Amateur Teen Threesome Double Blowjob Tutorial Guide Part 2

Title: Amateur Teen Threesome Double Blowjob Tutorial Guide Part 2
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Story itself.

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon in the small apartment Jessica and Emily shared off-campus. Jessica, 19, with her messy ponytail and oversized band tee, was sprawled on the couch scrolling her phone. Emily, also 19, blonde and freckled, stood in the tiny kitchen microwaving leftover pizza. The TV droned some reality show in the background, volume low so neighbors wouldn’t complain again.
Their friend Michael had come over to “study,” but books were long forgotten on the coffee table. He sat between them now, legs spread casually, jeans already unzipped. Jessica glanced at Emily and smirked.
“Alright, part two,” Jessica said, tossing her phone aside. “You watched the first one with us last week. Time to practice those tips.”
Emily laughed nervously, wiping pizza grease on her shorts. “You’re serious? Like, right now?”
Michael grinned, leaning back. “I’m game if you two are. Show me what you learned.”
Jessica scooted closer first. She tugged his jeans down a bit more, freeing his cock. It was already half-hard from the teasing texts earlier. Emily knelt on the floor in front of him, knees on the worn carpet. Jessica stayed on the couch, leaning over his lap.
“First recommendation from the video—eye contact,” Jessica said, looking up at Michael while she wrapped her fingers around the base. “Guys love that shit.”
She licked the underside slowly, tongue flat, from balls to tip. Michael groaned low. Emily watched for a second, then joined in, her tongue meeting Jessica’s near the head. Their tongues touched accidentally at first, then deliberately, sliding together along the shaft.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Michael muttered, hand resting on Jessica’s shoulder.
Emily giggled against his skin. “Tip two—use your hands too. Don’t just suck.”
She cupped his balls gently, rolling them while Jessica stroked the shaft in slow twists. They took turns sucking the head—Jessica first, lips tight, bobbing shallow, then popping off so Emily could dive in deeper. Emily gagged a little when she tried too far, pulled back coughing, spit stringing from her lip to his cock.
“Easy,” Jessica said. “Tip three—don’t rush the deepthroat. Tease first.”
They both licked the sides now, heads tilted, mouths open wide so their lips brushed each other around his shaft. It looked messy—spit everywhere, hair sticking to cheeks—but that’s what made it real. No perfect angles, just two girls figuring it out.
Michael’s breathing got heavier. “Keep going. Shit.”
Jessica pulled back for a second. “Next tip—alternate rhythms. One fast, one slow.”
Emily went slow, tongue circling the head like she was savoring ice cream, while Jessica jerked him quick with her hand, thumb rubbing the frenulum. Then they switched. Michael’s hips twitched up involuntarily.
“Goddamn,” he said through gritted teeth.
Emily looked up, eyes watering a bit from the effort. “Does that feel good?”
“Fucking amazing,” he answered.
Jessica laughed. “Tip five—talk dirty. Tell him what you’re doing.”
Emily tried, voice shy at first. “We’re both sucking your cock… tasting you together.”
Jessica jumped in. “Your dick’s so hard for us. You like two mouths on it?”
Michael nodded fast. “Hell yes.”
They got bolder. Jessica took him deep, throat relaxing enough to get halfway, humming so the vibration hit him. Emily licked his balls, sucking one gently into her mouth, then the other. The room smelled like spit, pizza, and arousal—raw, lived-in.
“Tip six—kiss with his dick in the middle,” Jessica said, pulling off.
Their lips met around the head, kissing sloppily with his cock between them. Tongues flicked over the tip, over each other. Michael groaned loud enough that Jessica shushed him. “Quiet, dude. Thin walls.”
Emily whispered, “Tip seven—use spit. Lots of it.”
She let a thick string of saliva drip onto his shaft, then spread it with her hand. Jessica did the same. His cock glistened, slick and shiny. They stroked together now, hands overlapping, mouths trading off sucking.
Michael’s hand moved to Emily’s hair, guiding gently. “Fuck, I’m close.”
“Not yet,” Jessica said. “Tip eight—edge him a little. Slow down when he’s close.”
They eased up, just soft licks and kisses along the shaft, letting him come back from the edge. He panted, frustrated but loving it.
“Assholes,” he muttered, half-laughing.
Emily grinned. “Tip nine—let him watch you kiss each other.”
Jessica turned to Emily, pulling her up for a quick, messy kiss—tongues sliding, tasting him on each other. Michael’s cock throbbed against Jessica’s thigh.
“Last one—tip ten,” Jessica said. “Finish together. Both mouths when he cums.”
They dove back in, frantic now. Emily sucked the head while Jessica worked the shaft with her mouth and hand. Their cheeks pressed together, lips meeting around him again. Michael tensed, hips bucking.
“Fuck—I’m gonna—”
He came hard. First spurts hit Emily’s tongue; she pulled back so Jessica could catch the next on her lips. They kept sucking through it, milking him, cum dripping down chins and onto shirts. Some landed on the couch cushion— they’d deal with that later.
Michael slumped back, chest heaving. “Holy shit.”
The girls sat back on their heels, wiping mouths with the backs of hands. Jessica laughed first. “We nailed it.”
Emily nodded, face flushed. “Yeah. That was… intense.”
Jessica glanced at the microwave—pizza was probably cold now. “Oven’s still on low. Food’s gonna suck.”
Michael chuckled weakly. “Worth it.”
Emily stood, pulling her shorts straight. “Round three later? We can try part three tips.”
Jessica smirked, grabbing a napkin to dab at the mess on her tee. “Only if you don’t burn the pizza this time.”
They all laughed, the normal apartment sounds creeping back in—TV buzzing, fridge humming—like nothing wild had just happened. But the sticky taste on their lips said otherwise. Just another Saturday, amateur style.