A(s)/N: If you're offended by threesomes, this chapter may not be for you!

CPOV

I'm sitting at my desk, my pen mindlessly tapping against the stack of exams I have to grade. I can't focus. Not when every time I close my eyes I see Anastasia Steele kneeling in front of me with my cock so far down her throat that her mouth made contact with my pubic area. She really was a phenomenal dick sucker. The rumors were true. And here I thought all the writing on the boys bathroom stalls was just slander. I don't know how many times I had the custodians clean that shit up only to see similar garbage the next day. "Anastasia's tits are better than any on PornHub." "God lives in AS's pussy" "Her mouth belongs in the Smithsonian." I can't believe I now fall into the category of all these assholes. But all that shit was true. I feel like kind of a dick for only giving her a B, but she shouldn't get used to relying on her sexuality to get what she wants. It's a horrible habit to get into and a good way to end up on the poles. Although that might be where she's headed, regardless. God dammit Christian, why couldn't you just keep it together? Why'd you let her seduce you with those eyes and that mouth and that fucking mini skirt?

My gaze wanders from the test in front of me and onto my computer screen where my electronic gradebook is up and now reads that Anastasia Steele currently has a B plus in my calculus class. I smirk as I allow my fingertips to graze my lips. Now what are you going to do to keep that B plus, Miss Steele? I shake my head ridding the thoughts from my brain. No. Absolutely not. That can not happen again. Are you trying to get fired? Thrown in jail? I tap my chin weighing the pros and cons. Well she is eighteen… maybe it's only a fireable offense? No she's a student, regardless her parents could press charges. And something tells me that Raymond Steele would see to it that I was thrown behind bars for violating his precious Anastasia Steele. Regardless of the fact that she had fucked more guys than some college girls on spring break. And she was barely legal. My thoughts regarding Anastasia and that sinful mouth of hers are interrupted by my twin brother standing in the door jam of my classroom.

"Do you ever leave the four walls of this hellhole before five pm?" He asks as he strolls into my room, closing the door behind him. He grabs one of the chairs and sits on the other side of my desk, resting his feet on the wood and it does nothing but piss me off.

I knock his feet down and roll my eyes. "What do you want Elliott? I'm busy"

"Want to grab a drink?"

"I have tests to grade"

He narrows his eyes at me. "That Calculus test from yesterday?"

"Yep, and you better hope your boys pulled their shit together. Seth Johnson is looking down the barrel of a D if he didn't get at least a B on this exam... which means your precious starter is about to be benched for next week's game"

"Oh fuck that C, give him a break. Next week is our toughest game. I need my best player"

"Tell him to do his best fucking work then"

"Speaking of one's best work. How's Anastasia Steele doing in your class?"

I freeze slightly, her name sending a jolt to my dick that I wasn't expecting. "Fine" I shrug.

"Fine? You've been saying for months that she was 'wasting her potential' and now she's fine? How'd she do on the test?"

"She passed"

"Did she now?"

I nod as I look down at the paper I'm grading. Arielle Robinson, another perfect score. God she really is perfectionist. And one of the only girls that didn't bat her eyelashes so hard at me every time she sees me. It's truly refreshing. I circle the A with the words "Well Done" next to it and move to the next. I look up to see that my brother is still staring at me with the most smug expression on my face.

"What?"

"Remember when we were in high school, and you fucked that girl I was talking to-"

"Yes I remember, I was a shithead and it was ten years ago. What do you want from me? And it's not like she was your girlfriend. And if you remember, she came onto me, bro"

"Anyway, it seems history has repeated itself" he smiles and I shake my head.

"What on Earth are you talking about?"

"Seems your little plaything wanted a taste of the other Grey teacher as well"

My blood runs cold at his insinuation. What. the. Fuck. "What are you going on about?"

"Imagine my shock when I heard my baby brother, the straight-laced, Christian Grey let Anastasia Steele suck his dick because she bombed her calculus test?" I freeze, not knowing what to say in this moment and he continues. "Oh I'm sorry, that's not accurate. She didn't even take the test at all. So explain to me how she passed? I'm dying to know"

"You don't know what you're talking about" There was no way I was admitting to him that I let a student suck me off under my desk. But how the hell did he know?

