Milked into Minxy's Mouth

Maintaining eye contact, Minxy moves further down.. or at least attempts to. The old machinery creak and the school girl swears under her breath; the seat appears to be stuck, but after a bit of insistent scooting it finally relents with a whine of disuse.

The wooden block fixing your hands and more importantly neck in place doesn't permit you to tilt your head much, and as your chin hits the board, you can still only see the top of her head, now situated inches from your crotch. So you can't really tell what she's doing down there, which means that it comes as sudden shock of pleasure when you feel a warm mouth close around your tip. The girls seem to wordlessly have divided your cock between them: Minxy sticks to the head, while Big Lindsey shortens her strokes, no longer letting go of your shaft.

There is a stacatto, arrythmic quality to their combined efforts. The constant but still leisurely strokes of Lindsey's strong hand and insistent suckling of Minxy's tight mouth don't always line up in tempo, but that just makes the precious moments when the timing lines up perfectly, where a downward stroke of the handjob transitions into an insistent suck on your sensitive tip, all the more intense.

Your orgasm that moments earlier felt like a rather distant eventuality, now feels rapidly approaching, especially after you feel Minxy starting to tease your frenulum with the tip of her tongue. You're not sure if the girls want you to come, or whether they would even stop if you did.. if you'd want her to.