You've had all the teasing you can stand.

You look up at the two lovely teens smiling and wriggling as they lean over the railing, and think how frustrated you were after you pushed them out your door earlier, how your balls feel swollen and blue from their teasing. This time the irresponsible bitches are going to pay, you tell yourself as you start up the stair.

They're going to pay with their pussies, and be damned to your professional standards, you think as your cock stiffens in your pants, looking at the girls wriggling and giggling as you climb higher.

You reach the top you wrap your arms around the two nubile wenches, pulling them closer as you squeeze their rumps. They giggle and purr, wriggling against you and nuzzling your neck.

"There's only so much a man can stand," you growl as you fondle them, pushing your hands under their bikini bottoms to grope their firm teen flesh.

"It is most inappropriate to be touching us," Irina giggles as she stands on her toes and nibbles at your jawline. "You must be the example to students. Standing firm and proud against temptation." She gives your rigid cock a squeeze for emphasis as she rubs her body against you.

"You're so bad Irina!" Deandre says, pressing her ripe tits against you as she writhes. "Isn't she bad Coach Watts?"

"You're both bad little girls," you growl, fondling their sweet flesh and nuzzling at their scented skin as you pull them closer, your cock raging in your pants. Irina undoes your belt, letting your pants fall to the floor as she writhes against you, reaching into your shorts and grasping your shaft, squeezing and stroking it.

Deandre unbuttons your shirt, giggling breathlessly and biting her lip in between kissing you hungrily. Irina has pulled down your boxer briefs and freed your rampant cock, stroking it with one slender hand while she leans close and breathes warmly on in your ear, teasing you with her wanton eyes. Your own hands are busy, one of them exploring Deandre's ass, your fingers sliding down to tease her tight rosebud and make her squeak excitedly; the other roaming over the Russian girl's back.

Deandre's soft warm mouth descends on your chest, nuzzling your flesh before smothering a nipple and teasing it with her hot little tongue. You move your hand, sliding it around her bikini bottom and finding her heated wetness, her folds swollen and open for you to explore. She moans against your flesh as you push a finger into her, your thumb circling and teasing her clit. Irina sinks to her knees, and starts to lap at your shaft, running her tongue slowly from your balls to the tip as though she's licking an ice cream cone, the feel of her sending quivers through you.

You keep stroking Deandre's pussy with one hand while you pull her bikini top above her ripe young breasts with the other, grabbing a handful of her sweet tit flesh and squeezing and kneading. She whimpers, wriggling as she continues to tongue your nipples, one of her hands reaching down to fondle your swollen balls, as Irina's soft suckmouth engulfs your shaft. She unties one side of her bikini bottom, easing your access to her, as she lifts her head from your chest and devours your mouth with a frantic kiss.

"I want you inside me," the blonde moans, writhing against your hand as her mouth explores you. "Take me to bed and fuck my brains out. Fuck us both!"

Sounds like the best idea you've heard all day, you think as you start to pull them towards your bedroom, then stop suddenly as your cottage door bangs open and a giggling cluster of girls burst in.

Startled, you look down to see Mason surrounded by three girls in bikinis, all of them pawing and fondling him as his mouth is clamped to the lush teen lips of fat tittied Julia Carrollton.