"So you're telling me you didn't shove your cock down Anastasia Steele's throat just like all the boys in her class?" I don't say anything and he nods and I thinks he takes my silence as guilt. "Alright then" he chuckles. "But for what it's worth, little bro… her pussy is better" he says before he strolls out of the room like the arrogant bastard he is.

The bell rings indicating the end of fourth period calculus, also known as the most painfully hard forty minutes of my life. The entire time Anastasia was doing everything she could to draw attention to her mouth. Chewing on her pen, swirling her tongue around it like she did the head of my cock, biting her lip, running her tongue over it. I should have known she was planning to put on a show the second she took a seat in the front row. And sure enough, she had lost her panties again and between all of the mouth play, she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. And when I walked by her desk, I could have sworn I heard her let out a moan. This eighteen year old girl had more balls than most grown men. For some reason, it intrigued me. Maybe because she could suck the nails out of a floorboard, maybe because she was beautiful. Or maybe… just maybe it's because she was my student, I was her teacher and this whole situation was dangerous and risky. But all I know is when the bell rang and the students started to file out of the room, I requested that Anastasia stay back.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Grey?" She asks leaning over my desk giving me a clear view down her silk blouse.

"Take a seat Miss Steele"

"Oh, Miss Steele? Am I in trouble?"

"Depends"

"On…?" She asks fluttering her eyelashes at me.

"Did you tell my brother?"

She leans back in her chair and crosses one leg over another and again I'm rewarded with a view of her glistening folds. "So what if I did?" She shrugs. "What are you going to do, tell on me?"

"That was fucking stupid, Anastasia"

"Why? I wanted an A, he gave it to me. Unlike his brother who is clearly playing hard ball" she looks up in the air. "Was that a pun?"

"Anastasia-" I say, growing more irritated and more hard by the second.

"What? Oh relax, do you think your own brother is going to rat you out? Give me a break"

"It's not the point"

"Then make it, my boyfriend is waiting"

I chuckle. "Does your boyfriend know that you're sucking dick for good grades?"

"I think he'd admire my entrepreneurial spirit"

"Sure, sweetheart. The point is… you fucked him?"

"Jose?"

"My brother" I say, exasperatedly.

"Oh" she shrugs. "I don't see how that's any of your business"

"Why did you fuck him?"

She shrugs and has the nerve to look unfazed by my question. "He asked." She begins to pick at her cuticles. "He wasn't really into my Blow J's for A's platform"

I narrow my eyes at her. "Is that so?" I shake my head thinking about how this perky young woman with the bright young eyes that hadn't seen anything, but the mouth that had seen everything was setting herself up for failure. I shouldn't be encouraging this behavior. But God, did I want a taste of what was between Anastasia Steele's legs. Did God really live there? I wanted to find out. "Do I get the same treatment?"

She narrows her eyes at me and crosses her arms. "I believe you mentioned that my oral skills were only worthy of a B"

"I didn't think you were really applying yourself"

"Well I don't think you're applying yourself now"

"What does that mean?"

"It means if you want to fuck me, you've got to work for it" she says getting up from the chair allowing me one final glimpse of her pussy before she's out the door, the scent of her arousal still lingering in the air.

I spend the rest of the day on edge. The more I think about what happened during my fourth period calculus class the more irritated I become. That little girl is fucking with my head. I shouldn't be this pissed that one of my students won't let me fuck her, but I am irate.

She fucked my twin brother. We look exactly the same, if she could get wet for him then why not me. Not to mention she's starry eyed over Jose Rodriguez. I know I'd make her come harder that that little prick ever could.

I stand, running my fingers through my hair. My feet move on their own accord, pushing me out of my classroom and down the hall. I stop, and turn around. I make it all the way back to my door, before I turn around again.

The hallways are empty. It's usually my favorite time, when the noise and chaos of the school day ends, and for a few precious moments stillness takes over. Today, though, I barely notice, the chaos now raging inside my own head.

She's a student. She's a student. I chant as my legs push me forward. This isn't fair to the Arielle Robinson's of the world. The ones who work hard and play by the rules. This is wrong. I need to put an end to it now. I stop walking. Pinching the bridge of my nose I turn to head back in the direction of my classroom, but something catches my eye.

