A present

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He didn’t stop to think. Wordlessly, Dylan got down on his knees between Katrin’s wide-open thighs and went down on her. His tongue had barely touched her clit when she orgasmed. He kept on licking and nibbling whilst she ground her pussy into his face, bucking her hips upwards. She was moaning and swearing simultaneously. Words he’d never heard her use.

She subsided, eventually, and Dylan looked up, cautiously, to see Alicia and Kat looking at him with huge grins on their faces.

“Dude, and you were doing so well,” Alicia said faux-sternly, wagging a finger at him. “You know the rules!”

Dylan didn’t really even try to struggle when they pounced on him. Alicia held him firmly from behind as Kat knelt in front of him and started to undo his belt and unzip his jeans. Off came shoes and the jeans were peeled slowly down his legs and off. The girls giggled when they saw the tent in his boxers. Standing up, Kat pulled his t-shirt over his head, releasing one arm at a time, and that was it.

Except for boxers and his socks, Dylan was naked. The boxers didn’t last long, either. Efficiently, Kat pulled the waistband out and yanked them down. He was completely exposed to Alicia and Kat. And to Katrin.

“Hey, Katrin, why didn’t you tell us Dylan had such a cute dick?” Alicia chortled.

Dylan went bright red.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t checked it out, sweetie! Just look at it!”

She gave Dylan’s erection a playful flick with her finger, making it bounce around.

“But hey, we’re where we are because Dylan let you come. I think you need to return the favour!”

She untied Katrin and dragged her over, gently pushing her down on her knees in front of Dylan. He closed his eyes as he felt Katrin’s lips closing around him. Strangely enough, it didn’t take long for him to come, either, just as her tongue started swirling around the tip of his cock.

Alicia and Kat dragged the two of them back to the table and they were soon trussed up next to each other, head to toe. Dylan’s outstretched arms were secured to Katrin’s right ankle, and hers to his. Their captors slid out of their panties and stuffed a pair into each of their victims’ mouths. Dylan could taste Alicia on the sodden cotton.

He also found out just how ticklish he was, as Alicia went to work on his helpless body, prodding and fluttering her fingers from the soles of his feet and up towards his groin and back. Both girls clearly thought the way his dick flopped around as he twisted and squirmed in futile efforts to escape those fingers was hilarious. They even tried the nipple contraption on him – and Dylan discovered just how sensitive his nipples could be with the right encouragement.

Katrin was in a similar state, desperately trying to escape Kat’s questing fingers, searching out her most sensitive spots, which by now meant most of her.

They stopped, at last, but only so that a hysterically giggling Alicia could clamber onto the table and lower her pussy down on Dylan’s face. Kat did the same to Katrin, wriggling around to position her slit over her mouth. Dylan didn’t need to be told what to do, tonguing his way up and down between Alicia’s kitty and her neat little asshole.

The girls clambered off them in the end, and let them go, still giggling as they pushed them to one of the bedrooms where a pile of borrowed clothes lay waiting for them on the bed.

Dylan and Katrin studiously avoided looking at each other whilst they stumbled into them. Dylan eventually cleared his throat, nervously, carefully studying the carpet.

“Um, Katrin, you wouldn’t like to come round to my place for a beer, would you? Or something?”