Sex Education: The Locker Room

Christie tried to go deeper but gagged and pulled back against his hand. "Ow, Jason, don't do that," she said when she broke free.

"Oh, sorry babe, I was trying to get you deeper." Jason responded apologetically.

"It's ok, just...let me do it." Christie went down on Jason some more and got a little deeper than last time but gagged a little more.

Jason reached for her ponytail and grabbed hold and pulled it back a little bit. Christie moaned a little in pleasure as she lifted her head from his cock and smiled up at him. She started to stand and lean in for a kiss when Jason stopped her.

"Oh babe, can you keep blowing me? Please? It feels so good." Jason pleaded.

Christie's face dropped a little but she responded in the affirmative. "Oh yeah, ok, I thought you wanted a little more." She did a little sexy dance in front of him.

"Yeah in a minute, but you're so good at blowjobs. It feels so damn good, just a little more baby please."

Christie smiled at the compliment and got back down on her knees. "Just don't cum baby, I wanna fuck you first."

Jason nodded and she went back to work. She tried even harder now going up and down fast and gagging on his cock. Jason moaned and grinded his hips pushing his cock farther into her mouth.

"Oh baby, yeah. Just like that baby." He moaned as his hands fell to her tits. He started pinching her nipples and kneading her boobs. Christie moaned as she pushed her chest into his hands and kept sucking his cock. She came back up to his head and jerked him off faster.

Harrison was still matching her strokes and couldn't believe Jason wasn't going to cum. Harrison himself was about to explode, and he didn't have the tongue of a beautiful eighteen year old blonde soccer player working his dick.

Harrison's disbelief was answered with a loud groan from Jason as his toes curled, and cum overflowed from Christie's mouth, still wrapped around him. She responded with a muffled gasp.

She ripped her head off him and spit his cum onto the floor. "Jason what the fuck!" She yelled as another rope of cum shot from Jason't cock and hit her in the face. She stared at him in disbelief as a final two shots of cum landed on her chest and his own legs respectively.

"Oh fuck, sorry babe but that felt so good. I couldn't help it." Jason grabbed Christie and pulled her up into his lap and kissed her long. She resisted at first, but then giggled a little bit as she succumbed to his kiss.

Harrison was biting his bottom lip trying not to make a sound. He didn't know how he was still standing as there was so much blood in his engorged cock there couldn't be much left for his legs. He didn't realize that making out with someone while his cum was on their face was something he wanted, but it was now a permanent feature in his fetish box.

"Alright baby, my turn." Christie said with a devilish smile as she crawled off Jason's lap.

"Uhhh, actually, I don't really do that." Jason said timidly.

"What do you mean? I just sucked you off for like 15 minutes." Christie said in disbelief.

"Yeah, and that was great, but, like, chick's like blowjobs. Guy's don't really like eating out pussy."

"That's not fair!" Christie started to argue but quickly resigned. "Fine, just fuck me then. Can you do that at least?"

"Well....I just came. So I'm not really hard anymore..."

"Oh fuck you, get the fuck out of here!" Christie yelled at Jason as he pulled up his jeans over his now flaccid penis. Harrison watched in shock as he hurried out the door unphased with Christie's insults.

"Selfish fucking piece of shit." Christie muttered to herself as she walked over to her locker. She pulled out a towel and started wiping the cum off of her chest.

Harrison peeled his eyes from the fuming blonde to look at the clock. It read 4:40. He had been shoved into this locker for over an hour at this point and his legs were starting to cramp. He shifted trying to get some blood flow potentially out of his cock and into his extremities, but he must have shifted the wrong way.

His hamstring seized up in a horrific Charlie Horse, and Harrison instinctively kicked his foot out in an attempt to straighten his leg. All this resulted in was his foot slamming into the locker door with a clang.

