"Okay, but I don�t just get it. Why would you let him put his dick in your mouth? It sounds disgusting. I mean, think what else he uses it for." Julie shifted position uncomfortably. There were three of them sitting cross-legged in a circle on the bed, Andrea�s this time, since it was her turn to host their monthly sleepover.

"Well, he really enjoys it, for one thing." Tiffany shrugged. "And it�s no big deal for me. And he knows I expect him to have washed it beforehand, or else no dice."

"So, the only reason you suck his dick is because he wants you to? That�s not a good enough reason, Tiff. That just makes you a passive sex object."

"Believe me, Jules, there�s nothing passive about it!" Tiffany waggled her eyebrows up and down.

"And what happens when he�s ready to come?" Andrea put in. "Does he warn you or anything? So you can, um, get rid of it?" All three of them were fifteen, but Tiffany was five months older and considerably more experienced than her friends. At least to hear her tell it.

"It depends," Tiffany said. "If we�re, like, on a date, and we�re going to be going out somewhere, I just swallow it. No mess that way."

Julie made a face and Andrea looked doubtful. "That�s what they say — but doesn�t it taste horrible?"

"No. Why would it? It�s just semen." Tiffany laughed. "Just a few million sperm searching unsuccessfully for eggs in your stomach. Seriously, it has almost no taste at all. Just a little salty, that�s all."

Julie thought about it. "What if you don�t want to swallow it?"

"Well, . . . to be honest, Lance likes to shoot his stuff all over my face. Sometimes it ends up all in my eyebrows and dripping off my nose and everything." Now both the other girls made faces. "No, listen, you guys. Okay, it�s a little messy. If it gets in my hair, I have to go shampoo right away when I get home, before anyone else sees it. But it�s not like indelible hair dye or anything." She took on an enthusiastic expression. "The thing is, I kinda like it when he does that. It�s like a, whaddayacallit, a validation. I mean, I know he can jerk off and get the same result, right? But when I suck his cock, and he comes, that�s because of me. He can�t control it, remember. He�s a boy. He has to come. And I made that happen. That feels like power. And I know it�s weird, but I just like to have it on me. It makes me feel really sexy. Especially since I haven�t let him put it actually in me yet."

The three of them had been friends since Kindergarten, sharing secrets about everything. And, later, struggling through puberty together. They were willing to admit ignorance and uncertainty and inexperience about things to each other that they wouldn�t with anyone else, even their own mothers.

All three had had boyfriends, too, but only Tiffany seemed to be getting serious about it. Andrea eyed her doubtfully. "You said 'yet'. Does that mean you�re planning to do it with him, Tiff?"

Tiffany drew little circles on the bedspread with a bright red fingernail as she considered. "Well, . . . no, probably not. Not for some time, anyway." She looked up with a shrug. "I mean, I sort of love Lance, I really do. He�s a really great guy, and I love being with him. And he�s very sexy. But we all know I�m not going to marry him or anything. So I�m not in a hurry to get fucked. But, see, sucking his cock is different. It�s like having sex without actually having sex. It�s a compromise." She gave them both a wicked smirk. "Besides, he does things for me, too, you know. Things that feel really good. It�s a two-way street. If you think he's using me, believe me, I'm using him just as much!"

Andrea and Julie glanced at each other. They both knew Lance Covey, had shared a neighborhood with him for years, for all that he was two years older. And he was, in fact, very cute. And smart, and probably going places after college. His father had been successful in building a restaurant chain and so Lance had his own car and more spending money than most of the boys they knew. And he had a reasonably good rep when it came to girls. They knew their friend was lucky to have the attentions of someone like that. And now there was this other, explicitly sexual side to him.

Julie leaned back on her hands and stuck her legs out in front of her, wiggling her toes and wishing her ankles were more slender. "The problem, Tiff — our problem, mine and Andrea�s — is that you have this nice, sexy guy to play around with. He�s like your lab experiment. But we don�t have anyone like that. You know I date as much as practically anyone, but there�s not anyone special. Not anyone whose penis I would want to have poking me in the tonsils." She sighed. "I�ll have to take your word for all of this, I guess. I�m not going to throw myself in front of some guy I don�t really care about, just for the experience."

