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“What are you smiling like a doofus for?” my friend Jasmine asked.

I looked up from my phone. “Huh? Nothing, no reason,” I said, putting my phone face down on my bed.

“OK, so this Odysseus guy is a real dick, right? Can we all agree on that?” my friend Courtney asked as she scribbled notes into her binder.

“What are you talking about? He’s the hero of the story,”Jasmine said.

“Hero? How is he the hero? He pretends to sleep while his army gets murdered by a raging cyclops. Like, wake everyone up and fight back, don’t just sit there and let them die.”

My phone buzzed. I picked it up and read the text message.

Jasmine let out an exasperated sigh. “He was playing possum because the cyclops locked his army in the cave with a giant boulder and Odysseus knew that only the cyclops could move it again. If he woke his army to kill the cyclops then… there goes Hailey smiling at her phone like an idiot again. Did you get a boyfriend on not tell us?”

I put my phone down. “What? No, sorry, I’m listening.”

“What were we just talking about?” Jasmine asked.

“Odysseus being a dick,” I said.

“See? Hailey agrees with me,” Courtney said.

“Nooo, she hasn’t been listening and probably didn’t bother to read the homework either. What’s gotten into you?”

My hunky black neighbor. Twice now. “Nothing,” I said.

“I can tell when you’re lying and you’re definitely lying. Plus, you never smile at your phone, you only brood at it,” Courtney said.

I rolled my eyes. “Ugh, fiiine, I was texting Mr. Chapman,” I admitted.

“Mr. Chapman?” Jasmine asked, furrowing her eyebrow. Her eyes widened. “You got hunky black guy’s number?!” she shouted.

“Shhh! Not so loud!” I hissed. “Yes, we exchanged numbers last week.”

“What the hell Hailey, why have we not been part of this?” Courtney asked, standing up from my desk in the corner and jumping on to the bed to look over my shoulder. I turned the screen off on my phone. “Oh come on, show us,” she whined.

“It’s not even anything exciting,” I said.

“Then show us!” Courtney insisted.

“I asked what his favorite ice cream was and he said vanilla with strawberries.”

“Is that supposed to be a euphemism for your pale ass and red hair?” Courtney asked.

“What? No! I don’t think so.”

“What did you say your favorite ice cream was?” Jasmine asked.

“Chocolate and hot fudge.”

“You two are gross. Do you do butt stuff?” Jasmine asked.

“WHAT?! No, I like chocolate ice cream! That’s literally all I ever order!”

“Yeeeah, riiight,” Courtney said.

“Oh my god, this is why I didn’t involve you two. I’ve been having perfectly normal text conversations with this man all week and the second you find out it becomes about butt stuff.”

“I actually like anal too, I’m not judging,” Courtney said.

“NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT ANAL!” I laughed.

My phone buzzed again.

Courtney snatched my phone and tried to read the text. “Ugh, who uses face locking?” she groaned, trying to hold the camera up to my face.

I put one hand over my face and held out the other for her to give my phone back. She plopped it in my hand and I unlocked it to read the text. I frowned.

“What is it?” Jasmine asked.

“He wants to know if I wanna get ice cream. Like, now.”

“So go!” Courtney said. Jasmine nodded.

“No, I can’t leave you guys. We have to finish this assignment anyways.”

“Ask if we can go with,” Courtney suggested.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I said.

“Why not? I’d love to meet him,” Jasmine said.

“Me too!” Courtney added.

“I don’t know if he wants to meet either of you,” I laughed.

“Bitch!” Courtney laughed.

“Just ask him,” Jasmine said. I looked into both of their eyes.

“Promise to behave?” I asked. They both nodded emphatically. I sighed and sent him the text. A moment later he responded.

“Well? What did he say?” Courtney asked.

“He says come on over.”

Courtney and Jasmine got excited and immediately my anxiety levels shot through the roof. I still didn’t know Mr. Chapman very well. I didn’t even know his first name, but now I was bringing my friends to his place for ice cream. All of our interactions have been sexual in nature, apart from the texting we’ve been doing over the past week.

I had learned a lot about him in that time. I learned he liked dogs and cats equally, though I was firmly a dog person. I learned he hated most cop shows on TV because they were never accurate. I asked if he liked Brooklyn 99 and he said he’d never tried it, so my plan was to introduce him to it soon. I learned his mother was a successful lawyer and his father was a plastic surgeon.

Tragically, they both died in a car accident when he was twenty. They left him a sizable sum of money that he invested in ways that allowed him to afford his lifestyle even on a cop’s salary. I learned that he ran track in High School but wanted to play football except he wasn’t coordinated enough. I knew a lot of mundane details about him now. The only reason I didn’t know his name was because I was too afraid to ask.

The three of us touched up our makeup, grabbed our jackets and went downstairs. Mr. Chapman’s house was next door, but we had to help sell our cover story. My mom and dad were watching TV in the living room as we put our shoes on.

“Where are you three off to?” my mom asked.

“We’re gonna walk to Seven Eleven and pick up some ice cream,” I said as I opened the door to usher Courtney and Jasmine out.

“Bring me back some Chunky Monkey?” my dad asked.

“Sure. Anything for you mom?”

“No, I’m good. You three have fun and be safe,” she said. I left the house and shut the door behind me.

The three of us walked down the sidewalk toward Mr. Chapman’s house. His lights were on and a black Lincoln was parked in his drive way. I glanced back at my house, checking the windows to make sure neither of my parents were peering outside for some reason. Once I had confirmed the coast was clear, we turned up Mr. Chapman’s sidewalk and rang the doorbell.

