Let the Fivesome begin!

Blowjobs were great. Double blowjobs, whether it was your girlfriends or some other mix, were really great.

Triple blowjobs, something you would never have dreamed of actually experiencing before that summer, were almost overwhelming. Three mouths, three tongues, three sets of eyes.

Four was sexy but awkward.

You ended up on your back on Sabrina’s bed and the girls all spread out with their heads near your crotch, lying on their stomachs with their butts pointed up in the air and their feet kicking behind them in the air as they giggled and laughed and made sexy eyes at you. They were kissing all over your thighs and balls and cock shaft, but avoiding the head.

“Damn teases,” you sighed.

“Those are fighting words,” Sabrina said, dipping lower and sucking one of your balls between her lips.

“Yeah, I don’t think four naked chicks literally in bed with you is ‘teasing’ unless we don’t intend to do anything else,” Tasha smirked, then licked the side of your cock.

“Then again, we could be teases,” Becks said. “We could just stop touching his cock altogether and take care of each other.” She raised her eyebrows as she looked at Tasha, and the blonde grinned and then they came together in their first kiss. You groaned as you watched them shift from tentatively exploring to deepening into the same kind of kisses they shared with Gemma and Sabrina.

Gemma, still wearing her undone shirt and bra, was the one to take charge and raise up more onto her hands and knees, taking the head of your cock into her mouth. She chuckled around it as she watched your eyes dart from her, to Sabrina, to the two other girls making out.

Eventually, Becks and Tasha stopped kissing, both a little breathless from it and grinning goofily, and went back to blowing you. The girls shifted who took priority, each taking a turn being the main ‘sucker’ while the others played supporting roles, teasing your sack or kissing the sides of your shaft. They were all good at it, and the feel of all those lips and tongues was amazing, but your favourite parts were the transitions when one would decide it was her turn to her your cock in her mouth properly and she’d raise up and start kissing and licking until both were focused on pleasuring the head or your cock. The combination felt endless (mathematically there were only six different pairings, but it felt fucking endless) and each woman had a slightly different technique that had you slowly thrusting your hips, begging for more.

Gemma eventually slid up from her position more at your side, coming up to kiss your lips as she pressed her bra-clad tits to your side and chest. “Having fun, babe?” she asked quietly, her eyes reflecting her smile as she looked deep into yours from up close.

“Yes,” you said. “It’s amazing. Are you?”

She nodded with a little smirk, then pecked your lips again before sitting up. “Alright, cunts,” she said. “And I mean that in all the lovingly derogatory way it can be taken as. I think it’s about time we ramp this up for John. Everyone up.”

Gemma organised things for a game of ‘Who is on my Cock?’ You were blindfolded with your own tie and sat up near the head of the bed, a couple of pillows under you to prop you up at a comfortable angle.

“Alright,” Gemma said. “The obvious aim of the game is for us to have fun with you, John, however we want. Your goal is to guess successfully guess who’s sucking or fucking you… Daddy.” You groaned, playing along with the joke, and they all chuckled. “If you guess correctly then you get to use your hands - if not, not touching! Do you agree to these terms?”

“What happened to me needing to use my mouth, too?” you asked with a grin.

“Oh, that’ll come later - or, we’ll come on your lips later. And just to make things a little harder, the rest of us will be playing loud enough to distract you. We’ve already got the strap-on out and Sabrina is eyeing her toy chest I think.”

“Well that’s just not fair,” you chuckled.

“Too bad, love,” Gemma said, leaning in to kiss you. Then she pulled away and someone turned on some music and you could hear the girls whispering and giggling. Then a vibrator started humming, and you jerked a little as it pressed against the base of your cock. They all laughed at that, but it got pulled away and then someone else moaned. You weren’t sure who it was. There was the sound of kissing under the music, though you couldn’t tell if it was kissing lips, or skin, or tits. Then a hand was grasping your cock and weight shifted on the bed, and a mouth pressed to your cock head and you slipped in deep as it sucked you.

The loss of your sight to the blindfold only served to focus your other senses and you were groaning as your blowjob giver started to make obvious efforts to push towards a deepthroat. You rode that wave a little bit, feeling your cock press to the back of her throat a couple of times as her lips travelled closer and closer to the base of your cock. Her tongue writhed and rippled along your shaft. And then she swallowed you into her throat and you let out a full-throated moan as you felt that exquisite wet, tight squeeze.

You had no fucking clue who it was. You tried, despite the pleasure, to narrow down options. Gemma and Sabrina could both deepthroat you, and Becks had done it before too. Had Tasha? You couldn’t remember while your mind was being blown.

The woman was sitting or kneeling in a way that her tits weren’t pressed or dragging against you in any way, so no telling that way. Gemma had been wearing the shirt and bra still when you were blindfolded, but she could have taken them out.

Fuck, you couldn’t even remember which of them had pubic hair at the moment. Your girlfriends had a tendency over the last couple of months to grow it out a little and keep it trimmed in a small triangle or line and then shaving it off. You’d seen Becks with and without as well. Tasha had been… smooth, you thought, the last time. But you felt like you could also visualise her pussy with a short, wide triangle of golden blonde fur over it as well.

The reality of the situation was that you were a dude and you focused on what was in front of you, and you were currently very distracted.

Just fucking try to logic it, you thought to yourself.

Assume Tasha couldn’t. Sabrina had a slightly smaller mouth and preferred the deepthroat when you could be more forceful and make her take it. Gemma might still have the shirt on.

“Becks?” you guessed.

“Nope,” Tasha said with a laugh as she came up off your cock. “Now you don’t get to play with my tits or pull my hair, Daddy.”

She went back to your cock, swallowing it again, and you groaned and clutched at the bedsheets. So Tasha could deepthroat you.

How the fuck were you going to keep this stuff straight?!

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