They had their own lives to lead, with families that demanded their attention, after school activities to attend, and hobbies to soak up their time. Zofi took dance classes. Sam wanted to be a doctor and had a full schedule of studying and extracurriculars that would look good on a college application. Naimh was into arts and crafts. Alice was really into comics and manga, and she and Naimh would get together to do projects for fun, like the one time they wrote a comic book together. Mari had a large extended family and spent a lot of time with her cousins. So long as Belle and I confined our activities to times that none of the BTC were around, nobody had a clue.

Well, Alice noticed that I'd been unusually tired for the past couple of weeks, and asked with sincere concern if I was sick or something. I couldn't tell her Belle was draining my dick as fast as I could get it up, in-between sessions of the rest of the BTC attempting to drain my dick as fast as I could get it up. Lots of guys (including me) have fantasized about getting off six times a day with a harem of nubile, hot babes who literally line up for him to service them, but even though I was still a freaking virgin, I was absolutely exhausted trying to keep up. At least Belle was the only one I was obligated to satisfy in return (for now). I couldn't imagine what life would be like if I had to spend all week going down on the other five girls of the BTC in addition to servicing Belle almost every night.

With all that going on, I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised Belle was starting another blowjob on a Thursday afternoon before Mari arrived. At this point, I would've been more surprised if there was a window of ten-plus minutes and she didn't start something. But the longer we kept this up, the more likely it was that we'd get caught.

And I knew all hell would break loose as soon as we did.

Oh, how right I was.

I just had no idea it would happen the way it did.

Belle popped off my prick and glared up at me. "C'mon, you're not paying attention." Pulling her sweater up to her neck, she trapped my dick in the valley of her D-cup cleavage and started humping her chest up and down.

Well that certainly got my attention. This would make only the third time ever that Belle tried to give me a titfuck. But as great as a titfuck is visually, it can't compete with the feeling of a warm and wet mouth, so after another minute I started looking out the window again.

“C'mon, Matty!" Belle complained.

“I don't want you going soft on me!"

“I'm sorry! I'm not doing this on purpose. The six of you are pulling so much cum out of me it's a wonder I haven't died of dehydration."

"You ARE drinking extra fluids, aren't you?" she asked while continuing to pump her tits around my cock.

"Yes, yes, of course."

Pulling me out of her cleavage, Belle ducked down to take another Long lick from balls to tip and frowned. "You know what? Just get away from the window. You're psyching yourself out watching for Mari's car."

I whined but let Belle tug me out of her desk chair and put me onto her bed instead. I dropped back onto my elbows, forcing myself to relax and focus on the sight of my beautiful Belle's face and her small little mouth getting stretched obscenely wide around my thick shaft.

She was right. Not staring out the window worrying about Mari's car definitely helped me relax. I reached out and caressed her cheek, and actually caressed the bulge my dickhead made as it dented her cheek out from the inside. Belle's huge, pale green eyes twinkled as she felt the adoration in my gaze. And as she closed them to focus on pumping her entire head up and down my dick, making the shaft disappear and reappear over and over again, I felt the pleasure begin to build.

“Fuuuuck, B," I groaned. "You're getting GOOD at that."

She popped off for a second and grinned at me.

“Practice, practice.

Someday I'm gonna get the whole thing in my throat." She promptly tried to swallow as much of me as she could, although she had a good three inches still to go, room enough for one of her hands to keep twisting around the base.

“I'm happy to let you keep trying. But don't think I'll love you any less if you can't."

“Mmm-mmph!" she insisted with a mouthful of meat, although I had no idea what words she actually meant to say.

I just patted her head and let her keep going. Mentally, I calculated how much time we would have left: maybe five more minutes at most. I started to visualize the semen boiling in my balls. I imagined the creamy white goo thinning into a slippery fluid as it heated up. I thought about what my jizz might look like pouring up through the narrow tube of my cock, rising rapidly like an out-of-control mercury thermometer until it exploded volcanically from my protruding upright tower to bathe the insides of Belle's mouth with my scalding hot white lava.

"Gonna cum, B," I warned, perhaps two or three minutes Later.

To my surprise though, Belle slowed down. Instead of pumping her head quickly, her usual way to make me blow, she stopped at the top, nursed on my mushroom head, and used her hands to stroke my shaft slowly.