He opened the door and smiled at us. “Hello ladies, it’s nice to finally meet you all,” he said, pushing out his hand.

“Courtney, Jasmine, this is Officer Chapman,” I said.

“You don’t have to call me that when I’m not on duty,” he smiled.

Courtney shook his hand and Jasmine waved from behind me.

“I’ve heard a lot about both of you, it’s nice to put a face to the names. Please, come in,” he said.

The three of us walked in and kicked off our shoes. Courtney and Jasmine both gawked at how nice his house was.

“Miss Hailey, good to see you again,” he said, putting his arm around me for a hug. As we separated his face lingered next to mine, like he wanted to kiss me. He glanced over at Courtney and Jasmine as they took off their shoes and decided not to. Too early in our relationship, I suppose. If you could call casual sex and a little bit of texting a relationship.

“Go make yourselves comfortable in the living room and I’ll be right there,” Mr. Chapman said before heading toward the kitchen.

Courtney turned to Jasmine and mouthed ‘Miss Hailey’ before covering her mouth in mock surprise. Jasmine put both of her hands to her cheeks and formed her lips into an ‘O’. I smacked both of them on the shoulders, trying not to laugh as I lead the way into the living room. I sat down on the big black couch with Courtney and Jasmine on either side of me.

Mr. Chapman came back from the kitchen rolling a drink cart with bowls, spoons, two buckets of ice cream (vanilla and chocolate) and a whole smattering of toppings. Fresh fruit, sprinkles, chocolate and caramel sauce, two different kinds of cookies, you name it. He really went for it.

“Who would like to scoop first?” he asked with a smile. I smiled back. He was such a sweetheart sometimes. And he could bang me into a c***. Find me a more perfect man.

“Can we see your dick?” Courtney asked.

“Courtney, what the hell!” I hissed, smacking her shoulder and turning ten different shades of red as Mr. Chapman’s eyes widened.

“What? Your parents think we’re getting ice cream,” Courtney said.

“We are getting ice cream!” I said, pointing to the beautiful cart of ice cream in front of us.

“I think she means we don’t have much time,” Jasmine chimed in.

“They think we’re walking to Seven Eleven, we have, like, an hour!” I said. I faced Mr. Chapman. “I am sooo sorry my friends are being this rude, I will never bring them again. We’re leaving.”
He let out a long belly laugh. “Hailey, it’s all right, I’m not offended. Surprised maybe, but not offended.”

“Sooo… does that mean we can see it?” Courtney asked.

“Jesus Christ,” I mumbled, burying my face in my hands and trying to disappear from planet Earth.

Jasmine got up and started to make herself a bowl of ice cream. Mr. Chapman looked between the three of us, an anxious smirk on his face. “Well, as I’m sure Hailey has told you, she and I are… well, kind of an item. I think. I hope?” he asked, looking to me. I smiled and nodded at him. “So since we’re an item, it’s up to her if she’s comfortable with that or not.”

“Up to me?” I gulped.

“Yeah. Like I said when we first met, a lot of people are curious about it. Even guys. I don’t mind showing it off, in a private setting of course, but if I’m… attached, then it’s not completely up to me to share,” he said.

Why was he leaving it up to me? Was it because he wanted them to see, but didn’t want me to be upset about it? Was he trying to give me a chance to brag? To claim ownership of him? Or was he just genuinely cool with showing off his massive dong but didn’t want me to get jealous?

“Oh c’mon Hailey, if it’s as big as you say then I have to at least see it!” Courtney pleaded.

Jasmine sat down and started eating her vanilla sundae with sprinkles. I stared at her to get her attention. She shrugged at me. “I wouldn’t mind having a look,” she said.

I looked at Mr. Chapman. He gave me a reassuring smile. “Up to you,” he said.

I considered my options. If I let them see his cock then at the very least Courtney would shut up about it, Jasmine wouldn’t feel left out, and I’d be off the hook for all their nagging. They’d know what my boyfrie… was he my boyfriend? I guess he was more of a lover at the moment. They’d know what my lover’s dick looked like, but so what? Would that really be the end of the world? It’s not like he had anything to be ashamed of, his dick was glorious. That’s probably why he had the confidence to show it off in the first place.

“Yeah, sure, why not,” I said.

Courtney squealed in excitement and scooted herself to the edge of the couch cushion. Jasmine kept eating her ice cream as if nothing had changed.

“Do we at least want to enjoy our ice cream first?” Mr. Chapman asked.

“Nope, whip it out,” Courtney said, twirling her finger. I rolled my eyes and stood up to make myself a bowl of chocolate ice cream with chocolate sauce. I had already seen it (and felt it, and sucked it, and been home to it) so there wasn’t much for me to experience. I decided I’d add Oreo crumbles to my sundae too, for giggles.

“All right, if you say so,” Mr. Chapman said. He stepped around the ice cream cart and toward the couch, a little more than an arm’s length away from Courtney. He was wearing loose fitting flannel pants and a t-shirt, comfy home attire. He hooked his thumb inside the waistband of his pants and slowly pulled it down, reaching in with his other hand to lift his massive cock out and plopping the whole kit and caboodle over his waistband for them to see.
Jasmine dropped her spoon into her bowl.

“Shut. Up,” Courtney said.

“Satisfied?” I asked, squirting a dollop of whipped cream on my sundae and sitting next to Jasmine to eat it.

They both stared in awe, jaws agape, taking it in. Mr. Chapman watched their faces with amusement. He swayed his hips back and forth slightly to let his cock swing a little. Even soft it was impressive as hell. I remembered what was going through my head the first time I saw it, so I knew exactly what they were thinking.

