Mr. Phillips

"What in the hell is going on here," Matt demanded in Mr. Phillip's voice. He was curious to see how far his control lasted after he jumped.

Coach Deacon turned, adjusting his fly. "Oh, nothing much. Just thought my old girlfriend needed a good dicking." Mrs. Anderson sobbed into the sink, her ass and pussy still exposed. "You want a go at her? She's been nothing but a bitch since she got married."

"How did you convince her to get dicked?" Matt asked. "And do you really think she'd let me fuck her too?"

"Convince her? Fuck convincing, I just **** the whore. Go ahead, she's all yours."

Apparently, Matt thought, once the idea was implanted, it was made to be part of the other person's identity, making them think the idea as theirs all along. Matt watched as Coach Deacon walked out the door, then turned to Mrs. Anderson. He realized the satisfaction was still in his mind and memory, but his body was more than ready to re-indulge, his cock throbbing inside his new pair of pants. He stepped forward, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock. Holy shit, Mr. Phillips is hung! While Matt judged himself to be larger than Coach Deacon, Mr. Phillips would have made average porn stars jealous. With a grin, he stepped behind Mrs. Anderson and shoved his cock as deep inside her as he could.

Mrs Anderson cried out as he did, even the lubrication afforded by Coach Deacon not enough to make penetration easier. He thrust, again and again, needing three hard thrusts before he had buried his entire cock inside her pussy. Gripping her hips, he pulled out, then thrust again, gasps of pain coming from her with each thrust. Apparently Mr. Phillips also had more staying power than Coach Phillips, because no matter how hard he thrust, or how fast he fucked the beautiful teacher, it took almost an hour before he felt his orgasm approach. By then the woman had completely given in, her head in the sink, all resistance had vanished.

With a cry, Matt shoved his overlarge cock into her, as deep as it could go, and released what felt like a torrent of sperm deep inside her. Mrs. Anderson moaned as she felt the cock spasming inside her, but couldn't even call up enough energy to protest as she had when Coach Deacon had cum inside her. He held inside her until his cock had finished throbbing, releasing a flood of sperm from her well used pussy. He stepped back from her, looking around, and realized Coach Deacon had stayed busy. There were three teachers and two senior guys waiting to take their turn with Mrs Anderson. He could only watch as the first student, one that he would never have suspected (one that had always been a "teacher's pet") stepped up and roughly stuffed his cock deep inside the weakly sobbing teacher. Even as he did so, another student, this one part of the varsity football team, stepped into the room.

If she had been right about her ovulation schedule, Matt doubted Mrs. Anderson would end the day without getting knocked up.

He spent the rest of the day jumping from person to person in the room, sometimes as they fucked Mrs. Anderson, sometimes just watching. He participated as the principal took his turn at the woman, but merely watched as the head cheerleader stuck her hand and forearm into Mrs. Anderson's well used pussy.

The final bell rang, and Matt jumped into his own body. He had been walking toward his locker, and he suddenly reeled, his head suddenly pounding. What the fuck, he thought, reaching out and steadying himself against the wall. The world seemed to spin as he struggled to walk down the hall, stopping by his locker to grab his bag before joining the general exodus, but he managed to make it out to the car.

"How was school?" their mom asked as Matt climbed into back seat. Lily had beat him to the car and had taken shotgun.

"Not bad, but no one knows where Mrs. Anderson disappeard to," Lily blurted.

Their mom turned to look at her in disbelief. "What..." she started, then appeared to see Matt out of the corner of her eye. "Are you okay?" she asked, concerned.

"Just... just a headache, mom," he mumbled, leaning his head against the window. Lily turned to look at him as well, her confusion evident on her face.

"You were okay at lunch."

Matt looked at his twin sister, his head throbbing with pain, then lay his head against the window again. "I'm fine. I just need a couple aspirin." He closed his eyes, and the conversation between his mom and sister fading to a drone. It didn't really matter any way.

When they got home, Matt popped a couple aspirin and went to his room to lay down, the headache still throbbing as if his head wanted to explode. As he lay there, the memories of the day kept washing over him, duplicating in his mind, making his head throb more. For a while, Matt thought his head would split in two, and then as suddenly as the headache hit, it was gone. It didn't fade as headaches usually do, it was just there, and then not. The sudden clarity in his mind brought the realization that the headache ended at the same time as the duplicated memories had merged.

As he lay in bed, he realized the headache had been caused by the length of time he had been outside his own body, and the memory relash caused by the extra memories. He'd have to limit his time in other people's minds.

Speaking of other people's minds, there were three other minds in the house...