The Taste of Power Play

"It seems like our little Daddy Chad is getting a bit too excited over a piece of chewing gum. Time to get rid of it," Jezabelle said, as she stared at him.

She grabbed it firmly, her claw-like fingers grazing against his length, teasing the sensitive skin as she tugged the gum away with a slow, deliberate pull. Her nails lightly dragged over his balls before she finally lifted it away, the touch lingering just long enough to make his breath hitch.

With a sultry smirk, she ripped the gum in half, the movement unhurried, almost tantalising, her fingers playing with the sticky strands before passing a piece to Marissa. They locked eyes for a brief moment, an unspoken exchange of mischief and intent passing between them. Then, in perfect synchrony, they slid the gum past their lips, their tongues curling around it as they began to chew, savouring the lingering taste of Chad's Wick scene.

"We aren't like most girls," Jezabelle murmured, her voice rich with seduction, her gaze hooded and knowing.

Their eyes never left Chad's, pinning him in place with their unwavering stares—sharp, playful, hungry. A smirk tugged at her lips before she leaned in just slightly, her voice dropping to a slow, teasing purr.

"When we have something in our mouths that we like the taste of..."

"We swallow it," they finished in perfect unison, their voices thick with sultry amusement. Their eyes bore into him, unblinking, unrelenting. Without breaking that intense stare, they tilted their heads back slightly, throats moving in sync as they let their halves of the gum slide down effortlessly, their throats bobbing with a slow, exaggerated gulp—every movement deliberate, every second drawn out, never once looking away.

Without a moment's hesitation, they shoved him back, forcing him into the cold, unforgiving wall at the bottom of the stairwell. With swift, deliberate movements, they yanked his boxer briefs down to his feet, the fabric sliding over his skin with a soft rustle. They stood close, their smirk deepening as they locked eyes, voice low and teasing, "Let's get a really good look at that."

In the background, the girls from the academy erupted into deafening cheers and excited squeals as his boxers were finally yanked all the way down. A chorus of high-pitched "woo's," surprised "oh my god's," and enthusiastic "yesss's" filled the air, their voices rising in a wave of approval.

The air buzzed with excitement as some clapped, others shouted in eager anticipation, and a few even howled with joy. The raucous applause echoed, punctuated by jubilant cheers, as the crowd eagerly absorbed the unexpected scene unfolding before them. Jezabelle and Marissa turned to look behind them, unaware of just how massive the crowd had grown. The academy girls, previously obscured by Jezabelle and Marissa blocking their view, hadn't gotten a good look at his dick. until the other two girls finally pulled his boxers down completely. With both of them standing there, the only thing they could see was the back of a naked girl and Jezabelle's swimsuit, awkwardly worn backward and clinging to her frame. As the girls stepped aside, the onlookers were granted an unobstructed view, their gazes fixed on Chad's very erect dick... standing tall and proud, drawing even more gasps of approval.

From the moment the ladies of the academy first laid eyes on Chad, they couldn't stop dreaming about him—night after night, each imagining what his body might look like, especially his dick. And now, they were seeing it! A memory they'll treasure forever. Whenever they feel down or lost, they'll just think back to this moment, seeing Chadwick's D, and everything will be right in the world again.

Chad's eyes widened as he noticed the group of ladies fixated on him, their gazes locked on his D. A wave of embarrassment washed over him, and just as he began to move his hands to cover up, Jezabelle stepped forward, grabbing his wrists with a firm, unexpected grip. Marissa, standing beside her, quickly joined in, both women now restraining his hands, preventing him from making any move to hide. Jezabelle's voice cut through the tension, sharp and commanding. "Don't you dare cover up!!" she said, her tone filled with an intensity that made him freeze."

They slowly released their grip on his arms, their fingers lingering for a moment before they fully let go. Chad, now left with his arms free, fidgeted nervously, his hands trembling slightly as he desperately tried to find something to do with them. He glanced around, unsure where to place them, his mind racing. After a brief pause, he finally settled them, reluctantly resting them at the sides of his hips.