“You said you could deepthroat this thing?” Jasmine asked.

“Oh my god, do either of you have any tact?” I blushed. He probably didn’t care, but now Mr. Chapman knew exactly how much I had told them about. “That’s right,” I said, eating a spoonful of my ice cream.

“Liar,” Courtney said, leaning forward to get a better look at it.

“I watched her do it, she ain’t lying,” Mr. Chapman said.

“There is no world in which that fits anywhere inside little Miss Hailey,” Courtney said.

“I assure you, it does,” he said, looking to me awkwardly.

“I’ve sucked a lot of dicks and I don’t think even I could handle that,” Courtney said. She furrowed her eyebrows. “That came out wrong.”

“Maybe Hailey’s got a better gag reflex than you. Or would that be a worse gag reflex?” Jasmine asked, still eating her ice cream.

“I’m telling you, she can,” Mr. Chapman said, still trying to defend me.

“Oh yeah? Prove it,” Courtney said.

“Prove it?” I asked.

“Yes, prove it. Deepthroat him right now.”

“I’m not gonna deepthroat him in front of you guys!”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s weird!” I said. Not only was it weird, but if he got hard I wasn’t entirely sure I could deepthroat him, and I sure as hell didn’t want Courtney to have an I-told-you-so she could wave in my face. Jasmine’s eyes went back and forth between us like she was watching a ping pong match.

“Because it’s weird, or because you can’t do it?” Courtney asked, folding her arms and looking down her nose at me smugly.

“Because it’s weird!” I insisted.

“Uh huh, suuuure.”

I love Courtney to pieces, and I would do just about anything for her, but sometimes she really pissed me off. “Fine, you wanna see me suck his dick? Come here,” I barked, waving my hand at Mr. Chapman. His posture tensed and his eyes widened. “Come!” I barked again.

Mr. Chapman stepped passed Courtney and to me. I reached around and grabbed him by the butt to pull him closer, then with my other hand I lifted his heavy shaft and opened my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and licked a quick circle around his tip before wrapping my lips around it and sucking gently on him while crawling my lips down his shaft. He immediately began to harden in my mouth.

I tilted my head to look Courtney in the eyes as I kept opening my lips to get deeper on him, then closed my lip around to suck gently, over and over till he hit the back of my throat. I held him there and tried to suck passed it to shut Courtney up, but my gag reflex kicked in and my eyes began to water. I slid my face up his thickening shaft and blinked away the tears, bobbing up and down a few times to catch my breath.

“That doesn’t count, it wasn’t all the way,” Courtney said.

“Hm aht fimished,” I said, keeping his cock in my mouth as I spoke. Mr. Chapman moaned. The vibrations in my throat must have felt nice. He was getting harder. Before long I most definitely wouldn’t be able to fit him down my throat, so I had to act fast. I licked a circle around his tip and slowly pushed my face back down. I felt my lover’s hand brush through my bright red hair as I took him to the back of my throat once again. (If it helps, I have to make sure you’re fully lubricated when I’m deepthroating so I try to get your whole shaft nice and wet for me.)

I held him against the back of my throat and tried to focus. Last time I just needed to relax. I wiggled my tongue on the belly of his cock and then relaxed my throat. The tickle in my throat that threatened to make me gag lessened. I pushed my face forward and the gagging sensation came on fast. My throat constricted around his shaft and he moaned again. I pulled up just enough to catch my breath, then slowly used my lips to pull my face back down, determined to get all of him in there.

He could sense my determination. I felt his body shift as I tried to change angles slightly to help his shaft slide down my throat. I felt a subtle, encouraging pressure on the back of my head from his hand. “See? I knew you couldn’t do it. I don’t even think I could,” Courtney said. With that I pushed. I felt my throat want to gag and squeeze Mr. Chapman’s massive black cock out of my throat, but I persisted. I relaxed my throat, held my breath, and pushed passed that stubborn barrier deep inside me.

Slowly, inch by inch, I crept down him. Once my nose brushed his pelvis I knew I made it, but I wanted to prove a point. Onward I went, pushing him deeper into my throat until his heavy, swollen balls rested on my chin. I didn’t stop there. My nose flattened and my chin lifted his balls as I pressed forward, taking more of him into my mouth than I ever had before. To top it off, I wiggled my tongue out and tickled his balls with it before I deemed myself finished. I held it for a second, then slid up his entire, almost hard length to catch my breath.

“Told you,” Mr. Chapman said to Courtney, slightly out of breath.

Both Courtney and Jasmine stared at me, awestruck as Mr. Chapman’s long shaft slipped out of my mouth like I was a sword swallower. I licked my lips and rubbed my eyes before flashing Courtney a patronizing grin. Maybe that’ll shut you up.

“Let me try,” Courtney said, already scooting herself to the edge of the couch.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“If you can do it then I can do it, let me try!”

“What?! He’s my boyf…” I caught myself before finishing. I wasn’t sure what Mr. Chapman considered our relationship and didn’t want to be presumptuous, “friend. He’s my friend, you can’t just put his dick in your mouth.”

“Oh come on, we shook hands, we’re all friends now. Just let me try!”

“My god Courtney you’re completely shameless. Jasmine, can you back me up here?”

“I kinda wanna try too,” Jasmine said sheepishly.
I looked back and forth between them. “I can’t believe you two,” I said, shaking my head.

“What do you think Mr. Chapman? Would you mind if Jasmine and I tried to deepthroat you?” Courtney asked. All three of us looked up at him. His eyes widened.

“I’m gonna leave that up to Miss Hailey, whatever she’s comfortable with,” he said.

