Guess That Hit/Part 3

Guess That Hit, part 3: No prize? Priceless!

The girls remained silent. Impressed?
I decided to break the silence.
“Do I get a prize now?”

I couldn't believe that I had really just said that. What was I even thinking? Giving the girls more bad ideas was the last thing I should do, right?
I know exactly what I was thinking. And also what I was hoping.
I really, really should be more responsible.

So here I was, in my sister and brother-in-law's house. They were out for the night and had entrusted me with their daughters Grace and Cindy, and with four of Cindy's girlfriends.
They had trusted me to keep them safe. And instead, I had allowed them to talk me into playing a game that required me to fondle their developing chests, blindfolded, to guess who's who from the touch of their tits.

The girls had insisted that it wouldn't be sexual at all. It would be like a doctor's examination, they had said.
But most, if not all of the girls had become noticeably aroused by my touches. And, let's face it, so had I – and the girls knew it. Rhonda had even touched me, stroked my dick through the fabric of my jeans, until I stopped her.

I had finished the game. I had identified all girls. And now, with the blindfold still in place, with the girls still topless, with my pants awkwardly stretched, and with the last girls I had touched still breathing faster than normal, I had challenged them. I had asked these girls, all on the brink of sexual awakening, all aroused and curious from the game we played, “do I get a prize?”

What if … what if they actually offered a prize?
Oh yes, let them! I've got some great ideas!
I really shouldn't take this any further, I'm supposed to be the responsible adult here.
Yeah, right. That ship has sailed, bud!
If they offer a … naughty prize, I should refuse, right? But how? How to turn them down without embarrassing or insulting them?
See? Just accept and enjoy the price!
Oh boy, why didn't I pause to think before opening my stupid mouth?

I heard Savannah clear her throat.
“No, Dave. No prize. It was just a game for fun. As my mom would say,” I heard her voice change, probably mimicking her mother, “the fun we shared together was prize enough for us all.”
That did sound like something a mother would say. Except … well, not about this type of fun.

“Fair enough,” I said. Relieved that Savannah had saved the situation.
Relieved? Really?

“So game's over, right? I'd like to get rid of this blindfold. It's getting all sweaty under here. Could you girls please get dressed and tell me when I can remove it?”
I heard one of the twins snort. The sound came from the left, so probably Ally.
“After the way you felt us up, I'm sure you could draw a photo-perfect picture of my titties already! Why bother with clothes? Just remove the blindfold already!”
“No, Ally!” That was her sister, Hannah. “I agreed to play the game when you asked, but that's it. I won't let him see me, I'm getting dressed first!”
“Oh, Hannah, why are you such a prude! You're always spoiling the fun.”

I decided to step in, tried to be a responsible adult.
“Nobody should be forced or pressured to be nude if they don't want to. Everyone has a right to decide over their own body. So Ally, stop teasing and pressuring Hannah and respect her choice. And now get dressed, all!”
“Hmmm, you're right. Sorry Hannah, that was not nice of me. Here, let me help you with your dress.”
I was glad to hear that the conflict between the twins was stopped.

As the girls were getting back in their clothes, I became once more aware of the painful erection in my pants. My dick still tried to interfere with my thoughts.
My thoughts wandered, gave me vivid memories of what had happened. The silky smoothness, the warm temperature, the firm softness, of all those boobs I had held.
Then the smarter part of me took over again. I pushed the memories away, filed them for later use. I had no time to indulge now. This game was over. How long until the girls are bored again?
Think, Dave. Think of a really innocent game to play next. Think hard!

Suddenly I felt hands on the back of my head, carefully untying the knots on the blindfold. And then the cloth was removed from my eyes. I expected to be blinded by the light, but apparently the girls had decided to dim the lights.
Had they just done that on my behalf? Had they been uncomfortable baring among each other with full lights? Had they tried to create a romantic atmosphere during the game?
I still needed a few seconds to adjust to the light … and then my slowly deflating cock sprang right back to attention as I saw that most of the girls still had their shirts off!

“WHAT THE … ??? I thought I told you to get dressed first!”
“No, Dave,” Ally said, “you told us that everyone decides for her own. I don't see the point in covering up – as I said, you already know how they look from feeling them.”
“But …,” I started, but I gave up. Beaten by my own words.
How to handle this? My mind raced. Should I avoid looking at them the whole time? Or would that make them feel insecure, ugly? Should I act normal, pretend there's nothing to see? Probably the best, but I knew that I'd be unable to ignore so much beauty.
“Okay then,” I decided, “if you insist on showing off, then you'll have to accept that I will look!”.

