Hitting a speed bump...

You really ought to have felt spent, or winded or something after the marathon of fucking you had engaged in today but after finding such burning resolve while balls deep in an ecstatic, squealing young Jennifer you felt positively charged with can-do energy.

Like, "the fun is over and the serious life-changing fucking is about to begin" sort of energy and resolve.

Life-changing for whom? Well, that remained to be decided.

"Ooooh~ Baby... You really know how to ring my bell." Jennifer gasped, slowly sitting up from the cum-slick bathroom tiles and watching Tamara sensually suck her girl-juices off your heavy length with hungry-eyed intensity. "Are you sure you didn't slip me more than just that massive cock?"

"Ha! Like I'd ever need to change a damn thing about you, Little Girl." You barked in abject amusement, basking in the feel of Tamara's oh-so talented warm wet buttery-soft lips wrapped around your girthy shaft. "You were already hard-wired this way before we met."

Which was only just this morning, that seemed so long ago now. Long ago and kind of stupid but now you had a plan and a direction in which to turn your fast fomenting power. Ah well, young dumb and full of cum and all that jazz. It wasn't like you haven't enjoyed it after-all.

"Huh, maybe... maybe not." The cheeky dark-haired nymphet smirked that mischievous smile back at you, looking about as coy as the cat that got the cream "I just know what I want and I'm not afraid to go after it. Oh wow, Tamara looks even hotter with your giant dick stuffed down her throat."

She posed for a moment, her dark bangs framing her smoldering emerald eyes, her big endlessly perky tits bare and glistening with your smeared spend, naked but for the short tartan skirt bunched up around her hourglass waist. All that firm milky flesh out on show in a curvy little playmate package far riper than any girl of her barely eighteen years should rightfully possess.

"Faaark~ look at you..." You growled, your eyes feasting on her smorgasbord of preening schoolgirl sex appeal. "I don't know what's making me harder, the sight of you or Tamara's talented tongue."

"She's that good?"

"Of course she is. I made her that good. The very best." You smirk, running a hand through Tamara's long autumn curls and admiring a golden streak. "And she loves it, don't you, Tammy?"

"Mmmhmmm~"

The hummed affirmation from the teen bombshell worshiping your stiffening meat strummed a delightful shudder up your spine and Jennifer gnawed on her plump bottom lip as her silky soft thighs squeezed together in wanton excitement.

"Just knowing you can do that..." She panted, her eyes locked on your thickening length where it vanished into warm moist nirvana. "You can do more, right? I want to see it, I want to watch you do more..."

"Well, get dressed then, Little Girl. As much as I am enjoying all this attention, I have a certain Latina bitch to put in her place."

You meant it too. Tamara's hot and willing mouth was like a cocoon of pure bliss. The expert way she swirled her tongue over your bulging tip and suctioned the shaft would have brought any other man to their knees in tearful gratification.

But you were not just any other man anymore. You were John Doe, something entirely new after your tragic stint in hospital, emerging as something more than a mere mortal man.

"Little Girl, is it now?" She asked, standing to all of her five feet nothing in height and resting one hand on her curvaceous hip with a wicked grin.

Hell must have been missing its sexiest naughtiest imp because you were one hundred percent sure you were staring at it.

"I call them like I see them." You returned with a leering crocodile smile of your own, not even trying to hide the way your eyes roamed all that succulent pale schoolgirl flesh.

"Then maybe I should call you Master..." She crooned back, pouting playfully. "Or perhaps you'd prefer Daaaddy~"

The sweet girlish lilt she put on the last word caused your cock to lurch between Tamara's full pink lips even as she eagerly milked a surge of pre-cum down the back of her tight throat. Jennifer must have been watching for the reaction because she let out a gleeful giggle.

No, not an imp, this spicy little tart was a goddamn succubus!

"Get dressed, little Girl. Before I bend you over my knee and fucking spank you!"

"Promises, promises Daddy..."

Class was back in session when you returned to touring the high-schools hallowed, if somewhat musty, halls with nary another soul in sight.

More the pity, you mused to yourself, because the three of you together cut quite the figure. Striding past closed classroom doors hip to hip with your muscular arms wrapped around the small waist of each heart-stopping hottie.

