... you're not busy, are you?"

"No." I felt each microbe of bacteria in my saliva racing down my esophagus. (Sorry.) My hand clutched the door as she looked at me with tried and true patience. "Why, what did you.... need?" I lent a glance to the end of the hall. "Is the bathroom locked again?"

"Oh, no," she chuckled softly, waving her hands. "It's not that. We just needed a drink."

Oh mamma mia.

"That's all."

Here we go!!

"So..." she glanced down. "If you don't mind..." As I watched her, I realized, surprisingly, no blush colored her cheeks. Her tone was a little tapered and sounded deliberately vague, but not out of a self-implosive sense of embarrassment. It seemed like she was just talking the usual way she did, in this case probably about something that to her should've been relatively no big deal about, although still a little personal to some extent, (like any request was) so perhaps she was just waiting for me to get the picture.

I decided to meet her halfway.

"Ahem." Adjusting my collar, I coughed, "I see. So... this means..." It was too late; I was tenting harder than a stripper pole under a collapsed curtain. With a rub, I looked at Sammy with blatant desire, even though she didn't seem to notice it. "You want me to cum in your mouth. Sure, I'd be happy to give you some of my hot spunk Sammy."

Sammy smiled and nodded, glad I got the idea as, of course, expected. "I'm already feeling somewhat dry in the throat," she made a display of cupping her throat, pouting at me playfully. Then, she jutted a thumb towards the living room. "You still have some semen to spare for the three of us?"

As hard as ever, I closed the door and grinned. "Of course. You know me, multi-liter Ernie, am I right?"

Sammy laughed, ribbingly. "Well, who doesn't?"

Who doesn't.

Who doesn't?? Did I hear her just say that?

It was a miracle, that was the only possible explanation. Maybe science would come with some explanation. But a by-the-numbers 'book'?

I could barely feel my feet as I practically floated into the living room with Sammy, where Tina and Diana were waiting.

"Finally!" Diana stood up. As I approached the table, she casually placed a hand against my crotch and rubbed it, giving my head a gentle squeeze. "Oh, good," she sighed. "It's hard as a friken frozen pipe right now. Is it okay if I get a direct oral drink?"

"Jeez, Diana," Tina rolled her eyes. "Going the 'ol BJ route, are you?"

"It's not a BJ, Tina." The two girls set aside 5 seconds to eye-duel before Diana moved her face back in my direction, tucking a strip of blond hair over her ear. "It's just, the taste is best and freshest when you get it straight out of cock and right at orgasm, no matter the time of day. Especially if you get a real good feeling climax and all. If you bother to put in the work then you'd know it."

"I'm just fine with a normal tea-flavored cup of Ernie's cum in my belly, thank you very much." Tina folded her arms and sat back. "Besides, you look like you're milking a cow when you do that."

"Fair enough, you do you. I'm gonna suck his cock, okay?" The blonde skater girl looked at me expectantly, hands on her thighs. "That cool with you."

I think that may have been a question, but coming out of her I at first believed she was just making a remark. Which she probably was.

After I nodded, simply enthralled at the idea of all these girls making time to drink my cum like it was a special breakfast menu item, Diana quipped, "Great", and unzipped my pants, fishing out my penis in her warm, surprisingly pleasant feeling hands.

She wiggled it back and forth a little, before expertly stroking it and even pressing a finger or two against my balls. All right there in the middle of my home, in front of two other hot girls, Samantha Kee and Tina Garner, currently in queue for some cum-freshment. To be fair, none of these girls seemed to match the kind of description that would make this behavior particularly expected from them. But Diana was a unique case since she displayed the most effort at detached, contrarian teen archetype-fulfillment, even after she was forced to join the club by her mom as a way of 'finding a better place' in her academic life. And she also seemed to be put off by, disdainful to, even, my very presence at times, even if it mostly seemed walled behind her natural guise of indifference.

So, to see her energetically working on my cock with her hands, and kissing the tip of my penis as she latched the edge of her tongue onto the top of my shaft in order to get the best orgasm out of me possible -- it was so hot I was practically on the verge of cumming right then and there.