"What the fuck, who's there?" Christie whipped around and looked in Harrison's direction.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," Harrison thought through tears as he tried to massage his leg. He closed his eyes and said a quick prayer for her to write off the noise, but when he opened his eyes she was standing right in front of the locker trying to peer through the slats.

"Why is this zip tied?" She questioned to herself, "Is someone in there?" She directed at the locker.

This was happening, Harrison had to say something. He took a deep breath before squeaking out through a grimace: "H-Hi, can you h-help me please?"

"What the fuck?! Who is that?! How long have you been in there?!" Christie jumped back and grabbed the towel off the bench and wrapped it around herself. She reached into her bag and pulled out a set of keys. She reached for the zip tie then froze. Her face got beet red as she thought about what this meant.

She looked up at the slats of the locker with anger burning in her eyes.

"What and how much can you see out of this?" She spat out venomously.

Harrison's first instinct was to lie through his teeth.

"Nothing nothing, I saw nothing. I closed my eyes. I swear. I didn't see anything." He was speaking a mile a minute, and he wasn't very convincing.

Christie went to work on the zip tie, and it didn't take long to cut through with her keys. She opened the locker and Harrison spilled out. His legs were so cramped he could barely stand by himself, so he fell to the floor in front of her. Jeans around his ankle, cock still fully erect.

"What the fuck, why are your pants down? WHY ARE YOU HARD?!" Christie stepped back in shock and anger.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I put the basket in here, then Chase came in and shoved me in the locker and locked it, then you started coming in and I was going to call out for help but everyone started getting undressed and I thought I would just wait until the janitor came, but then you came back halfway through practice, so I was going to ask then, but then you started getting undressed, and you're like really hot and--"

"Stop stop, STOP." Christie cut him off. "So you can see out of that. That means you saw..." She trailed off as her shock changed to embarrassment.

Harrison shrunk down even smaller at her feet.

"Y-Yeah, I'm so sorry, but you're so hot and I didn't know what to do, and I know it's not my place, but Jason is an asshole and you don't deserve tha--"

"Shut the fuck up, you have no right to call Jason an asshole. You're the fucking creep that spied on us. That's fucking against the law or something, it has to be. And I don't deserve that? You don't know a thing about me dude. You sound like some nice guy creep that's about to say you can treat me so much better."

Christie's arms were crossed as she tore Harrison down. Her belittling of him seemed to be calming down her anger and embarrassment, as Harrison reacted in a way that showed he knew it's what he deserved.

"No no, I wouldn't say that. You're right, it's so fucked up what I did. I'm so sorry. I'm no better than him. I won't say anything, just let me go. Please. I'll never talk to you, I'll never look at you again. I'll never say anything, I promise."

Harrison was pleading for his life now. If this got out, not only was what little social life he had over, but he could go to jail.

"You're goddamn right you aren't going to say anything. You've been-" Christie cut herself off. She repeated, "You aren't going to say anything. You aren't going to tell anyone about what happened here."

"I'm not, no." Harrison repeated, nodding his head up at Christie. He was still on his knees begging.

Christie's face changed from an angry grimace to a devilish smirk. She grabbed the top of her towel and untucked it from itself, letting it fall to the floor. She crossed her arms below her tits and stood above Harrison, completely naked, legs shoulder width apart in a power stance.

Harrison, bewildered, instinctively dropped his gaze from her eyes to her lifted tits, to her pussy which was now inches from his face. It was glistening slightly, and the manicured tuft of golden hair above her clit was reflecting the incandescent rays from the ceiling lights.

"Eyes up here creep." Christie spat, and Harrison locked his eyesight back into hers.

"Now I don't know you, like at all. But I know you're shy. And I know Jess says you're a pretty alright guy. That doesn't mean much to me, but it does mean that I believe you won't say a word of what you saw here today."

Harrison was nodding along, half relieved, half anxious for what was coming next.

"What I also know," Christie continued, "is that I'm pretty fucking pissed off about being used by Jason without any favors returned. I ALSO know that in this exact moment you will do exactly what I say."