“Be my guest!” Ally defiantly replied as she positioned herself directly in front of me. “Look all you want!”
I did. What a sight to behold!
She was stunning. I forced myself to not look at her tits. Not yet, I wanted to save the best for the last.
I saw her skin, smooth as silk, ever so slightly tanned. Not as dark, as I had noticed before, as Hannah, but far enough off white. A nice, subtle tan, just enough to draw attention to the small, soft blond hairs on her arms, and the absence of such hairs, the total smoothness, on her belly and chest.
Her chest. Her chest that was decorated with two gorgeous tits. Yes, they were exactly the shape and size that I had earlier deducted by touch. Round, like mandarins. Two small nipples, standing fully erect in the middle of her oval areolas.

Ally, very well aware of my attention, pushed out her chest a bit. The movement caused her boobs to dance subtly, showing the firmness I had already felt.
There was one thing I had expected but didn't see.
“No tan lines?”
“No. Hate them! Our back yard is private enough, I tan there. In public places I keep my shirt on. That's why Hannah is more tanned than me, she often wears her bikini when I'm in my shirt.”

I turned towards the other girls.
I was immediately drawn to Rhonda. I had already noticed the perfection of her shapes during the game. I praised my luck when I saw that she too had decided to stay topless.
I looked at her tits. Noticed how they looked oversize in comparison to the still childlike body of this 13 year old. But also noticed that their shape was exactly as I had visualized them during the game.
Two perfect pears. Round areolas, small, firm nipples. Rhonda's naturally darker skin made it harder to find the tan lines, but I did see a subtle color change. Two small circles, only slightly larger than her areolas.
“I'm surprised your parents allow you to wear a bikini that is skimpy enough to create those tan lines,” I remarked.
“They don't,” she replied, “I change into it after I leave my house. I like to see how the boys respond when I'm wearing it!”
Yeah, I bet you do.

My eyes wandered further. Cindy, my niece, had not bothered with her shirt either, but she had put her training bra back on. Almost white, but with a subtle blueish hue.
I noticed how the bra affected the shape of her breasts. When I had felt her, I had touched starting mounds, with a rather large area but not much protrusion. The fabric of her bra molded her tits into a shape that was smaller, rounder, and protruding more.
Cindy's tan lines were extremely visible. They were on her upper arms. No wonder. She never enjoyed sunbathing, she preferred to play on the streets, in the fields. Playing ball with the boys, typically in a sports shirt of one of her favorite teams. She still had a lot of her tomboyish youth in her.

Hannah, as expected, was fully dressed.
Or was she? I noticed that on her lap was what looked to be a neatly folded bra.
I looked at her upper body, trying to see if anything shone through the bodice of her dress. But no. Either it was too loose, or the fabric was too thick.
Shame. Oh, stop it!

I once more admired her tanned skin, accentuated by the stark contrast with the white bodice of her dress. My eyes wandered up, towards her face. Her cheekbones, the charming curl of her lips, her blue eyes, and the ponytails that made her look younger than her sister, despite looking exactly the same.
“Why are you looking at me? I'm dressed. I thought you'd want to look at their boobs?”
“Beauty is more than boobs alone,” I replied, “I enjoy all sorts of beauty. That includes you.”
The twinkle in her eyes showed how much she enjoyed the compliment. The earlier negative comments from Ally had gotten to her, made her afraid to be less appreciated. The reassurance was good for her.

My eyes moved on, found Savanna. She surprised me. The shirt she had been wearing before was now loosely draped around her shoulders. Her tits were covered, but barely. A small section of the chest in between was clearly visible, as was her stomach. She looked like a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen.
And just as that thought crossed my mind, her phone vibrated. She reached for her pocket, taking it out. The movement caused her shirt to shift, and now most of her left tit was exposed.

I felt that I should look away? She had intended to cover up, right?
But I couldn't, I just had to look.
Her tit was small, just an inch or so. I admired how firm it stood, almost a somewhat rounded traffic cone. The nipple was much larger than I would expect on such a small breast. I couldn't find a tan line, Savannah's African heritage gave her a dark brown skin all over, that didn't change color in the sun.
She must have noticed that she had bared herself. She must have seen my gaze. I started to apologize but she shrugged and waved it off.
“Don't worry, Dave. I really don't give a damn who sees them, they're just tits. The shirt is because I was chilly, that's all.”
As she shoved her phone back in her pocket, her shirt shifted further, now fully exposing her left tit. She made no attempt whatsoever to readjust it.

