Sam looked back at the others and asked them, “Are we good with this?"

Zofi, Mari, and Alice nodded immediately. Alice replied verbally, "It sucks ‘cuz I just got started, but this IS what's fair. We're good with this."

Belle didn't state her agreement in any way, but nor did she disagree.

Sam turned back to me.

“We understand that it'll take time for your relationship with Neevie to heal to the point where you can be intimate again. None of us know if that's going to be a few days, a week, a month, or... however Long it takes. But until you two get back there, none of the rest of us is going to be intimate with you either."

My jaw dropped.

“Focus on fixing things with Neevie. Figure out whatever you need to figure out in your head," Sam stated emphatically. "Until then... no more sex."

Um. Shit.

This sucked.

This really, really sucked.

More to the point, my dick WASN'T getting sucked, nor was it getting fucked, neither.

No hand jobs. No blowjobs. No titfucks. No pussy. And definitely no anal.

Nothing.

They wouldn't even KISS me.

If Naimh couldn't do it, neither would they.

Seriously, it hadn't even been seventy-two hours since the BTC's proclamation of female solidarity, and already I was on the verge of cracking. The idea of staring off into the abyss of celibacy after an incredible few months of ramming my dick into the holes of six outrageously beautiful busty bisexual cumsluts with a thing for slurping my creampies out of each other's bodies was almost more than I could bear. And that Little Mermaid plastic VHS clamshell case was looking more and more enticing.

I mean yeah, part of me figured I should just let bygones be bygones, invite Naimh over to my house and plow my dick right up her ass to end the whole fucking thing. But the reality is that she meant so much more to me than just a collection of holes to be used. I really did care about her and care about our relationship, and perhaps hearing her scream her ex-boyfriend's name had actually fucked me up a little more than I realized. I wasn't ready to just jump back in the sack and pretend that nothing had ever happened.

Zofi and Sam came over on Wednesday afternoon to study and do homework, and by that they actually meant doing homework, the way we used to do before the Holly incident. But just being around each other knowing we couldn't get jiggy with it around drove all three of us to distraction.

Nobody could get any work done.

Zofi was horny and got in her head that even if she wasn't allowed to mess around with me, The Rule shouldn't stop her from having sex with

Sam, right? Sam was kind enough to point out that while Zofi was technically correct, it would be ridiculously unfair for them to hook up with each other in MY house and prevent me from joining in. So in the end, the two girls packed up their books, each gave me a kiss on the cheek just to remind me they still cared, and left, abandoning me to my imagination of what they'd be doing to each other at Sam's house.

I didn't get much studying done after that.

That first day I was too proud to masturbate. I had this egotistical idea in my head that the girls had each individually become addicted to my cock and that after a day or two of going through withdrawal, they'd scrap the stupid “no sex" idea and we'd all end up in a massive orgy together with me spraying gallons of cum all over their nubile bodies.

The thing is: Sam turned out to be right. Despite initially being against the idea of enforced abstinence, Naimh felt truly supported and cherished by the BTC taking such drastic action on her behalf. She went out of her way to thank the girls for making her feel special and wanted, which made the girls feel proud of their action and even more determined to see it through. And as soon as I saw them banding together in the bonds of sisterhood, I knew the moment would come that

I'd have to resort to my own right hand.