I looked back and forth between the three of them. Was he leaving it up to me because he wanted them to try but didn’t want to upset me? Of course he did, what guy wouldn’t want three cute girls to blow him. Or was he putting the ball in my court to see if I’d be into it? Maybe was he just giving me the opportunity to shut them down myself? Whatever his motives, the offer was in the air. Jasmine would probably respect any boundaries I established but I wasn’t confident Courtney would.

Perhaps I should take this as a hint that maybe she’s not the best friend, but I wouldn’t put it passed her to come over here on her own and try to seduce him. Since he and I weren’t technically dating maybe he’d go for it. Maybe he’d turn her around at the door, but I couldn’t say with any certainty. But if I let her try and she failed maybe she’d shut up and leave us alone. If she tried and succeeded she’d probably leave us alone as well, since she had already proved herself and satisfied her curiosity.

“Fine,” I said, sliding my hand up and down his shaft to make sure he stayed hard. “But whether you can deepthroat him or not you have to quit making fun of me and promise not to disturb Mr. Chapman with any of your nonsense.”
Jasmine quickly nodded. Courtney scoffed. “Nonsense? What nonsense?”

“I don’t know, just no nonsense!” I said, shaking a finger at her.

Courtney raised her right hand. “I promise to be nonsense free, whether or not I can deepthroat him.”
Meanwhile, Mr. Chapman stayed silent, enjoying the feeling of my hand sliding up and down his shaft. I felt he was fully hard now and was pretty sure neither Courtney or Jasmine would have a snowball’s chance in hell of fitting him in their mouths. I barely could, and I’ve had practice.

“All right, get over here,” I said. Both Courtney and Jasmine scooted over to me, one on either side, until our shoulders were touching together. I looked up at Mr. Chapman, still stroking him. “You sure you’re OK with this?” I asked.

“As long as you are,” he said. I nodded up at him and slid my hand down to the base of his cock, then pointed his big black shaft at Courtney’s face. “Well, put your money where your mouth is.”

“Gladly,” Courtney replied, leaning forward and kissing the tip of Mr. Chapman’s cock, looking up at him with a sultry stare. You’re just gonna make it harder on yourself by making him more aroused, I thought. Her lips parted and she took his swollen cock head into her mouth, sucking on it like a pacifier and moaning onto him. Mr. Chapman moaned and reached forward to run his fingers through her blonde hair.

Jasmine licked her lips next to me and leaned forward. She lowered her face under his shaft and stroked her tongue along his heavy, kiwi-sized balls. Quite the eager beaver, I thought. I didn’t blame her. Mr. Chapman’s other hand slid through her hair as well, encouraging both of them to stay put. Courtney opened her mouth wide and started to slide down his shaft a few inches and I saw her throat bulge with the effort. Jasmine pressed her cheek against his balls as she licked, feeling their weight on her face.

I felt sort of silly sitting between them, holding the base of his shaft to direct his cock toward Courtney. With my thumb I rubbed the thick bulge of muscle on the belly of his cock and massaged it. He moaned, long and low. Courtney let out an approving moan of her own, sliding her face up and down the first half of his cock, pressing him against the back of her throat over and over to try and push passed the barrier and get him all the way inside.

Jasmine cupped his heavy balls and pulled them toward her so she could lick the far side. I watched as she pulled on his dark flesh with her lips and ran her pink tongue over him. Mr. Chapman’s hands kept running through their hair, massaging their scalps as they smothered him in their affections. I used my left hand to gently untangle his hand from Courtney’s blonde hair before I opened my mouth and took his thumb into it. That got his attention.

I felt his cock thicken my my grasp and knew it would be all but impossible for Courtney to swallow him now. I released my hold on the base of his cock and held his wrist with both hands, sucking on his thumb suggestively. His eyes darted back and forth between us. He couldn’t decide who to watch at any given time. I heard Courtney gag on his big, black cock and watched as her eyes watered up.

“Jasmine, you try,” Courtney said, wiping tears from her cheeks. Jasmine wrapped her delicate fingers around his girth and pointed his throbbing cock toward her face. Jasmine looked down his length, intimidated at first. She took a deep breath and gave his tip a few soft strokes with her tongue, like she were licking a dripping ice cream cone. Courtney replaced her previous position at his balls, opening her mouth wide to try and suck an entire one into her mouth.

After a few soft, playful licks Jasmine opened up and pushed her mouth down until Mr.Chapman touched the back of her throat. He moaned and closed his eyes for a moment. He curled his thumb in my mouth to rub the pad against my tongue. I sucked his thumb deeper, wrapping my tongue around it and giving him the most sultry eyes I could muster. I didn’t want him to forget who his favorite was. At least I hoped I was his favorite.

Jasmine gagged on Mr. Chapman’s length and pulled her face up his shaft, sucking on the tip before going down for a second round. Once again her throat constricted to try and expel Mr. Chapman from it, and she came off him for air. “God he’s big,” she said. Courtney let his balls escape her mouth and licked up the length of his shaft in one fell swoop, taking him into her mouth again. It seemed like both of them were really getting into it.

I reached forward and cupped his heavy balls, gently massaging them while Courtney tried to deepthroat him a little more aggressively this time. Jasmine turned her head and kissed down his shaft, tracing one of his thick veins with her tongue and wrapping her lips around his girth like how you’d eat corn on the cob. All three of us girls were moaning softly to ourselves. Maybe we were becoming competitive, trying to out-sexy each other. Maybe Mr. Chapman’s dick was somehow narcotic.

