Delivering Homework

"You were in such a hurry to leave, you forgot your bag in class," she said, after you came into Haley in surprise and came back to your senses. Haley was sitting above the water with no shame about her body, but you were petrified to move with Miss Angela here. "The principal gave me your address and you left the door open."

You glanced to see that both the front door and the patio door were wide open, the front door having not been properly closed as you assumed it had been before. Haley jumped out of the pool and landed akimbo as she grabbed a towel and gently wiped down her hair, making no attempt to cover up her dripping body. "You didn't bring my bags, did you?" she asked.

"No."

"Good." She walked inside and you felt a churning in your stomach as water dripped all over the kitchen floor in her wake.

"Do you want me to just set this bag down," she said of your bookbag, in her possession. You just nodded, afraid to get out of the pool. "Okay then." She set it down and turned around.

Your stomach churned some more as she was almost out of your grasp. "Wait!" you shouted, as you began to climb out of the pool. She turned to face you and smiled as your naked ass climbed down and you quickly bounded towards the towels.

You covered up as she smiled. "I already saw you naked this morning. When you fucked that student in class." She smiled wider when you winced at her coarse language. "I do say fuck, John. In fact, I was wondering if you wanted to fuck me."

"Yes," you said. No waiting. No question. This was your moment. You dropped your towel and stood there as she looked down at your cock.

"I'll wait until you're ready," she said, having just watched you ejaculate into another student of hers. She turned around and entered the house where your eyes shot up widely at the sight of your mother and naked Haley talking in the kitchen.

"...and then Miss Angela showed up and I guess that was enough to get him to squeeze his baby batter into me!" she said, joyously as she spoke to your mother. "Speak of the devil," replied your mother, as you had a towel once more wrapped around your waist.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Miss Angela Tuttle," said your homeroom teacher, shaking hands with the woman who introduced herself as Erin Doe. "I see your son is adjusting nicely."

"She was just supposed to give me a ride, and then she took off her clothes and jumped in the pool and this was only supposed to be for school and I said you would be..." you began to speak a mile a minute before Erin reached forward to calm you down.

"Relax, you did the right thing. She's a beautiful girl. Will you be staying tonight, sweetie?" Erin asked of Haley.

Haley shrugged. "I have a party to go to, but I'll come back after. Or John can come with me." She looked over at you, as did Miss Angela and your mother.

"N-no" you said. "You can stay at your party. I'll see you Monday. I- I want to sleep with Miss Angela."

"Well, okay then," said your mother with a harrumph. "I guess that's settled."

Haley may have shown a split second of hurt, but it washed away as she gave you a quick peck. "See ya later, lover!" she said with a wink, before pulling off your towel and sashaying into the backyard for her clothes. Miss Angela and Erin continued to chat and roll their eyes as you covered up and went to find another towel or some clothes. "John," your mother said, "when you get decent, please mop up this floor." She was a bit perturbed by all the pool water on the kitchen tile from Haley.

Haley left, the floor was cleaned, and Miss Angela went up to your room. "I'll be ready whenever you are, sugar," she said, depositing her clothing piece by piece on the staircase up to your room.

"John," your mother called out to you as you were collecting Angela's clothes, "I just want you to know I'm so proud of how outgoing you're becoming. When you had your heart attack six months ago, and the doctor told us about this disease, I was so scared that you wouldn't be able to follow his recovery plan. When you wouldn't let your sister and I even touch you those first couple days, it hurt my heart. Now that you're freely sleeping with Caitlin and this Haley and your teacher and me and the other girls at school, it's just..." she stifled a tear, "I have hope now. Now go fuck that teacher!"

After a quick hug from mom, you rushed up the stairs and to your open bedroom door. Lying on your bed, on her side, was Miss Angela Tuttle. "Ready so soon?" she teased, as you eyed from her redhead to her redlap, a sprinkling of light, rosy-colored hair that did not obscure what was underneath. You closed the door behind you as you approached the bed, undoing your belt and slipping down your pants. Your boner made a noticeable tent in your boxers. "How do you want me?" she asked.

"On all fours," you replied, pulling your cock out over your boxers, which you then decided to slip off.

"Nice," she said, as she slid up on her knees and grasped the sides of the small bed. "It's nice and wet for you," she said, as you confirmed this with your hand, trying your best to massage her as well with some light fingering. She moaned at the foreplay, as you jerked yourself a little.

Her legs spread a little wider, indicating, perhaps subconsciously, that she wanted more than just the three(!) fingers rubbing in and out of her. "C'mon, big boy..." she groaned, or something to that extent, in between animalistic utterances.

Without much ado, you rubbed your cock alongside her dripping pussy, teasing it as you poked just a little bit within her folds. Anxious for more, she pushed back, swallowing the full girth, and let out a "there we go" at the pleasure of it. She was gyrating, pulsating now, as you pushed back, and pulled forward, or vice versa. Basically, you were fucking her. Your juice-covered hands gripped the sides of her fairly large ass, as you enjoyed the view of you slipping in and out, but your mind was going foggy. This was a good fuck, with you taking the lead and Miss Angela getting fucked.

It was over in due time. Not too quickly, no interruptions, and Miss Angela seemed to enjoy herself before you had a chance to cum. You thought of cumming into her ass, but maybe you'll reserve that for later tonight. She collapsed in sweat and smiled, as you stood back and looked at her gaping entrance, semen leaking out onto the bed. She flipped over and spread her legs once more. "You like that? You like filling me up, John?"

You might have nodded yes, before she leapt up, grabbed you, and pulled you in for a kiss. Your twin bed barely fit the two of you, but she made it work with a close cuddle.

As you drifted off to a mid-afternoon nap, you heard the door gently knock. "Come in," shouted Miss Angela, before you had a chance to stop her.