8. She cums again with you (+2 to cum inside)

As her orgasm finishes, you thrust as deep as you can inside her and let your own climax loose. She moans again and you feel her pussy bear down on your for a second time. The feeling of your cock twitching against her cervix is enough to send the overstimulated student into another climax.

You pump another load into her, imagining she’s joining Nikki in the club of women carrying your children. You know she won’t, yet, but the image is still so hot to you. In 18 years, you want a whole crop of your offspring coming to Mesa, whether or not they know they’re related to the principal.

You groan and withdraw your softening cock from Adrianna’s pussy. You look around. Adrianna and Nikki are both bent over your desk while Eva is sprawled out in one of your chairs. The room reeks of sex. You grin. A few days ago you never could have imagined having three women, all fucked into oblivion at your hands, spread across your office. But now that was just your life.

Slowly but surely, the girls begin to stir back into life. Nikki looks at you with something new in her eyes. She knows you’re going to be the father of her child in her heart, as much as she’ll assure her boyfriend that he’s the reason she’s finally knocked up. You and she both know your superior seed got there first. Eva and Adrianna collect their clothes, distracting themselves by kissing occasionally. When they’ve finally gathered themselves they look back at you. Both of them come over and kiss you on the cheek.

“Thank you for keeping us out of trouble, Mr. Spear.” Eva smiles at you

“Of course girls. Anytime you think you might get in trouble, you should come here. I’m happy to keep you on the straight and narrow.”

The two girls smile at each other and then back at you. They slip out of your office happy. You look back at Nikki.

“We both–” she starts.

“We both know.”

“What am I going to tell my boyfriend?”

“That it’s his.”

She nods. “I guess yeah.”

You go over to her, “don’t worry, this doesn’t have to stop our fun.”

She blushes. “I don’t know, we probably should.”

“We’ll see how you feel tomorrow morning.” You kiss her head and pat her ass.

She looks up at you, blushing even harder. She gathers herself, straightens her clothes and slides back out to her post outside your office. You open a window, hoping to vent some of the evidence of your afternoon. You straighten the office and sit back down at your desk.