BJ Bliss Ch. 08 Hustle & Blow

"Thanks so much for understanding. I told Autumn,"—Gwen began, referring to her teenage daughter—"If you want to bring your friends to the blowjob class before the concert tonight, you're all going to have to share a cock. I'm not made out of money."

Katrin looked over at Gwen's gothy daughter. Autumn. Her name is fucking Autumn, she thought with amusement.

"Sadly, I'm not made out of blowjob models either, but coordinating multi-girl blowjobs is my specialty," Katrin replied to Gwen with a wink. They shared a laugh and Katrin turned to address the group. "Hello ladies, I'm Katrin, your blowjob instructor for the afternoon!"

"Hello!" the young women responded politely as they looked over the handsome men that stood quietly at Katrin's back.

"Who's ready to learn about blowjobs today?" Katrin asked, amping up her enthusiasm.

"I am!" the blonde with the pink highlights blurted out, causing her friends to giggle.

"Who's ready to give a blowjob today?"

The blonde's friends look at her expectedly causing her blush.

"That's okay," Katrin assured them. The young women suddenly erupted with nervous laughs. "Nobody has to do anything they don't want to. What I'm going to do is show you everything that you need to know about blowjobs, while you use the toys for practice. When it comes time for demonstrations, we'll revisit that question and see who wants to give a real blowjob."

Katrin felt the familiar, confident rush coming back to her as she presented to the group. The girls seemed so intimidating at first, but their nervous apprehension was very sweet. They looked up to Katrin with curious, admiring eyes. She suddenly remembered why she loved her job.

"Do you have somewhere that we can hide the guys while we practice?" Katrin asked the mothers in the room.

"Gwen, I'll take them to your bedroom if that's okay?" the blonde mother offered.

"Of course. That's exactly where I would put them," Gwen remarked dryly, causing the young women to giggle. "Guys, this is Marci, she'll take good care of you."

Katrin turned and looked at Peter, trying to gage his reaction to the situation so far. Just as he had promised, he remained stoic and silent, trying his best to ignore the female attention in the room. Marci took the men by the arms with a sultry smile and guided them down the hallway.

With the initial introductions out of the way Katrin surveyed the interior of the living room and was instantly envious. The condo was an urban, shabby chic masterpiece with exposed brick, quirky antiques, and artistically repurposed accents. Considering the trendy neighborhood, the living room space alone implied considerable income.

What in the hell does Gwen do for a living? Katrin wondered, quickly realizing the irony of such a curiosity, given her own profession. Katrin eyed the ring on Gwen's finger and considered asking about "Mr. Gwen," before quickly resolving that not asking about the Mister should probably be rule number one of her blowjob workshops.

"Okay, girls," Katrin began, as she set down her briefcase and popped it open dramatically to reveal a collection of dildos of varying sizes. "Gwen was nice enough to provide some cucumbers and bananas in addition to these life-like toys. These are all fine options. Go ahead and choose your cock and we'll get down to business!"

Peter and Justin followed Marci down the narrow hallway and into the bedroom. She showed them to the sliding glass door that connected the bedroom to a private street-facing deck.

"Here, you can hang out on the deck. You don't have to sit on the bed, unless you want to?" Marci said with a smile as she eyed the younger men with lust.

"The deck is perfect, thank you," Justin replied politely. He couldn't help but look over Marci's form-fitting dress and sexy tan legs. Peter gave Marci a silent nod, holding remarkably true to Katrin's "no talking" rule.

Marci quickly hurried back to the blowjob workshop, leaving the guys to look out over the street at a strip of trendy new restaurants and long standing neighborhood taquerias.

"Nervous?" Justin asked Peter.

"A little," he confessed. "I wonder how they're going to group us?"

"You never know what you're going to get. Katrin usually lets the girls choose their guy. I don't even know if the moms are part of the deal today, but you won't hear me complaining," Justin said as he looked over his shoulder suggestively at the spot where Marci was previously standing.

"How could a guy possibly get into this line of work?" Peter asked Justin with curiosity.

"Who me? Well, it's been a long journey," Justin said with a laugh. He furrowed his brow reminiscence, "I joined up with the Army after high school and that didn't turn out so well for me. Entry Level Separation. That's what they call it when you don't even make it through bootcamp, in my case, for punching a Sergeant. I was damn lucky they went with the ELS and didn't make it criminal."

