Lindsay's Lesson

In a world where it seemed like every woman you encountered ended up blowing you, the hardest truth to accept was how much you enjoyed being led along by your new partner-in-crime. Somehow in a world full of options, you had stumbled upon the slutty yin to your perverted yang.

"Oh my god, who's next, who's next!" Charlotte beamed while bouncing on the bed and ignoring Angie's limp body flopping next to her. "That was, like, so much fun!"

"You enjoyed that?" you ask, turned on yet curious.

"GAWD yes," Charlotte replies with a bright, toothy grin. "Please tell me you can go again, soon."

"I mean, I'm ready now," you say, shaking your half-hard cock in her direction. "This thing never goes down anymore."

"Fuck, perfect," Charlotte says, jumping off the bed. "Let me go see what's going on before you come out." Before you can reply, she's halfway out the door, blowing you a kiss before disappearing. You're left with your pants around your ankles and, for the first time on this cock-faring journey, no clue what may happen next. The uncertainty immediately makes you antsy, so it's no surprise that Charlotte finds you with your hands groping Angie's tits when she returns. You look up like a kid caught sneaking cookies, naked from the waist down and straddling Angie's torso while your busy hands grope her tanned tits.

"You couldn't wait 2 minutes?" Charlotte asks with a giggle.

"I guess not," you reply sheepishly.

"Come on, you horndog," she says, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards the door. "We've got more mouths to fuck." Your cock twitches at the invitation though you do cast one last glance at Angie's breasts, bouncing on the bed as if waving goodbye.

"So, um, who's next?" you ask, yanking up your pants once more. "Or, I guess, who's left?"

"That bitch Vicky is already up at the showers, but she stays in there forever so we have some time," Charlotte says, nearly skipping from excitement. "Brooke was headed that way and Lindsay was going to call her boyfriend, so she's allllll alone."

"Let's go interrupt the lovebirds, then." The two of you bound over to the cabin and pause by the screen door. You can see Lindsay's legs - short and muscular, dangling off the edge of the bed - as you hear one side of the heated conversation.

"No, it is not THAT kind of retreat, do people really even do that? What are you even talking about?"

"I told you why, David. Because I don't like how it feels in my mouth. It's not just you, it's every guy. Do you really need it that bad? We do LITERALLY everything else!"

Still eavesdropping, you are right behind Charlotte, humping against her plump ass and kneading her soft tits barely listening. So, you nearly fall forward when Charlotte suddenly seizes her moment and moves inside.

"Oh my god, Lindsay, don't hang up!" she shouts before barging in, shocking you and Lindsay.

"Charlotte, Jesus, don't you knock?" Lindsay says as her feet hit the floor. She's almost a full head shorter than her teammate standing on a pair of strong, muscular legs showcased in a pair of high-waisted gym shorts. She's just as curvy as Charlotte - maybe even more so - with a pair of heavy tits swinging free in her white cotton tank-top. The girls look like they could be sisters, a fantasy that sends a warm tingle down to your toes. You watch from the doorway, still hidden, waiting to see what Charlotte has planned.

"Listen, you're never going to believe this, but I think I can help you and David out."

"What, you were listening to our conversation?" Lindsay says, turning red with embarrassment. "That was private, Charlotte!"

"It doesn't really matter," Charlotte says, turning the pair in a circle so that Lindsay's back is to the door - and you. "We all know the issues you guys are having. It's not a secret. You talk about it when you're drunk, like, all the time." Lindsay blushes an even deeper crimson and shuffles uncomfortably as you admire the exposed curves of her ass in her shorts.

"I can help, I swear," Charlotte says, furtively beckoning you inside. You slowly, quietly push the door open as Charlotte turns Lindsay around to face you. "Lindsay, meet Frank. He's gonna be your blowjob tutor."

"My what?!" Lindsay shouts, turning her shocked expression between the two of you. "Charlotte, who is this man? What the hell is a blowjob tutor? Does coach know about this?"

"Shh! Shh!" Charlotte says, pulling you both further inside. "Coach has no idea, Angie and I came up with the idea after we went to his class a few months ago. Like, team bonding or whatever." You couldn't help but be impressed by Charlotte's ability to lie. Her performances have become so believable even you can't help but to believe her stories. "Come on, what do you really have to lose? He's really good! Angie, Casey and I already had our sessions with him."

Lindsay looks you up and down with well-placed mistrust, arms folded over her chest in a vain attempt to retain some dignity. You catch her eyes lingering on your bulge for a few moments too long before your eyes meet. You flash a knowing smile and she blushes. "I guess it can't hurt," she finally relents. Standing flat-footed in front of you, her head only comes to your chest

"Well, then let's get started," you offer, stepping forward and quickly sliding your pants back down to your ankles. On cue, Charlotte roughly grabs Lindsay's shoulders, pushing her forward so that she is bent the waist. Now eye level with your growing cock, Lindsay opens her mouth to gasp in surprise and finds it immediately filled with your still-inflating flesh balloon.

