Its after 6pm.

You were sitting on the bleachers during halftime. Jennifer was perched on your knee, looking sexy in her cheerleader outfit, her belly swollen with your babies.

"You just had to give me twins, didn't you?" She mock pouted as your hands stroked her belly, supporting the weight. "If you're not careful next time, I'll breed you with triplets," you hotly whisper. Turning her head, you give her a deep kiss. "Promise me," she whispered.

"Hehehe, he hasn't made into my concha, and you're already planning on breeding me."

Your eyes flutter open, and Consuela is leaning over you. Mischief glittered in the Latinas' eyes as you realized you were stroking her belly.

"I love an ambitious man," she teased.

Jerking your hand away from her belly, "I'm sorry, I was..."

"Sssshhh, it's alright, profesor," she assured you.

"The princesa decided three hours was enough rest." Getting up, Consuela headed to the door and turned, looking at you. "Eat, regain stamina. You'll need it to give me tres bebes." You groan, slightly embarrassed, as the bikini-clad housekeeper disappears down the hallway.

Sitting up, you retrieve your swim trunks and slip them on. Taking a moment to stretch, you notice the lack of loud music that has been present since you arrived. Strolling down the hallway, there was no horde of teenagers.

There were three teens sitting on the couch. Descending the stairs, you saw one teen check her phone. "José, my mom's here. Let's go," she said in clipped tones.

As the couple passed by, you heard José desperately plead, "I said I was sorry, Lori; the condom just broke."

"Drop it, Jos..." you heard as the couple passed out of hearing range.

Shaking your head, you enter the living room where one of your cheerleaders was quietly waiting on the couch. You recognized her from earlier, little Tina Phelps.

Stopping by the couch, you ask, "Is everything okay, Tina?"

The cheerleader looked up at you with her big amber eyes. "Yes, Mr. Clarkson, my mom will be here soon."

"Okay, you have a good night then," you say, smiling.

You turn, heading for the back patio, when Tina hesitantly asks, "Ahhh, Mr. Clarkson, can I ask you a question?"

Turning to the teen, you say, "Sure."

Tina looks at her feet as you see a furious blush work its way onto her cheeks. Then she mumbled something under her breath.

"Huh?" you ask.

Looking up, she blurted out, "Are you sleeping with Jennifer?"

Mentally rocked, you felt a shiver of fear run up your spine. Stupidly, you don't immediately deny it. Instead, you gently ask, "What makes you think that, sweetie?"

"That woman earlier. She said your cock was worthy of a ride and that I should ask Jennifer." Looking at her hands, Tina got a far-off look, as if she were looking at one of those boards you see in police procedurals.

"And then you went up up upstairs. And, and, an Jennifer came down." Tina's cadence increased as the words just burst from her. "You could see the bruises and the stain...Everyone kept whispering that it was cum leaking. Then, then, then Lili came down."

Just then the phone sitting next to her buzzed. "My mom's here," Tina almost cried.

Grabbing her things, the teen burst to her feet. Scanning around, she asked, "Listen, I won't say anything, but please, I've been seeing this all day. Please tell me I'm not crazy."

Before you can say anything, Jennifer from the patio door breaks in: "You're not crazy, Tina."

Tina's mouth opened and closed like a fish. Before the girl can say anything more, Jennifer smiles, saying, "We'll talk later; let me walk you out."

Stunned, you walk out onto the patio deck while Jennifer shows her guest out. You stopped at the grill and grabbed a burger from the covered serving platter. Biting into the meat, you look over at the hot tub, trying to gather your thoughts.

Tina now knew as more people found out how soon before the authorities would get wind of your very illegal lifestyle.

"No need to hide, Professor. Join us," Consuela called out from the tub.

Looking over, you saw Rebecca, Consuela, Lili, Katenya, Beth Anne, and Janna.

"In for a bullet, in for a barrage," you say to yourself before joining the teens settling in between Kat and Consuela.

You look at the group of four of you lovers, one soon-to-be lover, and one who knows, unsure of what to say.

Just then Jennifer came back onto the patio. "Okay, bitches, we're alone now."

Jennifer climbed into the pool next to Beth Anne as Consuelas smiled at you. "Finally." She sighed as, with a practiced motion, she lost her bikini top, letting her breasts float on the water. Then as you fought not to swallow your tongue, you felt her shift next to you as her bottom joined the top on the deck.

The Columbian vixen leaned against you, running her tongue along the shell of your ear before whispering, "I told you your cock was going to split my Concha maybe this help bring it back to life."

You could see varying levels of interest from everyone when Jennifer interjected.

"This is the perfect time to have our first Harem meeting."