Kyra sneaks a peek

Kyra huffs at the gall of her cousin. She folds her arms together and turns her body away from the bedroom. She doesn’t show any inclination of checking out the bedroom activities, or joining those activities for that matter.

“Looks like that’s that,” you tell Lynn, figuring the bet is done now.

“There’s still an hour until midnight,” Lynn retorts. “It’s not over yet!”

“Coach Sterns isn’t even going in the room, it’s over,” you say. Sterns plops herself on the clean portion of the couch, arms still crossed. She is adamantly ignoring the baleful moans that are coming out of the bedroom. If she’s not going to go in there in the next 45 minutes, Lynn loses.

“Well, we will just have to wait and see,” Lynn stubbornly replies. You join the gym coach on the couch and as she fidget in her seat, tapping her foot impatiently for her cousin and the pool boy to finish in the bedroom. She rolls her eyes at the noises Ash is making, obviously playing it up for her benefit. In order to distract herself, she switches on the television and browses movies, but every minute or so, her eyes dart back to the room. Sounds of hot, wet, naked bodies slapping together echo out into the hallway.

“Aah… her interest is piqued…” Lynn comments.

As observed, Kyra is distracted by the sounds coming from the bedroom. Despite her protestations, she is drawn to the noise with a perverse sense of curiosity. Her gaze lingers on the open door as the sounds of sex continue to emanate from within. Kyra looks around, self consciously. She still doesn’t see the two of you, so believes herself to be alone. She pulls herself off the couch and slowly heads towards the bedroom. You and Lynn follow closely and take a glimpse inside the lascivious room just as Sterns peers from around the corner.

Inside, sprawled on top of the king sized bed is Ash face down, and ass up, taking Dean’s hard cock in rapid succession. He smashes her from behind with wet, slopping smacks of their flesh. They are making no attempts to play the scene up anymore. Instead, they are lost to their carnal pleasures, doing whatever feels good. Kyra realizes this as well and becomes bolder with her voyeurism. She leans up against the door frame and slides her hands over her naked body as she watches her cousin get nailed by the spa assistant.

“Oh…oh… oh…” Ash cries. “Harder.. Yes! Like that! Yeeees!”

Dean is breathing heavily as he thrusts his hips into Ash’s delicate backside. Ash groans and Dean echoes her. Kyra’s fingers move in and out of her slit even faster now. She rubs her tits and leans her back into the doorway so she can jut her hips forward and really push her fingers in. Her breathing picks up as her muscles flex from the vigorous workout. Having only seen Coach Sterns passively in school, this is a new sight for you. Lynn is also enamored by the coach’s sexual side. She moves to touch the educator, but you reach out to stop her.

“No interfering, remember?” you tell her. She frowns.

“What if we call off the bet and just have fun with these guys?” she suggests. “You wanted to make the coach happy, right? Well she’ll be miserable if she has to stay back and watch while diddling herself. We could do a little magic and insert ourselves into this scene…”

Making Coach Sterns happy WAS what you suggested to Lynn in the very beginning. It was her need to play games that led you down the bet path. Of course, now that Lynn is on the verge of losing, she’s actually considering your option. This may be her subtle way of admitting defeat without actually having to say it out loud.