“What's that supposed to mean?"

Mother smiled thinly. "Make sure Samantha is on birth control, and buy yourself some condoms just in case. I don't want the two of you going through what your father and I had to go through.”

I sighed and shook my head, already walking out of the room. "Thanks for the reminder I'm nothing but an unwanted accident."

"Matthew," Mother called, but I was already heading for the stairs.

“Mari... Angel... I'm gonna cum..." I warned, gasping for air as I watched the lovely Latina bob her head up and down my prick, her Lips stretched wide around my girth. It was a regular Friday BTC hangout, and at the moment I was seated on the couch with no one else around but me and her since the other girls had been satisfied and moved along.

Naimh, Belle, and Alice were presently chatting around the kitchen island, and Sam and Zofi were in the office putting their clothes back on after our latest group expedition into exploring the uncharted territory recently made available after pushing The Rule's boundaries further and further out.

See, for a long, long time, each of the girls had long spent her days using me as a crash test dummy to practice flirting: tossing her hair, batting her eyelashes, pretending to absentmindedly tug at the V-neck of her sweater and expose millimeter after millimeter of additional titflesh, etc. They'd been testing out their seductress skills on me for a while now, but over the past week, actual nudity had been added to the menu and happy endings were allowed for all. And knowing that all that teasing and flirting could ACTUALLY end up with an orgasm or two for both parties involved made a TON of difference.

Instead of almost exposing a nipple when playing with the buttons on her sweater and dry-humping my erection on Monday after school, Sam went ahead and gave me a few peeks while batting her eyelashes at me coquettishly, only to cover her tits up again. Minutes later, Naimh one-upped her by unbuttoning herself all the way and then pulling my mouth around her swollen teat. Minutes after that, Sam gave me a titfuck that ended with a wet and sloppy facial.

Zofi had always Loved to sashay past me doing a model's runway walk before glancing back to make sure I was checking out her high and tight ballerina butt. On Tuesday, she paused a few feet away, pulled her jeans down to mid-thigh, bent over, and waggled her toned tushie at me before giggling and scampering away. An hour later, when she repeated the maneuver, I leapt out of my chair and went after her. She issued a high-pitched squeal as I pounced, unable to retreat with her pulled-down jeans obstructing her legs’ freedom of movement. I caught her easily around the waist and spun her around once before putting her back on the ground and Lightly spanking her bare butt. She looked back over her shoulder at me in surprise at the unexpectedly aggressive act

(for me, at least). With a mischievous glint in her eye, she then shook her butt at me again in defiance. Taking the cue, I bent her over and fell to my knees so I could lick her succulent snatch from behind.

Alice was more direct. When she wanted a study break, she just dropped into my lap, pulled her shirt and bra up to her chin, and shoved a nipple into my mouth. Five minutes Later, she sat back in the armchair with her legs thrown over my shoulders while I feasted on her.

Now it was Friday, and the girls decided to have a little “nude in high heels bootcamp" to further their education in becoming good and proper sex kittens and learn the art of seduction sans clothes. In the past, when the girls would flaunt themselves before me, I was expected to keep my hands to myself. Today, they'd demanded that -I- be the first to strip. Not for any solidarity with the girls or sense of fairness mind you, but simply so they could have easy access. So while in theory

I too would be getting used to being nude around the girls, in practice, for most of the afternoon my nudity was obscured by the head of a budding fellatrix.

Long story short, it wasn't long before I was most definitely comfortable in my own skin.

For the better part of two hours, Sam, Zofi, Naimh, Alice, and Mari took turns parading around my house without a stitch of clothing save for high heels - practicing their runway walks, testing out optimal angles for presenting me with their naked asses while simultaneously twisting their torsos to put their big bosoms in profile, things like that. Belle also paraded around, but since she was still on her period she was the only one who kept her panties on the whole time.

The girls would go up one at a time, with the rest of us sitting on the family room furniture we'd pushed back to give them the runway space to practice their moves. Sam took the honors of calling out and demonstrating many of the moves, though most of the girls came up with at least one pose they wanted to try out with the group watching.

What followed was vintage BTC. My friends cheered and supported each other from the audience, giving tips without judgment and giving encouragement when they got the move just “right” (in my opinion, they never got it wrong).

Shy Mari faltered during her opening strip tease, momentarily reverting to the nightmare of being a scared girl standing in the middle of a room wearing nothing but her underwear and everyone staring at her. I don't know who started it, but soon we had a chant going, “Ma-ri!

Ma-ri! Ma-ri!" while we all slapped the cushions on each syllable.

Naimh called out from the loveseat in a hybrid Irish/Cajun accent, "You can do it!"

It would probably be an exaggeration to say that Mari finished the strip tease like a pro, but off came her bra, with her panties following soon after while everyone encouraged her with catcalls and whistles. Most importantly, when the Lush, curvaceous Latina finished her final pose, her back to us, one foot on a coffee table as she swung her hips back and forth with her panties still dangling from her fingertips, Mari turned to us and her smile lit up the room as Belle ran to hug her BFF clad only in her panties, squishing their big boobs between them.

Then there was that moment when blonde bombshell Sam attempted to Lean back against the doorframe to the downstairs office. She'd meant to use it for leverage as she wiggled her body down and back up again like a pole dancer as Neevie had demonstrated for us, but she misjudged where she was and almost completely missed the doorframe. Her eyes went wide as the expected support didn't arrive and she fell backwards right through door, completely eating it right in front of us. Several of the girls yelped in surprise as we all scrambled to see if she was okay.

Sam looked up at our anxious faces and answered our voiced concern for her with a chagrined, "I fell on my butt," drawing a Laugh from each of us. Alice suggested I kiss the boo-boo, which I was only too happy to do.

Sam tried again and pulled it off, the incident passing into legend amongst the BTC.

While those moments of comradery were memorable, the parade of flesh was exquisite. Willowy Zofi, of course, excelled with her natural dancer's grace. Extroverted Sam, Naimh, and Belle vamped it up and took great glee in shaking their goodies for me. Even Mari warmed up as the afternoon went on.