I walk over to the row of lockers, and one stands out. One with a red rose sticker placed squarely in the center of it.

I stare at the locker. And stare. And stare, before leaning my head on the cool metal, I inhale. Her scent lingers there, roses and sex. In that moment I know I'm going to hell, and the path will be paved with eighteen year old pussy.

Elliott's office smells like dirty gym socks and farts. My stomach rolls as soon as I cross the threshold. Teenage boys are disgusting. "It reeks in here," I say, dropping into the chair opposite him.

My twin shrugs, "You get use to it." He's hunched over, writing furiously in his playbook. His desk is a mess, stacks of papers and VHS tapes scattered here and there. The control freak in me is itching to organize it. Between the smell and the clutter, I don't know how he gets any work done.

Elliot was older than me by three minutes and he never let's me forget it. He's the easygoing twin. He was always athletic and adored by everyone. I am the one with the stick up his ass, I was the nerd. No one even realized Elliot and I were brothers, much less twins, until our sophomore year in high school. Puberty was kind to me. I got contacts, lost the braces, and suddenly there was another Grey brother that mattered.

Now, sitting in the boys locker room, it feels like history is repeating itself. "What did you say to get Anastasia to fuck you?" I blurt out. Smooth, Grey, real smooth.

My brothers hand stops moving, a slow douchey grin tips of the corner of his mouth and his eyes find mine. Dropping the pen, he leans back into the chair, his hands steepled under his chin, "Is my baby brother asking me to help him get laid?"

I roll my eyes, "I just don't get what you have that I don't. I mean you have a beer belly for fuck sakes."

He looks at me like I punched him, "I do not," he stands lifting his shirt. He doesn't, but his abs aren't as defined as mine, and if he insists on reminding me that I'm younger then I'll remind him that I'm better looking.

"Why did she fuck you?"

"I don't know," he grunts, plopping back into the chair, "I asked her to. I'm not an uptight asshole, I didn't rat her out to her dad. Take your pick."

"I'm being serious, asshole."

"So am I. Why do you care so much anyway? She a student. It isn't like you guys are going to ride off into the sunset."

"I don't want to ride off into the sunset with her. I just want to fuck her, plus sibling rivalry."

"So you're saying you were happy with the blow job until you found out I got to have sex with her."

I arch my brow in response. It wasn't my most mature moment.

"And they say I'm the competitive one." He chuckles.

"Are you going to help me or not."

"Give Seth an A."

"He didn't earn it."

"Come on Christian, I think we are past that."

"Fine," I huff.

"Okay here's what we're going to do."

APOV

I stare down at the piece of paper that Mr. Grey just tossed across my desk. The blaring markings of that bull shit red pen I know all too well staring back at me. F See Me After Class. I roll my eyes. Yeah I'll bet. The bell rings and I stay put as my classmates begin to file out of the room.

"You coming, Ana?" One of my friends, asks me. Sometimes on Friday's we ditch fifth period to hit the Starbucks around the corner and I'm sure she's thinking today was one of those days. She has her compact out as she touches up her lipstick. "I have a substitute next period, and I would kill for a latte" Lucky bitch. What I wouldn't do for a substitute teacher today… or a latte. My subconscious, which is beginning to sound a lot like my mother, pipes up. The list of things you "wouldn't do" is getting pretty short Anastasia Rose.

"Anastasia isn't going anywhere" Mr. Grey says from the front of the room. "Now I would suggest you get going before you're late to class, Leah. And I hope that when I stop by your fifth period, I find you in your seat" he says giving her a knowing look.

She huffs. "But Mr. Grey, you and I both know that it will just be forty minutes of a movie… and I have a test in sixth period, I need some caffeine to stay awake" she flutters her eyelashes and I resist the urge to giggle. My crew knows how to work the guys, I'll give them that.

"Class, Leah. I mean it." She stomps out of the room leaving me and my teacher turned lover alone in the room.

I don't say anything as Mr. Grey leans against his desk, looking me over. I feel like a gazelle being preyed on. Little does he know, I'm the only lion in this room. "Do you know why I asked you to stay after class?"

"Because you want your dick sucked?"