And finally, my eyes met little Grace. I had not expected her to cover up and I was right. At just 8 years, she wasn't conscious of her body yet. The blue dress she had worn earlier was lying on the floor, dropped and forgotten. The only thing Grace was still wearing was her panties. Pink panties, with a unicorn picture. And, I noticed, probably a bit old, too tight. The outline of her slit was clearly visible.
I had seen Grace fully naked just a month before, but it was different now. Then it was just casual nakedness that didn't matter. The camel toe I saw now was erotic, titillating, thrilling. Well, to me it was. I don't think Grace was even aware.

But the other girls definitely were aware of the situation. Especially Rhonda and Ally. They looked at me, expectantly. As if they wanted me to comment on how they looked.
Yeah, not going down that path....

But Savannah was more direct.
“So, now that you finished the inspection: do you like what you see, Dave?”
I decided not to deflect, and not to lie. There was no need to.
“Oh, I like it,” I admitted, “I like it a lot. I love looking at beautiful girls, and I am right now looking at six very beautiful girls.”
I stressed the word six. I wanted to make sure that Hannah too would feel appreciated, and that Cindy would not feel excluded for wearing her trainer bra. Plus, it was simply true. They were all beautiful. Dressed or undressed, all of them were gorgeous.

My cock had been throbbing in my pants all this time. It had already been hard throughout most of the game, but now that I could also see the girls' bare chests, it was throbbing and leaking precum at an alarming rate.
Would I, eventually, just cum in my pants from merely sitting here and looking? Or would my dick stay hard all night?

“Excuse me, girls, I really need to pee,” I lied.
I didn't need to pee at all. I had just decided that I needed release. I stood up and made my way towards the door.
As I passed the girls, I felt my right arm brush against soft skin, looked, noticed that I had touched Rhonda's tits with it. Had I misjudged the distance? Or had she quickly leaned in as I walked past?

Once in the bathroom, I carefully locked the door, then quickly dropped my pants to the floor. I grabbed my rock hard dick, started stroking. I tried to focus on Rhonda's tits. They seemed mature enough for an innocent fantasy. I tried to imagine her tits on an 18 year old woman. I tried to focus, focus on that, focus on older girls. But my mind kept wandering.

I did see Rhonda's tits, but on Rhonda. Then I saw Savannah's perky left tit, peeking from under her shirt. I saw Cindy in her trainer bra, recalled how her tits had felt in my hand. I suddenly saw Ally's tits before me, how they had juggled as she took position right in front of me. I imagined seeing my hands on them, recalled how they had felt to my exploring hands earlier.

Then came Grace. I tried to refocus. I didn't want Grace in my jack-off fantasy. She was too young, she was even more taboo than the other girls. I should not think about her!
But I couldn't keep her out. The innocence of her, flat-chested, in her unicorn panties. The camel toe. The older memory of her soft, smooth vulva, her small and immature slit, glistening from bath water. The texture of her areola on my lips, the taste of her nipple.

I came. I came hard. Spurt after spurt splattered on the bathroom floor. I couldn't recall ever shooting that much cum. Or with so much force. Was this the best orgasm of my life?
As I came to rest, I grabbed a few hands full of toilet paper to clean the floor. I saw a cloth next to the sink, grabbed it, used it with some warm water to first clear my stomach, then wiped my dick clean.
My boxer short was soaked with precum. I knew where Bill kept his clothes, figured he'd be the same size. I grabbed one of his, hoping he didn't count them.

When I returned to the living room, I felt relaxed. After my release, I trusted that I would be able to handle myself. Yes, the girls would still be semi naked. I was going to enjoy the view, savor the beauty of these young girls. But the tension was gone. I'd be able to handle the rest of the night.
Or so I thought.

“Did you … enjoy … your pee?” Rhonda asked, stressing the “enjoy” in an excessively lewd and seductive voice. She knew exactly what I had been doing. And the choir of giggles proved that they all did, or that Rhonda had shared her knowledge. I decided to ignore it.

