“No, he does this. I have a really fun idea and he ruins it.”
“In my defense,” I said, “I usually fuck you afterward.”
Brooke arched a perfect copper-colored eyebrow.
“Fine, whatever,” Christy said. “But… is it too much to ask for you to play along? Both of you! You’re just alike.”
“And you love us,” I said.
“Of course. But that doesn’t mean I like you all the time.”
I set my cup on the table, pulled her roughly against me, and kissed her, hard. Her eyes opened slowly when I pulled back.
“What about now?”
“Better.”
I kissed her again and squeezed her ass through her skirt.
She moaned into my mouth.
“Now?”
“Mmm, too soon to tell.”
I kissed her, backed her into the patio table, and reached for the hem of her skirt. I lifted it slowly, until my fingers found the heat and moisture at the junction of her thighs. Her smooth labia parted at my touch, and she spread her legs to give me better access.
“Damn,” Brooke said softly.
I pulled back and lifted Christy onto the table. She spread her knees when I moved between them. Her nipples strained through the white blouse as I lowered her to the table. Then I lifted her legs, and the skirt slid to her waist, just like it had in my imagination.
“Come here,” I said to Brooke. My lips met hers in a hungry kiss. At the same time, I felt for Christy’s pussy and teased her clit with my thumb.
“Unzip my pants,” I told Brooke. “Take out my cock.”
She gave me a smoldering smirk. “Yes, Mr. Hughes.”
“Kinda fun, isn’t it?” I said softly.
“I guess.” Her fingers found my zipper and lowered it. Then she reached into my trousers and fumbled at the fly of my boxers. Her eyes widened when she found my cock. “Mr. Hughes, your detention rod is so hard!”
“Don’t worry, it’s supposed to be.”
She rolled her eyes but said in a breathy porn voice, “We’ve never done this before. You’ll have to teach us.”
Christy moaned—from the cheesy dialogue or my thumb on her clit, maybe both—and I raised an eyebrow at Brooke.
Yeah, okay, I get it, she replied with a look. But I’m only doing it for her.
Oh, really?
I’m a serious person, her look said.
I doubled down with a skeptical eyebrow.
Okay, fine! You win. Yeah, it’s kinda fun.
I grinned smugly and said, “I’m glad you agree. Now, take out my cock.”
She tried but the head stuck on my boxers, so she used both hands to gently bend and pull it out.
“Oh, Mr. Hughes, it’s so big. Are you sure you aren’t a porn star?”
“No, I’m just a well-hung principal alone with two sexy students in detention. That happens every day in real life.”
She snorted a laugh but then did her best to stay in character. “Are you going to punish us with your detention rod?”
“Now I know you’re having fun,” I accused in a low voice.
“Yeah, I am.”
I kissed her again, and she returned it with real heat.
“I’ve never done it with a man.” She fluttered her eyelashes, ingénue-style. “What should I do?”
“I’ll show you. Rub my cock along her slit. Get it wet.”
Her eyes flashed with excitement.
“Now set it at her opening.”
She did, and I eased into Christy’s pussy. Her smooth labia spread to accommodate my cock, and I rocked my hips to move it back and forth.
“Damn,” the real Brooke whispered. “That’s hot.”
After a moment I pulled back, and she caught my dick as it slipped out.
“Oh, no fair!” Christy panted. “You’re teasing me. Put it back. Please, please. I’ll behave, Mr. Hughes, I swear.”
“Smack her pussy with it,” I said.
Brooke gave Christy’s smooth labia a couple of good whacks. The little blonde writhed with frustrated desire.
“Tease her with it. Make her beg.”
Brooke wasn’t as submissive as Christy, but she wasn’t quite dominant either, which made her the perfect assistant. She used my cock like a sex toy and rubbed it through Christy’s slippery channel.
“Oh, please,” Christy begged, “put it in.”
Brooke looked a question at me, so I nodded.
Christy gasped as my glans spread her open. Then I eased forward until my hips met her soft inner thighs. Brooke sighed, so I bent to kiss her. She responded eagerly and moaned into my mouth when she felt me start to fuck Christy.
“Open your blouse,” I said. “Both of you.”
Brooke blushed and took a deep breath.
“Nervous or excited?” I asked in a low voice.
“Both.”
I kissed her and ran my hands over Christy’s smooth thighs. When I looked down, she was watching us as she finished unbuttoning her own blouse. She met my eyes and deliberately bared her breasts. Her nipples were dark and stiff with arousal. Brooke finished unbuttoning her blouse. She spread the halves and showed me her breasts.
“You’re proud of those, aren’t you?”
“I like the way you look at them. Chris too.” She glanced down at Christy and then leaned close to whisper, “Besides, she’s jealous of me for a change.”
“Of course. You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“Sexy as hell, too. I can’t wait till it’s your turn. I’m going to bend you over, lift your skirt, and slide into you.”
She closed her eyes, and her nostrils flared as she imagined it.
Christy brought us back to reality when she tensed up and squeaked with one of her mini-orgasms. Brooke watched her for a moment and then glanced at me for orders.
“Get on your knees,” I said. “Both of you.”
Brooke nodded and then grabbed a couple of towels from the stack. She dropped them on the concrete to use as kneepads. I pulled out of Christy. She sat up and then slid to her knees in front of me. Brooke sank to her own towel.
“Suck it,” I told them. “And make it good, or I won’t fuck you.”
Two mouths made a beeline for my cock. The steel ring trapped blood in my shaft and made it feel like I was constantly on the verge of an orgasm. I wasn’t, but I could feel the pressure building for real. Christy reached into my trousers to pull out my balls. She felt the ring and looked up in surprise.
“Oh my gosh, I love it.” She tilted her head and sucked my balls, while Brooke caressed my shaft with her lips and tongue. She stroked me at the same time, and I enjoyed the view as the girls double-teamed me. They weren’t used to sucking a guy at the same time, but they made it work.
“I’m going to come,” I said eventually, my voice tight with strain. “Brooke, where do you want it? Mouth or face?”
“O-on my face.”
I began stroking myself and felt a wave of desire at the thought of covering her pretty face with semen. The pressure built until I could barely stand it. My cock felt harder than ever, primed and ready to explode. And then it did.
Brooke flinched as the first spurt struck her cheek and traced a line over the hair at her temple. She turned her face and leaned closer. The next spurt splashed over her cheek and dripped down. She turned the other way, and I coated her left side as well. I squeezed the last drop from my shaft and brushed it onto her full lower lip. She smiled up at me so I could admire my handiwork.
I wiped a trail of come off her chin, and she sucked it off my knuckle. I did the same with a line from her cheek. Then I offered a semen-covered finger to Christy, who licked it clean and kept sucking. Brooke used her own fingers to clean the rest of her face. She even wiped up drops from her shoulder and chest.
The ring at the base of my shaft meant that I didn’t go soft immediately, so I lifted Brooke to her feet.
“Take off her panties,” I told Christy.
“Yes, sir.”
The day was warm enough that I’d worked up a sweat, so I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it aside. Then I kicked off my shoes, unbuckled my belt, and unfastened my trousers. I had to carefully bend my cock to get it through the fly of my boxers.