"Yeah, same here," Andrea said. "I guess I would be willing to suck cock, with the right guy — but there isn�t any �right guy�. Not yet. Or not at the moment."

"I know, I know." Tiffany seemed slightly embarrassed at her own good fortune. "I wish there was something we could do about that." She got a distant look and began slowly tapping a nail against her front tooth, a sign her friends knew well. It meant she was cooking up something.

Late the following week, the three of them met for lunch out on the open bleachers by the running track, since the weather was so nice. Sitting up in the far corner away from everyone else also gave them conversational privacy they couldn�t get in the cafeteria.

Tiffany unwrapped her mother-made sandwich and lifted a corner of the bread suspiciously, then sighed. "Bologna. Oh, well." She grinned and took a big bite anyway. "Ladies, you remember what we were talking about the other night?" She glanced around. "The issue of what to put in your mouth and all that?" The other two nodded slowly. "Well, I think I have a proposal. Because I really want you two to discover the pleasures of cocksucking — but safely."

"Uh-oh," Andrea murmured. Julie just rolled her eyes.

"Now hear me out, you guys." Tiffany took a quick swig of her Diet Coke. "You both know Lance. And you know he�s one of the good guys, right?"

"I guess," Julie said.

"And you know I�m not a greedy person, right?" This was true enough. Tiffany was always willing to split whatever she might have with her two best friends. "What if I were to offer to share Lance with you, for the specific purpose of providing you a tame penis to play with? To practice on? What would you think about that?"

The other two stared at her, then at each other, then at her again.

Andrea set her own sandwich down. "That isn�t like lending someone your bicycle, Tiff."

"Have you already talked to him about this?" Julie wanted to know.

"No, of course not. I won�t say anything to him unless you two are actually interested."

Andrea thought about it. "You really think he�d be willing?" She looked at the other two girls, who were being carried off by hilarity. "What? What did I say?"

"Andrea, he�s a boy! Of fucking course he�d be willing!"

Julie was quietly imagining a half-naked Lance with a very large erection pointed in her direction. The boy was grinning at her encouragingly. It was an interesting image. "Tiff, . . . how do we know he�d keep his mouth shut if we did something like that?" Andrea stared at her.

"Well, because, first, he�s a nice guy, so he just would, that's all. He would do this as a favor to me and my friends — quite apart from the obvious advantages to him. And second, he knows I would make his life absolute hell if he went bragging it around school." She shrugged. "You�ll just have to trust my judgment on that, Jules."

Andrea was slowly shaking her head. "I dunno. I don�t think I�d want to go out with a boy — even Lance — knowing we were just doing it for the sex. It sounds kind of cold-blooded. Like we were, um, prostituting each other or something."

Tiffany thought about that. "Hmmm. I don�t know about . . . I don�t think I would set this up as an actual date." After a moment she shook her head firmly. "No. This would be something we would all do together. Him and the three of us, all in one place at one time. It�s not about dating. It�s about gaining experience in a controlled environment." She began packing her trash away in her canvas tote. "So, what do you think, guys? Are you willing to expand your horizons? With someone you know you can trust, and who won�t try to take advantage of you afterwards?"

The two girls looked at each other again. You could practically see the big, glowing question mark over each girl�s head. "I�m not . . . let me think about this a little, Tiff," Andrea replied. "I mean, I�ll give it serious consideration, I promise. But I need to mull."

Julie nodded. "Me, too. This is too big to have an immediate answer. And I have to think about whether I could even do something like this in front of the two of you. It might be too embarrassing." She shrugged and smiled. "Or, it might not. Who knows?"

Tiffany smiled back confidently. She knew her friends.

Two weeks later, the three of them were arranging their next sleepover. All their parents were so used to this event by now, no questions were ever asked. It was Tiffany�s turn to play hostess, even though her folks were going to be out for the evening. At fifteen, they were all considered old enough and mature enough to be left alone, as long as they stayed together — which, of course, the three of them had occasionally taken carefully arranged advantage of in the past.

This evening, less than an hour after Tiffany�s parents had waved and driven away, a slightly used Camry pulled into her driveway and the three of them hurried out and piled into it. Lance sat behind the wheel looking a bit nervous.