"Well, at least that makes for a good story. What did you do after you were out?"

"I had to be honest with myself. I was never going to be a college guy, so I tried my hand at commercial trucking as soon as I turned twenty one. Moved out west to Nevada to get away from all of that shame that I left back home from the bootcamp incident. I just wanted to be as far away as possible. Got my commercial licence no problem and started working right away. I bought a trailer, I had some money. After a year, the desert heat got to me and I bailed. I figured, since I fucked up back east, and I things didn't work out in the west, maybe I would give the Midwest a shot." He quickly reverted to a smile. "So far it's worked out pretty good! Everyone is so nice in this city. I didn't have a lot of options when I got here. I showed up with practically nothing. I got into stripping at first, but nothing beats the blowjob modeling as you're about to find out."

"Yeah, from what I've heard, once Katrin goes through the lessons they aren't shy about doing some practice," Peter remarked in reference to the roaring female laughter that could be faintly heard from the hallway.

"No, they definitely aren't," Justin confirmed with smirk that quickly turned into thoughtful expression. "You know, these girls love a freaky-big dick like mine for a party, but you'd be surprised how few are really interested in me when all's said and done. I don't have anyone right now and the job doesn't make it any easier. You've got the life, Peter. Katrin's the best boss I ever had and is super nice. You get to go home with her and you get to do the workshop. You've really got shit figured out."

Peter nodded his head at Justin's analysis. "Yeah, I guess I'm pretty lucky, but I've also got a few years on you. Compare yourself to the other twenty-something guys, I'm pretty sure any one of them would trade places with you." Peter suddenly redirected the conversation. "Listen, Justin, Katrin told me about everything that happened at the divorce party. I just want you to know that I know and that things don't have to be awkward."

Justin looked back at Peter in alarm and scrambled to explain, "Hey man, I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean for it to go that way. That party was crazy! I was getting bossed around by all of these women and next thing I know I'm cumming all over everybody—it was really confusing."

Peter couldn't help but chuckle at Justin's take on the events of the party. "Don't be sorry and definitely not to me," Peter corrected. "I didn't have any claim to Katrin that night, and really, I don't have any claim to her at all. She can do whatever she wants. That's one of the benefits of honesty."

"Cool, thanks so much for explaining. I was really feeling bad about it," Justin said.

"So, how many guys were involved?" Peter was dying to know. He was still enthralled with the fact that Katrin got bukakked at a party, but she was always a bit fuzzy on the details.

"Five, if I remember right. I'm not going to lie. It was pretty messy. I felt kind of bad for her, but she really seemed to like it—"

Marci suddenly entered the bedroom and pulled open the sliding door of the deck to interrupt.

"Hi boys," she said with an ecstatic grin. "We're ready for you!"

Peter gulped nervously and Justin slapped him on the shoulder.

"C'mon, man. It's show time!"

Peter and Justin followed Marci through the hallway and entered the living room, where Katrin greeted them with a confident smile. A legion of teenage girls stood at her back, just dying to try out their new blowjob skills.

Katrin had divided them into two groups so that each blowjob team consisted of four teens and one mother. Marci stood in front of her team, which included her blonde daughter. Gwen carefully adjusted the yoga mat on the floor in front of her team and looked up at Peter with a lustful smile.

"Are you ladies ready to show these lucky guys what you've learned?" Katrin asked.

"Yes!" they replied, licking their lips in anticipation.

"Okay, let's get it started, just how we planned," Katrin directed.

Gwen stood up from the yoga mat and approached Peter, looking him directly in the eyes. "Peter, I'm going to suck your cock."

Peter gulped and nodded at Gwen politely as she stepped aside. Her daughter, Autumn approached next. "Peter, I'm going to suck your cock and play with your cum," she said, causing her teammates to giggle.

"It looks like we have an overachiever," Katrin commented as she stared directly at Peter trying to gage his reaction to the proceedings. One by one, the girls approached Peter and Justin, declaring their intent to suck on their cocks. The simple and brilliant gesture, of Katrin's design, had them nearly busting out of their pants.

Katrin braced herself for the main event. Over the course of the blowjob lesson her jealousy had slowly converted into wanton lust. The more she feared the sight of the sexy young women enjoying her boyfriend's cock, the more she felt herself moistening in anticipation of it.

