High School Hangout

Khym~

Slid down the pole alittle, to get better access as I grabbed his hard cock and teased it with the pierced tongue. Licking the very tip of the head, sucking just the tip, teasing him. My other hand played with his sack, pulling and grinding them lightly as I started to take him deeper, at my pace, not his. My legs supporting my weight on the pole still upside down.
 
Coach Crown:

I stood leaning on the door jamb watching her display of strength and cocksucking and smiled. I'd shared her once now I'd wait so I wouldn't have to again.
 
Mr. C.

I groaned as Khym took my cock into her mouth. Her strength and skill were astounding. I ran my eyes and hands over her body as she ran her tongue over my shaft. Then I felt the steel ball of her tongue piercing on my cockhead, bumping it as she licked and teased the head. I let her move at her own pace, wanting to savour this sensation for as long as possible.

I looked over my shoulder and saw Tom standing there, watching, smiling, and nodding to me. The tables had turned and insterad of being the audience, I was to be part of the show. Cool! I flexed my hips and moved more of my cock into her mouth, letting her set the pace, but becoming more of a participant. I knew she let me know when she'd had enough of this very difficult position. But, for now, I reveled in the unusual sensation and hoped the surveillance system was working properly.

My fingers stroked the pole near her slick smooth pussy, then flicked over the clit itself.
 
Khym~

I wanted to make him cum before I did this time. Never having anyone distract me in this position was going be hard to stay up like this. Yet, I was determined to not cave in so easy this time. They want me to cum going to have to get me off this pole.

Mr C's touches and now his fingers at my clit, sent little shocks through ever single nerve. Making me grip alittle tighter on the bar. Reached up with my hands, spreading my ass cheeks open, setting the bar right up again the tight anal. Feeling the coldness, writhering my hips rubbing the bar between the cheeks, grinding myself against whatever touched my pussy, including his fingers.

For as hard as it was to stay on that bar, I kept sucking hungrily on his cock, using every trick I know. Pressing the ball up hard to the underneath of his length, taking him in deeper and deeper. Reaching back down to play at his sack, vibrating moans seeped through the thick rod.
 
Mr. C.

Having cum so recently, I knew I was going to last a long time thisv time and I sensed that Khym was getting weary of her position. When she spread her legs and ass cheeks, I saw her tight little hole, I flicked my thumb against it, teasing her. She used her mouth in ways I'd never felt before and her fingernails brushed my balls. Gods, I was in heaven being sucked off by this teenager.

I groaned and pulled my cock back and out of her mouth. "On the bed, sweetheart," I said. "It's Coach's turn, now. He's been waiting for you." I moved back from her, my cock still throbbing. I walked to Tom and offered him a tag-team high five. "Go get, Tom. I'll watch and enjoy myself."

I sat in the chair near the bed and settled in to watch the mink ball herCoach. My turn would come, literally, later in the night.
 
Coach Crown:

"No Phil you go ahead and finish up. I'll wait. I want her all by myself this time," he says with a smle and doesn't move from where he's leaning against the door jamb.
 
Khym ~

I would have lasted a long time like that. Being on the ropes just hanging, always felt to grand to move. I pouted alittle when he walked away, taking my sweet time slithering down the pole, onto the bed.

"Well you guys better make up your mind, I need attention, and lots of it right now." Grining slyly at the both of them, laying on the bed.
 
Attention --- Mr. C.

I moved up and said, "on your hand and knees, Khym, and you'll get your attention." When she moved to where I wantyed her, I moved up behind her and began stroking her pussy and ass. Her skin was as smooth as silk, but her heat and scent were everywhere. I began with my fingers stroking both in and out of her pussy, strumming her clit, teasing her g-spot. My other hand began a soft but insistent swatting of her ass.

My cock was throbbing, but I could wait a long time to start fucking the little minx. Her words echoed in my ears, her laughter was a goad to me.

"Well you guys better make up your mind, I need attention, and lots of it right now."