He cleared his throat. "Julie. Andrea. It�s nice to see both of you."

The two girls murmured hellos as they got in the back seat. Tiffany climbed into the front and leaned over the console to exchange a kiss with the driver. "So, your folks are gone, too? Interesting coincidence. Like the gods are taking a hand or something." They had been learning about Greek mythology and drama in World Lit.

Lance shrugged. "Yeah, they won�t be back till late." He glanced over his shoulder. "So, . . . what we talked about, Tiff. That�s still on? You still want to, um, . . ."

Julie and Andrea looked at each other and grinned. The fact that Lance seemed uncertain about this himself had the effect of reassuring them. They could handle things — in all senses.

Lance�s house was only five minutes away — if necessary, like in an emergency, all three girls could run home from there — and he soon pulled onto the gravel parking pad that he had laid beside the two-car garage for his private use. A few moments later, all of them were standing in the kitchen.

"So, would you all like something to drink? A coke or something?" Lance obviously wasn�t sure of his duties as host in these circumstances.

"How about gin and tonics?" Andrea piped up. The other three stared at her, all mouths open. "It�s a joke, you guys. I�m nervous, okay?"

Lance nodded. "Oh. Okay, . . . so, why don�t we, you know, go upstairs?"

Tiffany took his hand. "Definitely. We�re not going to do this on the kitchen table."

In her boyfriend�s bedroom, Tiffany gave him a little push and he sat on the edge of his bed, flicking a glance at each of them in succession. She raised an eyebrow. "You two have seen a cock before, haven�t you?"

"Not very clearly. Not in the light and everything," Andrea said.

"Yeah, just in the dark in the car," Julie added.

"Okay, Lesson Number One, then." Tiffany bent over Lance's lap and began undoing his belt buckle, then unsnapped his jeans. "Lift," she said, and he leaned back on his elbows and raised his hips so she could tug his pants down his legs. He wore the standard white Fruit of the Looms. Tiffany took hold of his underwear at the sides and glanced at her friends, who were watching closely. "You ready?" They both nodded and she slid the garment down his thighs. His penis popped up at about half-mast.

Julie covered her mouth with her fingertips and tried hard not to giggle. "Lance," she finally said, "do you think you�re bigger than most guys, or smaller, or average, or what? �Cause you look pretty big to me, but I don�t have anything to compare to."

Tiffany had worked the wad of clothing down to his knees. He glanced at his lap and cleared his throat. "I dunno. Average, I guess. Compared to the other guys in the showers in gym, you know." He grinned. "It�s not something guys ask each other." He pushed his topsiders off with his toes. "Wait a minute." He stood and shoved his jeans and underwear to the floor and worked them off his feet, then sat back on the bed again. After a moment, he straightened up and pulled his tee-shirt off his head. "Sorry. I would feel stupid sitting here in just a shirt and no pants in front of three girls."

His visitors looked him up and down, their first-ever completely naked boy. Lance was no bodybuilder but he was in good shape and nicely tanned. Very cute, Julie thought. Sexy, too. Tiff was right. What might I do if this boy showed up like this in my room some night? She shivered a little and glanced at Andrea, who was unconsciously licking her lips.

Lance looked around again, then scooted back on his bed. Tiffany took an elbow on each side and urged her friends forward. "C�mon, you have to get closer, you guys. One on each side."

The two girls crawled up on the bed and settled on their elbows, faces only inches away from the organ that was the object of this exercise. Without thinking, Andrea laid her palm on Lance�s warm thigh and then was startled at how casually she had done it. Lance took his dick in his hand and began slowly masturbating.

Julie felt her face warming. A cute, naked boy jerking off right her in front of her. She put out a tentative finger and touched the head. Like Andrea, she had stroked a boy�s cock before, but only in a dimly-lit back seat, or hurriedly on the back porch at night. She had never had the opportunity to actually study one up close like this. She liked the hard softness of it. She stared at the little hole and imagined a geyser of semen erupting from it inside her, and she shivered again.

Andrea was watching closely. She looked up at Julie. "Who�s going first?" They both looked at Tiffany, who smiled and shook her head.

