1 comments/ 53292 views/ 12 favorites Asserting Authority By: drscar Knock, knock. Cheryl let me into her apartment and I could see immediately that something was wrong. "What's up?" I asked, casually, trying to keep things on a relatively light level. Cheryl wasn't always pleasant company to be around when she was pissed. I just hoped she wasn't pissed at me. "I had a bad day," she said. She grabbed me by the shirt and led me into the bedroom. "I need to work off some of this aggression," she said, unbuckling my pants. Relationships are funny sometimes. Sometimes you have friends, sometimes you have lovers, sometimes you have deep, meaningful relationships. Sometimes you even have fuck-buddies, and sometimes relationships evolve over time from one type to another. Such was my relationship with Cheryl. We tended to move from one type of relationship to another, but no matter what form it took it was always held together with a profound respect for each other's sexual nature. Right now we were in the "friends with extreme benefits" stage. She was a freak and had a wicked imagination, something that I heartily encouraged. She found it easy to open up to me, and I was a safe outlet for her more wild sexual fantasies. This was a woman who pushed her sexual limits with gusto, and whenever she felt it was okay to let go she did, completely and totally. With me, she knew she could always feel free to do whatever she wished, whenever she wished. Apparently right now she wished for my cock. She reached into my underwear and pulled me out, still soft but I could feel the twinge of arousal beginning as I knew what was going to happen. Without any ceremony or teasing, she popped my head into her mouth, and sucked hard. Now, I love the feeling of being soft in a woman's mouth and growing harder. In my experience it's not something that most women go for, so I never ask for it, but when it happens I'm always grateful. I like to play a little game with myself to see how long I can last soft before I finally give in. This time, though, I lost immediately. Cheryl's talent was unmatchable and within seconds I was rock hard and throbbing. "Oh, I love how hard you get," she said, more to my cock than to me. It was true: the soft skin belied the turgid strength underneath. I don't know what happens with some other guys, other than what I've seen in porn, but for some reason I get very hard. Cheryl continued to suck, pausing every once in a while to talk to me. "As soon as I taste your pre-come I'm going to jump on your cock and fuck you," she said, matter-of-factly. Cheryl, as I mentioned, was a bit of a freak and loved the taste of my pre-come. To hear her it was the nectar of the gods. I never knew when it actually came out, as I never felt anything different or unusual, but she always treated it as if it were the smoothest ice cream, or richest chocolate. "Mmmm," she moaned, closing her eyes and tilting her head sideways in ecstasy. "There it is. I love your pre-come." She said it every time, but I never got tired of hearing it. There was something exotic about it that never got old. True to her word, she stood up and shimmied out of her jeans and underwear. Her shaved pussy was viewable for only the briefest of seconds before she leaned over to crawl on top of me. Grabbing my dick in her hand, she shoved me into her pussy and slammed down hard onto my pelvis. She took all of two seconds to register the feeling of this invasion, sighed, and then fucked the hell out of me. She leaned on my chest with both hands, occasionally grabbing my shoulders for additional leverage. Her hips rammed down on my cock and then squeezed as she pulled up, doing so as fast as she could. She fucked me hard and violently, like a woman possessed. I was just along for the ride, and it was all I could do to hang on. Her bed had rather overzealous springs and there were moments when I felt as if I were being fucked on a trampoline. Her face was showcase of human emotion. Her eyes were squinted tightly shut, as obviously her mind was only partly in the here-and-now. She registered anger, frustration, sexual passion, and as her orgasm started to rise within her, an undeniable look of triumph. Cheryl is the only woman with whom I had regular simultaneous orgasms. There was something about mine that set her off, and vice versa. This one was a quickie, a sprint to the finish line for her, and she brought me along with her. As her pelvis slammed down onto my body, I felt her wetness seep down the base of my cock, encircling my balls, making it easier for her powerful muscles to slide along the shaft as she gripped me. Any less and I might have felt like she was ripping the skin clean off. My own orgasm caught me by surprise, mostly because of how quickly it hit me. Usually I have to work it up, coax it out. This time, though, she sucked it out of me with her body. I barely had time to give a little