Christine and Dean

You walked down the hallway adjacent to the cafeteria, passing the bathrooms, and found an empty classroom this period. Dean and Christine followed you into the room, your blonde slut hanging on to her boyfriend's arm, those huge bra-less breasts bobbled and jiggled like crazy in her tight low-cut shirt.

You flicked on the light-switch and immediately moved to the white-board, trusty marker in hand. In less than a minute, you claimed the room as yours and wrote out a few iron-clad rules that you could not be harmed and that everyone must obey your commands and treat them as normal.

Dean had taken a seat at a desk and Christine had already set about putting him at ease by perching that fine ass of hers in his lap as she rubbed his chest.

You could see him reading what you had wrote, frowning slightly, but not finding it too off-putting apparently. "So... what's this all about, man?"

"Just some questions. I had a little mishap with one of your football buddies and I want to make sure we're straight."

He smiled knowingly and shrugged awkwardly, "Oh Ashford? Yea, I heard about that. Not surprised. He's a bit of a hot head, you know? And you did fuck his girlfriend, right? I mean... I know it was for class or whatever. But can you blame him? I don't actually think he was thinking but I believe the idea was to sort of convince you not to uh... choose Tomi next time. I mean... you've got your sluts, right?" The handsome QB actually showed off Christine to you, pulling back on her shoulder so that her back arched, her breasts emphasized and he propped them up with his arm.

Huh. So weird. "So you really don't mind me fucking Christine, the fact that I lent her out to my bud Andrew?"

"No." Dean seemed honestly confused by the question, "She's your slut."

"Okaay, so how do you feel about your girlfriend being my slut?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. Fine, I guess. I honestly can't believe I didn't realize it until I saw the video. You know it's already on pornhub? Tomi's too."

You'd been staring at his face closely, trying to discern something of what was actually going on in his head. There had definitely been a slight crinkling of his brow as if he'd reached a disturbing conclusion before it quickly smoothed as he focused on a new idea. Who knew how this worked? You wonder why his response to suddenly learning that his girlfriend was your slut wasn't to break up with her? Sure, he wouldn't be mad at either of you because of the magic of your power but wouldn't any normal guy's rational response to that to be 'peace, out, I'm done'?

You could see that he was fine with letting Christine do a lot more than he would have been before. You wondered how he would react to your hold over his girlfriend placing limits on his relationship with her...

"You want a blowjob from your girlfriend while we talk?"

"Wh..."

"Blow him, Christine. Nice and easy though so he can concentrate." To Dean you commanded, "Stand up and drop your pants and underwear."

They both obeyed, slipping out of the desk and getting to their feet. Christine had a hand on his chest as she gave you a smile, "Anything for you, babe." She dropped to her knees as Dean finished hastily undoing his belt and jeans and she helped pull his pants and boxers down.

His penis swung out, already hard apparently from your slut's ass wiggling around on his lap.

Dean actually had what looked like the longest dick of any you've seen in person, maybe seven inches maybe, but no thicker than average giving it a decidedly skinny appearance. Certainly he had nothing on your own ten inch beast. Christine grabbed it with the ease of long familiarity and started stroking. She nodded forward and her tongue soon teased the head. Slowly, she wrapped her lips around him and bobbed her head, engulfing most of his length with every drive. Dean shuddered in pleasure and rested his hands lightly upon Christine's blonde head.

"...fuck... that's good...." he murmured, eyes closed as he rocked his hips with her efforts.

You slowly approached them, feeling your own cock thicken in your pants. Controlling other people, making them perform sex acts at your demand- was an immense turn-on.

"Okay, Christine's my slut, right?" you said, standing right beside them, your bulging crotch only inches from Christine's bobbing head.

"Uh... Yea..." remarked Dean, brow furrowing slightly, sounding just a bit irritated by your question during his blow-job.

"But she's your girlfriend..."

"Uh-huhhh..." managed Dean, his mouth hanging open as Christine beat his meat while licking his balls.