Gwen and Marci kneeled before Peter and Justin, respectively and pulled hard on their break-away pants, igniting an eruption of cheering and applause from the teenage girls on their teams. They shared a devious smile with each other and proceeded to pull down the mens' briefs in unison, eyeing their rising erections and quickly taking them into their hands.

Peter's heart beat against his chest as he felt the captivated glares coming from the four teenage girls at Gwen's back. Gwen cupped his balls and began massaging them as she traced his throbbing erection from base to tip with her finger.

Katrin's mouth was slightly ajar as she watched. She folded her arms together and clutched at her elbows tightly. Gwen proceeded to show off her skills, easing Peter into her throat and looking up at him to gage his reactions.

Over on Marci's end, she was attempting to swallow the length of Justin's cock and met her gag reflex just past the halfway point. She supplemented by taking him in her hand and lunged on his shaft repeatedly as the girls at her back waited patiently waiting for their turn.

After the moms had their fill, they positioned themselves behind their respective blowjob models and enjoyed a feel of their firm asscheeks. Their daughters were first up and they took to their knees in front of swollen, intimidating erections.

Autumn carefully stuck out her tongue and enjoyed a nice slow lick from Peter's sack all the way to his head, ending with a taste of pre-cum that dotted the tip of her tongue. Gwen reached between Peter's legs from behind and cupped his balls supportively as her daughter slowly swallowed his cock and bobbed her head. She eased him in deeper and deeper until a trickle of spit dripped out from her bottom lip.

"Good work, honey, but don't go too deep," Gwen said to her daughter with concern.

"Mom!" Autumn pouted in reaction to the blowjob micromanagement.

Katrin smiled knowingly as memories of her first blowjob experience rushed back to her. She felt quite embarrassed as a drip of moisture suddenly escaped down her leg. They had barely begun and she could tell that her panties were already soaked.

Marci protectively wrapped a hand at the base of Justin's cock to thwart her daughter, Cherry, from going too deep. Cherry eagerly swallowed Justin and showed no sign of a struggle as she dipped him repeatedly in her throat, meeting the protective edge of her mother's hand with her lips.

"How does it feel, Cherry?" Katrin asked. "Are you hitting the gag reflex?"

Cherry pulled back and wipe the drool from her lip. "Nope! I guess I don't have one?"

"You're one of the lucky ones," Katrin explained. "Girls, as we discussed in the lesson, some of you will have sensitive reflexes and some won't have any at all. When it's your turn, I want each of you to safely find your limit with a real cock. There is absolutely no shame in gagging. Some guys even like it."

Autumn and Cherry gracefully stepped aside, allowing their girlfriends to have a turn. Peter and Justin held back audible groans, attempting to be as professional as possible as the young women looked up at them with big blinking eyes and attempted to swallow their meat with enthusiasm.

"Do you like it?" a girl with colorful arm tattoos asked Peter with a grin after she had enjoyed several sloppy deepthroat dives onto his cock. Peter looked up at Katrin helplessly.

"Go ahead, you can talk," Katrin allowed him, unexpectedly.

"Yes, I do," he replied politely to the young woman. She gushed with excitement and passed his cock off to her friend with the green hair and a nose-ring. Gwen continued to massage Peter's sack as the girl with the nose-ring tested out her limits and gagged on his cock.

A final rotation allowed the last of the girls to have a go at some blowjob practice and they filled the room with sloppy wet sounds as they went to work. Peter and Justin were breathing heavily desperately trying to calm themselves from the excessive stimulation while Katrin looked at them with amusement. She felt incredibly powerful, wielding her army of cock-sucking teenagers (and supportive mothers) against them. She was eager to take it up a notch to see how much they could handle.

"Okay girls, you all did wonderful!" Katrin encouraged them. "The next round is all about balls. Gwen and Marci, do you mind holding on to those big hard dicks supportively while the girls enjoy some ball-play?"

Gwen and Marci graciously accepted the responsibility and reached around to grip the shafts of their respective men. Their daughters approached and began licking balls and smiling back and forth at each other.

"Can we do it together?" Autumn asked Katrin.