cry of warning. She threw her head back and sighed as she came. This was unusual, usually she let out a scream or moan or otherwise was far more vocal. She started to slow down as she rode through her climax and then collapsed on top of my chest, her hands still grabbing onto my shoulders for support. She lifted her head up and flipped her hair over to one side. "Thanks," she said, starting to pull off me. "I needed that." "Rough day?" I asked, my wet cock flopping out of her body and landing on my stomach with a soft slap. "You could say that," she said, heading into the bathroom to get cleaned up. When she re-emerged, she was looking more relaxed, but still irritated. "So," I said "What happened?" She grabbed a robe from the back of her closet and put it on. She hadn't taken off her T-shirt but hadn't put on any pants either, so every once in a while I could see her bare thigh peek out from under the terrycloth. "Sometimes I want to slap these little bitches," she said. "Your soccer team?" I asked She nodded. "A couple of them turned eighteen recently and now they think they can do anything they damn well please. Of course, their parents are no help whatsoever." I'd heard this refrain before. Cheryl was the high school varsity girls' soccer coach, and dealing with bratty teenagers was an unfortunate part of the job. Parents in particular were difficult to deal with. Instead of being a refuge for the overstressed teacher, like it used to be when she and I were in high school, they were in fact a teacher's nightmare. Every parent thought their precious little snowflake was the best player on the team, and demanded more playtime and attention from the coaches. If the little babies weren't happy, the parents weren't happy, and that meant that Cheryl wasn't happy. "What happened?" I asked. I was a little nervous, because Cheryl wasn't always rational when she was angry, and I could see she was working herself up to being livid. "There's no one thing," she began. "But Brooke has been the absolute worst. Ever since she turned eighteen she's been trying to pull rank and needs to be taken down a few notches." "How so?" "So, today I was having them run drills, and of course Brooke and her posse were standing around flirting with some of the varsity jocks. They like to show off their bodies and get them all drooling. I told them that if they didn't shut it and start working, they'd be doing double laps." I nodded. "So the bitch turned around," she continued, "and gave me this look that was the same as if you were talking to a small child. 'Now, Cheryl, I don't think that's really necessary, do you?' she said to me. Can you believe it? Calling me by my first name in front of her friends just to score points. I wanted to punch her in the mouth right there!" Whenever Cheryl started a sentence with "So" more than once I knew she was really pissed off. In this case, though, I understood her frustration. "What did you do?" I asked. "I told them to start running," she said, her jaw set firmly in determination. She started breathing heavy through her nose, just like one of those cartoon bulls preparing for a charge. "Good call," I said. "I would have done the same thing." "Yeah, except that she just started laughing, and then said, 'I don't think so,' and walked off the pitch." "Oh," I said. That was bad. Not only did it confuse the hierarchy of order on the team, but it also meant that Cheryl would have been put in the position of doing something drastic to keep discipline. Knowing her, I knew that she would probably do something that would likely be very public. "So I told them that if they left they would be benched," she said. Bingo. It's not the way that I would have handled it, so I couldn't really be too judgmental. In today's climate, however, a public statement like that would have immediate repercussions given how sensitive the politics of high school can be. Sure enough, I was right. "So when I got back to my office, I had an email from the vice principal," she said. Ayup. There it is. "Apparently the little bitch had called her mother, who had called the vice principal, who emailed me to tell me that I could not bench them from the game." This, of course, was wrong on several levels. For one thing, if a parent called the vice principal then he should have had the parent talk to Cheryl first. Most administrators nowadays are complete pussies, though, and would rather do whatever it took to get parents off their backs, especially since parents will threaten lawsuits at the drop of a hat. Second, as the coach Cheryl has every right to determine who plays and who does not. As it happens, Cheryl was a very good coach, and had taken her team to the championships the last five years running, winning four of those contests. At the very least the administration - which didn't pay her for her coaching duties in the first place - should have at least given her the