"Nope, I�ve had lots of practice. This is all for you, remember?"

Julie took a deep breath. "Just hold still, okay, Lance? Don't, you know, try to jam it in or anything." She moistened her lips, leaned forward, and carefully fastened her mouth over the head of the target. Lance sighed and twitched once, but he was careful not to move. She had a sudden image of herself like this, with her friends watching. She sort of thought that ought to have made it more difficult, but having the other two here actually made it easier. Like she was protected by a bodyguard. Weird.

She swiped her tongue all around the shaft and carefully took a bit more of it in. She didn�t want to choke but she had a rather wide mouth and she was curious about how much she could hold. And, frankly, she was showing off a little. Her lips worked as she engulfed more of the stiffening flesh, then a bit more. When she felt like she couldn�t take in any more, she paused and thought about what she was doing. She had a boy�s dick in her mouth, almost completely filling it up. It was kind of thick and her lips were stretched wide. It was too big now to wrap her tongue around. And he wasn�t even moving it yet.

Glancing across from her, Julie saw that her friend�s eyes were wide. Lance�s eyes were closed and his mouth hung open. Breathing carefully through her nose, she began moving her mouth slowly up and down so the cock slid in and out. She had plenty of saliva so it wasn�t difficult — as long as she was in control, anyway.

She imagined Lance grabbing the sides of her head and ramming his dick deep into her throat. No, he wouldn�t do that — but some other boy might. It was actually a good idea to do it this way, she admitted. It was safer. Nothing was going to happen here that she couldn�t deal with.

She wrapped her fingers around the base of the shaft, just to make sure nothing happened that she wasn�t expecting. Without thinking about it, she began moving her free hand across Lance�s chest and stomach, stroking the firm muscle. He groaned a little, deep in his throat.

Julie was moving a little faster now, as she got used to the presence of a penis in her mouth. She was beginning to understand what Tiffany had meant by "power." This was the most vulnerable part of a boy, threatened now by sharp teeth and strong jaw muscles.

She glanced up as Lance�s engorged penis slid in and out between her lips. Tiffany had moved around behind Andrea and was now bent over on her knees, kissing her boyfriend. There was a lot of tongue-work involved. Andrea was stroking Lance�s thigh and dividing her attention between his cock and that kiss.

Then Lance abruptly broke the kiss. He cupped the back of Julie�s head lightly with his large hand. "I�m gonna come," he murmured urgently.

Julie tightened her grip on his cock so he couldn�t escape. A few seconds later, his hips bucked and he made an odd sound in his throat. Then she felt the soft impact of his ejaculation bouncing off the back of her throat. She tried hard not to swallow — not yet. Another jerk inside her mouth, another gout of semen. And then a third, much smaller explosion.

Lance gulped a deep breath as Julie carefully released his organ and sat up with a close-mouthed smile. The other two girls were staring as she parted her lips to display the large viscous pool filling her lower jaw. She closed her mouth, swallowed twice, smiled again, and opened up. All gone.

"Wow," Andrea said quietly. "Um. Lance? How long before you can do that again?"

He laughed under his breath. "A few minutes, anyway. But I think the unusual circumstances will speed things up a little."

Andrea picked up his discarded tee-shirt and wiped her friend�s saliva off his penis. "I can wait." It was mostly limp now so she set about stroking and caressing it.

"Squeeze a little harder and pull up on it," Tiffany interjected. "He likes that."

Andrea followed her suggestion and Lance moaned quietly. Interesting, she thought. She knew she hadn�t actually hurt him, but it must have been uncomfortable. Maybe a little bit of pain was arousing. She put out her tongue and, watching his face, licked the head of his stiffening cock. He jerked a little at her wet touch and grinned. Yep, it seemed to be waking up again.

Julie had scooted closer again, too, and had slipped her hand down between his thighs to gather his testicles in her palm. They felt strange and she had the thought that a really hard squeeze just now would basically turn him into her slave. She certainly wasn�t going to do that, but it was something to remember for the future.