Courtney pushed her face down his length and stopped at the same spot she had before. I saw her throat tighten as it threatened to gag. She persisted, powered through it and slowly started to go deeper. Mr. Chapman was staring down at us with a mixture of euphoria and stress. “What’s the matter baby?” I asked as Jasmine lowered her face to lick his balls while I played with them in my hands.

“I’m getting so turned on,” he said, his voice breathy. Jasmine and Courtney both moaned onto him, and the vibrations from their throats caused him to shiver. Courtney was only an inch or two away from touching her nose to his pelvis but she couldn’t quite make it. She slid her face back up his length and caught her breath, squeezing the head of his cock in her hand.

“You like having three hotties on your big cock, huh?” she asked. There was a predatory hunger in her voice, like she wanted this as much as him.

“Oh, hell yeah,” he nodded, taking a deep breath. Jasmine nuzzled into his balls and lapped playfully with her tongue. Courtney licked down his shaft and joined Jasmine on the other side. With his rock hard shaft pointing directly at my nose I couldn’t resist. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth again, slipping down his slick cock smoothly till he hit the back of my throat. I relaxed and pushed passed the barrier with much less effort than I expected, touching my chin to his balls while Courtney and Jasmine licked them.

“Show off,” Jasmine said, kissing my cheek in a surprisingly affectionate way. I slowly inched my way back up and off his cock, then looked up. He somehow looked both blissful and agonized at the same time. What was going through his head? It must be every guy’s fantasy to have a bunch of cute young girls blowing him like this, why was he not just relaxing and enjoying it?

“Got these things are heavy,” Jasmine said, still nuzzling and licking his balls. Then I realized why he was so distraught.

“Do you want me to help empty those out, baby?” I asked, looking him in his striking blue eyes. He glanced at my two friends who were eagerly pampering him.

“I mean, I wouldn’t want to make them uncomfortable,” he half-whispered to me.

“We can help!” Courtney said with a little more gusto than I would have liked. I turned to Jasmine. She shrugged and nodded without ever letting her mouth leave his balls.

“It sounds like the girls and I are willing to empty those out for you if you want,” I said. I saw his Adam’s apple jump as he swallowed. All three of our faces were slick with precum and saliva. I saw a few drops of wetness on our shirts. Between our sloppy blowjob and knowing how big Mr. Chapman’s loads were, I felt obligated to warn the girls just how messy it was going to be.

“Be warned, he cums like a fire hose,” I said. Then I remembered we were supposed to be getting ice cream and that if I cam back with sperm on my clothes there would be a lot of questions. I started to take my top off.

“What are you doing?” Jasmine asked.

“He cums like a fire hose, I don’t want my clothes dirty when we go back to my place,” I said, tossing my top behind the couch and standing up to wiggle out of my pants. Jasmine stared, wracked with indecision. Courtney stood up and took off her top without another thought.

“Ladies, really, you don’t have to do this,” Mr. Chapman said. He would have sounded more considerate if his massive dick wasn’t bobbing up and down in front of us.

“Is it really that much?” Jasmine asked.

I tossed my pants over the couch and sat back down, sliding my hand up and down his shaft while we talked.“It is, trust me.”

Courtney wiggled out of her pants right after me, then put her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra, tossing it behind us as well. My eyes widened at her. “Woah, we just need to make sure out clothes stay clean so my parents don’t suspect anything,” I said.

“I don’t want my nice bra getting all sticky,” she said with a smirk. For some reason I felt like she was more interested in him seeing her topless than saving her bra. She had average sized breasts that were a little lower than you’d expect because she liked going out braless. The fact she was wearing a bra now was out of the ordinary for her.

“You girls are too much,” Mr. Chapman said, shaking his head and smiling.Courtney gave her breasts a quick squeeze, then reached over to undo my bra as well. My gut instinct was to protest but she had a point. And if our boobs were out he’d probably cum a lot faster, which was important if we were going to keep up the charade that we were walking down to Seven Eleven. I held out my arms so she could remove my bra and reveal my own, much larger, chest for Mr. Chapman to look at.

asmine was still on the fence. Her hands were at her sides ready to pull her top off, but had not yet done so. As my hand stroked Mr. Chapman I felt Courtney’s hands reach over and cup my heavy breasts, jiggling them playfully. “Was this all a ploy to feel my rack again?” I asked her. It was weird having her so openly fondle me in front of him, but I could tell he was loving the view.

“Guilty as charged,” she winked, turning her head to suck on his tip while still cupping my generous bust. Jasmine stayed clothed.

“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” I said to her. She looked at Courtney sucking on the large black man in front of us and fondling me at the same time while my hand kept stroking. She sighed, shrugged, and took off her top followed by her bra. I don’t know what helped her change her mind, but she seemed fine now. As she became topless Mr. Chapman’s eyes darted over all our breasts. I’m and E cup and I believe Courtney and Jasmine are B and D respectively.

He ogled us freely as Courtney started bobbing up and down his shaft. Jasmine lowered her face to his balls once again, leaving me to continue stroking up and down the base of his cock where Courtney couldn’t reach. I saw his legs flex and his feet widen as he braced for all three of our attentions on him. I realized he was probably uncomfortable standing like that, so I let go of his cock and stood up, taking his hands.

“Let’s let him get comfy,” I said. Both girls reluctantly removed their mouths from him and stood up with me. He looked over the three of us, topless and with saliva and precum dripping down our faces. I pulled him between us and let him sit down on his big leather couch. He leaned back and I helped him out of his flannel pants. The three of us kneeled down between his legs and scooted next to each other, but it was clear we would not be able to comfortably fit if we planned on sucking him together.

“Maybe the bed is better?” I suggested.

