Myra's fingers twisted together, her brown eyes darting to the floor before snapping back to Lor's erection, her cheeks burning a deep crimson.

Viora's lips pressed into a thin line, her green eyes narrowing, a flush creeping up her neck as she stared at him, then at Myra, tension sparking between them.

They knew what he meant—Lor could see it in their quickened breaths, the way their gazes lingered on his cock, thick and pulsing in the dim light—but admitting it aloud, especially in front of each other, froze them.

Their childhood bond, usually a warm anchor, now felt like a stage, exposing their nerves, their rivalry, their shared urge to satisfy the "Light" and Lor.

He chuckled, the sound low and rough with desire, his hazel eyes glinting with mischief and encouragement.

"Relax," he said, his voice a smooth drawl. "A blowjob should be fine. You'll get the hang of it."

He stepped closer, his cock brushing the air between them, the proximity charging the dusty classroom with heat.

Myra's eyes flicked to Viora, her voice a shaky whisper.

"You… you've heard how it's done, right?" Her tone was half-curious, half-accusing, as if testing Viora's confidence.

Viora's jaw tightened, her red-painted nails digging into her palms.

"Yeah, I've heard," she shot back, her green eyes darting to Myra, then to Lor, her flush deepening.

"Don't act like you're clueless, Myra. You're not fooling anyone." The words carried a sharp edge, their usual playful banter twisted by the moment's weight, each aware of the other's gaze.

"I'm not!" Myra huffed, her freckled cheeks flaring, her black lace panties clinging to her hips as she shifted nervously, her bare breasts swaying slightly, the pink nipples hardened in the cool air.

"I've just… never actually…" She trailed off, glancing at Lor, her brown eyes wide with embarrassment and curiosity.

Lor tilted his head, his smirk softening, sensing the electric tension between them.

"No need to stress," he said, his voice low, coaxing. "Just do what feels natural. The Light's all about the effort."

His words were gentle, but his gaze was intense, drinking in their interplay, the way their rivalry and bond tangled together.

They exchanged a glance, Myra's eyes searching, Viora's guarded, a silent negotiation passing between them.

Viora gave a small nod, barely noticeable, and Myra mirrored it, their movements hesitant but aligned as they sank to their knees on the dusty floor.

Their bare torsos glowed in the faint light—Myra's freckled curves soft and full, Viora's slightly athletic frame toned and flushed, her red lace panties stark against her skin, her ponytail swaying.

Their faces were close, their breaths hot against Lor's skin, the closeness amplifying their shared unease, each hyper-aware of the other watching.

Myra's fingers trembled as they brushed the base of his shaft, her touch light, uncertain, like she was testing a forbidden boundary.

"Is this… how it starts?" she asked, her voice small, her eyes flicking up to Lor, then to Viora, seeking reassurance or maybe a challenge.

"It's a start," Viora muttered, her tone clipped, her hand joining Myra's, her grip firmer, her nails grazing his skin.

"Move over, Myra, you're hogging him." Her words were half-teasing, half-competitive, her green eyes flashing as she glanced at Myra, a spark of rivalry igniting.

Lor groaned softly, the sound warm and encouraging, his hands hovering near their shoulders, resisting the urge to guide them yet.

"You're both doing fine," he said, his voice rough with pleasure. "Just keep going."

Myra leaned in, her lips brushing the tip of his cock, a shy, experimental kiss that sent a shudder through him.

Her breath was warm, her tongue darting out to taste him, slow and cautious, circling the head with a nervous curiosity.

"Am I… doing it right?" she whispered, her voice muffled, her brown eyes darting to Lor, then to Viora, her cheeks burning at being watched by her friend.

"You're fine," Lor said, his voice low, approving. "Feels good, Myra. Keep it up."

Viora's eyes narrowed, a flicker of competitiveness crossing her face.

She leaned in, her tongue tracing a slow, bold path along the side of his shaft, her lips grazing his skin with a confidence that contrasted Myra's hesitance.

"Like this, Myra," she said, her voice low, teasing, but strained, as if she felt Myra's eyes judging her.

Her lips kissed firmly, her tongue flicking with a steady rhythm that made Lor's breath hitch.

"Don't show off," Myra mumbled, her lips still close to him, her tongue swirling faster now, trying to match Viora's pace but with her own soft, eager rhythm.