"Watch it"

I snort at his words. "Sure, Christian." I say and I know I'm riling him up. It's what I'm going for.

"Can we wrap this up, I have to get to class?" I say.

"Sure. I'll see you in detention, Miss Steele"

"What?!" I shriek. It's Friday, is he out of his mind? The last place I want to be after two on a Friday is this place. There's actually a list of places I'd rather be than here. Hell is one of them.

"You failed your pop quiz…?" He says looking at me as if the reasoning was obvious. "After I advised you, to study?"

"You mean this grade stands?" I ask my jaw almost to the ground.

"Yes Miss Steele" he says not looking up from his papers as he continues to grade. This asshole is starting to piss me off.

"Are you really going to flunk me now because I won't fuck you? You do realize you're playing with fire don't you?" I ask crossing my arms.

"Is that a threat?" He asks.

"An observation. You learned your brother got something that you didn't get and now you feel entitled to it as well." I roll my eyes. "Can't find a woman your own age? You have to bribe- or blackmail depending how you want to look at it a student to sleep with you?" I scoff. "Sad. But I'll bite because I want to go to Cabo. So fine, I'll fuck you in detention"

"You came to me Miss Steele, pantiless if I recall. You dropped to your knees and begged me to let you suck my dick"

"And that should have been enough to keep my B"

"Guess it wasn't" he smiles before turning back to his desk. "I'll see you at two fifteen, Miss Steele." And without another glance in my direction he adds, "You're dismissed"

I'm in the bathroom right after school touching up my makeup to get ready for today's after school activity. Just keep your eye on the prize Ana. Cabo. Jose in Cabo. Just two more weeks and then it'll be a week of sun, sex, and Smirnoff ices. It was so close I could taste it. So I made a deal with the devil and now he wants to collect. Deal with it. It's time to put on your big girl panties… actually no these need to come off. I pull my lace thong down my legs and slide it into my purse. I take one last look at myself in the mirror and shoot myself a wink. Let's do this.

I enter the room that is used for detention and I'm not shocked to see that the room is empty. I don't think Mr. Grey is ready to let the entire school know that he was exchanging good grades for sexual favors. Or hell, maybe it's just for me. I sit in a seat and begin to text Jose as I wait for Mr. Grey to show up. I'm halfway through telling him what I want to do with my mouth next time I see him when I see a hand in front of me removing it from my hands.

"Hey!" I say as I reach for it.

"No phones in detention, you know the rules Miss Steele"

"Right because we are really adhering to the rules of detention now. I'm sorry where in the rules does it say that the teacher running detention gets to fuck those that are being detained" I say crossing my arms.

He shoots me a dark yet panty-dropping grin and I hate my body's reaction to it. I already feel myself moistening, so I squeeze my thighs together in response. "Are you wearing panties, Miss Steele?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Get on the desk" he orders me. I saunter over to the desk in the front of the room and perch myself on it, raising my skirt just a little. "Lay on your back" he commands and I do so immediately. I hate that this whole situation has turned me into a horny little bitch but I can't help it. And right now I'm a slave to my hormones. And this man is more than willing to give me what I want. I feel the air hit my wet folds and I hear him chuckle. "Good. No panties." I'm shocked at what I feel next which is a long, slow lick through my folds. For some reason, I didn't expect this to be about me. Sure I knew he would fuck me, but I assumed he'd get off and I wouldn't. Jose would finish me off later. He always did. "Anastasia"

"Hmmm?" This man is trying to talk to me with his mouth on my clit? Jesus Christ, Grey. Get a clue. Shut up and lick.

"When my brother fucked you, did you come?"

"What?" I ask, immediately annoyed by his question, though my body still continues to climb towards its peak.

I feel his tongue ghosting over my clit gently before it's back inside of me, probing me. "Did he make you come?"

"No" I whimper out. My hands find his head and his locks are silkier than I expected.

"Good" he growls against me and I lift my hips slightly to meet his wanting mouth. God, he's like the Anastasia Steele of eating pussy. Guys have done this to me before but never like this. I feel myself clench and I know from many solo sessions that it means that I'm getting close. I feel the goosebumps begin to pop up all over my skin and the familiar feeling begins to take over my body. I pull hard on his hair, signaling to him that I'm close and he groans against me, sending vibrations up my spine and through my body.