“Good thinking,” Mr. Chapman said, standing up to lead the way. I smiled up at him and put his arm around my shoulder, standing close as we walked from the living room to his bedroom.

“Are you OK with this?” I whispered.

“Are you?” he whispered back. We both nodded.

“I want to be cozy too,” Courtney said, sliding under his other arm and wrapping it around her bare waist. Jasmine followed behind us but put her hands on his hips, like she were in a conga line. All four of us went upstairs to his bedroom which was as clean and crisp as the rest of his bachelor pad. A king sized bed dominated the space with only a small dresser on either side to balance the room out. I wondered where he put all his clothes, then assumed there was a closet behind the giant wall-sized mirror to my left.

I pushed him onto the bed and crawled on after him with Courtney and Jasmine close behind. His eyes lit up as the three of us, topless and eager to please, crawled toward him on the bed while he adjusted pillows and got comfy. With all the extra room we were able to comfortably fit between his legs. I perched myself in the middle while Courtney and Jasmine when to my left and right respectively. We all made our adjustments, making sure each of us was in a comfortable position before going any further.

Honestly, I don’t know what came over us. It was definitely weird for my best friends to be mostly naked and on top of my… well, let’s call him my boyfriend even though we haven’t discussed it officially. Friend with benefits might have been appropriate, but I sincerely hoped we became more. I imagined this was strange for Courtney and Jasmine too. Strange as it may be, we all nuzzled up between his legs with smiles on our faces, ready to attack Mr. Chapman’s big black cock like hungry tigers.

I took the reins by grasping his shaft and stroking it up and down a few times before taking it in my mouth. Courtney and Jasmine immediately went down to suck on his balls, and all four of us were moaning with delight in a matter of seconds. His hands ventured down toward us. One combed through my bright red hair, holding it out of my face while his other hand dipped lower to my breast. He cupped it and jiggled, feeling the weight of it as the three of us lapped at his big black cock as if it were going to give us prize money.

Jasmine’s hand went to my other breast, which surprised me. Courtney has felt them before, but Jasmine never had. Any protest I may of had melted away as she rubbed circles around my nipple and sent a wonderful tingling sensation down between my legs. Mr. Chapman smiled as he watched Jasmine play with my other breast. Courtney let the ball she was sucking escape her mouth with a pop and placed her hand on his, gently tugging it toward her chest. “You can feel mine too,” she said.

Mr. Chapman looked down at me as if asking for approval. I nodded and felt his swollen cock head rub against the top of my mouth. It shocked me that he always checked in with me if there was any doubt. Obviously this was a unique situation, and he and I hadn’t officially established our relationship, but he always wanted to make sure I was comfortable with wherever the night took us.

In a way that made me want to give him more freedom, share his massive cock with my friends so he could enjoy himself and they could experience what he was like. He wasn’t technically mine, but we both acted like he was. And if he was mine I wanted to make him happy in ways no other woman would. The fact that he always respected my boundaries made me trust him.

As he took Courtney’s B cups into his hands I slowly deepthroated him. While it was still difficult, my throat was used to his length and girth by now and I could reliably put my chin to his balls. He kneaded her chest with both hands and she moaned as his strong fingers wrapped around her. Jasmine turned over on her back and propped the back of her head on his thick thigh before pulling me toward her. I moaned as she wrapped her soft lips around one of my nipples.

Why was Jasmine paying attention to me? Was it because I was hogging the only dick in the room or did she maybe have a bi curious side to her? Whatever the reason, I wasn’t going to stop it. Her mouth felt amazing and my black Adonis was loving the show. He pulled Courtney toward him and took her nipple into his mouth. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his head as he sucked on her and for some reason it didn’t make me the least bit jealous.

The sexual energy in the room was building in a palpable way. The four of us were becoming more and more horny for each other and inhibitions were lowering. As Mr. Chapman sucked on Courtney’s nipples, he moved his free hand to Jasmine’s breasts, squeezing them and jiggling softly as she laid on his thigh with her mouth around my nipple. With a total of six boobs in the room they were all getting a lot of attention.

I bobbed my head up and down the last few inches of his cock, only coming up for air when I had to, as the three of us groped, licked and sucked each other. Jasmine pulled on my nipples with her teeth and sucked harder, making me moan onto Mr. Chapman’s cock, which in turn made him moan into Courtney’s breasts, which caused her to squeal in delight. The cascade of pleasures moving up and down the chain was intoxicating. We were basically creating our own orgy and together were drunk on lust.

“I want you inside me,” Courtney huffed as he buried his face in her chest. “Hailey, please let me fuck your boyfriend.” She glanced over her shoulder at me with a look of complete desperation. I slid my face up and off his cock to look him in the eye.

“As long as you don’t cum in her,” I said. Did I really just give them the OK to have sex? A mischievous grin spread across her face.

“How ‘bout it big boy, you wanna feel my pussy?” she asked.

In response he leaned forward and grabbed her hips, pulling her on top of him. Courtney giggled in delight and then gave a playful growl as she was manhandled into his lap. She straddled his hips and lifted herself high enough to ease back onto his generous length, which he assisted by cupping her tanned booty and pulling it apart. With her hand between her legs to help line him up, Courtney slowly pushed Mr. Chapman’s enormous black cock head inside her, groaning as he made penetration.

Jasmine and I watched for a moment before she crawled over to his side and put her breasts to his face. He turned his head and greedily sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, releasing Courtney’s booty and sliding one of his hands between Jasmine’s legs to rub her swollen clit. She moaned at his combined affections and rested her forehead against his while Courtney struggled to fit him inside her.

“Holy shit he’s big,” she said, pushing her hips back and getting him a few inches in before she had to slide back up.