autonomy to run her team as she saw fit. This is, of course, above and beyond the very real problem of Brooke's mother not disciplining her own daughter, which was causing Cheryl the grief in the first place. I nodded slowly in sympathy. I could understand exactly why Cheryl was pissed and needed to let off steam. "What are you going to do?" I asked. She threw her hands up in the air, frustrated. The motion caused her robe to open up and I could see her pussy, still red and puffy from our fuck session. "I have no idea," she said. "All I know is that I can't bench her. Plus," she added grimly, "she's also the best forward I've got. She's the most fit, the fastest, and the most talented on the field." She looked to the side, biting a knuckle in frustration. I felt for her, I really did, but found myself getting distracted by her inviting pussy which was now fully visible. She had turned sideways in the chair and propped one leg over the side, completely relaxed and comfortable in my presence. "I'll tell you what," I said, my tone sounding like I was changing the subject, which I was. "I'll fuck you again and we'll go out and get some drinks. My treat." She looked at me, considering my offer. "Yeah, all right," she said, and stood up. She dropped the robe and took off her T-shirt, then climbed onto the bed on all fours. She presented her wonderful ass to me as I positioned myself behind her. I laid my hands on her ass and started pacing my thumbs around her ass and pussy holes. She wiggled her ass in appreciation. "Careful," she warned. I sighed, remembering. "Don't worry," I said. "I know." Many years before Cheryl had a boyfriend who only liked anal sex, to the point that this was the only way he would have sex with her. She liked it too, until his size and desire started to irreparably damage her body. The doctor had told her that she could never have anal sex again. It was such a shame, too. Cheryl had a phenomenal ass, and I would have loved to watch my cock sink slowly past that beautiful, inviting sphincter. Such a waste. Sigh. I slid into her pussy instead, and grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto me. I fucked her hard and before long we were both covered in sweat, working off her work frustration. ------------------------------------ I didn't get the chance to talk to Cheryl for several days, my own job taking up too much of my time. We exchanged a couple of texts now and then, but she didn't say anything further about the issues with her team. Then one morning about a week and a half later I got a text from her, telling me to come over to her apartment that afternoon. She had something she wanted to show me. She told me to be there around 2:45. I was a bit surprised at the specific time, but as it turned out I had no clients to see that afternoon, and could rearrange the remainder of my schedule without any issues. When I arrived at her apartment she opened the door for me and waved me inside. She was dressed in her coach's gear: track pants and a tight tank-top T-shirt. "Had practice today?" I asked, entering her apartment. "Yup," she said, smiling wickedly. I had a feeling that she might have some role-play in mind, and we hadn't actually explored the whole "soccer coach" possibilities yet. Now that I saw her in her outfit, I was rather surprised we hadn't. It seemed so obvious, now. "Come on in," she said. "I have someone to introduce you to." I felt a bit dejected. Well, there goes the role-play idea, I thought. I hadn't thought about having sex with Cheryl when I came over - we often just hung out - but now that the thought had germinated in my head I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. She turned and led the way into her apartment. It wasn't very big, only a bedroom, a kitchen/dining/living area that was all one room, and a bathroom. She hesitated at the doorway to her bedroom and cracked a smirk of... triumph? It was hard to tell. In any case she was mighty pleased with herself. I entered the doorway to her bedroom to see a young girl wearing Cheryl's high school's standard-issue athletic t-shirt and shorts, sitting on Cheryl's bed. "Brooke," Cheryl said, addressing the girl. "This is Dr. O'Connor." The girl regarded me with a strange look on her face. I could see that she didn't like me at all. She sat on the bed, both arms thrust down onto the edge of the bed, her posture hunched and slightly defiant. "Hello," she said. Her voice came out a strange mixture of anger, sadness, hesitation and maybe even fear. "Hello," I said. Then, immediately, "Excuse us for a second." I pulled Cheryl outside the doorway, just out of eyesight from Brooke. I lowered my voice to an urgent whisper to avoid being overheard. "Cheryl!" I hissed. "What are you doing?" I was no fool. Even though I had never seen this girl before in my life, I knew exactly who she was. Cheryl's smile stayed put on her face, but her eyes were