Plan for next team

My week had definitely picked up. Let me rephrase that. My week had fucking sky-rocketed up. An utterly mundane and boring Monday had somehow given way to what was probably the sexiest moment of my life: a little game I started calling ‘blowjob roulette’. You know, the game where four teenagers take turns going down on you until one of them is rewarded for their hard work? Never heard of it? Neither had I until I made it up last Tuesday. I should’ve been given a prize for having come up with that shit on the spot like that. Nobel of Sex, maybe? Don’t they have that? They fucking should. This whole fling with the girls had been so overwhelming, sometimes I’d get flashes out of nowhere that would send shivers all over my body. I was in a constant state of shock, much like PTSD. Mine was another kind of PTSD, though, the post-teenage-sex-disorder. In the supermarket, getting mail, brushing my teeth, it could strike anywhere. Out of the blue a picture of Debbie’s cum-filled mouth would pop-up. Or Alice, licking my feet. My dick would instantly stiffen, anywhere, anytime. It was proving extremely challenging to do daily chores, especially if I had to go out. A boner could land me in jail these days, and those images weren’t getting any blurrier. But I guess that was my own fault, wasn’t it?

I don’t normally jog on Thursdays, but I figured maybe a power-run on the way to school would quiet my mind a bit. And, with it, the monster between my legs. So I ran. I ran as fast as I could without breaks. I wanted exhaustion, just something to appease my urges for a few more hours. My dick had been aching from all the spontaneous hard-ons. I make it to school pretty early, then head straight to the locker-room for a quick shower. After changing, I go on to my office to start my day. Papers here and there, not much to keep me focused. The time passes slowly, but it passes. I realize I'm checking my clock probably every 30 seconds for the past hour. It was almost time. The god damn bell seemed slower today, just when I need it the most. But soon… soon I’d be watching those teenage beauties walk into my office again, hopefully in loose skirts and generous cleavages. And with those angelic teenage smiles. It’d all be worth it again. All that pain, all that trouble. God, I couldn’t wait any longer. These last couple of days had totally given a new twist to having a “good day at the office”. Each day had only gotten better than the previous. Would it continue? COULD it get any better? Knowing what you know now, you can try to imagine…

The clock hit 10:14 and I knew it was a matter of seconds. A few more glances at the clock and that horrid bell sounded like music to my ears. The rumbling of shoes outside my door indicated the rush towards the school yard. It was time for the morning break, when students have the chance to socialize by the patio and have a snack at the cafeteria if they want to. Not for Tamara and Debbie, though. Those two would only be socializing in my office today. Preferably naked. And the only snack I was planning to provide them with was slightly white and gooey, but very nutritious.

*Knock knock*

"Who is it?" – I shout from behind my desk.

"It’s Tamara."

"And Debbie!"

"Come on in, girls."

"Hey…" - Says Tamara, followed closely by Debbie. Tamara was wearing the usual tight jeans with a grey school shirt. Nothing special. Debbie had shorts on, not butt-shorts (unfortunately) just baggy frayed shorts. She also had nice red lipstick on. - How very Lolita of her.

"Hey, girls. Come, have a seat." – I say, pointing at the chairs. – "So… what can I do for you today, ladies?" – I joke, just prying for their reaction.

Confused, Debbie replies. – "Er… we’re here for the… Olympics? Alice said it was…"

"Today. Alice said you wanted to see us at the break. Was she…?" - Completed a curious Tamara.

"Ah yes, the Math Olympics. Of course, how could I forget?!" – Casually attempting to minimize the magnitude of our last encounter. – "I assume math is still haunting you two, then?"

Both girls give me a mopey look and nod. – "Right, right. So, where are we with…"

"I’m winning!" - Debbie shouts in new spirits.

"You are, huh?"

"Yes! I won! Remember?"

"You did?"

"You know, last time? When I… when we… played your girlfriend?" – Debbie was blushing. Making a puzzled face I, continue to stare with an empty look. - "You know, we took turns and… I was the fourth? We… kissed you…?"

"Kissed me?"

"Yea… remember? Down… there…"

"Oh, right, yeah, it’s starting to come back to me now…" - I smirk, watching teenage girls get shy talking about sex. It was so fucking exciting! Specially because it involved me, of course.