"Well... which takes precedence, her being your girlfriend or being my slut?"

"Huh? I'm...not following you..." He really wasn't paying attention to your conversation. You supposed you shouldn't have been surprised. The whole point had been to doubly ensure the guy didn't turn on you. You imagined that hulking ogre Ashford would have been a bit more amenable if you'd had Tomi pumping his dick. You snorted. No way was that bastard getting this treatment! You had something special in mind for him!

You decided to answer your previous question with an experiment, "Okay Dean, there are some ground rules involve in dating one of my sluts. One: Sex, I mean, full-on dick in pussy sex, is off-limits unless I'm present. Two: On the other hand, huh, hand, my sluts will give hand-jobs to their boy-friends on demand, no questions asked. Three: Blowjobs come from me. If she's sucking you off, it's because I told her to and I expect a thank you by text or otherwise just as soon as you've regained your wits." You were just spouting this shit off the top of your head, honestly surprising yourself with your erotic non-sense.

"You cool with all that, bud?" you prodded, "Cause you can break up with Christine right now if you can't handle my rules..."

"Yea, yea, it's cool." he said, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture as he looked down at his girl-friend massaging his balls and licking up his dick as she pushed it back towards his stomach. After a moment he seemed to really recognize what you'd said and he made a face, shaking his head, "Break up with the hottest chick in school? No way. I love this sexy lady!"

Christine beamed up at him as she lewdly jerked his dick with both hands wrapped over each other, "Awe! That's sweet! I love you too, babe!"

You didn't know what to think. Was Dean accepting your absurd rules in actuality or was he just mindlessly humoring you due to the fact he was getting sucked off and didn't care about anything else? You supposed you would find out soon enough as even if those rules weren't iron-clad for him, they most certainly were for Christine.

In any event, you were horny as fuck and wanted to get off, yourself. You got even closer to the two of them, stepping right behind the head cheerleader as she squat down before Dean, the well rounded heart-shape of her butt looking divine as it swayed gently underneath her tight skirt. Reaching down, you grasped her hips and pulled her upward so that she was bent over before you, hands grasping Dean's naked thighs as she bobbed her blonde head upon his hard prick. You slid your hands up her own thighs, lifting her skirt over the well-shaped cheeks of her ass. She had no underwear on, the blue g-string still discarded upon the floor of Ms. Moore's classroom if they hadn't been picked up by now.

You unzipped and lowered your pants, your big dick landing upon her big creamy white butt. Christine's reaction was quick, she popped her mouth off Dean's dick and twisted around, eyes excited as they landed upon your endowment, "Are you finally going to fuck me, Ryan?!"

You grinned and sawed your length within the thick cleavage of her ass, "I don't know, babe. Do you want me to?"

She had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face as she tugged absently upon her boy-friend's dick, all the while humping her ass purposefully against your slab of thick dick, "Please fuck me, master! I need it! I've soo been wanting it all this time!" She shouted unreasonably loud.

Dean's eyes went wide as he took in your prick as it slapped down upon his girlfriend's ass, "Holy shit, you're huge. Video didn't do it justice. Fuck..."

You enjoy both of their appreciation for your sizeable cock and you land a happy slap upon the side of her perfectly shaped buttocks as she bent over, her mouth still bobbing slightly upon Dean's dick. You pull back, causing the tip of your lengthy fat prick to slide along the cleft of her ass, drawing down that luscious crevice and briefly puckering her tiny tight little asshole before you found her steadily sex-juice leaking pussy.

You pushed into Christine from behind, your thick cock sinking inch by inch into the cheerleader's dripping wet cunt. Moans and whines and mewling noises erupted from her as she clutched at Dean's hips, her mouth still filled by his dick.

"Ohh.... Oh! Ungh! Ung! Oh yea!" she moaned, releasing her boy-friend's penis from her mouth to pump it absently with one fist, "It's so good!! Mmm-mmm!"