"I'm going to come" I manage to breathe out and then I do. Hard. So hard that I wonder if I blacked out momentarily, because the next thing I know Mr. Grey is standing over me, with his dick out of his pants. "Holy shit, you're… really good at that"

"Language, Miss Steele" he says, but I see the humor in his eyes and the smile on his lips. "Open your mouth" I happily oblige given my state of complete relaxation after the best orgasm I've ever had and he slips his dick through my lips. Based on how I'm positioned, his dick hits the back of my throat easily and I open it up to accommodate him. "That's a good girl" he says and I moan at his statement. I hate how much his words affect me, but fuck it.

I feel his fingers ghost over my folds and then he's inside of me. I moan when I feel his fingers and when he pulls out I clench, as I feel the orgasm disappearing. Within seconds, I feel something different. It doesn't feel like his fingers, it feels like… I hear a loud smack as if it was a kiss and soon I realize that it's a mouth. From the angle I'm in, I can't tell exactly what's happening, but I do know that Mr. Grey and I are not in the sixty nine position given that I can breathe and if he was on top of me I would certainly notice it. What the fuck? I'm about to push Mr. Grey away from me so I can figure out who the fuck is licking my pussy when a tremor moves through me. God that feels good though. The mystery man, God I hope it's a man licks and nibbles on my clit, gently flicking it with his tongue. I feel hands pushing my legs completely apart, opening me up to whoever it is before I feel them going over what I assume to be the person's shoulders. I hear a groan and it sounds deep so I breathe a sigh of relief that it is a man. I feel his tongue everywhere before it settles on my clit. My hand blindly finds his hair and it feels different than Christian's but still silky and I begin to massage the scalp of the person giving me potentially another orgasm. I moan in response to him licking me faster and I begin to build again feeling myself quivering with need. Every hair on my body is standing up straight as I feel myself on the edge ready to jump. I let my hands move down his face, trying to figure out who it is who has his mouth on my pussy when I hear him chuckle.

"Trying to find out who I am, are ya?" I know that voice. He grabs my hands holding them down by my sides and I detonate. I'm vaguely aware that Mr. Grey is still in my mouth and I feel him groan in response to my orgasm. "Holy shit, bro she's a squirter" I hear. Bro? And I don't think he meant it in the 'bro' way. Bro as in brother! Coach Grey! These Grey men are DEAD. I'm thinking of all the ways I could kill these men and get away with it when I feel Coach Grey's tongue licking up the mess I supposedly made when I squirted. I feel his tongue on my thighs, my pussy, even as low as right above my ass. Okay the killing can wait. I whimper as I feel his tongue on me again causing me to build. I've been so focused on my orgasm and the source of my orgasm that I forgot about the Grey brother in my mouth and I begin to go to work. I reach my arms behind him to grip his ass and I squeeze. I feel him pulse in my mouth in response.

"Fuck, Anastasia" I hear him groan. "You should let her suck your dick. It's true what they say"

"Oh believe me, I'll get my turn today" I hear him say. I know I should be irate at the way these two men intend to use me as their own fucktoy but a part of it turns me on. They both want me so desperately that they are risking their jobs and their reputations for a taste of me. Damn, I know I'm supposed to be excited for Cabo, but maybe a week in rainy Seattle could have it's perks. I roll my eyes. No Ana. No fucking way. Get these A's and move the fuck on. I feel Mr. Grey's ass clench in my hands and I know that it means he's close. He pushes his dick further into my mouth and I almost gag when he touches my tonsils unexpectedly. Coach Grey has since pushed two fingers inside of me, working in conjunction with his expert mouth as he licks and fucks me. I feel the saliva pooling in my mouth as Mr. Grey begins to thrust harder not giving me a chance to swallow and soon it's dribbling out of my mouth and all over his shaft. His hands find my chest and soon I feel my shirt being ripped open. Neither of them have seen my tits yet and I have a feeling, like most guys, it'll take them a minute to realize that they're in fact very real. In the position I'm in, he can't remove my bra so he yanks the cups down and pulls them out over them. I hear both of their noise of appreciation and then I feel hands twisting and pulling at my nipples. I feel Mr. Grey begin to pulse again as he fucks my mouth harder and I know it's his hands that I'm feeling.

