Its jennifer

Opening your eyes, you groaned as Jennifer spat on your cock as she stroked your cock shaft. Licking her lips, Jennifer's tongue snaked out, lapping up the pre-cum that oozed from you. "Yummy," the blonde murmured. Opening her mouth, she began to bob up and down on your cock, taking more and more of you into her throat.

"Oh fuck yeah," you drowsily rumbled. As your fingers entwined in her hair, you slowly thrust up in time with her head bobs. Feeling your balls start to quiver, the cheerleader took you deep, sucking hard while trying not to gag. "Reassess," you moaned, thrusting forward your balls clenched shooting your cum up the cock shaft into her throat. "Gwok," you heard as she fought to swallow your seed.

Coming off your cock, the cheerleader took several deep breaths. She had that smirk of hers when she looked you in the eyes, saying, "Nice of you to wake up, Mr. Clarkson."

Amused, you smile, replying, "I'm glad you could get my attention."

Laying her head back, Jennifer crawled up, lying against you. Her fabulous tits were mashed against your left shoulder. While her arm and leg were thrown over you.

You lay there for a while just enjoying the closeness while trying not to think on the wrongness of what you did. Glancing over, Jennifer was just watching you. Smiling, you lean over, kissing her, and you say, "Thank you; that was beyond anything..."

Jennifer kissed you several times on the shoulder, saying, "Well, that website you frequent Chyoa.com gave me all sorts of inspiration."

You chuckle, saying, "Of course you did. You know that those are fantasies."

Jennifer tsked at your remark, "I didn't see you complaining... Daddy."

As she was emphasizing "daddy," her hand moved down to your cock. You groaned, her hand wrapping around your spent shaft. Jennifer pumped you several times, and though your cock really tried to stiffen for her, it was unable to do so. At Jennifer's disappointed sound, you kiss the top of her head, saying, "Sorry love, no Viagra."

Remembering, you ask the blonde, "Where's Rebecca?"

Jennifer started running her finger around your chest, telling you, "She had to go home. After you passed out, we played awhile, and she had to leave."

The vision of the two teens pleasuring each other while you slept next to them was truly enticing. Sadly, your cock was out for the count.

"Troubled," you say, "about Rebecca…"

Interrupting you, she asks, "About Rebecca, how? About how she ended up with us. OR, if she was unprotected when you filled her with a gallon of your cum."

Realistically, it was a thing that should remain fantasy, but deep down you really wanted to watch Rebecca's belly swell. Trying to hide a hopeful tone, you ask, "Was she?"

Jennifer's smile was one that would make the Cheshire Cat proud. "Even now, you soldiers are laying siege looking for her egg."

"You mean..." you ask.

"If you're lucky, everyone will know by Christmas break our little Becky will have a bun in her oven." She confirmed.

Elated, when you shouldn't be, you **** yourself to ask, "How did you convince her...?"

With a delighted laugh. Jennifer flops onto her back, telling you all about it.

"It turns out Becky swings both ways. She got curious on Thursday, and I gave her a taste. Then on Friday she blew off Bible study and got an eyeful. Her mom was not only cheating on her dad but was lezzing out with her pastor."

"So?" you ask.

She nods. "Yup, her mom has spent years going on about it being a sin to be gay. Saturday when I got home, she was sitting talking with Consuela."

"And now, she's our enthusiastic pet," Jennifer finished.

All of a sudden Jennifer's phone starts playing the Imperial March.