The seven of us spent more time chatting than eating, everyone having a good time. Towards the end of the meal, though, Belle finished whispering something to Mari and then slipped beneath the table. And for the third time today I felt a girl start taking my pants off.

I stiffened up in shock and whispered rather harshly, "Belle!"

She didn't slow down at all, let alone stop. Less than thirty seconds later, my pants remained where they were but my fly was wide open while my impish pixie "Little sister" bobbed her head up and down my rapidly lengthening cock.

Eyes wide, I turned to my left and gawked at Sam, but she was just holding a hand over her mouth to cover her Laughter. Mari leaned over to whisper to Alice, who nudged Naimh. Zofi had already figured it out, and suddenly all five of the remaining girls were smirking as they scrutinized the shocked expression on my face.

A white tablecloth hung down halfway to the floor, but not all the way.

I mean, the ballroom lighting was pretty dim, and the thudding music would probably prevent anyone from realizing what was going on so Long as I didn't moan in orgasmic ecstasy or anything. I gripped the edge of the table and tried to remain calm while Belle sucked me with enough suction to pull a golf ball through a garden hose. Already two ejaculations down today, I was in no hurry to cum, but at the same time

I wanted to fire away into Matty's Little Cumslut's hot Little mouth to reduce the chances of getting caught. Unfortunately, the more I tried to think about making myself cum the harder it was to actually do so, and Belle remained beneath the table slurping and sucking as the seconds continued to tick on by.

“Hey guys!" a new voice said brightly.

“How's it going?"

Straining to keep my face neutral, I looked up to my right feeling relieved to see Holly standing just behind Belle's empty chair. Her hair was lime green now, bright enough that I wondered if it would glow in the dark. She was dressed to impress in a spaghetti-strap multicolored shimmering gown of vertical pleats - blues and purples and pinks that went really well with her hair color - with a plunging

V-neck that put her excellent rack on display and a super-high side slit that exposed plenty of leg.

Mari was the closest to her, and she beamed, "Oh hey, Holly, how are you?"

Holly made a face.

“Been better.”

From behind me, Sam asked, “Where's your date?"

“Told him to get Lost. He must be with his football buddies now," Holly sighed. "I never should've agreed to be his prom date in the first place. All he wanted was a score."

I tried to look sympathetic, but a moment later Belle nudged my cockhead into the tight confines of her throat. She couldn't get her lips all the way down, but she could still stuff a couple of inches into her throat before gagging, and she apparently chose to do so at that exact moment. The point is: my eyes bugged out and I had to stifle a groan.

My movement was jerky enough to attract Holly's attention, and she gave me a curious look. After quickly surveying the table, she tapped her fingernails in sequence across the chair back and asked suspiciously,

“Where's Belle? Went to the bathroom?"

Mari giggled. "Uh, not exactly."

Holly scrutinized my face, and a moment later she seemed to figure it out, because she pulled Belle's chair out and promptly sat down.

“There, all better," she pronounced while smirking at me and then Sam just beside me. "Wouldn't want anyone to get the idea that someone from this table had gotten Lost underneath trying to find a dropped fork or anything."

Sam chuckled. "Why thank you for being so thoughtful."

I grunted beneath my breath as Belle began attacking my dick with increased vigor.

“You're very welcome," Holly replied musically.