"Of course," Katrin replied, causing Cherry to eagerly hop over to Autumn's side in front of Peter. Katrin watched with interest as the girls enjoyed her boyfriend's balls together. They swirled their tongues playfully and he let out the faintest audible groan. Two girls on the other team quickly took their place under Justin and began licking his sack in a similar fashion.

"Now Autumn," Gwen began as she held Peter's hard cock supportively over their faces, "when you two go away to college, I'd prefer that you and Cherry give blowjobs together, when possible. There is safety in numbers."

"That's great advice, Gwen, I love it!" Katin said.

"Okay, Mom," Autumn agreed.

"Okay, Mrs. Conway," Cherry replied. She shared a smile and a kiss with Autumn and they turned their attention back to Peter's balls. To Peter's shock, they began rubbing their noses against his sack and laughing at his reaction. They took turns dragging his balls across their foreheads and playfully plopping them against the bridges of their noses with giggles.

"That is fantastic ball-play girls! It's so hot when you get your faces into it," Katrin encouraged. She looked at Peter and smiled, enjoying the delirious state of pleasure that he was in. "But do you remember what I said about this part of the workshop?"

"Don't be a ball-hog!" Autumn and Cherry said in unison with a laugh. They graciously stepped aside, allowing their two other teammates to enjoy some sack time of their own.

On Justin's end, the four teenage girls had all crowded around, desperate for a chance to show off their ball-handling skills. They each took a turn to slurp on his sack individually, then paired up to split his balls between their mouths, two girls at a time. The grand finale was a coordinated effort to get all four tongues moving across his testicles while Marci poked at his asshole from behind with her tongue.

"Holy shit!" Justin blurted uncontrollably. "I'm sorry boss," he said to Katrin.

"That's okay," Katrin replied. "You have to be dying over there!"

"Girls, let's give it to him good," Gwen suddenly announced, not wanting to be upstaged by Marci's team. The four teens coalesced around Peter's throbbing hard-on and descended on him with a slobbery fury. The tattooed Latina and nose-ring girl went to town on his balls and Autumn and Cherry eagly ran their puckered lips up and down his shaft in unison.

Gwen pressed her nose in between Peter's butt cheeks and eagerly stimulated his perineum and asshole with a wild, wet tongue. Peter could no longer contain his pleasureful groaning and Katrin laughed with satisfaction. She felt her pussy throbbing against the fabric of her panites and suddenly felt desperate for release. A few strokes is all that it would take.

"Okay, girls," Katrin began. "Your mission is to keep these guys nice and hard, but do not let them cum just yet. I need to use the ladies room."

Katrin quickly stepped through the living room with her heart racing. She had no idea how convincing her escape was and she didn't care. She pulled the bathroom door shut behind her and leaned against it, desperately pulling up her bright red skirt. She slipped her hand under the silky, wet fabric of her panites and began stroking. What are you doing? You can do this in their bathroom! she attempted to reason with herself. She didn't stand a chance against the urges that had risen up inside her and continued to rub herself intently.

A surge of incredible pleasure coursed through her body and she bit her lip in frustration, wanting to scream out for the entire city to hear. She massaged her throbbing erect clit and covered her hand in her dripping juices until she felt the explosion of an orgasm.

Her back slid against the door until she was sitting on the floor of the bathroom, shaking and burning with pleasure. She tried to gather her composure and washed her hands, hoping there was still time to catch the grand finale.

Katrin exited the bathroom and approached the wild group-blowjob gathering from behind. She could see the nearly exposed asses of Gwen and Marci as they hiked up their skirts and pleasured the men's assholes. Katrin stepped back into the action and felt the heat rising between her legs once again as the scene came into view.

The teenagers were gagging and slobbering on the cocks in front of them and sharing balls with all of the skillful coordination that Katrin had imparted them with during her lesson. Katrin suddenly wanted more than anything to see big veiny cocks squirting all over the eager young women in front of them. She stepped up to make it happen.

"Girls, we are just about out of time. Show them how we make them cum," Katrin demanded with her hands on her hips as she stood between the men for the best possible view.

Gwen and Marci quickly made their way to the front of the men and began jerking their throbbing cocks over the huddled faces of the teenagers.

"Will you cum all over my face?" Autumn asked Peter pleadingly, batting her big black eyelashes at him.

"And mine! And mine!"Autumn's teammates chimed in enthusiastically as they shared naughty smiles and kissed each other on the lips.