Is wild

Giving you a quick hug, Katenya dashes off down the left stairs off to find Jennifer. Or that's at least what you're assuming. Walking over to the railing, you look down onto the sunken living room. There were twelve teens in the living room, and the three guys were in swimming trunks while the girls were in a variety of one- and two-piece swimsuits.

The double doors going out to the pool area were propped open, and the music was coming from there.

"Now that I have all our kings' and queens' attention. Let's tell them what we do with girls like you," announced the DJ as Maroon 5 started to play. Of course, Jennifer hired a DJ, you muse.

Descending the stairs to the living room, you could see more teens in the kitchen and out back by the pool. Doing a quick count, there were more than 40 teenagers at the party so far. Given that Jennifer said a +1 was welcome, you figured about half the team, both varsity and junior varsity, was at the party.

You saw that a whiteboard had been set up, and party rules were scribbled on it.

What happens here stays here; parents need to know nothing.

Change in the bathroom. There was an arrow pointing where to go.

If you're going to drink car keys, go to Conseula. NO FUCKERS LEAVING DRUNK.

No fucking in bedrooms marked with a stop sign.

No means no—learn it, live it.

Have fun

Already in shorts and a polo, you didn't need to change. You were looking around when, over your shoulder, you heard, "Yo, Mr. C."

Turning, you saw Doug, one of the male cheerleaders, wander out of the kitchen holding two bottles of beer. The cheerleader nodded at you as he headed out back, handing off the brew to Howie, who was working the grill.

All of a sudden you feel a hand settle on you shoulder and a female voice purrs into your ear,"Soo much teen pussy on display. Bet it makes professor hard, wanting to fuck them all."

Turning, you say, "Only the ones who are 18..." Whatever else you were going to say fizzles away as you take in Conseula. Calling the "housekeeper's" bikini a swimsuit was pushing it. The bottoms barely covered her bare slit, and the top may have covered her nipples, but that was all. This wasn't a suit meant for swimming but for advertising her assets.

Her smile widened, and her nipples started to harden through the bits of cloth as you leered at the Columbian beauty.

"Are you trying to **** every guy here to cum in their shorts?" you say, finally finding your voice.

"They are boys," she says, nodding to the deck. Cupping your chin, she leans close, telling you, "There's only one man here I want to make cum, and it's not in his shorts." Conseula then kisses you, her tongue knocking on your lips, asking to enter. Opening your mouth, her tongue gives yours a leisurely caress before simultaneously breaking the kiss and inserting something into your mouth.

"Shhhh, swallow Carazon," she murmurs, her finger on your lips.

You swallow the item, asking, "What did you just give me?"

Kissing your cheek, Conseula tells you, "It's going to be a long day. The Pricesa thought you may need Cialis to make it."

Unsure whether to thank the woman or not, she takes pity on you, saying, "We have all night, Corazon." Pricesa is in her room; go say hi."

Nodding, you head up the stairs, concluding that you and Jennifer needed to have a long talk about whatever this budding harem was. Approaching her bedroom door, you heard a squeal and heard Jennifer exclaim through the door, "Tell me everything."