The plan

"Since when are we in a harem?" Beth immediately exclaimed.

"What would you call it then, Beth?" Jennifer replied.

Janna snorted, interjecting, "Insanity is what it is." Jennifer looked over at her friend, who held up her hands, clarifying, "Don't get me wrong, Jen. Watching Mr. Clarkson pound Becky into his desk made me go get off afterward. But that doesn't mean I should spread my legs for him given how fertile my sisters seem to be."

Jennifer smiled knowingly, "Don't trust yourself. You mean."

Jennifer leaned back, closing her eyes. Thrusting out her chest, she loudly fantasized, "Yes, yes, do it, Mr. Clarkson. Cream my Latina pussy." Jennifer then began to pant as she began to paw at her right breast. Then in a faux orgasm, she half shouted, "That's right, fucking breed me, swell my belly, make me like my sissstttteerrrssss."

As the drawn-out cry of sisters fades into the dying light, you are back in your classroom. Instead of Rebecca staring up at you, it was now Janna. You could see her needy eyes bore into yours as her legs wrapped around you as she screamed to be bred.

Blinking away the vision, you could see the feisty Latina was staring at you. Her nipples were diamonds underneath her bikini top. And the way her hot eyes roamed over you screamed that Jennifer's dirty talk had affected the teen.

"Calling this a harem is as good as anything else." Jennifer continued as if she hadn't pantomimed Janna getting knocked up.

"Of the three of us that have," Jennifer makes quotation marks, "boyfriends, only Lili brought hers. And well we know how that ended."

Lili and Beth both looked uncomfortable, which prompted you to interject, "Please, there's no need to fight about this."

Jennifer smiled coquettishly at you. "We're not fighting. I'm just reminding my harem mates that since we learned about how it feels to play with your cock. "That our boyfriends, well, just don't stand up."

An exasperated Beth choked out, "Fine, we're in a harem. And I haven't been able to keep Wednesday night out of my mind." Beth seemed to wilt, adding, "Just don't rub it in."

Janna looked at the two teens, asking, "Just how... I mean, I hated to have two choose between you in freshman year."

With a secretive smile, Jennifer stated, "Ironically, a cock tore us apart, and his cock brought us together."

"But I want to be clear I'm not trying to get pregnant," Beth interjected.

"But if it happens, it happens," Consuela murmured before licking your cheek.

Hesitantly Rebecca piped up, "Mistress said she'd take care of us if we got pregnant."

"What did you mean by..." Beth said before she stopped and cocked her head as if trying to remember something.

All of a sudden her eyes go wide as she asks, "He didn't..."

Jennifer wearily nods, explaining, "You see, my dad wasn't always like this. When my siblings and I started hitting high school, my dad changed. I don't know what happened, but he stopped being Daddy and became a performance-based CEO."

Confused, you ask, "So when you told me your father treated you less as a daughter and more like an employee..."

Jennifer sighed, saying, "When Jack hit 9th grade, it was no more hugs. It became 25000 per A and 5000 per B. When jack took our team to state 500000 bonus and as Valedictorian he got 1 million dollars."

Hanging her head and in a small voice she confessed, "When I first fucked you, it was for a half million dollar bonus." Looking over at Beth, she added sorrowfully, "I'm by far the bigger whore."