"And… then… I won…"

"Yeah?"

"Yea… when you… c'mon, Mr. Archer!"

"When I…?"

"Finished…"

"Finished?"

"In my… mouth…?"

"A-ha, right! I remember now. You girls were amazing. What a tough competition you put up! I came SO much!" - Both girls just shyly stared down. – "But, if I’m not mistaken… you only won when you swallowed it, right?"

"Yeah…" - Monosyllabic Debbie replied.

"Good girl, Debbie. You played a really good girlfriend." – I say, petting her cheek. - "But anyway, now that we’re all up to par with the standings… are you ready for today’s challenge?"

Debbie nods, somewhat excited to increase her lead. Tamara, on the other hand, just shrugs.

"I just want to remind you that no one here is forcing anyone. Our arrangement is that I do my best to help you with your grades and you do your best to help me with my current situation. Right, Tam?"- Now looking at me, she nods coyly. – "Any quitters, then?" – No movement. – "Good." - Making my way to the futon where all my dreams had been coming true, I signal for the girls to gather around. With both kneeling by me feet, I continue.

"Today in the Olympics you will be your own worst enemy. Winning in the end will depend much more on yourselves than anyone else." – The girls stare at each other, puzzled. – "The challenge will happen in two parts. The better you do now, the bigger your advantage in the second leg. Needless to say, you want to win this round so you can win the whole thing. I’m sure you’re wondering why there’s only two of you here, right? Well, the first part of today’s games is a team challenge. Exciting, isn’t it?! And you two are the first team of the day. I didn’t let the other team be here to not give them any clues, that wouldn’t be fair, would it?" – The girls immediately agree with me. – "You see, girls, in math, the more you study, the more knowledgeable you get. This round will test just how much you’ve been paying attention so far. And above all, how well you can work as a team."

"But… what…" - Mutters Debbie.

"...is it, Mr. Archer!?"

They seemed in sync already, good news for everyone.

"Remember last round? You took turns and gave your best shot at pleasing me? Well, today’s challenge also involves that, but it’s not just about which of you can make me finish..." – The confused puppy faces were great. – "Today, you two are gonna work together to make me finish quicker than the other team!"

"Oh…"

"That’s right! For this round, all you have to worry about is the other team’s performance!"

"But how do we… how fast…"

"Only time will tell, honey! Now, one more thing. Today, I can’t be of any help to you. I will remain silent for the whole duration. The challenge is all about what you’ve picked up so far, so I can’t give you any clues or say anything. I will do as you instruct only. Ok?"

"Can we at least ask you stuff?"

"Well, you can, Debbie, but I won’t be able to reply. Today you’re on your own."

"This is bullshit!" – Tamara says in anger.

"You were here last time. You all did amazing. Just focus on doing a good job. Strategize with your teammate and you’ll be fine."

"Pft. Whatever, Mr. Archer! Last time you guided us the whole time…"

"I know, honey, but now I need you to show me you’re learning! No tips! No clues! Chop-chop!"

"But… what do we… how…" - Debbie asks, again. She wasn’t the brightest of the bunch, truth be told. But as long as her throat was wide enough to take me, I couldn’t care less.

"Remember, I’ll just follow your commands today, girls. If you want me to go or do something, just tell me and I’ll do it. I’ll give you a minute to strategize before I start the stopwatch."

The girls then begin talking to each other seriously. I loved how devoted they were. As I waited, I focused on Debbie’s shorts, a bit open because of her position on the floor. She looked great. But so did Tamara, I just wish she would be showing a bit more skin. And having that thought actually gave me an idea.

"Don’t forget, girls. Right now, you are the bosses. You decide where I go, when I go, what I wear, what I don’t wear. And the same goes for you…" - I didn’t know if they had picked up on my hint, but I could hope.

"So…" - I say, impatiently after about 2 minutes.

"Wait, Mr. Archer! Wait!" – Just like in the exams... - The girls are now chatting, debating and and even giggling in the corner of my office.

"We’re ready!" – Says Debbie, always more enthusiastic then Tamara. That had to change.

"Alright! So… direct me! Your time starts now!"