"I'm going to come, Anastasia. Hard." He warns, and a moment later the salty liquid shoots out of him and down my throat. I dig my nails into his ass, not caring about the moon shaped indents I'm leaving. His hands find his desk, one on each side of my head as he falls out of my mouth, his breathing one of the only sounds I can hear. He lets out a deep breath and then I feel his mouth on my right nipple. He sucks it deep into his mouth while his hand continues to play with the left. "You have fantastic tits"

"I know" I moan as I feel Coach Grey leave the area between my legs. Mr. Grey lets my nipple go, but not before grazing it with his teeth. I sit up on the desk, my back feeling a brief ache before I roll it out. "What was that?" I say looking back and forth between them angrily… but at the same time I can even hear the lust in my voice.

"Well, my brother and I thought we would need much more from you if you really wanted to keep those grades we gave you. I don't think one time is enough, especially since you can't put in the actual effort to study. And since my brother got to fuck you it only seems fair that I do to. I mean we are twins, we each always want what the other haves. Or it turns into a big fight." He chuckles and waves his hand around.

My eyes glance to Coach Grey, "I thought you didn't want my used mouth?" I ask him and roll my eyes.

"I changed my mind. Once I heard that you could suck dick like popsicles on a sunday… I figured I wanted to experience that for myself. I mean it is what all the guys on my team talk about."

"Whatever… what do I get this time?"

Both brothers look at each other and smile. "We will agree to give you an A… for the whole year, as long as you're still in our class next semester, and well, we do have that power to make it happen."

"The whole year?" I can't help the grin that spreads over my face.

I just have to do this once more and I'm set for the year in my two hardest classes? Hell yeah.

"The whole year…" Mr. Grey starts and the devilish smirk on his face though has me concerned. "But…"

But? Mother fuckers. I knew it would be too easy.

"If you want that A all year, you're going to have to do us favors as we ask for them. I think it only seems fair. Everyone else in this school studies, earns their grades the right way, and since you think that you're too good to put your nose in a book, you're going to have to earn the grade by pleasing us."

"You guys are assholes. You know that right?"

"Maybe. It's your call Anastasia." The way my name rolls off his tongue sends an extra pool of moisture between my legs.

"And if I don't, I fail right?"

Coach Grey pipes up, "You could try and, I don't know, study," he shrugs.

"Study?" I pout and I resist the urge to stomp my foot.

They nod, in unison. The fucking twin bastards are standing there with there hands dipped into their matching fucking Chino's, telling me I have to study or fuck them to earn my grade. It's like they never heard of the pretty girl rule either.

Study or sex? The million dollar question. And I have the million dollar answer. Believe it or not it's a no brainer.

"Alright, I'll do it. State your terms." I say crossing my arms which push up my breasts. I swear the two look like they're about to high five each other.

"Well, right now. You're going to let me fuck you while you take care of my brother. I'll tell your father how well you improved and that you're doing very well now, like you're a whole new person and starting to take things seriously. If you do what we ask, when we want them, you won't have to take any test or quizzes and you can go prancing off with your little boyfriend if you see fit. But I have a feeling he won't be able to satisfy you anymore though." Mr. Grey smirks.

I huff, and sadly, he might be right.

"How do I explain to my dad and my friends why I'm staying late all the time?"

"Tutoring." Coach Grey says simply.

I chuckle, "Like anyone but my father would believe that."

"Well, you better make them believe. Tell them you want to be more than a pole dancer when you grow up. That you want something more, maybe even something more than what your father wants you to be. Is it really that unbelievable that you want to do something with your life? College is just right around the corner."

Did he just give me words of wisdom as he's trying to blackmail me?

"Deal. So what do we shake on this or what?"

"No. Get on all fours on top of this desk. We'll make it official by fucking your pussy and your mouth."

I roll my eyes as I position myself on the desk. My ass hangs out towards Christian as Elliot walks in front of me, undoing his pants. He grabs my chin and has me look at him, "What did I tell you before? Do this with a smile on your face."

Elliot kicks off his pants as I feel Christian grab my hips. The tip of Elliot's cock teases my lips and my tongue darts up to lick off his pre-cum.