Again Harrison confirmed with a vigorous nod of his head.

"And what I'm just figuring out is this powerful, ownership... I don't know dominatrix thing i'm feeling right now feels pretty fucking good."

Harrison's nods slowed, but he kept tentatively agreeing.

"So here's what we are going to do. You're going to get me off. Right now. And you are going to promise, right now that you aren't going to say a fucking word. To anybody."

Harrison stopped nodding his head but kept his eyes locked with Christie's.

"Promise me" Christie demanded.

Harrison nodded, "Yes of course, I promise I won't say a-"

Christie cut him off by taking a step forward, putting her hand on the back of his head, and pushing his face into her pussy. Harrison jumped in shock for a second, but instinctively started licking between her lips. Her knees instantly wobbled as she let out a little moan and grabbed his hair.

She started grinding against Harrison's face and rubbing her clit against his nose as he stuck his tongue inside of her.

"Holy fuck," she muttered as her other hand went to the back of his head as well. Harrison got himself a little more comfortable by getting onto his knees. He then grabbed Christie's ass, a cheek in each hand, and pulled her hips into his face more aggressively.

Harrison sped up his tongue work on Christie's clit as she became more and more vocal. He gripped his fingers into her flesh, and spread her ass cheeks apart in circular motions in rhythm with his licks.

"Yes, yes." Christie moaned as she moved her hips in sync with Harrison. She got steadily louder as her cunt got wetter and wetter. Harrison was intoxicated by the taste of her juices and kept lapping up her sweetness.

Christie's knees were wobbling hard at this point and Harrison could feel her pussy contracting with the coming orgasm. With one particularly strong lick against her sensitive clit, Christie yelped and pushed her crotch forward a bit too far. Harrison lost his balance on his knees and fell backwards as Christie lurched forward and fell on top of him.

Harrison found himself on his back with Christie straddling his face. Without hesitation she started riding his face grinding back and forth. Harrison just stuck his tongue out and let her do the work.

While she moaned and rubbed her clit against his nose, she balanced herself with one hand on the ground and the other pinched her nipples. Harrison looked straight up through her golden mound and watched her kneading her tits and pulling on her nipples with her eyes tight shut and her mouth hanging open.

With his hands now free, he started jerking off his diamond cock. He couldn't help himself and was stroking his shaft from tip to stem as fast as he possibly could. As he was getting closer to cumming, he unconsciously started moaning into Christie's cunt.

This vibration caused her to have an explosive shaking orgasm. Her head shot back and she let out a high pitch scream as her thighs tightened around Harrison's head. Juices gushed from her hole and filled his mouth and nose as he continued to eat her out as best he could. With her crotch driven into him and her gushing pussy, Harrison thought for a moment that this was the way he was going to die.

And drowning in the pussy of an eighteen year old blonde soccer babe didn't seem like a bad way to go.

Before Harrison had the chance to succumb, Christie did loosen her thigh's grip on his head. The whole ordeal had lasted less than 5 minutes. She let out a deep breath and giggle before she turned her head and noticed Harrison still jerking his cock.

"Wow wow wow, you better not fucking cum." Christie commanded as she hopped off his head and kneeled beside him. "You've pulled on your little cock enough at my expense."

Harrison instantly stopped, took his hand off his dick and held up both hands as if to say, "All done."

He leaned up on one arm and looked expectantly at Christie. Waiting for his next command. Christie looked down at him with a look of surprise on her face.

"Wow you really just stopped masterbating? I thought guys couldn't stop once you've started."

"What? Who told you that?" Harrison questioned.

"Multiple people. My ex Alex used to say that once a guy gets going like jerking off or fucking or whatever then if you stop it hurts until you cum or something. I've hooked up with Jason a couple of times too and he's always said something similar." Christie was still kneeling next to Harrison and looking down on him on the floor, but she no longer had the domineering approach she did before.