“You ok?” Mr. Chapman mumbled around Jasmine’s perky D cups.

“She’s fine,” I said, crawling over to his other side and pushing my breasts in his face too. His other hand left Courtney’s booty and slid between my legs. With me he was a little more bold and pushed a finger inside me almost immediately.

“Yeah, get in there,” Courtney said through her teeth. She kept her hands on his chest for balance and slowly worked his first few inches inside of her, gaining enough confidence to start bouncing on it after a while. Jasmine and I smothered him with our chests and I almost laughed out loud watching him ping pong back and forth between them.

I looked at Jasmine and met her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed and her black hair framed her face in a way that I thought looked cute. She stared into my eyes making little faces as Mr. Chapman massaged her clit with his palm and fingered her. I made similar faces as he did the same to me. I looked over to Courtney, who was almost twerking on his cock at this point, and Jasmine lifted her hand to my chin, turning my gaze back to her.

Apart from the pleasure she looked torn somehow, like she was mulling something over in her head. The next thing I knew, she gripped my chin with her fingers and pulled me toward her. Our breasts literally sandwiched Mr. Champan’s face as she pulled me in and kissed me, even going so far as to wiggle her tongue into my mouth.

To say I was surprised was an understatement. Not only because she yanked me in for such a passionate kiss, but also because I genuinely enjoyed it. Her lips were softer than any man’s, and her mouth still tasted like the ice cream she ate not long ago. While she gave me some tongue, it wasn’t the usual game of tonsil hockey men liked to play, it was coy and sensual. As our lips parted I found myself in a daze.

She looked at me apprehensively. I leaned in for another, kissing her this time with unbridled lust. She playfully took my lower lip with her teeth and pulled it. When she let go, she leaned forward but didn’t meet my lips. I leaned forward and she pulled back ever so slightly, teasing me. I grinned and dashed forward, kissing her again and moaning as Mr. Chapman sucked on our nipples and fingered us at the same time.

“Me too,” Courtney said, out of breath as she rode the big black cock between us. She leaned in and touched our cheeks with her lips, letting us know she had arrived. Together the three of us made out, all with a part of Mr. Chapman inside us, all passionate and unreserved. We heard a frantic moan from between our breasts but we all ignored it.

I’m not even entirely sure what happened in any detail. Passions rose and we became a mess of hands and mouths all eagerly exploring each other in search of more pleasures. I felt hands and mouths on my breasts, I groped and licked others. Mr. Chapman’s fingers were pushing deep inside me at regular intervals and his palm rubbed my throbbing clit.

My skin tingled all over and bursts of warmth washed over me. I assumed he was doing the same for Jasmine, based on her movements and moans. I heard him mumbling underneath our bodies as if he were trying to say something, but we were all too intoxicated with each other to pay him any mind.

Then I heard Courtney start to groan. She pulled away from our make out triangle and her face turned to a rictus of pleasure. I felt the bed start to shake as Mr. Chapman’s hips bucked up and a long, low growl came from between my and Jasmine’s chests. Courtney’s groan practically became a scream and I knew exactly what was happening.

Like most men, when Mr. Chapman orgasmed he became rock hard, and that solid mass penetrating you felt amazing. That meant he was pumping his warm seed inside my friend Courtney and there was nothing any of us could do about it. She grabbed his shoulders and adjusted her angle, pushing his diamond hard cock inside her in ways that were making her squirm and squeal.

I reached down with one of my hands and started to rub her clit, using his sperm as lube. I thought I would have been upset about it, but at the time I didn’t care. My man was having the time of his life and my friends were too. Once Jasmine realized what was happening she turned her attention to Courtney, leaning forward and kissing her while grinding against Mr. Chapman’s fingers.

The combined pleasure of a massive, hard cock inside her, my rubbing and Jasmine’s playful tongue sent her over the edge. Courtney’s thighs started to quiver and she panted into Jasmine’s mouth. It wasn’t long before Courtney literally fell over onto the bed to catch her breath. As Mr. Chapman slid out of her, a rush of cum poured out of her and onto his thighs. With Courtney out of commission, I wrapped my fingers around his still-throbbing shaft and stroked him with my hand.

“Holy shit,” Courtney gasped, resting her forearm on her forehead as she rode out the remaining spasms, “Jasmine, you gotta try that.”

Jasmine, still enjoying her finger banging, looked down at his cum slick cock. “That’s a lot of cum,” she said.

“Here, I’ll help,” I said, leaning down to lick the sperm from his shaft and clean it off for her. It tasted different than normal, probably because of Courtney, but I still enjoyed it immensely. Maybe I was just too turned on to care what it tasted like. Mr. Chapman moaned as my tongue played over his shaft, lapping up the juices and cleaning him off.

“You girls,” he panted, “you girls are something else…”

I finished swallowing the mixture and licked my lips clean then patted his thigh as a signal for Jasmine to hop on. She hesitated, but ultimately grinned and crawled on top of him. I don’t know why I became so gung ho about it, but I truly did want her to experience what he was like. I know every guy in the world thinks their dick is God’s gift to women, and 99% of them are wrong, but his dick really was special and I felt selfish not sharing it with the people I cared about.

Does that sound crazy?

That sounds crazy.

Crazy or not, that’s what was going through my head. He was still hard, his stamina was endless. Jasmine started to mount up onto him cowgirl style, but looked back at me with a strange longing. She did a 180 in his lap and pointed her butt toward him instead, mounting up for reverse cowgirl so she could face me. She curled her finger at me in a come hither motion and followed Mr. Chapman’s adjustments as he lined up underneath her.

