Fast Talk and Homecoming

We all froze in place after Mr.Grayson's shout. The goody-two-shoes schoolboy inside me that had never even gotten detention before quailed in fear.

The silence was broken when Hanako slurped her tongues out of Annie's pussy. "Ahem. Miss Davis here, was assisting me with a project for extra credit and my letter of recommendation to my alma mater." She declared like my slowly softening dick wasn't still inside her.

"At nearly seven in the evening? Tanaka, the building is empty and locked up, did you bother to tell anyone you were here?" He seemed more exasperated and annoyed than truly pissed. His eyes glided over our naked forms without comment. Thank you, mind control aura! "I suppose Mason was needed too?" He sighed and dragged a hand through his receding hair.

The vines holding Annie in place uncoiled and plaited themselves back into a single braid. Causing Annie to let out a tired mewl as she rolled to the side. "Yes, his assistance was critical." Hanako shivered when I pulled out of her. "Is it really that late? I swear I checked the time a few minutes ago—"

"Aww man, what the fuck is this shit? What happened to the floor!?"

The janitor, Mr Reynolds, had slipped past all of us and was standing next to the hole Hanako had sprouted from. He rubbed a hand from his bald head down to his chin. "I am not gonna sweep this shit up. How deep is this hole!? Motherfucker!"

"Arnold, watch your language in front of the students! We talked about this."

"Everyone in here is a god-damned adult and it's technically after my shift, so I'll fuckin' say whatever the fuck I want, Roland!" He huffed heavily and trudged out of the room. "I'll call a tile guy I know tomorrow, I'm goin' home." He yelled back.

Mr. Grayson seemed to have aged a decade in the last minute. "Does anyone want to give me an explanation for the hole in the floor?"

I raised a hand. "Uh, I dropped something heavy?" Gah! I hadn't been in trouble like this in almost ten years! Not since Mom— Nope. Don't think about it.

"You dropped something heavy."

"Yessir."

"Is that another piece of school property I need to have replaced?"

Fuck he's good! "Ah...well. You see..." Sam grabbed my arm. The android mimed blowing me then made a kissy face. "No! Absolutely not!" I hissed at her. Stella was one thing, but Mr. Grayson was far too nice to do that to.

The vice principal sighed. "Right." He clapped his hands together and pointed them at Hanako. "You only aren't fired yet because it's the end of the year and Arnold had a point about everyone here being adults." If she wasn't already, I was sure she would have turned green. Sickly pale green and neon pink flowers started budding in her hair.

He pointed at Annie, who had hid behind the desk after the yelling had started. Then at me. "Annie, Mason, you two are some of the best students I've ever had. You have one more chance to offer a reasonable explanation for the damage, or you'll be spending the last weeks of your highschool career in detention and depending on the extent of the damages, a fine."

Annie and I looked at each other in panic. Oh no. My eyes flicked from Sam to the vice principal and back. The, in hindsight perfectly reasonable threat, felt like a **** sentence in that moment.

Before either of us could open our mouths to stick our feet into, Hanako acted.

The flowers in her hair rustled in an invisible breeze, a cloud of glimmering pollen flew into Mr.Grayson's face. He hacked and sputtered, but the cloud stuck to his head, forcing him to breathe it in. He slowly relaxed, his expression calm and sleepy.

We all gaped at Hanako, who looked even more surprised than us. Though, also slightly out of breath and the flowers were withering into husks.

"Oh good, that worked! I mean, of course it worked. I knew that would happen."

Annie immediately went to write down this new ability.

Sam waved her hands in the dazed man's face. "Did you hypnotize him?"

"I believe so, yes."

I was fascinated. "Is this temporary? Can you give him commands or is he just stunned?"

Hanako slid down from the desk and walked up to him. "He should wake up in a few minutes, you see how the pollen is dispersing? He'll be free from the trance after that. I'm unsure on how I know that, however." She grabbed the hypnotized man by the chin and tilted him so she could meet his eyes. "Roland Grayson, the situation has been resolved and everyone has been punished accordingly." Her voice gained an ethereal quality and Mr.Grayson's eyes shined green. "There is no reason to inform anyone else of this matter. You will go home and relax with your wife."

The pollen around his head flashed and melted away like morning mist.

Mr.Grayson blinked a few times, his face clearing. "Ahem. I'm glad we worked this out. Now, we all need to head home. Alright? All right." He nodded at each of us and strode back out of the room.

My shoulders lost their tension and I sighed in relief. "That went well." Hanako swayed in place with her eyes scrunched closed. I caught her and she rubbed at her temples. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, that took a lot out of me. I had to maintain constant control over the pollen." She kissed my cheek and smiled at me. This close, I realized she looked barely twenty-one now, faint lines and faded acne scars had vanished from her face.