Her attention would start now. "Tell me what you need, Khym, tell me nice, teasing little girl. Cuz I've got all night to play with you before I give you to the Big Guy."
 
Khym~

Grining sllightly at his words. Thinking nice uh, well I'm gonna play with him first.

"Any attention that will get me to cum, and cum NOW~" Ended that last word with a little demanding tone.

"I neeed to cum so bad right now, I'm going to with any attention that will allow me to." Growled alittle at this.
Moving my hips wildly, trying to fuck his fingers faster and harder, wanting it, needing it.

"Fuck me.... Fuck me NOW!" I was teasing, but my voice was demanding, making it sound like I was not teasing. I knew he wasn't going to do what " I " said or demanded, only what and when he wanted it. I wanted to see how he would inforce on whos in control.
 
Attention Paid --- Mr. C.

I laughed when Khym growled "I neeed to cum so bad right now, I'm going to with any attention that will allow me to...."Fuck me.... Fuck me NOW!"

"Of course I will," I sneered and my hand began to strike her upturned ass harder. "When I get good and ready. All year you've teased me...short skirts, no bras, no panties, flashing your naked pussy. Well, now it's MY turn!" As I spanked her teasing ass with my right hand, I used my left to tease her, touch her, pinch her clit, keep her on the edge. Each time she got too close, I backed off. I heard Tom's chuckling as I pushed Khym higher and farther, testing her limits.

The time passed and the spanking continued with occasional stops to stroke and tease and pinch more.
 
Khym~

"So what of it? I teased all the teachers and the little *boys*.........~whimpers alittle at the smacks~..........Teasing is what I do best............ Let's see what you got..........~Breathing heavier, wanting and needing this more than anything. I've always wanted to know what Mr C had to offer.

"grrrrrrrrrr Come one is that all you gooooooooooooooot...." Fighting back the orgasm each time he brings me close. Damn he was good. I wanted him so bad right now, and having Coach on the side watching us was just making it harder to hold back. Clawing into the bed, laying down on my chest, raising my ass higher for Mr. C, biting the blankets as he brings me so close then stops. Making me quiver to madness then letting me calm down just to do all over again. WAs driving me insane. And they both knew it, though I wanted more.

"Ohhhhhhhh goddd that feeeeelsss. mmmmmmmm. I so need to cummmmm." Almost but not quite good enough of a beg for Mr C, he kept going without mercy, knowing how much I love it.
It was almost like he knew everything I would love, or ever dreamed of.
 
Coach Crown:

I stood and freed my hard cock again then moved to where the teasing lil slut could see it, but couldn't reach it to touch it. It was close enough to tantalize and tease but far enough away to be out of reach and I chuckled a low and wicked chuckle as she reached for it and failed.
 
Making failed attempts to reach for Coaches cock, wanting to stroke, suck for him. Wanting him to cum down my throat. Whimpers turned into screams when Mr C started again at that ever so sweet spot an d clit. , I couldn't hold it anylonger, letting out a scream that filled the air. Giving them both pleasure, watchin Coach stroke himself, taunting me.

"I want it..... I NEED IT PLEEEEEASEEEE!" I don't care how........... pleeeaaseeee." quivering begging pleas makes you both smile. I keep trying to reach for the begging cock that was bringing me even more to the edge. Just looking at it, wanting it, was making it harder to hold back.
 
Coach Crown:

His hand wraps around his cock and begins to slowly stroke it as he smiles as you beg and plead to be fucked.
 
Butt ---- Mr. C.

"grrrrrrrrrr Come one is that all you gooooooooooooooot...."

"No, little tease-slut, I've got eight inches that say you'll cummm only when I'M good and ready." And I sink my thumb into your tight lil asshole that Tom had so recently. The slickness from his cum is still there and your groans are even stronger as I pop it back out.

My hands continue to play, touch, tease, and then I bring the head of my cock to the lips of your pussy. Slowly I drag it up and down, barely toucxhing, only briefly penetrating those slick folds. I look at Tom, who is slowly stroking his cock just outside of your reach, and I smile wickedly.

