Into the den

Johnwalked into the den where two couples were giving each other oral sex. Over in the easy chair sat Brad Hicks, one of the good-looking, popular guys, getting a blow job from some girl with a great figure and long red hair. She might be Heather Maxwell, one of the volleyball players, but he couldn’t really tell. His eyes were closed, and he was moaning. On the floor, Tiffany Porter, a cheerleader, was sitting on some unidentifiable guy’s face and facing John. She was wearing a red and gold skirt, the school colors, and, apparently, no panties with a white shirt tied up under her ample tits. Her long brown hair and the large lumps of her breasts under her shirt were jiggling from his efforts.

She looked up at him with a sultry stare. “He’s here!” she said loudly. “Heather, he’s here!”

The redhead raised her head and looked around at him. She had a flash of recognition and said, “Oh, goodie. I was wondering when you were going to show up, John.” They both stood up and walked toward him. The two guys got a confused look on their faces and looked at him as well. They also got a look of recognition which changed to a lusty, predatory look with a hint of continued confusion. They also got up and walked toward him; Brad still had his dick jutting out of his pants. You blindly place his drink behind him on a bookshelf.

Something had gone wrong. These people should have simply acknowledged that he should be here, not have him become the object of their desire.

He had just enough time to hit Brad with a mind probe that switched off his arousal. His cock instantly wilted, and he walked out of the room with a nod to John. The two women get to him first, pinning him against the wall, and Tiffany puts a kiss on his lips that would melt iron. Heather knelt down and started unsnapping his jeans. The other guy, Chad something, was coming around the side with his hands extended, as if to grope him.