Antonio frowned and balled his fists.

“Psychology 101." I smirked and tapped my own forehead.

“You called me a three-pump chump because you've got a history of problems with that.

It's at the forefront of your mind all the time. Maybe that's why you can never seem to hang on to a girl for more than a couple dates?"

Antonio's face was visibly pink even in the dim ballroom lighting, and he started walking around the table to come at me. Belle still had my dick in her mouth, and I was about to hurriedly pull her head off and zip myself up. But before I could, the scrape of a chair being pushed back got my attention.

Sam was on her feet behind me and she quickly intercepted Antonio just behind Holly's chair. But instead of confronting him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged his head down so that he was staring into her Lush cleavage. She bit his ear and then husked Loudly enough for the rest of us to hear, "This body could've been yours. I'm coming off a week where I bent over and got fucked Every. Single. Day. I'm such a fuckin' nymphomaniac. I get sperm gushing down my throat. I get sperm flooding my sweet pussy. I get sperm blasting deep in my tight arsehole. I. Can't. Get. Enough of it."

Sam then took Antonio's arm and wrapped it around her body. She placed his palm right on her ass and squished her massive melons into his side.

“I could've been your Living sex doll. I could've been giving you incredible, transcendent orgasms for years. Tonight, you could've gotten us a hotel room and watched me peel out of this tight prom dress. I've got the sexiest lingerie on underneath here: lacy see-through panties, garter belt so you could fuck me with my stockings still on, this amazing corset that supports my big Double-D titties so well. I would've pushed you down on the bed and made love to your dick with my mouth, lips, and tongue. I would've climbed on and squeezed my amazing pussy around your cock, massaging it with my secret muscles. In the end, I would've bent myself over and reached back to spread my asscheeks, begging you to please sodomize the shit outta my tight arsehole."

Sam paused and reached up to caress his chest.

“And who knows? Maybe we could've invited one of my friends. I love cock, but there's something just so delicious about making love to another woman and sharing her with my man. Rubbing our breasts together and tasting each other's tongues while we take turns sucking on a fat cock until it spurts ribbons of jism all over our pretty faces. She'll start licking his cream off my forehead and cheeks. I'll start licking sperm off her nose. We might not be able to keep up and... Oops! There it goes dripping off my chin."

Sam took her hand off his chest and Lightly caressed her cleavage with her fingernails. "No matter. These two big, juicy cum catchers will collect all the drops." She mimed slowly scooping jizz off the exposed skin of her left breast with two fingers before popping them into her mouth, moaning as she sucked on her own digits.

“I'll get some of it.

The rest will dribble down my creamy skin and collect atop my nipple so one of these hot babes can Latch onto my succulent teats and su--"

“Aaaahhh, nngh, shit-shit-shit!" Antonio muttered, backing away from

Sam. His hands immediately went to his crotch as he bent over, turning scarlet pink in embarrassment.

“Have a Little accident there, big guy?" Holly scoffed with a sneer.

Bent over as he was, Sam loomed above Antonio. "You're pathetic, you know that? Consider that a parting gift -- can't say I ever got one from you - because Aphrodite is NEVER coming anywhere near you ever again. I'm joining my friends now. We're going to enjoy our Prom and then go upstairs together to the Penthouse Suite where Matty will pleasure all seven of us for hours on end. That includes YOUR prom date, who in a few hours will be licking Matty's creampie out of my cunt while she spreads her arsehole for my boyfriend's incredible dick that's just so much more... massive... than yours.”

“Nngh, nngh, nngh!" I grunted, spurting semen straight into my "little sister's" sucking mouth. Antonio hadn't been the only one getting turned on listening to Sam's erotic soliloquy, and with Belle repeatedly shoving my dick into the first couple inches of her throat, she FINALLY got me off.

After I finished cumming, I felt Belle withdraw in a suspiciously slow and delicate manner. Moments later, she crawled out from underneath the table and parked herself right in front of Antonio. Gaping her mouth open, she showed him the pool of creamy cum she'd collected on her tongue. And then beckoning to Sam, she pulled the gorgeous platinum-blonde together in a wicked hot kiss so they could share my load.

Antonio was gone before the girls were done.

Holly retrieved a chair and parked it between Naimh and Zofi, making us a table of eight once again. Once Belle took her seat, Alice tapped her own chin, muttering, “Hey Belle, you've got a bit of..."

Belle blushed, hurriedly wiped at her chin with a napkin, and flashed me a saucy Look.

I was feeling wiped from my third ejaculation since getting into the limo this afternoon, plus coming down from the adrenaline rush of the encounter with Antonio. I knew the girls had plans for Later tonight in the Penthouse Suite, but if they kept this up much longer, I'd be dead on my feet before we even got to the elevator.

Speaking of wearing me out, the girls soon moved us into the dance portion of the evening. We'd all taken square dancing and just a touch of ballroom as part of our P.E. curriculum, so I knew I wasn't a total klutz. The handful of high school parties we'd attended were more social hangouts with friends and acquaintances and didn't involve a whole lot of actual dancing.

During the fast songs we danced in a group. During slow songs I got paired off with the girls one-by-one, including Holly. Some brave male acquaintances of the girls even came by to ask them to dance, classmates and casual friends and the like. Thankfully, I knew the girls had enough sense to choose their partners wisely, turning down drunken asshole types and only accepting dances with the boys they knew could keep their hands to themselves.