"I want it..... I NEED IT PLEEEEEASEEEE!" I don't care how........... pleeeaaseeee."

I grab your hair and pull your head up. I look you straight in the eyes, seeing the need and the arousal there. When I do fuck you, I know you'll cum in a New York minute,m but not yet, not until I choose.....

"You can do better than that....now ask NICELY, slut!"
 
Whimper at his teases, crying out when he grabs my hair telling me to ask nicely.

"Please Mr. C make me cummmm, I need it badly and only you can allow me to cumm right now. Please Sir....." Pleading lust filled eyes looking back at you, hoping that was nice enough.
My hips moving wildly at the feel of you cock rubbing lightly between the wet, silky slit. Whimpering more pleas, forcing myself to not reach with my hips, trying to be a good little girl.

Even though Coach is taunting me, just watching him is making extremely hard to orgasm. Slowly reach for his cock once again with failed attempts.

"Please Sir, allow me to release....... I can't hold it much longer.... I beg of you Mr C.. Sir..." Each time your fingers bring me close, my orgasm gets closer and closer. Even after you stop to let me calm, I'm still on edge any given minute I'm going to release against my will.
 
Mr. C.

"Please Sir, allow me to release....... I can't hold it much longer.... I beg of you Mr C.. Sir..."

"That's better, my little slut...but not good enough" I grabbed your hair and pulled harder while my other hand withdrew. "Now try again and if you cum without permission, we'll both spank you til you're raw!"

I released her hair and plunged two fingers into her pussy, then just as quickly withdrew them.
 
Khym~

Silent for what seemed like forever, trying so hard not to have an orgasm. It was slowly losing control though, cum started to slowly respond to his teasings. I knew what he wanted to hear, I've thought about submitting myself to one master. Now if I was to submit, I would have two masters. But how to call one master without dimissing the other.

"Please allow me to release my orgasm M'lords." I never did like the word master, and though M'lord may seem old fashon it was the proper way to address them. Calling them both M'lord. Lowered my head, more cum tried to release against my will.
 
M'Lord? -- Mr. C.

Phil looked at Tom, who was trying hard not to laugh aloud. He then released Khym's hair and growled, "That's better, Ms. Mink. Now, I want to count the strokes...to 25....before you cum...or it stops immediately...right then......"

And taking hold of his long thick cock, he slowly sinks it into her depths and begins the count for her..."1"

And he buries his cock all the way into her hot wet teenaged pussy......
 
This was so agonizing, cum started to seep out more and more unwillingly. He can go as slow and he desired, making me suffer dieing to release. I had a feeling Mr C didn't appreciate the M'lord thing, looking at Coach before I lowered my head. I can tell he understood fully what I meant.

Death grip on the sheets as I tried to not cum, still it came without my permission. the harder I tried to hold back the more the cum flowed. Whimpering and breathing heavier.
 
Counting cadence --- Mr. C.

As I counted the strokes out, I could hear her working with me. I knew that if she focused on the numbers, she could make it to twenty-five. I knew I could just make it there as the cum boiled in my balls.

"five" ... swaeting ... "ten" ... an edge in her voice told me how close she was ... I slowed down and said, "easy, girl, M'Lord wants you to wait" ... "fifteen" ... I kept the pace slow and deep, each thrust timed to bring her closer ... "twenty" ....

"twenty-one"

"twenty two"

She screamed that number and I stopped.... "three more, Khym, just three more!"

OOC: Be back Sunday night!
 
Quivering each number trying to keep focus. I needed release so bad that I started to cry, trying to force it back. Cum seeping out alittle faster with each stroke, thrust he was making, begging to be released.

I couldn't keep it any longer, he may have only three strokes left. I screamed out the last number un controlably with out even thinking about. Causing me to cum alittle more. Quickly tried to stiffle my scream when he stopped.

Whimpering an crying, trying hard to please him by forcing the release back. The death grip I had only got tighter on the sheets. My cunt gripping his ready to explode cock with it's own death grip straining to hold back.
 
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