She carefully manipulated his balls in her hand as Andrea cleared her throat and eased the head of the cock into her own mouth. She had been watching Julie and thought she knew now how to manage it without choking. Her mouth wasn�t as large, though, and Lance seemed to fill it up more quickly. She had to struggle not to gag but she was determined not to embarrass herself. Finally, she was able to control the reflex and began moving her mouth up and down on the shaft that was rapidly regaining its size and rigidity.

The sensation of the head — it felt huge — sliding wetly across her tongue and touching the very back of her throat was indescribable and very exciting, far more so than she had expected. Her heart was pounding and she could feel her nipples getting hard and stiff and tingly. Maybe I�m just a slut, she thought. She wondered if she could learn to actually deep-throat a boy�s dick, to get the whole length into her mouth and down her throat, right down to the curly hair at the base. She�d have to find the right boy, though.

For some reason, Andrea began to imagine herself at a party at someone�s home with a bunch of her classmates, and they were all watching avidly as she sucked Lance�s dick right in the middle of the living room. Could she do something like that in front of other people? Well, she was doing it in front of Tiff and Julie right now, wasn�t she? But they were, like, co-conspirators. Was that what it would be like to appear in a porn film?

She also couldn�t help thinking about a penis�s true mission where a girl was concerned. Would she want to spread her legs for Lance and have this big thing pushing up into her cunt? Trying to imagine what that would feel like made her shiver. She was beginning to think she might be the first of the trio to give up her cherry. At the very least, she would have mental pictures for her masturbation sessions.

She continued sliding her mouth up and down, squeezing the shaft between her lips. Lance�s hips were moving, though he seemed to be trying to control himself. She could hear his breathing becoming more ragged and a glance at his feet showed his toes twitching. It�s like Tiffany said, she thought: That�s because of me. I�m doing that. Lance is a lot bigger than me, he could force me to suck him off — but I�m the one who�s actually in control here. Amazing.

Intuitively, Andrea could tell that Lance was again reaching the point of no return and she picked up speed and applied more suction. But at the last instant, and without really thinking about what she was doing, she yanked his cock out of her mouth and pointed it toward her face. She closed her eyes tight as he erupted for the second time that evening and felt the warmth of his semen draping itself in trails across her cheeks and chin. It covered her nose and glued her eyelashes together and oozed down her forehead. There was an amazing amount of the stuff, considering he had come once already.

When she was finally able to force her eyelids open, she saw Lance�s smile and Tiffany�s knowing look and Julie�s open mouth. She could imagine what she looked like, a for-real slut. But somehow, that was okay, here and now.

"Damn," Tiffany said, pulling her cell phone out of her pocket. "I have to memorialize this moment." She sat back and took several rapid snapshots, the flash flickering in Andrea�s eyes. Andrea smiled broadly. God help her if those pictures ever got out. She would have to demand that her friend copy them to her phone and then delete them.

"We should start a Cocksuckers Club," Julie said. "Maybe we could get school sponsorship. And, you know, a couple of photo pages in the yearbook." All of them giggled, even Lance, who looked ridiculously pleased with himself.

They sat around for awhile, talking and taking more photos. Lance took a shot of all three girls with their tongues extended, licking his cock at one time like a candy cane. Andrea went into the hall bath and admired her semen-covered face in the mirror. She thought she could understand, now, what Tiff had said about all that come on you making you feel sexy. She wished she could just leave it there until it flaked off by itself. But that wasn�t going to happen and she carefully scrubbed it all off, making a mess of one of the guest towels.

As she came back into the bed room, Andrea paused for a moment and took in the scene. Lance was still naked in the middle of the bed, though his penis was now limp. Her two friends, still completely clothed, were tucked up on either side of him, stroking his bare chest and stomach as they laughed about something.

I wonder what would happen, Andrea thought, if I just stripped right here and went and sat in his lap. I could push my tits in his face and feel his cock pressing between my legs. I could fuck him right there, in front of everyone. She shivered again, then blinked and shook her head. Nope. Not gonna do that. Not this time, anyway. But it was an exciting picture.

She began to think about the boys she had dated, and about those others she kind of wished would ask her out. Would she want to suck them off now? A couple of them, . . . yeah, she thought so. She had a feeling her love life was about to undergo a major change.

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