Christine grasped Dean's pelvis and pressed back against your thrusts, bouncing her perfect lovely ass off your hips, "Oooooooh! Oooh! OooooOOOoooh! Yea! MMmmmmmph-Yea!"

The harsh slapping sound of your furious fucking fills the room. Christine's cries were getting louder and louder and your own grunts were becoming harsher and harsher. You were enjoying pushing her luscious body against Dean's, the other guy no longer getting much of a blowjob, Christine basically just holding his junk as you pounded her luscious wet cunt from behind, your hands squeezing her sexy fucking buttocks.

“F-Fuck… fuck, fuck, FUCK! Y-You’re so deep, Ryan… s-so deep. Oh god, not more, not MOOOORE!!!”

Christine’s head tilted upwards as she arched her back. She randomly licked at the underside of her boy-friend's dick as she pushed it up and back against his abdomen. Dean, for his part, looked astonished and utterly captivated as he watched you **** every last inch of our cock into Christine's body, perhaps imagining how utterly deep you were in now, reaching places he physically could not manage with his own seven-inch endowment.

“Yesss, just like that. Oh god yes, it feels so good. F-Fuck me Ryan… keep going. Just like thaaaat…”

She wasn't even bothering to touch Dean anymore as she merely wailed and braced herself against him. This was no matter to him as he pumped his cock furiously while watching you fuck Christine. As you watched, he groaned loudly and his load shot all over the top of Christine's head, streaking lines of cum in her hair before finishing up with another few shots on her face and breasts. You enjoyed the sight for a moment before refocusing your attention upon the red hot pussy milking your plunging prick.

"Oh fuck!" exclaimed Christine, her head hanging to the side her mouth open in a perfect 'O'.

"Oh yes!" she gasped as she athletically slammed her butt back against your thrusting hips, "This is so good! So fucking good!" You were really pounding her now, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the class-room. Dean just stood there, soft diminutive dick wet with Christine's saliva, jiggling with the movement of your furiously thrusting cock transmitted though his girl-friend's body to his as she gripped his sides to hold her steady.

The blonde's legs and well-rounded bottom shook, quivering involuntarily as her open mouth against Dean's brown pubes wailed and moaned wildly. Her pussy jolted around you, squeezing like a vice and releasing rapidly even as a thick flow of her juices suffused her passage and slickened your thrusts. This invigorated your lust and you hammered deep enough to make Christine cry out and clutch her stomach as if she could feel you that far inside her.

This was enough to set you off and you groaned and grunted lewdly while frantically pumping your hips. You ejaculation gushed into her, topping off in one powerful wave. The second was plentiful enough to squirt back out of her hole onto your thighs.

Minutes passed and the both of you were soon on the floor, Christine collapsed underneath you as you rested half on top of her, your knees pressing uncomfortably onto the hard floor, your slowly softening cock still partially inside of her messy oozing pussy. Dean was sitting heavily back in the desk, his spread legs to either side of his girlfriend's form.

"So... uh... I heard there was this party going down after school, at this tattoo place?" Dean's voice suddenly filled the silence of the classroom that had only been broken by their panting.

"Oh you heard about it, huh?" You sat up, pushing off Christine's back, resting your hands on her lovely ass even as you felt the movement cause her vagina to expel your flaccid penis along with a thick torrent of semen and her own sexual juices, "Well, technically that's Mrs. Moore's class. Sort of a follow up to the fun without having to worry about teachers and shit. But if you think you can handle the rules..."

"Rules?"

"Yea, mostly that I'm in charge. Guys get to fuck only when I say and when they do, how I say so."

"That's cool." Dean nodded with an easy smile, "I mean, I think I've shown I'm cool with it what with us kinda sharing Christine and all."

Christine revived enough to lift her head and give her boy-friend a certain look, "Dean, Ryan's not sharing me with you. I love you, babe, but I'm your girlfriend because Ryan wants me to be."

"Uh...wow." You couldn't help but feel smug at that.