You can't, and they don't want you to

You keep looking between your friends until you find the courage to say, "I… I don't know. You guys are all my friends. You shouldn't be making me choose my friends."

"We're not," Dana says. "We just want to know who's hotter."

"Does he have to pick?" Tammy asks, clearly mortified.

Denise holds up her hand. "Wait, that's not a bad idea. We don't have to fight over him. He was man enough for all of us."

There's a silence in the room until Dana says, "Ah, what the hell?"

"I'm fine with that," Rebecca says.

"I-I guess." Tammy shrugs, finally feeling bold.

Chris looks sheepish for a moment and stares at her feet before saying, "Just don't forget me, okay?"

You caress her cheek and kiss her lips gently. "Never."

You continue to make out for a while until Christine lays you down on the couch as Dana makes room for you. You realize as she rides you that it wasn't the chemical that made you so resilient to Chris' pussy; that's all your willpower.

The girls take their turns with you again, riding you until they climax. Chris, Tammy, Dana, and Rebecca are all lying on the floor when Denise climbs on top of you.

"You came inside Chris last time," she says. "Now its my turn."

She is merciless in her technique, almost as if she wants you to cum before she does. Miraculously, you manage to hold your own until Denise's face contorts in pleasure and she lets out a muffled moan. You let yourself go inside her as she collapses on top of you.

"Wow," Denise whispers, "that was the best."

Tammy fights to stand herself up as she heads for the kitchen and brings back several drinks. You all chug your sodas like you never have before.

"Hey, I've got an idea!" Rebecca says. "Why don't we make this the club?"

"I don't think the school will let that happen," Tammy says.

"No, I mean with ourselves," Rebecca says. "Every Friday, we get together, get naked, do something fun, and then have our way with Sam!"

"I'm in," Dana agrees.

"Sure, why not?" Chris asks.

"Could be fun," Tammy guesses.

"Oh, hell yeah!" Denise shouts.

They all look at you expectantly. "You in, Sam?" Chris asks.

You'd be an idiot to refuse. "Yeah, I'm in."

You lean back into the couch as Denise snuggles up with you. The other girls sit as close as possible, with Chris on your lap, Dana on your right, Rebecca behind the couch, and Tammy on the floor against your legs.

Nobody goes to find clothes.

Not even on Sunday.