Our lips met and we shared a kiss. Though it lacked the passion I felt with Annie or even Sam, more friendly than romantic. She pulled back and hummed. She nodded. "Yep. Still mostly lesbian." She ran a thumb along my flaccid cock. "This is fun to play with, however." She grinned and stepped back to her desk where Annie was writing down her observations. They entered a discussion on the potential implications of hypnosis and the psychological or chemical mechanisms behind it.

Sam sidled up to me and tutted at my erection. "Can we really call your dick Magic if it can't even properly convert a lesbian?" She shook her head with mock disappointment. "Such a shame."

I rolled my eyes and jabbed a hand in the designated tickle spot in her side. She cackled and swatted at me to defend herself, an expectant smirk on her lips. I gave her what she wanted and folded her legs to her ears to pin her arms in place so I could fuck her soaked pussy. "Yesyesyes!" She squealed. "Finally!"

The little voyeur had spent the last however long teasing herself as the rest of us fucked, so I was happy to give her a turn.

Bouncing a bratty android with every step, I walked over to see what the two scientists in the room were up to. I raised an eyebrow at their plans to get funding for a proper lab and a generous research grant. A doodle of Annie standing in front of a couple lit Tesla coils was scrawled in the margins.

"Really? I guess it's better than immediate world domination."

Annie squeaked and hid the notebook in her cleavage. I blinked at the pink ripple on her sternum the book had melted into. "No. You cannot tell me you have a titty pocket dimension." Even Sam and Hanako had frozen at the sight.

The bimbo perked up. "Actually I do! I figured it out this morning!" She smiled proudly and bounced on the balls of her feet. With a flash of light each time, a pen, a notebook, and an apple appeared from her within her cleavage. "Isn't it cool!?"

Hanako poked a vine inside, although there was no light. "Hmm, seems you have to activate it yourself?"

Annie squirmed as the vine continued its exploration. "Yeah and it only works if my boobs are pressed together, nothing happens if they're spread apart."

"Is there a limit the the space inside? Can you store living things or electronics?" Hanako leaned in so close I was afraid she would try to climb inside.

"It's like a big purse or small backpack. I put my phone in earlier!"

She reached in again and pulled her cellphone from her booby box. It instantly started ringing and buzzing. She eeped and fumbled a bit before she answered it. "Heyyy Mom! My phone died and— I'm still at schoo— No I..." She hunched in on herself as a tinny voice continued berating her.

We left her to handle that for the moment. Her mom was a very sweet but flighty woman as Annie described her. She must have been worried sick. Wait. Did Annie not tell her mom where she spent the weekend? By the look of the contrite wince on her face, probably not.

Hanako scribbled on a torn piece of paper and handed it to me. "Here's my phone number, email, and address. We'll continue this later, maybe come visit me this weekend." Her manic grin returned and a chill went down my spine. "Over the summer, I'll get in contact with a few people who would be interested in this project of ours. Then we can really figure this out!"

I nodded, excitement building in my chest. "I look forward to it." We shared a grin and Sam shivered around me, still squeezing on the cock inside her.

"—kay mom, I'll be home in twenty minutes." Annie sighed and slid her phone back in her glowing cleavage cubby. "Mason, can you drive me home? My mom is like an hour away from calling the cops."

"Oh, shit. Let's go!" Sam hopped off of me so I could find my clothes.

The four of us cleaned up as best we could in five minutes. The hole in the floor we left alone after sweeping up the worst of the dust.

Hanako blushed at the sticky puddle of nectar next to her desk. "I'm sure that can be mopped up!" She locked the door and bustled after us. Weighed down by the bundle of clothes in her arms, along with a messenger bag full of her notes and the camera. She didn't even try to put any of her clothes on. "Do I even need clothes outside of cold environments?" She mused.

We split up at the parking lot, Annie and Hanako sharing one more kiss before we headed to our cars. "I'm really glad I could share this with you Ms.Tanaka! You're my favorite teacher." Hanako was struck dumb and blushed purple to the tops of her breasts.

Annie was dropped off without incident. An older red-headed woman opened the door and dragged her into a hug. Sam and I waited a minute and relaxed when Annie texted us a thumbs up emoji.

We drove home. I wonder how Dad and Stella are doing?

Sam and I were greeted by a cacophony of manly grunts and high-pitched squeals, intertwined with heavy thumps. Well, I guess that answers my question about Dad and Stella.

Sam snickered at the noise. "I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, eh?" She elbowed me in the side. A particularly shrill cry rang out. "He must be really taking her to poundtown!" She grinned at me and slid a hand down to play with herself.

"Hang on, let me eat first. Lunch was a good seven hours ago."

The android scoffed. "You puny fleshlings and your needs. So inefficient!"

She still skipped after me and watched as I reheated some kind of pasta dish Stella had written my name on. Idly kicking her feet from her position sat on the counter.

