Betty, Bill and Richard 05 (Put your money where your mouth is part 1) Teen bisex M-M-F July, 2020
My name is Richard. Between September and December, each of us had turned 15.
In the summer Betty, Bill and I had become practiced at making out, feeling each other up and giving each other handjobs.
We slowed down from that point for a couple of reasons, one being that we didn't want to have experienced everything that life had to offer before we turned 15 (or 16, for that matter), and the new school year had taken away a lot of the time we'd had together alone.
Another thing that changed was simply the weather; hanging out naked by the pool in summer is easy, but frost in the morning or a fall downpour makes you want to stay inside with your clothes on.
When swim team and home work slowed down enough to let us think, all three of us had the itch to pick up on Bill's "12-step" program, which is how we'd become experts at kissing and handjobs. We got together in the library on a Wednesday in early November and passed around a notebook so we wouldn't be overheard, and agreed to meet Thursday at Bill's house immediately after school. We shoved the notebook page into the library shredder as we left.
The next day we walked to Bill's from school together. I left my shoes and socks inside his front door. When I looked up, they were already in Bill's bedroom taking off each other's clothes. I joined them, took off my shirt, and sat up on Bill's bed.
Betty sat on the bed, kissed me, and arranged herself so her head was resting on my chest and my hands were on either side of her boobs. Bill kissed me, then gave Betty a long wet French kiss before starting to work on her boobs.
Bill hadn't forgotten about slow and gentle kisses on the ears and neck; we simply didn't have time for that today. He spent a few minutes kissing one boob while his hand worked the other, then he'd switch until the nipples were erect and she was making happy noises.
Bill let one of his hands go down to her pussy while he worked more intensely on a nipple with his mouth. My job was just to hold Betty and watch, but I thought he was doing a good job and Betty seemed to agree.
When Bill had done what he could with breasts and he knew that Betty's pussy was getting pretty wet, he moved down and started licking her pussy lips. This was my cue to reach to her breasts and work them with my hands. My eyes were closed and I didn't have a good view anyway, but Bill's job was to bring Betty to orgasm orally, and it sounded like he was making his first time count.
We had been careful to go slow back in August when we first got her off with our fingers. Things were moving much faster today; Bettys' hips were bucking and she was making noises indicating that we had a happy girl on our hands.
It seemed like only a few minutes had passed when she roared "Now!", which told me to focus on her nipples and get a little bit rough, while Bill, I assume, put his toungue and lips to work on her clit.
It might've been 30 seconds from when she said "Now!" to her orgasm. The whole house was filled with the noise that came from Betty, and she was squirming fiercely. I quit pinching her nipples and just cupped her breasts. Bill sat up, his face a mess.
After Betty's breathing got down near normal, Bill asked, "How'd I do?"
The two of them took a quick shower together and I put on my shirt. By the time they were dressed I had our books on the kitchen table and when Bill's parents got home we looked like the most innocent students in the world.
The next day, Betty laid with her head against Bill's lap while I brought her to climax with my mouth.