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“Come on, live dangerously,” you say in a sly tone.

“Okay. I'll take a quick look, but then I have to go,” Sarah says.

You bend over to plug the TV/VCR combo. “Sarah can you close and lock the door?” you ask, while looking for the 'on' button.

Sarah closes and locks the door, then sits down on the cot.

“I hope this is worth it,” she says.

You find the 'on' button, pressing it, and the blue fill comes on the screen.

“Do you want me to rewind it first?”

“Nah. Just start it from there,” she says.

“Okay,” you tell her, placing the tape in the machine and hitting play.

“Oh Fuck!” you both exclaim at the same time. Filling the screen is a close up of spread teenage thighs and a shaved, well-fucked, pussy leaking cum onto what looks to be the same cot you're now sitting on.

Hitting the stop button, you and Sarah just stare at each other, the lust which your close call had vanquished roaring back to life. You tear your gaze away from Sarah and hit the rewind button. You listen to the sounds of the VCR rewinding the tape. Sarah entwines her fingers in yours causing your pulse to jump.

Finally the tape finishes rewinding, and you reach over hitting play. You and Sarah move all the way onto the cot sitting with your backs to the wall. Sarah sits right up, you curl you arm around her your fingers brushing against her unbound breast. Looking on you watch as the tape plays.

You see the door open and Rachel and Claire Mundee, one of the cheerleaders, come in and close the door.

“Hey Mr. Harris. You wanted to see us?” they ask in a flirtatious way.

“The Football coach!” Sarah gasps out loud.

“Yes girls, I heard you needed some extra credit,” Mr. Harris says from behind the camera.

“You mean like this,” Rachel says , turning to Claire and the girls share a long kiss showing plenty of tongue action.

“Oh my,” Sarah whispers, her hand grasping my thigh and her fingers kneading me.

Breaking their kiss, Claire sits down on the cot. “Or DO you mean like this,” she says, flipping her skirt up and baring herself from the waist down. You watch as she starts to stroke her hairless pubes. “Mmm, I’m already wet,” she tells the camera.

You groan out loud, watching as Claire slowly starts to finger fuck herself.

“Oh yeah, you girls are getting there,” you hear Mr. Harris say.

The camera shifts a little focusing on Rachel, who slowly peels off her top, revealing her bare chest unhampered by a bra. Then she undoes the button and zipper on her Capri pants leaving her bare, except for a white thong.

You give a pained groan, watching your theater partner strip as she had in your fantasies. Your hand slowing starts caressing Sarah from her neck to the swell of her breast.

Rachel runs her finger around the hip strings of her thong. “Want to take these off me Mr. Harris” she asks the camera.

“Why doesn’t Claire help you with that Rachel?” the coach asks.

Rachel takes a couple steps to the cot and turns around. She doesn’t have to wait long. Claire sits up and gives Rachel a love bite on the right cheek as her hands pushes the thong down to Rachel’s feet. Claire while massaging the taunt globes of Rachel’s ass, moves one hand to the small of Rachel's back, who bends at the waist while widening her stance. Claire now spreads Rachel's cheeks and buries her face in between the redhead's legs.

“YES! Claire just like that!” Rachel exclaims, bending over and grinding herself onto the cheerleader's tongue.

“Oh fuck.” You say no longer watching the video as Sarah’s hand comes to rest on your crotch. Your eye meets Sarah’s aflame with the same lust in yours. Your right hand moves up resting against her chin, and she moves her head a few inches, sucking your index into her mouth, sucking on it. You groan in pleasure. Releasing your finger, Sarah brings up her other hand and places your hand against her straining breast.

“Fuck me please,” Sarah says in a raspy voice.

“But Sarah, the consequences,” you say, hanging on by a finger nail.

“Fuck the consequences! I need your cock in me now,” Sarah says as she mashes your mouth to hers.