Their mouths moved in a tentative rhythm, Myra's gentle licks mingling with Viora's bolder strokes, their saliva glistening on his skin.

Their lips brushed against each other once, a fleeting, accidental contact that made Myra gasp softly, her eyes snapping to Viora's, a mix of shock and heat passing between them.

"Is this… okay?" Viora asked, pulling back slightly, her green eyes flicking to Lor, then to Myra, her voice betraying a rare uncertainty.

Her hand tightened on his shaft, her fingers brushing Myra's, the overlap sending a shiver through them all.

"You're both killing it," Lor said, his voice a low growl, his hands finally settling on their heads—Myra's soft curls, Viora's tight ponytail—guiding them gently.

"The Light's loving this. Don't stop." His words stoked their rivalry, urging them on.

Myra's tongue grew bolder, sliding along the tip, her lips parting to take him deeper, her movements sloppy but earnest, her moans soft and muffled.

"Better than her?" she whispered, her eyes flicking to Viora, a hint of challenge in her tone, her freckled skin flushed with effort and embarrassment.

Viora smirked, her lips kissing along his length, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside with a slow, purposeful drag.

"In your dreams, Myra," she murmured, her voice husky, her green eyes meeting Myra's with a defiant spark.

Her hand stroked him firmer, guiding him into Myra's mouth, a subtle claim that made Lor groan louder.

The foreplay was raw, hesitant, their mouths and hands moving in a tense, competitive dance, each trying to outshine the other while pleasing him.

Myra's lips stretched around him, her tongue swirling with growing boldness, her brown eyes wide with nerves and excitement as she glanced at Viora.

Viora's kisses were fiercer, her tongue tracing intricate paths, her movements confident but tinged with the awareness of Myra's presence.

Their bare breasts brushed Lor's thighs.

Myra's brown eyes flicked up, wide with nerves and a hint of challenge, while Viora's green gaze burned with focus, her red nails grazing his skin as she guided him deeper into Myra's mouth.

Lor's hands tangled in their hair—Myra's soft curls, Viora's tight ponytail—his groans low and rough, urging them on as their tongues swirled and lips sucked, pushing him closer to the edge.

Myra's lips stretched around him, her tongue flicking faster, her muffled moans vibrating against his skin.

"Am I… doing better?" she whispered, pulling back slightly, her voice shaky with effort, her eyes darting to Viora, seeking a reaction.

Viora's smirk was sharp, her tongue dragging slowly along his length, teasing the sensitive underside.

"Keep trying, Myra," she murmured, her voice husky, her green eyes flashing with defiance as she leaned in, her lips kissing harder, her hand stroking him firmly.

Their fingers overlapped on his shaft, the contact sending sparks through Lor, their rivalry fueling his arousal.

"Fuck, you're both… too good," Lor growled, his voice tight, his hips twitching as their mouths worked in unison.

The heat built, his cock throbbing under their sloppy, fervent attention—Myra's gentle licks, Viora's possessive sucks, their saliva glistening in the dim light.

His grip tightened in their hair, his breaths coming faster, "I'm close," he warned, his voice a rough rasp.

Myra's eyes widened, her lips pausing as she glanced at Viora, uncertainty flickering.

Viora's gaze was steadier, but her cheeks flushed deeper, her tongue slowing as if unsure what came next.

"What… do we do?" Myra whispered, her voice small, her freckled skin burning as she looked between Lor and Viora.

"Just keep going," Lor panted, his hand guiding Myra's head gently back to him.

"Let it happen." Viora nodded, her lips returning to his shaft, her tongue flicking with renewed focus, their mouths moving faster now, sloppy and urgent.

The tension snapped, and Lor groaned loudly, his body tensing as he came, his release spilling hot and thick across their lips and chins, a messy, pulsing climax that left him shuddering.

Myra gasped, pulling back, her brown eyes wide as she wiped her chin, her black lace panties shifting as she rocked back on her knees.

Viora licked her lips, her green eyes glinting with a mix of shock and pride.

They exchanged a glance, the air heavy with the scent of their arousal and his release.

Lor caught his breath, his chest heaving, his hazel eyes dark with satisfaction.

"That… was perfect," he said, his voice rough but warm, his lazy grin sliding back into place.

He stepped back, his cock softening, expecting them to stand, assuming the ritual was done.

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