Jezabelle and Marissa worked diligently, their tongues gliding over the sticky warmth inside his boxers and around his wick and balls., their faces pressed close together. Their movements were unrelenting, never hesitating as they slurped and licked, their breaths hot against his dick. The taste clung to their tongues, thick and lingering, but neither of them showed any signs of stopping.
When all the liquid was swallowed, Marissa lifted her head, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. For a split second, there was a flicker of unease—was she about to do that? His mind flashed to Aiden Finn's infamous post-soda burp—the kind that followed downing an entire can of cream soda in one go, never pausing for breath—culminating in a victory belch so loud, it rattled the room.
But Marissa did no such thing. She was a classy girl... a fully naked girl committing oral in a very public place in the academy, surrounded by numerous onlookers—but a classy naked girl, nonetheless. Instead, she simply ran her tongue slowly across her lips, smearing the remnants around her mouth with almost delicate precision. There was no grotesque display, no over-the-top theatrics—just a quiet, satisfied murmur as she savoured the lingering taste.
"It's not bad at all..." she said with a low, amused laugh, her voice oozing with confidence and dominance, as though every word were a command. She savoured the taste, her tone thick with pleasure, as if she were addicted to the sensation of it lingering on her tongue.
"He's absolutely delicious!!" Jezabelle declared, her voice dripping with satisfaction, each syllable relishing the taste of the goo she'd just swallowed, a hint of obsession in her words, as though she couldn't get enough of the sensation.
Jezabelle slid her hand down, moving with deliberate slowness, her fingers curling around the last remnants of goo and saliva. She gave it a seductive swirl around his balls, the slickness gliding smoothly beneath her touch before she flicked her wrist with a flourish. The motion was practiced and controlled, drawing attention to every deliberate gesture. She ensured a generous scoop of the slippery mixture coated the top halves of her fingers, the viscous substance gleaming under the light.
With a playful grin tugging at the corners of her lips, she extended her hand, holding it out like Winnie the Pooh with honey dripping from his paw—her fingers poised and ready, or like someone wearing the Infinity Gauntlet for the first time, a look of sweet, almost innocent anticipation sparkling in her eyes.
Kneeling before Chadwick, she looked up at him, her hand slick with saliva and goo. He couldn't quite tell what she was planning. His gaze flickered with intrigue, clearly enjoying the playful tension as she grinned, relishing the moment. What was she going to do with that hand?
She began to rub the saliva over her exposed breasts, her breath hitching as a loud moan escaped her lips, a clear sign that she was thoroughly enjoying it.
Marissa mirrored her movements, scanning the scene before standing up slightly. However, instead of continuing, she runs her hand—slick with Chad's boxer goo—between her legs, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. Meanwhile, Jezabelle removed the swimsuit from his mouth and pressed Chad's face into the saliva on her breasts, holding it there with a smirk. Without hesitation, Marissa shoved his face between her legs, guiding him to lick. But, just as quickly, she pulled his head away with a mischievous giggle, her eyes sparkling and a teasing smile playing on her lips as she said in her waifu's voice, "Nuh-uh... not yet Daddy Chad, teehee~! You'll just have to wait just a bit~!" Her voice, dripping with playful allure, sends Chad's wick into overdrive, his heart pounding as he tried to process the charm in her smile.
Jezabelle leaned in close, her lips nearly brushing Marissa's ear as she whispered, "Mmm… that was absolutely delicious. And to think—that was just his excitement goo." She paused, letting the words hang in the air before trailing a finger along Marissa's arm. "Imagine how rich, how intoxicating his cum will taste…"
Hearing that, Marissa practically bounced off the walls, her body jittering with anticipation. She was so eager to taste it that her hands trembled slightly, her wide eyes sparkling with excitement. Every inch of her radiates enthusiasm, as if she can't contain the rush of thrill coursing through her.
They dropped back onto their knees in front of Chad—a position they're getting way too used to—and eyed his now saliva-goo-free boxers, courtesy of the girls. Then, their focus shifted to the chewed gum pieces lurking in his boxer briefs: a bright pink one clinging to the side of his leg, a white one plastered to his shaft, and a black one hopelessly tangled in the pubes of his balls. The flavour of the black gum is anyone's guess… burnt toast? Goth tears? Maybe tar? Treacle? Who knows?
Jezabelle carefully picked each piece of chewing gum out with her hands. The one that's slightly stuck to his pubes, though, she has to delicately pull out with her teeth. My, she's gentle, but as she tugged, a few of his pubes came with it. Yet, Chad is so pumped with adrenaline, he doesn't even feel the tickle.
A surprised laugh escaped Jezabelle. 'I always wondered where boys put their used chewing gum... never in a million years did I think they'd shove it into their boxers, right next to their junk! Most girls... just stick it under desks.'"
Marissa glanced at Jezabelle, a knowing look in her eyes, as she anticipated what was coming. "But... we... aren't..." In perfect sync, they both said, "…Most girls…" their voices tinged with a kinky laugh, perfectly mirroring his waifu's tone.
Jezabelle eagerly shoved all the pieces of chewing gum into her mouth, her eyes lighting up as she mixed the bold colours together, chewing with a soft hum of enjoyment. "Kinda spicy and salty... I like it," she said, her voice low and teasing as she passed Marissa the gum she had picked from his boxers. She continued chewing, savouring the mix for a moment, her lips parting slightly as she rolls the gum around her mouth. With a playful smirk, Jezabelle added, "Now, let's put it back."
Marissa nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with mischievous excitement. Her lips curled into a knowing grin as she spits the gum back into Chad's boxers, the action swift and playful. There was no hesitation in her movements—just pure confidence and the promise of fun. Jezabelle stepped closer, her body language filled with anticipation. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she leaned in, the soft gum now a playful tool in her hands. Her fingers move slowly, deliberately, as they wrap around his member and trace up and down in a steady motion. She can feel it sticking slightly as her hand glides with purpose, making sure to cover every inch of his member. The slow, almost sensual motion of her hand contrasts with the quick, sharp movements that follow as she picks up the pace, making sure each rub is deliberate. Marissa watched with an almost amused satisfaction before she stepped in, her energy shifting to something more assertive. She took over, her actions quickening as she indulged in the playful yet sticky situation.
Chad's eyes fluttered closed, a deep moan escaping him as his voice thickened with need. "Oh, Alixia... my waifu... I'm gonna show you... show you exactly how... how... good... I'm gonna... shoot..." His words tremble with barely contained desire, each breath shallow and strained, his body fighting to stay in control as the overwhelming pleasure surges through him.
Jezabelle's hand delivered a swift, sharp strike to his balls, halting him just before he was about to shoot. "Oh no, you don't... mister…" Her voice is thick with playful menace, laced with the power of control.
His eyes fluttered open once more, his gaze immediately locking onto the topless swimmer and the naked girl standing before him. His breath hitched, still overwhelmed by the sight, and he was unable to shake the awe that gripped him. Even though they had stopped him, the sensation of power still pulsed around his dick, hot and alive...