Hide it in her mouth

I put the head of John's cock into my mouth, ready to hide his load if he started to cum. I felt him throbbing in my mouth and a wave of relief washed over me. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips tighter around it. I heard Ashley gasp in shock and disappointment as she saw my mouth on John's cock, but she didn't stop me, either. She released my shorts.

I kept my head tightly wrapped around John's dick, my lips firmly pressed against his shaft. I wasn't sucking, just... waiting for him to cum. I kept staring at the face my classmate, crushed under Coach Preda's backside, as his dick slowly twitched in front of me. The smell was incredible, like nothing I'd ever smelled before. The warmth of John's pre-cum was so strong now that I felt dizzy from it, almost like a high.

I felt John's balls tighten up around his cock, as if it knew I was waiting for him to come. Then I heard Ashley moan in anticipation, and I knew he was about to cum. I opened my eyes, and I saw his face contort in ecstasy; he screamed something incoherent as his orgasm hit. I closed my eyes, continuing to suck him. Cum flowed out of his cock, pouring out and splashing over my tongue. I swallowed as fast as I could, trying to get every drop I could. Every so often, he bucked his hips, hitting my soft palette, sending his load deeper into my throat and further down my esophagus. I could feel his cock twitching and pulsing in my mouth, and the warm juice continued to flood into my stomach and throat. At one point I gagged, unable to swallow quickly enough; his thick cum spilled out of my mouth onto my shirt and chin.

Finally, John finished, and I stopped swallowing. I lifted my head up and looked between his legs as I licked my lips. "Oh wow," I said. My cheeks flushed red as my tongue ran across them, trying to wipe the taste of him from my mouth.

When it finally subsided, I lifted my head up off his dick. His dick looked so small compared to before that I couldn't help but laugh.

I stood back up, trying to make myself presentable before Coach Preda finished with him. Besides a tiny stain on my shirt collar, one could barely tell how much cum I just swallowed. John still hadn't moved from where he lay at her feet, looking absolutely exhausted and humiliated. I couldn't look at his face, though. I didn't want to see how much humiliation he was in. At least nobody but me knew how hard he came, and the smell, and the taste... oh god, I'm still woozy from it.