"I think they were just assholes." Harrison responded. "I don't know anything about Alex and don't want to speak to that, but based on what I saw Jason do to you, I think he's just taking advantage of you to get what he wants. Guys can stop at any time. Sure it's hard sometimes when you're, like, really into it, but I've found it feels even better when you finally...you know...release. If you've been building it up I mean."

"Huh." Christie said, with a little bit of embarrassment. Her eyes glossed over as she entered into thought. "That piece of shit."

Harrison couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. It wasn't in a condescending way, but more of a way to ease whatever tension he felt. "Yeah, I'm sorry. Guys are dicks."

Harrison looked at Christie, and couldn't help appreciate her beauty. He had known she was sexy as hell, of course, but that was entirely driven by lust. Now, laying here looking at her glowing post-orgasm mouse-y face and tousled up hair, he couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.

Christie re-focused on him. Her lip curled up and her eye glinted a little bit. Then her eyes broke contact with his and went down to his slowly softening cock. She cleared her throat and spoke with a little more authority.

"Well, I am not going to take care of that, and neither are you while you're here. You can finish yourself off when you get home, but you better fucking think about me while you do it. I'm still your master." She smiled.

"Oh I'm going to think about this for a long time." Harrison responded as he started pulling up his jeans. "I've never eaten anyone out before it was fantastic!"

"Really?" Christie said in honest surprise. "I mean I'm not surprised you've never done it before, but I wasn't expecting you to enjoy it." She stood up and picked up her towel.

"Yeah it was great. I mean I can't imagine not enjoying making a beautiful girl cum. No matter how it's done."

"Huh, well I guess I'll have to test that theory with my next commands." Christie smirked at him.

Harrison's eyes went wide and his face went redder than a tomato. She was really getting into this dominatrix thing, and Harrison was into it too. At this point in his life, he would do anything she said.

He had never really flirted before, if you could call this flirting, so he had no idea what to say to that. He didn't have to though, because before the pause became pregnant they heard voices coming towards the door. They both looked at the clock. 5:32.

"Shit, you can't be here. Get back in that locker. I won't lock it." She shoved him towards the wall and he clambered in quickly. She shoved it closed just as Janet was walking through the doors.

"Jesus it's hot in here. Why's it so muggy? And it smells like sex." Janet said to no one in particular.

"Yeah Christie, why's it smell like sex in here?" Jessica asked with an eyebrow cocked as she walked in with a wrap around her ankle and some of the other soccer players.

"Oh I took a long hot shower. You're feeling better then? How's the ankle?" Christie answered and tried to change the subject quickly.

"It's fine," Jessica responded, still with a smirk and cocked eyebrow. "Was able to get back out for the last, like, 20 minutes. Shower you're all sweaty though?"

Christie ignored her as she turned to her locker to get dressed. Jessica and the other girls started to strip down.

"How's Jason?" She asked pointedly.

"Oh fuck him, he's an asshole." Christie glanced over at the locker Harrison was silently watching from.

Jessica laughed, "I told you." Then headed to the showers as well.

Christie was once again the only one in the locker room. Harrison could see the showers and could watch the vast majority of the naked eighteen year olds laughing and soaping their bodies up, but instead he chose to watch Christie put her clothes on.

She knew it too, because as she tossed her dirty jersey, shorts, and towel into the laundry basket she looked his way, stuck her tongue out and winked. She then flashed him the thong she had been wearing that day in her hand and tossed it in with the other laundry.

Once she left, Harrison focused his attention on the girls showering and getting dressed. He rubbed his cock a little more, but it wasn't nearly as hard as it had been with Christie.

Once all the girls had left, he crept out of his locker quietly. He dug through the laundry and pulled out the pink thong that Christie had left for him. He tucked it into his pocket and took the rest of the clothes to the laundry room.

His video game and movie plans for the evening were going to have to wait for tomorrow, because he had a much better film playing in his mind that he was going to want to watch over and over again.