cold and calculating. "I told you I was going to teach this little bitch a lesson," she countered. This was bad. Very bad. This was Cheryl's student. I began to wonder what kind of legal trouble I could be in just by being in this apartment at this point in time. I wasn't aware of which laws were being broken, but I'm sure there probably was at least one or two. "Brooke and I have an understanding," Cheryl called out, loud enough for her voice to carry back not the bedroom. She smiled broadly and returned to the room. I followed behind, very hesitant. "Don't we, Brooke?" Brooke looked directly at Cheryl, then lowered her eyes. "Yes, Ms. Jean." I remembered Cheryl's story about how Brooke had called her by her first name in front of her friends. Obviously Cheryl had impressed upon this girl to use the appropriate title when addressing her. Cheryl went over to the bed and sat next to Brooke, placing one arm around Brooke's shoulders. Brooke didn't flinch. "We've been making progress," Cheryl said, looking at me. "Brooke now has proper... motivation... to be a team player. Isn't that right Brooke?" Brooke looked at me and nodded. "Brooke," I said, trying to keep my voice calm and safe-ish. I didn't want to piss off Cheryl, but for my own sanity I had to gauge Brooke's state of mind. She didn't have a "scared rabbit" quality but I wasn't sure what was going through her mind. "Do you want to be here?" I cast a warning glance at Cheryl not to pressure Brooke for any specific answer, then returned my gaze to Brooke. To my utter surprise, her voice was resolute and confident. "Yes," she said, definitively. Okay, I thought. I'm stumped. "Brooke has a challenge," Cheryl said. "A bet, in a way." In a way? I thought. "Let him see you," Cheryl commanded. "Yes, Ms. Jean," Brooke said, and stood up. There was no question about it, the girl was phenomenally good-looking. Her long blonde hair cascaded straight down to the middle of her back, and a little wavy fold indicated that she usually wore it up in a ponytail. She was a tiny thing, couldn't weigh more than 100 lbs., but muscular and fit. She turned around, letting me see all of her, and I stood there watching her, mesmerized. This was a girl I could never have had in high school, but every boy dreamed about. The muscles of her body, strong and developed from years of soccer and sports, gave her a predatory, feline quality. At the tender age of eighteen she had already had several years experience knowing that she had an effect on men (and probably more than a few women, too). She had no shoes or socks on, so the tight legs tapered down to perfectly shaped feet. Cheryl got up off the bed and walked over to me, took my hand, and led me to the chair facing Brooke and her modeling. "Now that Brooke is eighteen," Cheryl was saying, "She is an adult, and is eager to do adult things." I sat down on the chair a little harder than I would have liked, Looking at Brooke showcase herself was starting to affect my libido, much stronger than I felt comfortable allowing myself to be given the circumstances. "Adult... things," I repeated. Brooke was starting to move a little differently now. Instead of merely turning around in place, showing me her body, she was starting to undulate. Her hands started to touch various parts of her body, directing my attention to her breasts, her hips, her legs. She pulled up the hem of her t-shirt and gave me a glimpse of her rock-hard six-pack abs. Oh my god, I realized, the awareness hitting me like a ton of bricks. She's a true exhibitionist! "Yes," Cheryl said. "Adult things. So her challenge is to win a race." "A race?" I asked, now confused. "Yes," Cheryl said, just as Brooke took a step towards me. "If Brooke can suck you off before I bring myself off, she can stay on the team." Holy shit! What?! As if this was her cue, Brooke fell to her knees and started fumbling at my jeans. The girl had done this before, because soon my fly was wide open and my cock firmly embedded in her mouth. Cheryl was already starting to slide her hands underneath the elastic of her coach's pants. I found it hard to breathe. The girl was remarkably good. "And if she can't?" I gasped. Cheryl smiled, barely able to contain her glee. "You fuck her in the ass in order to stay on the team." Brooke's eyes widened, and she looked at my face, my cock still halfway in her mouth. Apparently this was news to her. She looked at Cheryl, and then back at me, and then started sucking me even harder trying to get me off. The fact that she wasn't protesting told me something, but I had no idea what. Cheryl watched Brooke's head bob up and down on my lap, but she took her time. Cheryl knew that she had the odds stacked in her factor, and she was right. Asserting Authority See, I rarely, rarely come in someone's mouth. Even with Cheryl, with whom I had fucked in every conceivable position, I had only been able to come in her mouth