“So we figured out a new game while you were … peeing,” Cindy said.
The air quotes really were not necessary, just the tone of voice alone was plenty already. I once more pretended not to notice.
“We first thought to revert roles. So then the game would be 'Guess That Dick'.”
All girls giggled at the naughty term, and I tried to hide my staring at all those jiggling boobs.
“But there's only a single dick here, so that would not be a challenge. And then Savannah suggested … go ahead, Sav, you tell him.”
Cindy was very excited at the idea, bouncing up and down in her chair. Savannah was more contained.
“So yeah, I figured, with just a single man, it has to be you who is guessing. So you'd also have to be blindfolded again. But instead of you feeling us, we feel you. Well, your dick. One of us touches your dick, and you guess who.”

I was not prepared for this. I was dumbstruck. The girls were suggesting that … that I … and that they … This could not be!
“So, what do you say? Would you like to try?”
I wanted to say something. I should say something. I should say no, I really should say no. This has to stop.
But you want to say yes. Say yes! SAY YES!!!

I said nothing. I was unable to open my mouth. Probably a good thing, I had no idea what would have come out.
“Come on, it's only fair,” Ally chimed in. “You have fondled us. You've seen most of us naked. It's only fair that we see and touch you too!”

I said nothing. I just stood there, mouth agape.
I felt my head, slowly nodding, all by itself. The girls took that as agreement. Cindy picked up the tea towel, reached up, wrapped it once more around my head. I felt hands touch my pants. Open the button, pull down the zipper. I felt my jeans being pulled down, realized I was now standing in just my boxer short. Or rather, Bill's boxer short. I felt how a hand lifted the hem of my shirt, felt other hands grab my boxer, pull it off. I was glad I had just beaten off, glad I had cleaned up. At least the girls were not greeted by a throbbing erection, or by traces of precum and sperm.

My shirt fell back. I knew I was wearing a rather long shirt. I think it obstructed the view, as I felt once more someone lifting it at the hem.
“Since you're going to see it anyway, might as well give you a good view,” I tried to joke, then took off my shirt.
And you were not at all trying to show off your six-pack, right?

I was disappointed and relieved at the same time to not hear girls gasping for air in shock. Or admiration? Another benefit, I guess, of undressing while flaccid. Mel and Bill were pretty casual about nudity, so I'm sure Grace and Cindy had seen them both naked. The other girls would at least have seen pictures in sex-ed. None of them saw their first dick today. A dick at full mast might have surprised them, but my now relaxed member did not.
“I think you can best sit on the couch, Uncle Dave. Or, better, lie down.”
Cindy grabbed my shoulders, gently, guided me through the living room.

Meanwhile, Savannah took it on her to explain the rules.
“This time you do get to guess right away. Some of us don't want to touch a penis. Others might want to go a second time. You get three guesses each time. Guess correct, you get a point. Three wrongs, we get a point, and tell who it was. When you guess right, or after the third wrong guess, the girl has to stop touching you immediately. Otherwise it would be too much like real sex.”
“And girls, remember: you can only touch his dick. No touching elsewhere, no talking, nothing else.”
“And be gentle, a man's dick is very sensitive,” Rhonda added.

Finally, the numbness fell from my brain. Finally, I realized what we were about to do.
“Stop!” I exclaimed. “This isn't right! The previous game was not right. This is even worse. You are children. I am an adult, I am too old for you. We shouldn't do this.”

The girls were obviously prepared for this. Cindy's response sounded like a prepared speech.
“Okay, Uncle Dave, we get that it's weird for you. But as we said before, it isn't really sex. Your erection in the previous game was just a normal biological reaction. We understand. It's okay. This game, too, is not about sex. It's a guessing game. The touching is just part of the game. Don't worry if you get an erection again. It's still not sexual, just a biological response.”

I knew, deep inside: if I said no, the game would stop. They would have respected my wishes. But truth is, I didn't want to say no, I wanted to be convinced. So I allowed Cindy's words to convince me.
“Okay then,” I said, as I laid down on the couch. “Go ahead.”

For a brief pause, nothing happened.
Up until here, it felt as if the girls had prepared. Had worked out a few scenarios while I was in the bathroom. I guess the preparation had ended here.
I heard some whispers.
“You first?”
“No you”
“I can go first”
“No she should”.

Eventually the room went quiet. I sensed more than I felt a girl kneeling next to the couch. I noticed my body shudder in anticipation.
And then I felt it. A touch. A very gentle touch. Just a fingertip, a soft, smooth, warm, and very underage fingertip.
She gently touched the base of my cock. Traced its length, all towards the loose foreskin on the top. Then back again.
It felt as if whoever this was, was exploring the structure of my skin rather than the exact shape of my dick.