Tamara was now a total smoke-show worthy of any Parisian runway with sleek shapely legs that went on for country miles, a bra-busting rack that defied Newton's second law and a face so bright and beautiful it could stop air traffic. Even without high heels she strutted at your side, brimming with enough new confidence to sell a man a bridge. She had gone from a mousy little butterball to dynamite teen beauty queen that utterly destroyed the ten out of ten standard ceiling by skyrocketing to a fucking twenty.

"So where are we headed? Do we know where Katrina is hiding?" Tamara asked, her big baby blues glittering with fresh malice at the chance to show up one of her long-time tormentors.

One happy consequence of her drastic change in build was that her uniform fit her in an entirely different fashion than before. The extra foot in height, a complete loss of any extra padding and the isolated growth spurt in her perfectly globular tits meant her normally drab school uniform of a white blouse, small neck tie and pleated tartan skirt looked like it belonged to her younger, smaller sister.

Her inflated chest strained the blouse buttons to their outer limits and her diamond hard nipples poking through the cotton put the lie to any notion of a bra. Her skirt hung at a suggestive angle off her slimmed down hips and her superb legs had lengthened to the point where the bottom hem only brushed the tops of her creamy thighs. An errant breeze could probably start a riot by way of a scintillating panty flash.

"Well, that raging cunt won't be hiding in any of the girls bathrooms."Jennifer sniggered, clinging to your arm opposite Tammy, "Master's predilection for fucking in those is making the rounds pretty quickly."

That was another thing. The thermonuclear little sex-bomb rubbing her soft swaying tits into your right bicep was unearthing hither unknown ways to push your buttons at a frankly alarming rate. You had to order her to stop using the D word after she had coaxed you with it to fill Tammy's flat belly with a torrent of your boiling man-seed in an embarrassingly short amount of time.

Well, not order ordered. You suspected that the incorrigible sex fiend would have creamed her non-existent panties if she had actually provoked you into flexing your power on her. You might have been worried by the intangibly intoxicating effect she had on you if you weren't supremely assured that you were in total control of this budding partnership.

Jennifer clearly knew it too, moreover she reveled in it but it didn't stop her from prodding, the insatiable little brat.

"Oh, we will find the bitch. Have no fear, girls." You said, moving your hands down their firm hips, up under their skimpy skirts to grab handfuls of their bubbly asses and squeeze hard, latching onto the succulent flesh there possessively.

One heavenly soft and yielding. The other taut and toned with smooth rounded muscle. Both were incontrovertibly yours.

"Whatever you say, Maaaster~..."

"Oh yes, John!"

Then you turned a corner only to stop short when confronted with the surprise appearance of the school's Headmistress and Principal Hellgrave. The elderly woman drawn up to her full stately height with her gunmetal gray hair pulled back into a strict bun and her amber eyes colder than a Siberian winter.

"The three of you will accompany me to the head office." She commanded coldly in a voice that brooked no argument. "I have some questions about some very disturbing occurrences today which Mr Doe is going to answer."

"Nah, I think we'll be on our way..." You began in a laconic drawl when she cut you off with a snarl.

"Silence! This is my school and I will not be ignored or taken for a fool."

You bristled at her tone, ready to serve her a blistering mouthful before blasting the ancient crone into mushy brained submission but Jennifer gripped your arm tight and spoke up before you could.

"Yes, Mrs Hellgrave." She intoned in a practiced refrain. "Right away, Mrs Hellgrave."

With a sniff, the old disciplinarian turned on her heel and marched away with her knife blade of a nose stuck high in the air. So she expected you to follow like some spineless whelp did she?

Frowning down at Jennifer you found her beaming back up at you with that evil glimmer in her gemstone gaze.

"You did just say you were going to clean up the school, didn't you D- ...Master?" She purred huskily, her vicious smile was all sharply bared teeth.

Huh. You had said something to that effect, so why not start at the top?

"Alright girls, let's see what our esteemed principal wants from us."

You never much cared for Mrs Hellgrave's authoritarian style of administration anyway.