twice, and once I needed to fuck her mouth rather than have her suck me off. In short, Brooke was going to get ass-fucked. Cheryl sat on the corner of her desk, watching this blonde teenager go to town. Cheryl's fingers slipped in and out of her pussy, and she took a few moments every once in a while to taste them. Brooke must have watched a couple of pornos, because she was trying to mimic some of the twisting-hand movements that the actresses often do, a technique that has absolutely no effect on me whatsoever. Instead of listening to my body and my reactions, she was trying to plow her way through the blowjob through sheer persistence and determination. Even so, she was damn good. She was helped more than a little by the nature of the situation. I couldn't get past the idea that there was this tiny blonde eighteen year old high school student on her knees blowing my cock for all she was worth. I wanted to see more. "Stand up," I ordered. Brooke looked at me, not wanting to stop what she was doing and lose time. "I want to see more of you," I said. She looked at Cheryl, and then reluctantly stood up. She took off her top, and threw it to the side, standing in just her sports bra. Her breasts were mashed up tightly against the fabric, reducing their movement but making very pleasing curves. She started to fix her thumbs under the elastic of the waistband of her shorts, and as soon as more skin became exposed she started getting into it. Instead of ripping them off and getting back to her task at hand, she started to work them down slowly, inch by inch. She had both Cheryl's attention as well as mine, now. This girl was hot. And she knew it. Suddenly I felt myself being manipulated by this little bitch. She was doing the same damn thing that she had done to piss Cheryl off a couple of weeks prior. This time she was doing it to me. I looked at her face and saw disdain, derision. She was getting off on her power over me. I looked at Cheryl, who was still fixated on Brooke's striptease. Now I felt angry on Cheryl's behalf as well. "Come here," I ordered, My demeanor was now more direct, more commanding. She took a step towards me but now her smile had developed into a full smirk. I slid my hands between her legs and felt her sopping pussy. "You like that," I stated. It was not a question, more of a statement of observation. I pulled her hand back down to bring her to her knees in front of me again, placing the fingers that had felt her up into her own mouth. She made a show of licking them, but hers was still a disposition of manipulation. She thinks she's going to win, I thought. I knew better, of course. I knew myself better than she did, and I also knew how fast Cheryl could bring herself to orgasm. I placed one hand on Brooke's pretty head and the other on my cock, and brought her mouth down around my cock. This time, though, I didn't release her head and kept pressure as I fucked her face. Doing that elicits strange reactions. Some women love it, some hate it. Those who love it enjoy the sensation of having their bodies and mouth used for my pleasure, the women who hate it detest losing the control and are often afraid that they may be choked. There's a trust issue involved. This girl had no reason to trust me, but I was counting on her inexperience to make her think that I was doing it in order to come faster. I was right, and she didn't resist my holding her hair as I fucked her mouth. Cheryl, though, watched me take the little bitch and force-feed her my cock. She loved watching it, and I could see her own hands go faster and faster. She held her pussy open with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other, and I knew she was going to come any moment. Brooke saw this too, and started to panic. She tried to reach for Cheryl with one hand in a futile attempt to get her to stop, to disrupt her rhythm. She was just out of Cheryl's reach and her flailing arm just waved helplessly in the air. Unfortunately, the more Brooke showed how little control she really had the more Cheryl got off on it. To my amazement, I was getting close as well. I hadn't reached the point of no return yet, but I could feel it building. The sense of power over this girl, this little bitch who had caused so much trouble, and watching Cheryl whisk away between her legs, was having a profound effect. My own breathing grew deep, and I couldn't stop myself from groaning. My noises awoke Cheryl to the danger and she flashed me a look, telling me that I had better not come before her or this would all be over. Brooke must have sensed that this had actually become a race as well. Where before she had been sucking me according to some "suck by numbers" formula, now she was actually listening to my body and her natural talent was starting to come through. Her tongue flicked around the head with each stroke, and she was starting to match my thrusts into her mouth with her