It's your turn

Larissa's breath hitches, and you can see the beginnings of a tear slide down her cheek. Rachel and Mark exchange a knowing look, their eyes dark with excitement. Mrs. Taylor walks over to the box of cards and picks one out, her eyes scanning it before looking up at you with a smirk. "It seems it's your turn to draw a card with a 'C', David," she says, her voice filled with mischief.

Your heart races as you step forward and draw the card. Your eyes widen in shock and arousal as you read the words "cum eating" out loud. The room goes still, and you feel a rush of adrenaline as all eyes turn to you. Rachel's smile widens, and she whispers something to Anne that makes her chuckle.

"Ah," Mrs. Taylor says, "someone seems to know. Rachel, why don't you explain the technique to the class?" Rachel nods eagerly. "It's quite simple," she says, her voice low and seductive. "You're going to get naked, David. And then, when you're hard, you're going to lift your legs up over your head. This will make your penis point directly at your face."

The room goes still, the only sound the rustle of fabric as Rachel reaches out and takes the card from your trembling hand. "It's a form of self-humiliation, really," she continues, her eyes locked on yours. "And to make sure you don't close your mouth, I can press my fingers here." Rachel demonstrates, placing her fingers on her own cheeks and forcing her mouth open.

Anne nods in agreement, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And I'll take care of... other things," she says, her hand brushing against your underwear. You feel a shiver of excitement run down your spine as she squeezes gently.

Mrs. Taylor smiles at Rachel and Anne. "Good," she says, "Now, let's get started. You know what comes first." Rachel and Anne waste no time in stripping their bras and panties, landing in a heap beside the bench. Rachel's breasts are larger than Larissa's, her nipples a dark brown, the areolae puckered with excitement. Anne's body is more muscular, with small, firm breasts and a trim stomach. They both stand there, naked and proud, their eyes locked on your boxers.

Anne struts over to you, her bare feet making almost no sound on the mat. She grabs your shoulders and gently pushes you down until you're lying on your back, the ropes just beneath you. Rachel giggles as she grabs your ankles, spreading your legs wide. "I've got a surprise for you, David," Anne says, her voice filled with mischief. "This is going to be a bit different than what we had planned. You will not only eat your own cum."

Her words hang in the air as Rachel pulls your boxers down, revealing your hard cock. The cool air of the gym makes your skin prickle with goosebumps. Rachel's eyes widen in surprise at your size, and she whispers something to Anne that makes her laugh. They're enjoying this, watching you squirm.

Anne's hands are surprisingly strong as she binds your wrists. You feel the rough fibers tighten around your skin, and a thrill of fear runs through you. This is really happening—you're being tied up in the middle of a sports hall, about to perform a sex act in front of everyone you know. But instead of fighting, your body responds, your cock growing even harder at the sensation.

"Now, David," Anne says, her voice low and commanding, "Stick out your tongue." You hesitate, but the anticipation in the room is palpable. You comply, sticking out your tongue as far as it'll go.

Anne straddles your face, her bare pussy hovering just above your mouth. You can feel her warmth, smell the faint scent of her arousal. She lowers herself, her soft folds brushing against your nose. You feel the tickle of her pubic hair, and then the wetness of her sex meets your tongue. She tastes sweet, like peaches on a summer day, and you can't help but groan at the sensation.

Her thighs squeeze the sides of your face as she starts to rock her hips back and forth. You can feel her getting wetter, the slickness of her juices coating your tongue. She's in complete control, her movements deliberate and precise. You try to struggle, but the ropes hold you fast, forcing you to endure her humiliating attentions.

The sound of her pussy smacking against your face fills the room, a wet, rhythmic slapping that's punctuated by her moans of pleasure. You can feel Rachel's eyes on you, watching with a mix of fascination and disgust. You know she's enjoying this just as much as Anne, the power dynamic turning her on as much as it's humiliating you.

As Anne's moans grow louder, Rachel leans in, her fingers digging into your cheeks, forcing your mouth openeven wider. You can see the smug look on her face, the way she's reveling in your discomfort. You try to fight back, to close your mouth, to regain some semblance of control, but it's no use. Rachel's grip is too strong, her fingers pressing into your face, making it impossible for you to do anything but take what Anne is giving you.

And then it happens. Anne's body stiffens, she begins to squirt, and a gush of wetness floods your mouth. You feel her juices flow down your throat, the taste salty and overpowering. Rachel's eyes widen with excitement as she watches the scene unfold. "Swallow," she orders, her voice firm. You have **** but to obey, the muscles in your neck working to swallow the mouthful of fluid. The sensation is strange, the taste lingering on your tongue.