I assumed from how she touched me that this girl had never touched a dick before. So probably not Rhonda: she was the one who had earlier made a remark about my erection, who had grabbed me in the crotch, who had later tried to stroke my dick through the fabric of my jeans. I'm pretty sure that Rhonda had touched dicks before.
Maybe even more than just touching.

I also ruled out Hannah. Hannah was too shy. She had been hesitant about the tit-touching game, had covered up after the game. She probably was one of the girls, maybe even the only girl, that didn't want to play. And even if she did, she wouldn't go first.

That left four. But … Grace? Would she? My mind said yes. She would play this game. She would be the only one for who I actually believed the non-sexual excuse. She was too young to understand it as sexual, yet old enough to be curious. And she wanted to be included in the big girl games, prove she's a big girl too.
But if she would touch me, it wouldn't be like this. She would be … less subtle, more direct.

“Are you Ally?” I tried?
“No”. The voice of one of the twins, probably Ally, coming from above me. I guessed she was standing at the head of the couch, towering over me.
In my mind, I wondered how her tits would look from this perspective … I quickly pushed that though away. I was naked, with a girl touching me. Try not to get hard again!

“Savannah, then?”
“Very good, Dave,” Savannah said.
She withdrew her hand, stood up.
“Was it just a guess or did you somehow … know?”
I grinned: “I did what you girls do with multiple choice tests on school: reject the least likely answers first. That left three of you. Then I just guessed.”
I didn't explain how I had reduced my choices to three, or that the third had been Cindy.

Another girl assumed position next to the couch.
I felt a hand on my dick. This hand was a bit cooler than the previous hand. But it was still soft, it felt nice.
This girl did not just touch me with a fingertip. She enclosed my dick with her full hand. Lifted it a bit. Moved it left and right. Gently shook my flaccid member.
I felt my dick twitch, and she quickly let go. Then grabbed it again, now with just her fingers, Moved and shook it again, until the next twitch.

I tried to control my response but I realized I was unable to. I couldn't prevent my dick responding to the touches. And even if I could – this was just the second girl. I would get hard, eventually. I could fight it a bit longer but I'd lose eventually. I decided to pick my battles. I gave up on this one.
The girl was now squeezing my cock, gently. Now that I stopped resisting, blood was flowing rapidly towards my member. I felt it grow. No full erection yet, but I knew it was visibly larger than before. And, though not fully hard, not as soft as before.
“Are you getting an ereption again?” Grace asked.
“It's called an erection, Grace,” I corrected, “and yes, I am. Cindy earlier explained that a man gets an erection from seeing beautiful boobs, or from feeling them. But a man can also get an erection when a beautiful woman or girl touches his penis. And I don't know who is touching me now, but I do know that all of you are beautiful.”

Whoever was touching my dick had stopped moving it around. She had returned to enclosing my staff with her full hand, right at the base. I noticed how she squeezed, gently first, then harder. She released pressure, then squeezed again. And again.
She then moved her hand to the tip, enclosed it, squeezed gently, harder, …
“Ouch!”
“Oops, sorry.”
She continued to squeezed and release, but gently now. No more pain. This felt great. I wanted her to continue, but …
“Okay, I recognized the voice. I know it's not fair but I can't change it. You're Cindy.”

“Why did you have to talk?”
“Sorry, I just felt sorry for hurting uncle Dave.”
“Yeah, and that's why I told everyone BEFORE the game that you have to be gentle!”
“I know, I know, it won't happen again.”
“It's okay, girls,” I chimed in, “it's only a game, remember? The fun we share together is prize enough for us all.”
They laughed at my bad imitation of Savannah's imitation of her mum.

Seconds later, another girl was kneeling next to my couch.
I suddenly realized the absurdity of the situation. I was fully naked on the couch, dick almost fully erect. And I was surrounded my six young girls, most topless, taking turns to fondle my cock. If anyone entered the house now, there was no way I could explain my way out of this.
Oh shit, if anyone enters …
“Before we continue, what time is it?” I asked.
“It's ten forty-five, Dave.” One of the twins. “It's at least an hour before Cin's mom and dad get home. Don't worry, we'll watch the clock and stop in time.”

I felt another hand grab my cock. Two fingers took my foreskin, puled it backwards, then forwards again. Was this really just exploring? Or was it … ?
Backwards and forwards. Again. The pace increased.
The girl now enclosed the shaft of my dick with her full hand. Started pumping, faster and faster, harder and harder. This was not definitely not exploring, This was a hand job. And a good one, too. This girl had experience.