All the Academy girls stared in awe at his dick, their gazes lingering, drinking in every inch with breathless fascination. Their lips parted slightly, as if caught in a trance, chests rising and falling with slow, uneven breaths. A hush fell over them, the weight of their collective desire thick in the air.

Marissa and Jezabelle stood proudly at his side, their smug smiles curling like silk, effortless and knowing. Every tilt of their heads, every flicker of their lashes seemed to taunt the others, their body language whispering to the world, This trophy was ours to enjoy right now and for us alone. Jezabelle's fingers ghosted along his arm in a slow, teasing caress, as if to remind everyone exactly who had the right to touch him.

A few of the Academy girls edged closer, unable to resist, their hands trembling with the urge to reach out. Their breaths hitched, eyes dark with longing. But before they could make contact, Jezabelle's gaze flickered with possessive amusement. With a slow, deliberate push, she kept them at bay, the corners of her lips curling with wicked satisfaction.

When they all took a good, thorough look at it, the two elite pro swim team girls moved in on Chad, kneeling before him once again. They then turned to the Academy girls with an expression that said, "Watch how the pros do it."

As Jezabelle's lips trailed down toward Chad's erect wick, she looked up at Marissa with a mischievous grin. "Ready when you are," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Without further hesitation, Marissa took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking gently as she began to bob her head up and down. Jezabelle followed suit, wrapping her lips around the base of his shaft and starting to stroke up and down in time with Marissa's movements.

In perfect unison, they wrapped their lips around his shaft, sucking gently at first, their tongues swirling around it with deliberate, tantalising motions. Alternating between the two, they seamlessly shifted from using their lips and tongues to the sensation of their fingers, sliding in and out as they stroked and squeezed in a steady, synchronized rhythm, intensifying the pleasure with each movement.

Jezabelle sealed her mouth around his dick, her lips sealing tightly as warm saliva coated every inch of it. Marissa, meanwhile, eagerly licked his balls, her tongue gliding over the sensitive skin, leaving behind a slick, glistening trail.

"Feels better than wanking over a waifu pillow, does it not?" Jezabelle said in his waifu's voice, her words dripping with teasing affection, as her voice lingered in the air like a seductive melody.

She chuckled softly, leaning in closer to Chad, her breath warm against his ear. Jezabelle placed a hand on his chest, her fingers trailing over the smooth skin, feeling the warmth radiating from him as her palm rested against his heart. Slowly, with a slow, deliberate movement, she pushed her breasts against Chad, feeling the pressure of her chest against him. Chad, as if on instinct, grabbed her breasts, his hands acting like a reflex honed from countless hours spent with his Waifu pillow. Meanwhile, Marissa continued her task, sucking intently, her focus unwavering as she worked in rhythm.

After a while, they switch, and Jezabelle attempted to outdo Marissa with her sucking, while Marissa guided his hand across her naked body, caressing him everywhere. She leads his hand to various parts of her body—from her thighs to her butt, breasts, and finally between her legs, where she is neatly groomed.

Chad couldn't believe a female body could feel this way, with such heightened tactile sensitivity around the boob area, every shift and touch sending waves of sensation. His waifu pillow, although busty, had breasts that were merely a 2D flat graphic, lacking any real feedback or depth. These swimmer girls, on the other hand, had all sorts of firm, well-defined curves, their bodies soft yet toned, with smooth, delicate lines that seemed to invite touch.

Just when Chad thought he couldn't take any more, he felt his balls began to tighten, signalling that he was about to cum. In one final moment of bliss, he erupted into Jezabelle's mouth. He doesn't know how much, but it felt like a lot.

Jezabelle quickly gestured for Marissa to take over and put it in her mouth next, fully knowing he hasn't finished yet, shooting two or so more loads in her mouth as well.

Their grins stretched wider as they leaned in closer to Chad, a wicked glint flickering in their eyes. With sultry grace, they parted their lips, revealing his cum filling their mouths, dripping from their tongues, coating their teeth, and spilling over the edges of their lips. They turned around in perfect synchrony, opening their mouths again to show the onlookers the impressive amount they had received from Chad—a deliberate flex to highlight the substantial load they had made him shoot. They exchanged another slow, lingering glance before swallowing every last drop of his cum.