own gentle pushes back. Now it was a true race. Instead of me fucking this girl's mouth, Brooke was starting to suck my orgasm out of me. Damn, this bitch is good! Then Brooke made a tiny mistake. She took a break in order to catch her breath. The momentum that had been building now peaked and started to subside. Normally when I'm that close to coming and the cadence is interrupted I feel cheated, robbed. It feels like I have to start all over again. This time, however, as my climax retreated from the precipice, I was ecstatic. I turned to look at Cheryl and I smirked. Immediately she knew what that meant, and as if it were permission for her to finish herself off, she screamed in a massive orgasm, her hand a flurry between her legs. Her entire body convulsed on the desk, jumping back and forth as she tried to stay on the furniture. Brooke and I both watched in amazement, my cock still inside her mouth. I glanced down to look at Brooke's reaction, watching her watch Cheryl. Brooke was so attentive she didn't even realize she was still sucking on me. Watching Cheryl come down I began to realize that if there had been any question in Brooke's mind that Cheryl might cheat and fake her orgasm, there was no way that she would think that now. Cheryl's orgasm was the most complete I had ever seen, an all-over body orgasm. Brooke let my cock go and sat back on her haunches, brushing her hair out of her face. Perspiration had broken out all over her brow, her neck, and in between her perfect breasts. She caught me watching her, and sat up, erect. She pulled off her sports bra, releasing her well-formed, perfect breasts. They pointed at me, proud and alert, just as defiant of gravity as Brooke had been towards Cheryl. I thought she might hold onto the arrogant demeanor, but she didn't. She stood up and straddled my legs, placing her pussy just above my cock and started to settle down on it. "Fuck me a little before you take my ass," she said. It was a quiet request, one closer to resignation than anything else. I hadn't even had the chance to take my jeans off, and my cock only barely seemed to emerge from amidst my disheveled clothing. The girl was tight, but obviously no virgin. She rocked her hips back and forth, feeling my cock as it sawed in and out of her, settling deeper inside. Brooke's beautiful breasts, slick with sweat and carrying a faint odor of effort and perspiration, were too hard to ignore. I slipped one of her nipples in my mouth and felt the other breast's swell fill my free palm. Cheryl got off the desk and went into the bathroom, emerging a few moments later completely nude and sporting a bottle of lubricant. I didn't want this girl to get off me quite yet. She probably knew she was fulfilling a fantasy of mine held since high school, one never fulfilled, about fucking the prettiest girl in school, the girl-jock, fucking a tight hardbody. I had no idea if this was the prettiest girl in school, but had she been in my high school class she would have won the title hands-down. Cheryl came over and brought her over to the bed, positioning her like a giant doll on all fours, ass high in the air. If Cheryl had a phenomenal ass, this girl's was legendary. Brooke's ass was a pure bubble, tight from running and youth. I saw Cheryl hand Brooke several pillows to help her get comfortable, and then come to where I was. I knelt behind Brooke, my cock jutting out ferociously and throbbing with every heartbeat. I saw Brooke's beautiful little backdoor button and knew that in moments I was going to be pressing against it. I wanted to savor the moment for as long as I could. I didn't have a much a choice, however. Cheryl reached out and grabbed my cock and started stroking it. With the other hand she placed some lube along the shaft and around the tip, and then stroked me to work it in. I held Brooke's ass open and Cheryl spread some across the asshole directly in front of the tip of my cock. As far as I knew this was the first time Cheryl had touched another woman, and I was a bit surprised at how casually she did the job. Looking at Cheryl's face, I could see that her post-orgasmic bliss had turned back to serious business. This girl needed to be taught a lesson, a lesson that Cheryl needed to teach her. If anything, Cheryl was obsessed with the idea of reasserting her dominance, probably even superseding any concerns about homoeroticism. Shifting my weight, I prepared myself to press into this girl in front of me, but Cheryl held me steady with a little pressure on my cock. "No," she said, quietly. "I want to do it." I looked at her closely. The more accurate statement would have been, "I need to do it." I nodded, and Cheryl stroked me harder in preparation for penetrating this girl's ass. "Brooke," Cheryl said, as she placed the tip against her ass. The girl flinched as my cock briefly touched her flesh and then backed away. "Yes, Ms. Jean," came the