The girls pull away from you, leaving you panting and exposed. They share a knowing look, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good boy," Anne says, her voice a mix of mockery and praise. "You're learning quickly." Rachel nods in agreement. "You're going to be a great slut for us," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She traces a line down your chest, her fingernail lightly scratching your skin. Then she grabs your ankles and pulls them towards your head.

You feel the stretch in your muscles, the ropes digging into your wrists as your body contorts into an uncomfortable position. Rachel's grip is firm, her nails digging into your skin as she adjusts your legs. Your cock, still hard from the excitement, points directly at your face, a clear target for your own cum. The class watches in stunned silence, some of them looking away in disgust, others unable to tear their eyes away.

Anne moves into your line of sight, her red hair a fiery halo around her smug smile. She reaches down and takes your balls in her hand, squeezing gently. "Now, David," she says, her eyes sparkling with malicious intent, "I will make you cum. And when you do, you're going to catch it all in your mouth."

Her touch is light at first, almost tender, but then she tightens her grip, her nails digging in just enough to make you squirm. You can feel your orgasm building, your balls drawing up in anticipation. The room is a blur around you, the only thing in focus is the head of your cock, the target of your impending humiliation.

Anne's hand moves faster, her thumb brushing over the tip of your penis, spreading the precum that's already started to bead there. You groan, the sensation overwhelming, the knowledge of what's to come making your heart race. Rachel leans in, her eyes gleaming, watching your every twitch and spasm with eager anticipation.

With a final, cruel twist, Rachel pulls your legs into position, making sure your cock is pointing directly at your mouth. You feel the muscles in your stomach tighten, your body bracing for the inevitable. Anne positions herself behind your head, her legs on either side of your face. "Open wide," she says, her voice a sultry whisper. Rachel nods in agreement, her eyes never leaving yours.

Their combined strength is too much for you to resist. Rachel's grip on your ankles is like iron, her fingers digging into your skin. You feel the ropes bite into your wrists as you try to pull away, but it's no use. You're completely at their mercy.

Anne leans over you, her breasts swaying slightly, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She presses her fingers between your cheekbones, forcing your jaw to open. You can feel her nails scrape against your skin, the pressure uncomfortable, almost painful. But you're too far gone to protest, the situation too surreal to fully process.

"I will count down now, and you little slut will come on my command," Anne says, her voice a seductive purr. You feel a bead of sweat trickle down your forehead, and your cock throb with anticipation. You want to resist, to assert some kind of control over this twisted game, but your body is betraying you. She starts counting, her voice low and hypnotic, the words echoing in your ears. "Five."

Your balls tighten in response, the sensation shooting down your spine. "Four." You can see Rachel's eyes widen with excitement, her grip on your ankles unyielding, your penis pointing exactly to your forcefully opened mouth. "Three." The muscles in your thighs tense, your entire body poised on the edge of release. "Two." The room seems to spin, the only thing anchoring you to reality are the ropes digging into your wrists and Anne's cruel grip on your cock. "One."

And with the final word, "now," it hits you—the most intense orgasm of your life. Your cock spurts hot cum, and you can feel it land on your tongue, the taste salty and bitter.

Reflexively, you want to shut your mouth and eyes, but Anne's fingers are pressed into your cheeks, forcing them open. "Your mouth and eyes remain open," she commands, her voice firm and unyielding. You watch in horror and fascination as the white ropes of your own cum arc through the air, painting a perverse picture of pleasure and submission, and land in your mouth. Rachel's smirk widens as she watches the spectacle, her hand still gripping your ankles, keeping your legs in place. Her smirk is like a knife, cutting through any last shred of dignity you might have clung to. The girls are in charge now, and there's no escaping the humiliating fate they've devised for you. You know you can't break, not now. You're nothing more than a toy for them now, a living, breathing prop in their kinky show, being used and degraded.

Anne's hand works methodically on your cock, her grip tightening and loosening, ensuring she coaxes every drop of cum from your member. It's a dance of dominance, her movements precise and deliberate, making sure you're fully aware of what's happening to you. Rachel's eyes never leave yours, her grip never wavering as she watches you, the power exchange thrilling her. You feel the last drops land on your tongue, and she nods in satisfaction.

"Good boy," Anne says, her voice a mix of mockery and praise. "Close your mouth and swallow. Now!" She releases your cheeks, allowing your mouth to close around the rest of your cum and watching as you swallow the evidence of your submission. Rachel's smirk turns into a full-blown smile as she releases your ankles, letting your legs fall back to the mat with a thud.

Mrs. Taylor claps her hands together, her own breasts bouncing with the movement. "Thank you all for that... enlightening demonstration. Now, let's move on to our next card. Maybe you all can tell me... who in this class never had sex?"