My dick was rock hard now. I felt precum flowing from the tip.
A second hand touched the sensitive tip, ever so gently, with a finger. Picked up some precum, smeared it across the dickhead. More precum gushed. She distributed it, then enclosed the now slippery dickhead, twirled her hand across my dickhead, while continuing to pump the base with her other hand.
I barely manage to suppress a groan.
“Rhonda!” I blurted.
She stopped jacking me.
“Yes,” she admitted.
Did I hear disappointment in her voice? Disappointment that it was so easy for me?
Or, perhaps, because she had to stop?
I surely was extra glad now that I had taken care of business just before. The way she had been jacking me, I'd have sprayed the ceiling otherwise.

I took a deep breath, tried to calm myself.
“I don't think this is allowed,” I protested. “The rules said only touching.”
Savannah intervened. “The rules said to only touch your dick. I did not see Rhonda touch anything else. No penalty!”
I decided not to ask what kind of penalty they had in mind in case of an actual rule infraction...

The next girl took her place. She must have been inspired by what Rhonda did, for she, too, immediately started pumping my shaft, smearing precum, massaging my dickhead. But this girl was not experienced.
She was enthusiastic, very enthusiastic, but she didn't know how to jack properly. At times it hurt a bit. Other times she missed the most sensitive parts. But what she lacked in experience, she more than made up for by eagerness. The knowledge that this was probably the first ever hand job for … for whoever this was, made it even more stimulating than Rhonda had been.

I didn't know how long I'd be able to hold back. Despite just having relieved myself, I felt another orgasm building. I did not want to scare these girls by cumming all over them. I had to control this, and I could only control this by making this girl stop, fast.
I felt her motions speeding up. Noticed my own breathing get heavier. She'd only stop if I guessed her, so I had to guess – fast!
I forced myself to think, to concentrate. I knew it wasn't Rhonda. Not Gracie either, her hands would be sma... I interrupted myself: the kid's only 8, she'd never do this anyway. Not Hannah, definitely not Hannah. Again, I was left with Ally, Savannah, and Cindy. Would Cindy … No, she's my own cousin. She would never …

“Savannah!” I blurted.
“Nope, one miss. Two guesses left!”
I felt the girl increase the pace. Sweat pearled on my forehead as I fought my urge to orgasm.
I opened my mouth, tried to call the next name: “Aaahhh, nnnggg, oooooh yeah!” was all that came out.
I felt the hand on my shaft, firm grip, moving up and down. I felt the other hand, She had stopped smearing precum and was now moving my foreskin up and down over my dick head. It felt so … fucking … great! It took all of me to focus, open my mouth …
“A … Al … Ally?”
“Aaahhh, damn!”
She sounded disappointed. But she did stop jacking. She released my cock. It was still twitching. I had been close, so damn close to orgasm.

“I think we should stop the game now,” I tried.
“No Dave, please! Some of us didn't even get a turn yet. We're having so much fun!”
Oh damn!
“Then I'll need a break. Someone fetch me a drink, please?”
I heard sighs. But then footsteps moved into the kitchen. I heard the fridge, heard the footsteps return, heard the sound of a beer can opening.
“Here, uncle Dave. Your favorite,” Cindy said, “and girls, I've also brought new coke. Where's your glasses?”

I had not even realized how dry my mouth was until I felt the cold can in my hand. I used my other hand to find the opening, took a large gulp. And another one.
“Thirsty, uncle? I can get you another?”
I declined. I had been on the edge of losing control a few times already. There would be more temptations ahead. Too much alcohol and I might lose control. Might do things that I'd regret later, things that would actually harm the girls.
Up until now, I had only followed their lead. They might still regret, later, what we did. They might then blame me for it, and they'd be right: I was the adult, I should have been responsible, I should have refused. But at least I had only followed their lead, I had not started anything myself. That's a line I hadn't crossed, and didn't want to cross. No second beer.

I pressed the cold can to my forehead. The coolness on my head helped me return to normalcy. Well … normalcy … I was still sitting naked and blindfolded, exposed to six underage girls. My dick had stopped its throbbing and twitching, but it was still rock hard. I no longer leaked precum but I'm sure the dickhead was still glistening from the copious amount spilled earlier. I even felt a drop ease its way across my belly to my left side. Just as I realized that it would fall on the couch and leave a mark if I didn't act soon, I felt a tissue being wiped across my stomach. Good girl, I thought. Would have had a hard time explaining that to Mel and Bill.