reply. "You lost," Cheryl said. Brooke didn't know how to reply to that. It was a statement of fact, and didn't really require an answer. Cheryl didn't wait for one. "Do you remember our understanding?" she asked. Brooke looked over her shoulder and nodded. I saw something meaningful exchange between them, but I had no idea what it was. Cheryl placed her free hand on Brooke's lower back, steadying her. I already had the girl's ass cheeks spread with my own hands, so she was primed and ready. Cheryl guided my cock towards Brooke's ass, and I saw it flex and relax in anxious anticipation. I expected Brooke to tense up - the worst thing to do when having anal. The key to not only having anal sex, but ultimately enjoying it, is to relax. This is, of course, impossible for people to do if they're not used to it, and I expected Brooke to clench tighter than an airlock on the space shuttle. I was as surprised as I was wrong. The instant my cockhead touched her asshole she relaxed into putty. Cheryl, still holding my cock in her fist, began to guide me into Brooke's hole, and I watched, amazed as her flesh spread around the head slowly but smoothly. The head disappeared from view, but I was still a ways from feeling the strong muscular wall wrap around the crown in success. I saw Cheryl's hand on Brooke's back start to pull her back onto my cock, while simultaneously feeding my cock into her body. I started to feel the head slide past the last resistance of her sphincter muscle, just about to be completely lodged inside her, when Brooke slammed back against my pelvis taking me all the way inside her. Cheryl barely had time to get her own hand out of the way before it was pinned between us. Brooke stayed pressed up against me, pushing back against my hips. I could feel the back of her thighs resting on the tops of mine, and she started a long slow moan, that grew louder. She didn't move, didn't budge, but the moan grew to a wail. Suddenly her ass started to shake and quiver, almost as if she were vibrating herself into pieces. I looked at Cheryl, who just gaped. Brooke screamed, her hands clutching at the bedsheets, clawing at them and pulling them towards her chest. "Fuck me, fuck me now!" she hollered. I still held onto her hips and began to piston into her ass. Her screams grew even louder, and I began to seriously wonder if Cheryl's neighbors would think we were murdering someone. Cheryl, also alarmed by Brooke's caterwauling, moved around in front of her. She reached for a pillow and, then thinking the better of it, maneuvered herself in front of Brooke and held her face against her own chest. Brooke still grabbed at anything and everything within reach, and now that included Cheryl. Her hands grabbed ahold of Cheryl's waist, and pulled her body in every direction as she thrashed on the bed. "Fuck, fuck..." she panted. My cock slid in and out of her sweet ass, each time leaving just the tip lodged inside her before pulling her all the way back onto me. Just when it seemed like Brooke was coming down from her high, another orgasm hit her. Cheryl tried to hold onto Brooke from her end just as I was holding on to her ass from mine. Brooke suddenly arched her back, almost bending in two. From her direction, my cock was almost standing straight up into her body, and Cheryl used the opportunity to reposition herself from the awkward angle she had been in. Unfortunately for her, it also pushed her back up towards the head of the bed, so that when Brooke came back down from her arched state, her head fell into Cheryl's lap. Brooke's breathing was heavy, erratic. Her moans were still loud and she tried to muffle them on her own by pressing her face against Cheryl's stomach, thighs, and torso. She thrashed around so much it was difficult to get her to calm down. I reached around Brooke's tiny frame and found her pussy, sopping wet. The girl's clit was so hard it felt like a large pebble, and when I touched it she lurched forward... straight into Cheryl's pussy. And screamed. It was the best method so far to keep the volume down, so Cheryl held Brooke's head firmly against her pussy while I fondled her. The girl was tight - every part of her was tight - but limber. While she was thrashing around I saw that her hips seemed to be far more flexible than I first thought, so I raised one of her legs and managed to raise it to a point where I could rest it on my shoulder. Cheryl watched me in fascination, this girl screaming into her pussy and her ass being fucked, one leg spread straight out and up over my shoulder. It gave me a fantastic angle to fuck her ass and play with her clit at the same time. The more I did, the more she came. The more she came, the more she mashed her face into Cheryl's pussy. "Lick me!" Cheryl commanded in a voice that I could only assume was her coach's voice. I knew that Cheryl was unlikely to come again, it just wasn't like her, but I also