How is it possible that him and his brother taste the same too?

Christian is working his hands and massgaing my ass cheeks. I'm unprepared for the hard smack that he lays across my ass. I yelp at the sudden shock and sting, my head falls away from Elliots dick as he does it twice more.

"I've been dying to give this ass a proper spanking. God knows you need one."

"Oh, yes I've been very bad." I can't believe I just muttered those words out.

Who the hell have I become these last few days? Welp, there's no turning back now.

"Open your mouth back up, Ana." My head shoots back up to look at Elliot. His dick touches my lips again and I open my mouth, wide. Elliot brushes my hair back before inserting himself down my throat. While at the same time, Christian brushes my folds and slowly sinks himself into me, unlike his brother that rammed his way through.

Christian's fingertips dig into my hip bones as he starts to move. I grip the base of Elliot's dick and the edge of the desk to keep my balance. Christian is slamming into me so hard that I don't even have to move my head to move Elliot in and out of my mouth.

Elliots hand twist in my hair, tugging on it, causing me to moan louder. I never in my wildest dreams did I think that both of these men fucking me would feel so good.

"Has anyone ever claimed this, Anastasia?" Christian asks as he slows his thrusts and I feel his thumb brush against my rosebud. I shake my head, knowing my stuffed mouth wouldn't be able to give the proper response. I asked Jose to do it on our one year anniversary, but he refused. He said he didn't want to hurt me, but these two wouldn't bat an eyelash.

"Imagine that, Anastasia has a virginal hole, Elliot."

Elliot chuckles and forces me harder down on his dick. "That's quite the surprise…"

Christian's thumb traces over it again before I feel something warm and wet dripping onto my ass, spit, then he presses his thumb into the opening. I groan at the fullness.

"You like that don't you little girl."

"Mmm-hmm." I say around Elliots dick, slobber drips down my chin as he fucks my face while his twin slams into my pussy so hard, I fly forward, taking more of Coach Grey down my throat.

Christian's thumb in my ass pushes me closer and closer toward my third orgasm.

Three fucking orgasms.

I didn't even know it was possible to come that many times. My body is spent. My brain is numb. My knees are sore from the desk underneath me, but they keep right on fucking me.

Sweat dots my brow and my vision blurs. A shiver runs through my veins and I can feel my body shaking uncontrollably. I cry out around Elliot, but the noise is muffled by thick cock. "Holy fuck. I could watch you come all day," he says through clenched teeth.

"Best. Fucking. Idea. Ever." Christian grits from behind. I can feel him throbbing inside me. Elliot, slips past my lips, and my heart weeps at the loss.

"Look at me," Coach growls, and I obey without hesitation, "Smile." and again I do as I'm told as he releases hot come all over my face. I don't have a chance to react, because as soon as he steps back, Christian pulls out, flips me over, and drags my ass to the edge of the desk

He lines his long, thick, member up with my throbbing opening and rams into me. The squishing sound it makes, sets my skin on fire. My tongue darts out and I taste the come on my face.

Christian pounds into me for another minute or hour, I don't know. Time stands still and nothing else matters but the man between my legs, "Fuck Anastasia, " he growls, his nails digging into my thighs. He pumps into me once more before pulling out, shooting his seed all over my stomach.

Huffs, struggling to regain his composure, his semi-erect dick glisetening with my wetness. Tilting my head, I sneak a peek at the other man, Coach also looks like he just finished a marathon. I can't help the ridiculous giggle that slips past my lips. The sound tired, yet content.

"What's so funny, Miss Steele," Christian pants.

"This is the easiest A I've ever earned in my life."

One Month Later

"Babe," Jose says handing me a cold Smirnoff Ice, as we sit on the cool sands in Cabo, Mexico. "That was the single greatest turnaround since the Cavs came back from a 3-1 deficit in last years playoffs."

'I don't know what that means," I grin, "But my private sessions with Coach and Mr. Grey worked miracles for my grade point average."

"I'll say," Jose says frowning, "I've got calc next semester and I'm totally screwed. You think you can tutor me?"

I bite down on my lip to suppress a grin, "Don't worry about it babe. I'm sure I can work something out with Mr. Grey."

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