I crawled over to her. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the back of my neck to pull me in for another kiss. It almost felt like Jasmine was more interested in me than the stallion underneath her. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I just… didn’t expect it. Mr. Chapman lined himself up under her and pulled her hips back onto him. Her focus waned as he entered her, and our kiss became clumsy.

Mr. Chapman’s thighs and butt flexed as he slowly pushed himself up into her. She let out a long breath as her body grew used to him, though I think after the vigorous fingering we both had she was a little more prepared than Courtney. Jasmine’s hands went down to his muscular thighs for support and I brought my hands up to massage her breasts as they swayed and jiggled under her. She smiled up at me and nuzzled my cheek.

There was an intoxicating passion in the air. I didn’t really consider myself bisexual, but I was truly enjoying Jasmine’s kisses. I squeezed her firm breasts and admired their shape, their suppleness. I played with my own boobs sometimes, I think every woman does, but getting a handful of someone else’s was somehow electrifying. I felt her nipples perk up under my palms and it made me smile.

As Mr. Chapman found a rhythm her brain sorted itself out and she leaned in to kiss me with her previous desire. Our tongues danced against each other and my hands worked her chest until the contrast between her legs caught my attention. Her vagina was wrapped around his thick, black cock and I couldn’t help myself. I let go of one of Jasmine’s breasts to slide my hand down her flat stomach and over her clit, massaging it softly with all four fingers and dipping down to stroke the bulging shaft inside her.

Both Jasmine and Mr. Chapman moaned as my hand explored. Courtney had finally caught her breath and crawled back up the bed to push her chest into Mr. Chapman’s face, which he eagerly lapped at. The four of us were like insatiable a****ls. It felt like we were on a porn set, doing things we’d never do normally and using each other for pleasure until we sated our uncompromising lust. As I rubbed her clit, Jasmine’s kisses became clumsy once again.

She rested her forehead against my shoulder and rode out the mixture of pleasures from my hand and the giant cock inside her. Mr. Chapman kept pumping his hips up into her, working his thick shaft inside my friend like they were long time lovers. I continued to play with Jasmine’s nipple, even going to far as to lean down and suck on it, doing my best to give her as many pleasurable sensations as I could to bring her to orgasm.

I felt her arm wrap around me and hold my head against her breast. My hand kept rubbing consistent circles around her clit and dipping down to my man’s throbbing shaft for a quick lube up when needed. Jasmine’s breath labored. Her moans rose in pitch. I felt her grip on me tighten and I knew she was getting close. I saw her grasp Mr. Chapman’s thighs tight and felt the bed start to shake as she bounced back onto him, helping him get as deep as she could handle it.

Her breath quickened and her moans went silent. Then, all at once, she let out a long, loud moan, clutched the back of my head so tight it almost hurt, smothered me in her perky breasts and stopped her hip movement all because she was wracked with euphoria. Mr. Chapman’s moans grew louder. I imagined he was enjoying the rapid contractions between Jasmine’s legs, and was more or less proved right when his hips sped up underneath her.

Jasmine hung on to me for dear life as he pumped. Both of them were letting out strangled cries of pleasure as their bodies became too sensitive to carry on much more. Jasmine started to crawl toward me, trying to escape the feeling of his massive cock as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm. Mr. Chapman’s big hands shot forward and gripped her hips so he could continue to thrust his own. He was about to cum again, I could tell.

I stopped rubbing Jasmine’s clit to give her some respite from her pleasure, and slid my hand down to rub his balls, hoping it would help send him over the edge. Courtney laughed as she pulled his face between her breasts and forced him to groan into them during his second orgasm. His once consistent pumps turned sporadic. Warm, white sperm squeezed out from between her legs and down to my fingers as I felt his throbbing cock twitch inside her. Jasmine let out another hoarse groan as she felt him blow his second load.

Once he finished his eruption, he let go of her hips and she fell over onto the bed, looking up at me with one eye half-closed. His cock glistened and twitched slightly with the rhythm of his heart. “I’ve never… came twice… that fast,” Mr. Chapman panted.

“Got one more for me, stud?” I asked, already crawling into his lap for my turn. He smiled but looked exhausted. I heard my phone buzz. I picked it up and read a text message from my parents asking if we were OK. Damn.

“Guys,we gotta get back,” I said, already making up a story about stopping to pet some dogs on our way to the Seven Eleven and texting it back.

“Thanks for the ice cream,” Courtney said, kissing Mr. Chapman on the cheek.

“Hnun,” Jasmine mumbled, still catching her breath.

I was pretty horny, and the only one who didn’t get an orgasm, but I didn’t want to worry my parents any more. I grabbed a roll of paper towels from the kitchen and helped clean up our mess before finding our clothes and distributing them. All three of us quickly rinsed off in the bathroom, then we got dressed, said our goodbyes, and headed out.

“You better marry that man,” Courtney said as we walked back to my place. I noticed both her and Jasmine were walking funny.

We opened the door to my house, waved at my parents and headed upstairs to my room.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going, Missy?” my dad shouted after us. I told Courtney and Jasmine to go ahead, then went back down to speak with him.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” he asked, folding his arms at me. Oh god. Did we leave stains we didn’t see? I swallowed hard and looked myself up and down. He stared at me, unflinching. I felt my face. I would be utterly humiliated if I had leftover sperm dangling from my chin or something. How the hell would I explain that? As my fingers brushed over my skin I felt nothing out of the ordinary. Was it my hair?

“Did you guys really forget to bring me back some Chunky Monkey?” he asked.

I burst out laughing. I couldn’t help it.

“Yeah, sorry dad.”