Cum all over her

"Rachel," you breathe, barely audible. "Please turn around and get on your knees." Rachel stands straight up, tensing her sensuous back. "Don't worry," you whisper, aware that reaching too far may shatter the spell. "I promise I won't touch you."

Shivering now from nervousness and cold, the blush receding from her body, Rachel does turn around, showing you her frontal nudity again. And then she gets on her knees in front of you. She looks straight ahead, face level with your crotch, and you have a new angle on her naked form, the tops of her boobs and the crest of her ass simultaneously in view.

"Please put your arms behind your back," you say. Rachel complies.

"Please grasp your hands together," you say, and Rachel does as you ask, sticking her boobs even more prominently in your direction.

You swiftly pull your gym shorts to the ground, releasing your engorged and dripping penis and pointing it directly at Rachel's face. Your phone is now taking a movie.

You glance at Rebecca, who seems telepathically linked with you and moves behind Rachel.

"Rachel," you say quietly. "Please look up." She does, her dark, curly hair falling away from her face as her beautiful brown eyes, neatly plucked eyebrows, soft cheeks, and full lips come into clear view.

Acting with speed and precision, Rebecca bends over behind Rachel. Rachel's eyes widen in surprise, adding yet another layer of attraction onto this thrilling scene.

You can't remember the last time this happened, but you cum instantly without even touching yourself. The images of the evening--wet, naked, and humiliated Rebecca; showering redheads Madison and Jillian; Amanda's gigantic swinging tits; Mia and Lisa's luscious twin asses; the shaved, kept, and unkempt pussies of the entire cheerleading squad--swirl through your mind and propel the cum out of you with striking ****.

A giant glob of cum lands on Rachel's hair and face, running down one eye and to the side of her mouth. Another spurt lands on her neck and starts running down her left boob. One more huge blast hits her on the right tit. You leak a bit more on the ground, and you gasp in perverse pleasure, watching your semen run down Rachel's body. You almost pass out when you see a drop of cum run down her breast, pool on the edge of her aureole, and begin to drip off the tip of her large nipple.

The whole display is made possible because of Rebecca, who has bound Rachel's arms behind her with her towel. Rebecca is agile and strong, and the knot she made with the towel is tight. Rachel is trying in vain to free her hands, her eyes closed to keep cum out of them, but her efforts are useless.

Rachel is cum-soaked, naked, and helpless on the locker room floor. You are heaving with the tension that's just been released, but your reverie is interrupted by another hot, energetic kiss from Rebecca. You close your eyes and kiss her back roughly, passion stirring in you once again; with surprising stamina, your penis responds admirably when Rebecca reaches down for a quick but firm tug.

Rebecca releases you, above and below, and steps back. "Shit, Sam," she says. "What do we do with her now?"