knew she was enjoying taking control of Brooke. "C'mon," she said angrily. "Lick me!" Brooke started licking Cheryl, and apparently was pretty good at it. I could see Cheryl's hips start to move against the young girl's tongue. Brooke was starting to tire from her physical exertion, though, and her young body kept charging and discharging with involuntary multiple anal orgasms. She had very little ability to focus on Cheryl at all. I was running out of time as well. Every time she came she gripped my cock more tightly than the last. I didn't want this to end, I knew it was likely to be a once in a lifetime chance, and plowing this high school soccer babe's ass should be something that one should savor. I let her leg down so that I could more easily leverage my position. I started to feel that familiar feeling racing through my balls. "Oh yeah," I said, watching myself emerge and then re-enter Brooke's ass. "I'm getting close." I felt Brooke start moving her ass in little circles to help me along, and it started working. "Don't come in her ass," Cheryl warned me. I looked at her. "The deal was to come in her mouth." I felt Brooke's ass spasm around my cock at that, and I couldn't tell if it was out of fear or excitement. Either way, it worked. I pulled out and grabbed my dick. Immediately Brooke turned herself around and latched her mouth around my cockhead. "Oh, you are a dirty little bitch, aren't you?" I heard myself say. I don't know where that came from; that wasn't like me. But she muffled an affirmative around my cock, and started sucking harder. "Oh yeah," I said. "Suck me. Harder!" I demanded. "Suck it out of me!" She moaned with the effort, but obeyed. I took one last look at the situation I was in, this beautiful young jock-ette, blonde, lithe, and trying her best to get me to come down her throat. Cheryl was watching, her undivided attention fixated on the back of Brooke's blonde head. I placed my hands on my hips and let myself go. I unloaded my come into her mouth, placing my hand on the top of her head to guide her motions the way I liked it. When I had finished, Brooke looked up at me. She was covered in sweat, her hair matted against her face. Her entire body looked like it had just run through a carwash. She released my cock from her mouth and rested on the carpet, my cock still in her hand. She was slowly playing with it, looking back and forth from it to my eyes. Cheryl stood up and approached us. She rested her hand on the back of Brooke's head, stroking her hair gently. Brooke looked up at her. "Good girl," Cheryl said. The compliment had an air of discipline to it, of authoritarian fiat. Brooke said, "Thank you, Ms. Jean." Cheryl stood up straight. Even nude she commanded an air of authority. "I'm not the one who you should be thanking." Brooke looked at me. "Thank you, Dr. O'Connor." "You're welcome," I said. I didn't know what else to say. I tried to sound as unequivocating as possible. "Go jump in the shower," Cheryl said. Brooke stood up and went into the bathroom. A second later we heard the water running. I looked at Cheryl, and raised an eyebrow. "What the hell..." I began. I wanted an explanation. She smiled, and shrugged. "I managed to kill two birds with one stone," she said. "I knew you've wanted my ass since we met, and I figured out a way to let you have anal sex and teach that little bitch a lesson." "Do you really think she learned her lesson?" I asked, skeptical. "I told you," she said, crossing her arms and watching Brooke clean herself in the shower through the open door. "We have an understanding." "What the hell does that mean?" I asked, concerned. "Don't worry," she said, smiling. She turned to kiss me and reached between my legs at my now soft cock. "Everything is under control." I watched Brooke through the glass shower door as she soaped up her body, focusing on her pussy and ass. My cock began to grow. Cheryl lay down on the bed and spread her legs straight out into a "V." "Do me," she said. "It was fun to watch, and she was good, but I need the real thing." She lay back on the bed, her eyes watching me stroke myself hard enough to enter her body. I turned to look at Brooke, who was now watching us and playing with her own pussy. I grabbed Cheryl's ankles and held her spread open as I fucked her, my eyes never leaving Brooke. Cheryl watched her star forward as well, letting her own exhibitionist side get a workout. As I sawed myself back and forth inside Cheryl's body, I wondered what would happen next, what their understanding truly was, and where I fit into all of this, beyond just the sexually obvious. Asserting Authority I watched Brooke follow my cock in and out of her teacher's pussy, watched her fascination and lust. But I also saw something else, something more sinister behind those eyes. I began to wonder if Cheryl hadn't just underestimated this little minx and left herself open to more trouble.