"MMMMPH!" Lindsay mumbles, trying to push back against Charlotte's vice grip. "No backing out now, Linds!" she teases. You can tell by the crazed smile on her face that Charlotte is loving being your little agent of chaos more and more the longer you two hang out. And the lack of mercy she shows the girls she calls friends? It's almost inspiring. Lindsay has been down on her knees less than a minute and Charlotte's already turned her chaste friend into a sloppy, throat-fucking cum slut

But even with Charlotte's "encouragement", it's plainly obvious Lindsay's skills are as advertised with her blowjob experience severely lacking. She resists, pushing back against Charlotte's insistent pushing while coughing and gagging. "Just relax your throat, Lindsay," Charlotte instructs while getting a little rougher with the flopping, resistant Lindsay. "Relax your...everything! It's not that fucking hard!"

"MMMPH! MMMM! SHRMMMM!" Even though it's muffled nonsense, Lindsay's disgust at her situation is clear. But eventually, she she's the futility in resisting - just like they all do - and you watch her shoulders droop in surrender. Charlotte must notice the same because as soon as Lindsay's muscles relax, she pushes her down as deep as she can. "There you go, slut," Charlotte says with a devilish smile. "If only David could see you now."

And within the next split-second, the pair of you seem to be struck, simultaneously, with the same thought. Dueling, devilish smiles break out across your faces as you lock eyes over Lindsay's bobbing blonde locks. Seamlessly, Charlotte's pumping hands are replaced with your own as she moves to the bed, and grabs Lindsay's idle phone.

SHLUUUUUUUUCCCCCK! You pop Lindsay's mouth from your sopping, wet member. It it weren't for your grip on her hair, she would have collapsed to the ground in a gasping heap. You hold her head upright, and Charlotte points the screen at her face until it unlocks with a click.

GLURK! It's a short respite for the diminutive dancer and Lindsay's mouth is back to work while her teammate swipes and slides through her phone. Moments later, the familiar tone of a video call begins to echo through the speakers. Though she appeared nearly comatose - drooping eyes and arms, slumped shoulders with the weight of her head heavy in your hands - Lindsay's eyes bug out wide when she hears that sound. Her hands slap at your bare thighs, but they barely register with her strength sapped.

"Lindsay, what?" comes an audibly annoyed male voice. "Oh, hi, Charlotte."

"David, hiiiiii! I just wanted to let you know that I finally fixed your problem," Charlotte says, shooting you a knowing smile. Lindsay tries to fight you off, hands now weakly clenched into fists, but the **** on her throat never stops.

GULK GLUCK GLUCK HMMMPH! It's surprisingly hilarious that her dim-witted boyfriend can't hear any of this. "What problem?" David asks.

"We finally taught Lindsay how to suck dick!" she exclaims, nearly bursting with excitement as she turns the phone's camera around to face the lewd scene.

"WHAT THE FUCK! LINDSAY!" you hear the young man yell. "Whose dick is that?! What the fuck is going on?!"

"I'm fucking this slut's face, what does it look like?" you glibly reply. You break your focus only briefly to see the look of shock on his face before continuing. "She's a quick learner, though."

"I don't know what you're so mad about, this is what you wanted!" Charlotte breaks in. She lets the phone linger for a moment - perhaps waiting to see if he'll hang up - before turning it back to face her. "And now, you don't have to cheat with Vicki anymore so everybody wins!"

"Charlotte, what the fuck?!" David's world was crumbling around him, and you couldn't be having a better time. If you gave even a half a shit about consequences at this point, you might be worried to be on this guy's hit-list. Instead, it just made you pump harder, faster.

"Ugh, you're no fun! We'll call you back later. Byeeeeeeee!" Charlotte shouts over David's protesting expletives. She hangs up and throws the phone aside. Her hands on top of yours, she pushes the pace to lightspeed in a clear effort to make you explode. "Come on, baby. Drown another slut for me..." she purrs. The encouragement immediately pushes you over the edge.

"YESSSSSSSSSSS!" you nearly scream as your muscles tense from your rigid shoulders down to your curled toes. Lindsay's eyes go wide - pupils bright and dilated - one last time as the first rocket of cum blasts the back of her throat. "MMMMMMPHH!" she moans, unable to push back against the combined **** of you and Charlotte's hands. The novice is quickly overwhelmed by your load - the speed, the volume, the ****, pick one - and cum bursts from her lips like a geyser.

"Spitters are quitters, Linds!" Charlotte teases, pushing her friend down even deeper in response, ignoring the gasps and chokes. When you're finally empty, you collapse backwards onto the nearby bed with Lindsay on top of you. Charlotte slowly pulls Lindsay off, letting a river of cum flow forth as soon as her lips leave your cock. Lindsay slips and slides down to the floor, rightly exhausted. Charlotte puts one finger into the mess and draws it to her lips - like a chef tasting his first course. "Mmmmm, that was wonderful, baby," she moans. She uses Lindsay's unlocked phone to take a picture.

"What's that for?" you manage through ragged breaths.

"Her shitty boyfriend," Charlotte replies. "This...could...have....been...you...aaaand send!" She tosses the phone aside, nonchalantly before leaning over Lindsay's prone frame to plant a kiss on your lips.

"Who else's day are we gonna ruin, baby?"