He loses control: comes all over their huge tits

THAT DID IT.

Cum shot out of me like a geyser, spray after spray blasting up beneath their kissing mouths and raining down across the expanse of exposed cleavage. Every molecule I had left of the stuff evacuated my body and launched out into the open air.

Satisfied with their handiwork, the girls pulled apart, leaving sticky strings of semen trailing between their matching breasts. I collapsed into the couch, thoroughly spent.

“Best. S’mores. Ever,” Stephanie joked.

...

Come Monday, there was a spring in my step and a smile on my face. I mean, come on, who wouldn’t be smiling? I even waved good morning to the spider who lived above my locker and just wouldn’t die no matter what I did. As I grabbed a textbook for first period, I heard a voice calling to me:

“Ian, are you okay?”

I spun to see Corrine, looking sexy and radiant as ever in a sleeveless brown t-shirt that pulled enticingly around her enormous chest.

“Yeah, I’m great. Why?”

“You’ve been humming the James Bond song really, really loudly for the last five minutes.”

“I was?”

She flashed me a knowing smile and nodded. I hadn’t even realized I was doing it.

When the six of us met up for lunch, we all came clean about what had happened over the weekend. I, for one, was glad to have everything out in the open. It had been hard enough trying to keep my brief hospital rendezvous with Stephanie a secret; I don’t know how I would have kept mum about all the insanity that had over the weekend.

Amy teasingly told the other girls about how I had come in her hand the moment I saw Corrine’s breasts, but I wasn’t exactly embarrassed given the context of the situation. The real shocker was when Stephanie and Elizabeth told the others about everything that had happened after they all left.

Talia, Corrine, and Amy listened in stunned silence. One by one, they turned to look my way, as if seeing me in a whole new light.

The next two weeks were maybe the best of my young life. Stephanie and I couldn’t get enough of each other’s bodies, stealing every second we could manage for a frantic blowjob or some frenzied, admittedly uncomfortable sex in the back seat of a car. On a couple occasions, Elizabeth joined in on the fun, though unlike Stephanie she had no intention of losing her virginity just yet.

I still remember how Elizabeth’s eyes had practically popped out of her head the first time she saw my shaft disappear inside the folds of her BFF’s pussy. It must have really got her going, because ten seconds later Elizabeth was riding my face in perfect sync with Stephanie’s rhythmic bouncing on my cock. Stephanie’s slender fingers grabbed hold of her friend’s wild, storm tossed breasts and tweaked those big, super-sensitive nipples while my tongue butterflied on Elizabeth’s clit–and the three of us shared an earth-shattering, simultaneous orgasm.

But one thing kept nagging me: how did I really feel about Stephanie?