Musical Chairs

Jason kept an eye on Stacy's ass as she walked ahead of him as he contemplated how he wanted to deal with Miss. Hudson. He could really do anything with her... anything to her. Make use of any of the games he'd already come up with. Try out different combinations and upgrades. Or he could come up with some brand new ones.

"There you are Jason!" Miss Hudson sternly reprimanded her student. "You should know that missing this meeting is not optional or should we add your bad punctuality to the list hmm?" She crossed her arms across her well endowed chest.

"Oh is there a problem with Jason's behaviour?" was Stacy's stupidly excited response. He'd made it so she had every intention of reporting only glowing comments to his father no matter what she really heard. What? Was she just going to enjoy being quietly smug about him having a hard time at school?

"Oh yes, we'll get into that in great detail. You must be... Mrs Anderson or other guardian?"

"It's other and please just call me Stacy" She was all smiles as she reached across and shook Miss. Hudson's hand.

They all got seated and Miss. Hudson opened her mouth to begin her spiel when Jason interrupted with a smirk, "Play Dead."

Miss. Hudson instantly collapsed, falling forward and plunking her face into the tabletop. Jason especially enjoyed the way her massive boobs were pooling out atop it as she squashed them carelessly underneath herself.

"Jason!" squawked Stacy beside him, "Do you really have to play with your teacher right now? The whole point of this night is so I can hear what she has to say!"

He made a face at her as he said, "It's really not. Actually. See? Shake a Paw."

Stacy spun her butt in her chair to face him without missing a beat, her hands moving to Jason's pants and beginning the task of extracting his penis with a practiced ease, "No, it definitely is. We can play your silly games at home with your father. I don't know why you couldn't just pick a game like this for your teacher so we could still talk-"

Jason winced momentarily at the mention of his Dad in that context but he was soon enjoying his step-mother's very soft fingers around his swelling member as she brought it out into the opening in a room filled with people who wouldn't bat even an eye if they happened to notice and he told her, "Yea, about that. Shake a Paw."

Stacey's head started descending immediately and she managed an irritated, "You're such a di---ummph..."

And then she was sucking his dick. He groaned out loud as she immediately went full bore, with loud exaggerated slurps as she bobbed her head furiously. She even readjusted herself so that she was perched upon her chair on her knees so that she had a good angle and could practically rock her whole body with her motion both hands placed on his thighs. He twisted in his seat and fisted his hands at the sudden intense sexual stimulation.

Damn. He knew what she was doing. Clever girl, she was trying to 'win' this game as quickly as possible so she could get back to her pointless task of finding out about his so called misbehavior in Miss. Hudson's class. "P-play dead, Stacy!"

The lithe blonde immediately fell off her chair bonelessly while still managing to keep her face wrapped around his cock and with enough momentum so that her torso fell on to his lap. Her lower body ended up as an uncomfortable looking heap draped against the chair legs, her skirt riding up and exposing her thong-clad ass. But even as she lay there, her arms hanging limply over his thighs like a scarecrow, hands hanging limply to either side, there was an ever so imperceptible motion from her head. He could feel her mouth around his excited penis, particularly the slow steady draw of saliva inside as she did her best to play both games: basically her best impression of what it would be like if she'd died and that freaky thing that corpses' could do where their muscles still randomly spasmed and twitched, except this time it had the happy result of continuing to give a blowjob as best it could without her moving her lips, which was pretty damn impressive.

In any event, it served its purpose giving him a chance to think about just how he wanted to mess with Miss. Hudson. He grinned and kicked his legs up onto the table, lounging in his seat with his hands clasped behind his back. Despite her entirely limp body, Stacy resolutely kept his cock in her mouth, actually seeming to use just her suction to keep her head attached to his crotch like a limpet. All around him was the din of hundred of people having private conversations. He glanced around enjoying his complete and utter freedom to do something so perverse without fear of even the slightest consequence. He noticed more than a few people paying attention to him, mostly other male students, a couple of dads, and even Old Man Coach Vane. None of them looked surprised or dismayed, just sort of appreciating the perverse sight far more than the mundane educational topics otherwise going on. He even caught a few girls blushing and very pointedly not looking.

It didn't take him that long to come up with something interesting. He'd pretty much exhausted all of the pet possibilities for games already but switching to the types of games kids would play growing up, opened a new world of possibilities. Tag. Hide and Seek. Duck, Duck, Goose.....

"Normally, When I tell someone during playtime that we are playing 'Musical Chairs' that person will participate in a sexual version of that game where one group of people will serve as chairs and the second group of people will walk around the chairs as the music plays. When the music stops each person must be fucking a chair."

One hand on Stacy's head, wobbling it around upon his dick, Jason turned his gaze back to Miss. Hudson's slumped forward form. "Playtime's over, Miss. Hudson."

She abruptly straightened, glaring at him as she did so even as she did her best to fix her blouse. "Thank you! Now please refrain from-"

A shit-eating grin on his face, Jason interrupted her again, "Musical Chairs."

His teacher's mouth clicked shut, her nostrils flaring as she stared at him silently for a moment before she sucked in a breath causing those mammoth breasts of hers to rise, and she asked, "Am I chair or a player, Jason?"