I took my time to finish the beer. I needed time.
I heard the girls chattering around me but was unable to focus on their words. Too much had happened, was still happening. My head was still spinning.
I still could feel all the girls' touches on my dick. The gentle touches and exploration from Savannah and Cindy. The expert hand job from Rhonda. Ally's enthusiastic attempt to copy it.
In my mind I paired that with the pictures I had of their boobs. Fantasized how they'd jiggle with the movement of their arms. To that, I added the recollection I still had from the first game, imagined how it would feel to hold and play with those jiggling tits while the were stroking my …
I interrupted myself. These are not the thoughts to help me stay in control. Keep them away, explore them later when you are alone with a box of Kleenex. Concentrate on other things now. My holiday plans. Upcoming elections. Bad puns in last night's rerun of Friends.

I finished the beer, absentmindedly crumpled the can as I always do.
“Ready, uncle Dave?” Cindy asked, “because we are!”
Was I ready? Could I ever be ready? I was still erect, but that would not go down, no matter how long I waited.
The pause had helped. I assessed that I was composed enough now. I would endure.
“Ready”, I replied.
I held out my hand with the can, for one of the girls to take and bin it, then laid back. Folded my hands behind my back, assuming a posture that signaled way more relaxation than I actually felt.
And, I realized, that also pronounced my abs, and exposed my dick even more than it already was.

I immediately felt a hand on my member. The girl gently lifted my dick a bit.
And then, all of a sudden, I felt a completely new sensation. I felt my dick enclosed by two globes of soft, warm, smooth girl flesh. Two tits, pressing the sides of my dick.
The hand under my dick was removed, then I felt pressure applied to the sides. She pressed her tits together, squeezed my dick between them. And then she started moving her upper body, jacking me between her tits.
I was titfucking a girl! Or, rather, a girl was titfucking me.

Composed enough? Not for this, I wasn't! I felt precum flowing. I felt my balls contracting. I felt the start of …
With utter mental strength, I fought it down. I was not going to shoot my cum all over this girls' tits. I couldn't. It would shock the girls too much.
Not the one doing this, it won't. She knows what she's doing!
“Rhonda!” I blurted, as fast as I could.

It's not that I wanted her to stop. I wanted her to go on forever. I was in heaven.
But it HAD to stop. I was mere seconds from cumming, from plastering this girls tits with my cum.
She stopped. Immediately. Good. I heard a disappointed sigh, in perfect unison with my own, equally disappointed sigh.
“Yes,” she said. And then, accusingly, “why are you so quick every time, I was having fun!”

“I don't care whether you had fun!” I shouted, tried to sound angry. “The rules were clear. You broke them.”
“No, I did not!” Rhonda insisted.

Savannah stepped in again, obviously enjoying her role as referee.
“The rules were very clear, Rhonda. You can only touch his dick. Dave, did she touch any other part of your body?”
“Huh? What? I mean … No, but … those were her tits, not her hands! That wasn't touching!”
“The rules are clear Dave. We can only touch your dick. They don't say how or with what part of us we touch it. So Rhonda broke no rules. Unless she accidentally stroked your leg when she leaned over you?”
“Eeeuuuh … I don't know … I guess not …” I interrupted myself, tried to sound angry: “I don't care whether she brushed my leg. She just ...”
“Enough,” Savannah interrupted decidedly, “you agreed to the rules when we started. It's not our fault that you didn't listen!”
Oh shit. I was screwed. I was so screwed. I didn't know what Rhonda had planned for her next turn. I didn't want to know. Yes, I did! I knew that, eventually, she would push me over the edge. My only hope was to endure. If we could stop the game before she gets another turn, then perhaps...

Rhonda interrupted my thought: “So, who'll go next?”
A long silence followed. Were they gesturing? Were they just staring at each other? Did nobody want to play anymore? Or were they trying to decide who'd go now?
The silence gave me time to think. Should I call off the game? I had been ready to call off the game before, but then agreed to continue after a break. If I called it off now, the girls that were still eager to play would blame Rhonda. Not incorrect, of course. But I didn't want to spend the rest of the evening negotiating between these girls.
I decided to sit at least this one out. Rhonda would not go again immediately. There's no way the other girls would be as preposterous as her. I was sure that the titfuck would remain the hottest moment of the night. Or, well, at least until Rhonda's next turn, and if I played it right she wouldn't get another.
I handled the titfuck, I'd be able to handle the next girl.

