Not Yet!

“Fuck, not yet!” you hear Edmund groan, quickly grabbing your hair and yanking it, pulling your head off of his prick before Allie's foot moves to the back of your head and shoves it down on Zeke's prick instead.

“Suck them both, faggot! You have a job to do!” she commands, “and get your stupid fucking hand on Edmund's cock!” You quickly jerk your arm up and grab him, stroking him gently as Zeke starts to pump your mouth.

Zeke immediately starts to fuck your mouth, as you hold your fingers around the hilt of his prick. Covered in two loads of cum already, your eyes buried underneath it, you can't see, but you don't need to. You suck Zeke's prick worshipfully, reverently grinding your tongue along the underside of his beautiful, delicious length, as it pumps into your throat.

“Oh, fuck, this faggot is so goood, Allie,” Edmund moans, as your hand continues to pump his shaft, servicing Zeke's shaft with mindless devotion, bobbing your head in time with his thrusting motions. When you feel Zeke start to pulse, you pull your mouth up off his prick and return to Edmund's, quickly resuming stroking Zeke.

“Goddamn, Allie, it's really good at this,” Zeke sighs, and you can imagine the two of them holding onto the doorframe above you. You lift your head as both of them are pulsing, slowing down your hands as you stroke them both. Your fingers tighten on their rods, caressing the length of the cock in each hand as you work for the pleasure of both of them, waiting until their pulsing winds down.

Your eyes flutter as you feel both crowns against your lips and open your mouth obediently, groaning in pain as your jaw is stretched by both of them grinding in at the same time. Your throat widens as they push down it, but your broken, reprogrammed mind doesn't allow you to **** on it. Allie flexes her foot against the back of your head, bobbing your head herself for their pleasure.

Your throat swells lewdly around their pricks as you're **** to the hilt, then allowed up before she shoves you down again. Even as she does, she slaps your ass hard with her free hand, pumping her fat cock into your hole. “See, boys? This is why this faggot's not going to school anymore. It doesn't need to graduate.”

She punctuates her words with a hard crack of her hand on your ass, “I don't need a faggot to have a high school diploma. This is all it's good for. This is the only education it needs.”

“Fuck ... shit! I'm gonna cum soon!” Edmund groans, and she moves her foot off your head.

“Stroke those pricks faggot!” she orders, allowing your head to lift up. You quickly start stroking them again as they stand there, pumping their meat hard and fast, your fingers squeezing tightly on their meat in a wordless plea.

“Please, Sir, please may I have your milk, Sir?” you beg both of your former classmates mindlessly, your hands slamming up and down their rods as quickly and as forcefully as your body will let you as your Mistress continues to hammer your ass.

“What'll it be, guys?” asks Allie, every word punctuated by a grunt of pleasure and a slap of her nuts against yours, “You gonna turn my little faggot cock sleeve into an even bigger mess?”

“That's pretty much all it's good for,” Edmund says cheerfully above you as you continue to stroke his pulsing meat.

“We might as well help you carry it to the dumpster and toss it in the trash right now if we don't!” laughs Zeke as his prick throbs in your hand.

“Fuck that's hot,” Allie grunts, pulling her hips back and unloading her seed on your back and ass in long, thick stripes.