"Uh. Chair."

"Fine." she breathed and got to her feet, looking around quickly before evidently coming to a decision as she dragged her chair over to the open space that formed between all of the tables that filled the center of the hall and the far wall. She seemed to place it carefully just so before she knelt upon it, pressing her knees into the plastic as she faced the seat-back. She steadied herself by placing one hand on the back of the chair before reaching back with both underneath her skirt to draw down her panty-hose. Her panties came next and then she was raising her skirt to sit atop her hips, her entire ass exposed to the room as she bent forward over the chair-back and stuck it out.

A junior walking past nearly collided with a table he was staring so hard at the teacher's completely exposed holes but he kept moving without commenting.

Jason smirked, "Damn! That's quite the view Ms. Hudson."

She cocked her head in his direction with a roll of her eyes, "Are you going to ask more people to play? I really don't have all night for this you know."

"Sure. Stacy, playtime's over and it's back on: Musical Chairs."

His step-mother's dead-weight came off his lap, her head pulling off his dick with a wet pop and more than few strands of saliva that she quickly batted away with one hand. She looked just as irritated as Miss. Hudson, "Really? Really, Jason?"

She quickly stood up and brushed down her skirt before looking around and walking over to join his teacher, scrapping her chair along the floor as she brought it along. Then she placed it directly next to Miss. Hudson's chair with perhaps a slightly adjusted angle. As she climbed onto it, Jason had gotten to his feet and followed after, stuffing his dick back into his pants as he did so, "What? You're not going to even ask me what you are? Who says you're a chair?"

Lifting that long business skirt of hers to reveal her tight shapely little ass cheeks bisected by her thong, Stacy tilted her head back and gave him a withering look, "The rules of the game. Unless you're going to flip the teams, guess it doesn't matter since you're taking your sweet time setting things up. Seriously. You know we have better things to do than play your games, right?"

"Uh huh." He said as he stepped up right behind the two women and their raised and offered bottoms. Stacy helpfully pulled her thong down to her knees even as he took one cheek each from both into his hands, squeezing, "And yet... you are playing my game."

"Yes, of course we are." remarked Miss. Hudson dryly before she turned to Stacy, "And it occurs to me that if Jason wants to continue to dwaddle here and show poor time-management skills, we might take this opportunity to have our parent-teacher conference. What do you think?"

Pert ass perfectly naked and thrust out in the air towards the rest of the room, Stacy's tone was way too smug as she turned to Miss. Hudson and agreed, "I think that is an excellent idea. I'm all ears."

Jason shook his head, his hands still filled with both their asses. Why these two insisted on acting like they had any real control over the situation beat the hell out of him. They really should be too embarrassed about their current situation or at least too worried about the **** fucking they both had to know was in their future to be so fixated on something as unimportant and boring as his grades. And yet here they were picking apart his performance and general attitude like they had nothing better to do.

Why the fuck were they always so intent on getting back at him?

"SO! I guess you two sluts wouldn't mind if I just helped myself to these pussies you're so kindly offering, huh?" He loudly declared even as he brought his hands down to finger their slits side by side.

There was a twitch from Miss. Hudson but otherwise neither woman even deigned to respond and he rolled his eyes. Seriously, what the fuck was it with these two? Digits carefully plunging into their warm insides, he couldn't help but notice they were anything but ready for sex. Speaking of- "Heat, the both of you."

Miss. Hudson's face immediately flushed red and Stacy stiffened before turning her wide blue eyes backward to meet Jason's. Still maintaining his grip on their pussies that he definitely detected a growing moistening of he added, "Little more interested now, huh?"

He definitely saw a look of carnal interest on his step-mother's face (she even bit into her lower lip!) for a moment when she suddenly mastered her features and looked back at Miss. Hudson, "You were saying he crossed out your edits and basically snarked back at you on paper? Hmph. I'd like to say I'm surprised but I'm not, that's exactly the kind of asinine behavior I've come to expect from him. Putting far more effort in spiteful backbiting after the fact when even half that much effort put forth in the first place would have seen him actually passing..."

Miss. Hudson was only too happy to elaborate like a bitch even as her teacher-cunt juiced up like a bitch around his gently sawing digits.

It was Jason's turn to roll his eyes. He didn't know why he bothered, especially when these two were basically begging him to really raise the stakes. So he retrieved his now rather sticky fingers and laid a brutal double slap upon both their buns. Their eyes snapped toward his and he simply stared back at them, daring them to speak or try anything else.

When they went on with their inane conversation regarding his educational efforts, he took a step back and loudly declared, "So... Musical Chairs for Mrs. Castle, Leah, Leah's mom, Charity, Charity's mom, Miss. Coulder, Becky Starling, uh... Gabriel Cardwell, Andrea Reed and...." he trailed off as his memory of the various ladies he'd encountered tonight failed him, a couple of his usual masturbation fuel hotties added, so he wandered between various nearby tables and picked up some more, "You and you, Musical Chairs. Musical Chairs for you, you, yes, and you too!"