Finally I heard girls moving around. Someone kneeling at my side. Felt a soft, warm hand grab my still fully erect dick, lift it gently, pull my foreskin back to disclose my dickhead.
And then I felt a soft gush of warm air. Was she breathing on my dick? Was she examining my dick that close up? So, I figured, probably one of the inexperienced but inquisitive girls. Who's the most inquisitive?
“Savannah?” I tried.
“Nope, not me!”

I heard a soft smacking sound, as if someone parted her lips.
Was she … ?
Will she … ?
Wait … ?
Is she going to … ?
Oh my God!
NOOO!! YES!!!!!

Before I could do anything, a wet, warm mouth engulfed my dick. I felt the warmth, felt her wet saliva. Felt a tongue brushing the right side of my dickhead. Felt how she closed her lips, sucked a bit. Heard several sharp intakes of air – apparently I was not the only one surprised!
Precum gushed. It took her by surprise. She opened her mouth, released my cock from that glorious prison. A brief pause, then I felt a tongue touching my dickhead. She dipped her tongue in the precum, tasting it. Then she opened her mouth again, inserted my cock.
“Oooohhhhh, yeah!” was all I could say.

Now I wish I had actually cummed on Rhonda's tits. As traumatizing that might have been for some of the girls, it would have been miles better than shooting my wad in the mouth of one of these preteens.
I recalled the rules. As soon as I guessed the girl, she would stop.
I had to guess, guess right, before I lost control.
“Rhonda!” I exclaimed, “Rhonda again!”
“No, not me. Not this time.”
Damn.
Not Rhonda. Not Hannah either, no way she would … but Ally might, she was also the one who had tried to copy Rhonda's hand job before.
“Ally?”
“Wrong again, Dave. Final guess!”
Well, at least my ordeal would be over after this guess, one way or another.

Two candidates left. Savannah or Cindy.
But Savannah is only 11, she is too …
No, wait, Cindy is my own niece, she wouldn't … not her uncle ... Savannah is the curious one. Could she do this, just to find out …
“Okay, then. Savannah?”
“Nope, missed again. You lost a point!”
“Oh, so it WAS Cindy after all”, I exclaimed. “Not me either, uncle,”
I heard Cindy from my left side, “No, uncle Dave. It's Grace.”

WHAT????
I couldn't believe what I heard. Instantaneously my hands yanked the blindfold from my eyes.
I couldn't believe it, I didn't want to believe it … but it was true. Right in front of my eyes, in my lap, I saw Grace's childlike, angelic face, enveloped by those cute curly blond hairs, the very image of innocence … and that innocent angel had her lips stretched around my rock-hard dick, gently bobbing up and down my shaft.
“FUCK!!” I exclaimed, “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!”
I heard Rhonda whisper in my ear, softly, seductively: “Not yet, Dave. Not yet.”

I couldn't stop it. The glorious feeling of that hot, soft mouth, sucking my cock. The vision of my perverted pole between Grace's innocent, bright red lips. And then Rhonda's seductive suggestion. It was too much.
I came. I didn't even have time to warn. I felt my balls contracting, felt the sperm shooting through the shaft, straight into Grace's mouth.

I saw her withdraw in surprise. Saw the second shot hit her straight in her face. Saw her then, to my amazement, open her mouth again, enclose my dick again.
I kept shooting. I saw how Grace swallowed, tried to cope. Huge wads of sperm ran out of the corner of her mouth, across the base, back into my curly pubic hairs. I even saw some flow out of her nose.
But she didn't let go. Not anymore, not after that first surprise.
I kept cumming for what felt like hours. I know it wasn't. I know it was just a few seconds. But time stretched in a wonderful and inexplicable way, as these seconds of pure bliss extended and extended as if they would never stop.

I must have fainted. As I opened my eyes, I saw six pairs of girl eyes look at me. I remembered, realized what I had just done.
“Oh, sorry!” I blurted, “Sorry, Grace. Shit, shit, shit! I'm so sorry. I couldn't...”
She interrupted me. Grace leaned in, gave me a gentle peck on the lips. I tasted my own sperm, still on her lips.
“Don't be sorry, uncle Dave! It was fun!”

And then Grace turned to the other girls. Stuck her cum-covered tongue out at Rhonda.
And exclaimed, triumphantly: “I won!!”

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