The noises had stopped and Dad walked into the kitchen with an easy swagger, shirtless with a pair of cotton shorts and fluffy dog slippers Mom had bought him one Christmas. He clapped a meaty hand on my shoulder and pulled me into a man-hug.

"Hey Mason! Thought you were at a friend's. I see you found your dinner." He glanced at Sam curiously. "Who's this young lady?"

Huh, he's the first one to notice she's a person at first glance. Still under the perception filter though. He's an engineer, he should be all over an android as advanced as Sam appeared to be.

"I'm Sam! Nice to meet you, your son has been fucking me really well!" She grinned widely, leering at my dad's muscles. "I see where he gets it."

I choked on nothing and Dad patted my back as he chortled. "Hah! That's my boy. You can call me Ben." He pulled me into a headlock and whispered. "What happened with that Annie girl? Is this one a rebound?" He looked honestly worried. I felt warm and pushed aside a touch of bitterness. Where was this concern when I tried to confront him about Stella?

I got loose from his hold on me and rubbed my neck with a mild glare. "Actually, Annie and I started dating this weekend. Sam is—"

"His personal fucktoy!" She crowed.

I sighed. "That."

He blinked owlishly as he processed that. "Well, as long as everyone is a consenting adult I have no objections." He glared at me sternly. "You better not make me a grandpa before I turn fifty!" He ran a hand over his more-salt-than-pepper hair. "I don't look like grandpa material yet!"

Stella glided into the room, a slight limp in her left leg and a serene smile gracing her face. "Don't worry sir, I believe the term for you is a 'Silver Fox'." She kissed his stubble and he pecked her on the nose. The maid giggled as he whispered something in her ear.

He tucked her into his side with a fondness I'd never seen. My heart twisted and loosened in confusion. I was glad my Dad was happy, but it still hurt seeing him with a woman other than Mom. Even after so long.

The microwave beeped and I turned to my food. Tuning out the conversation as Dad and Sam got to know each other. I hummed in surprise at the taste.

"Is the meal satisfactory, Master Mason?"

I jumped in place and swallowed. "Yes! This is fantastic! I'm more than satisfied."

She smiled brightly at my praise. "Thank you, Master. I had limited ingredients, I'll need to head to the grocery store tomorrow. I've started a list and an initial budget for the week's meals. Let me know if you have any requests or objections." She bowed her head and bit her lip.

"Yes, Stella?" I asked when she remained in front of me, shifting nervously.

She blushed. "I wanted to thank you for assigning me to Master Ben. He was so gentle, but forceful when he knew I needed it!" She swooned like a schoolgirl. "He played my body like a fiddle~" She cooed with a dreamy smile.

I raised my hands. "Okay! You are very welcome, I'm glad you found fulfillment in your work." She nodded happily. "Continue serving him to the best of your ability, I don't need to know every detail."

She curtsied, her heavy bosom straining her top. "As you command, Master." The maid smirked at the sudden bulge in my sweatpants. "Just know that my body is always eager to serve your needs as well!" She spun and trotted off without another word, hips swaying.

Shaking my head at my life, I got back to eating. Mmh! How did she blend so many spices together? And the pork is so tender! Best maid. 10/10 would warp a woman's mind and body beyond recognition again.

The little worm of guilt at what I'd done to Stella was buried by how well she was taking it. The maid nearly glowed with joy and actual love for my dad. Everyone's happier this way.

I joined everyone in the living room, smiling at Sam and Dad discovering a mutual love for Star Trek and sci-fi horror movies. To my chagrin, I found myself sharing a commiserating look with Stella.

They cheered together when the **** Cube or whatever was blown up. "Nerds!" I coughed.

Dad chuckled and Sam smacked me with a cushion without pulling off my dick. "Heathen! Philistine! Luddite!"

I bucked my hips and gave her a searing kiss to end the tirade. She moaned into my mouth and squeezed on me as I came. After a whole day of Sam blowing me and Annie riding me during lunch, fucking infront of my Dad was nothing.

Stella said something in a low voice and strutted to the hallway. Glancing back with a smoldering look at Dad. He sprang up from the couch like it was a sprinter's stand and swung the squealing maid over his shoulder.

"Night, kids! Don't stay up too late now!" He smacked Stella's pale ass and ran to his bedroom. Soon, ecstatic cries and grunts echoed throughout the whole house.

Sam giggled into my neck. "So, shall we retire to the bedroom?" She nuzzled into me as I lifted her, my shaft still lodged in place.

"We shall, indeed."

Soon, we tried to compete with the noise from the other room. I think all of us won, except maybe the neighbors.

I fell asleep as the big spoon. Sam rolling her hips in a gentle rhythm on my cock.

"Sweet dreams, Master~" My android murmured as she drifted off into her own sleep mode.