Manning the grill

Glancing at your watch, it was just after 2 pm. You had forgotten just how much food teenagers could pack away.

Pulling the latest round of burgers off the grill, you nod to Aisha Rice, who was first in line.

The teenager swept up meat, moving off with a "Thanks, Mr. C."

Just about every cheerleader was here by now, and the cacophony was getting real despite the DJ being on break. Watching as another round of pool jousting got under way, you noticed the door to the pool house open. You could tell from the guys' grin and by the girl still tying the strings of her bikini bottoms what they had just been doing.

You startle as a hand latches onto your shoulder. Leaning in, Conseula whispered into your ear, "I wonder how the pequena puta would look with her lips wrapped around your cock."

You cock your eyebrow at the Columbia beauty. Seemingly unrepentant, she hands you an ice-cold Corona, saying, "I thought you might need this."

Accepting the beer, you say, "Keep saying naughty things like that, and I'll have to spank you."

Consuela's smile gets wider as she throatily replies, "Only if you use your rod on my el cono, profesor."

From a nearby lounger you hear a whispered, "What did she just say?"

Looking over, two of your cheerleaders were staring at the two of you in fascination.

Tina Sims, at 4'8", was the shortest girl on the team. The brunette's amber-colored eyes and high-arching eyebrows gave her an almost fae look. Her B-cup breasts fit her well, but her best asset was her ass; it was so tight you could bounce a quarter off the cheeks. Her electric blue and gold bikini, while not as daring as Consuela's, was not prudish either.

On the deck chair next to her was the girl who probably was the one who understood what Conseula was saying to you.

The blonde girl, although judging by her roots, her hair was actually black. Nidia Garcia, according to school records, transferred to Central Tempest late last year from Quinto, Ecuador. Her mother was a diplomat and part of the consulate staff. Very athletic at 5'2", she was one of the team's flyers. This was despite having the largest breasts you had ever seen on a teenager, bordering on an E cup.

Conseula looked at the teens, then at you. Something naughty flashed in her eyes as she turned back to the teens. Before you could please don't, Conseula strutted over to the girls kneeling down between them.

You couldn't hear what the housekeeper was saying to the girls, but Tina's cheeks were positively red as she kept glancing at your shorts.

A frenzied cry of "Hey, watch it!" got your attention as one of the parties, plus one iPhone in hand, brushed past Keri Marelli before slipping on the pool's edge and plunging in.

The boy came up sputtering before crying out, "Shit, my phone," before diving back down.

Turning back to Consuela and the two teens, you are only able to hear her say, "I promise you will love it."

Just then the oils dripping from the burgers caused the grill to flame up, demanding your attention. You finish flipping the hamburgers and glance up as Consuela pauses in the doorway to the house, blowing you a kiss, before disappearing inside.

Moving back to the grill, you finished off the round burgers. And were preparing a round of brauts when Doug came back out of the house.

"Hey Mr. C, sorry I left you out for so long, man." He said, apologizing.

Taking back the grill station, the teen leaned in, telling you in a low voice, "I really appreciate it, sir. You see, I and Howie's parents go to the same church as Becky, and they... wouldn't understand."

Nodding, you start to move off when Doug speaks up, "Mr. C, one more thing. Jen needs to see you inside."

"Thanks, Doug," you reply.

Time to pay the piper, you think to yourself as you head inside. Walking to the doorway to the house, you abruptly halt, almost colliding with one of your cheerleaders.

"Sorry," you say, starting to move sideways, and then you and the cheerleader freeze. Looking down into the eyes of Beth Anne, you were instantly back in the VIP room, staring into her eyes as you filled her belly with what felt like a river of cum.

Her tiny bikini showed off more skin than that slutty cheerleader outfit she wore when she took to the pole. Thanks to the Cialis bubbling in your system, you could feel yourself getting hard.

The teen nibbled on her lower lip, and the urge to nibble it yourself hit hard. Just then Beth Anne was jostled as another teen moved by, flattening the girl against you. Beating down the groan of the feel of her breast pressing into your chest. You see her nostrils flare as she feels your thickening cock.

"Mr. Clarkson," she half whispers before shaking herself and stepping back. "We'll talk later," she says quickly before heading to the deck.

Nodding, you pass a group of teens in the living room and the DJ coming out of the kitchen. Pausing at the stairs, you close your eyes and count to 10, trying to get your awakened libido under control. Opening your eyes, you head to Jennifer's room.