Breakfast

8:30 am

You had sat down for your continental breakfast. Grabbing the salt and pepper, you season your eggs and sausage before finishing up with several dabs of Tabasco. You then smear some jelly onto your raisin bagel before taking a bite. Swallowing, you wash it down with some O.J. as you scan the room.

At several tables you saw several groups of teens. It was a smorgasbord of football players, band members, and your cheerleaders. Turning back to your breakfast, you started in on your eggs when the elevator's doors across the way opened.

Chewing on the scrambled eggs, you watched a group of 12 cheerleaders all come rolling out of the elevator. Including all the members of your special squad.

In the back of your mind your much-battered conscience spoke up. "If you're going to do this, at least refer to them as what they are: your harem."

As the teens converged on the buffet table your eyes were drawn to Tina whos virgin pussy had been wrapped around your cock not 6 hours previously. Every time her eyes met yours, she would abruptly look away, a blush touching her cheeks. You couldn't help but hum in satisfaction. Another cheerleader claimed another belly to try and swell.

In fact, you were so engrossed you failed to notice Jennifer stalking up to your table. The screech of the chair caused you to jerk in surprise, and Jennifer plopped down on the seat next to you.

Nodding at the growing bulge in your pants, she chirped, "Ready for another go, I see."

You glance at your head cheerleader, your eyes wandering to her chest. The way Jennifer was filling her tank top. It was to the point you half expected her tits to pop out at any moment.

Raising an eyebrow, you remark, "Are you purposely wearing a too-small shirt?"

Jennifer giggled, looking down at her chest. "This old thing... I threw it in because it's comfortable." A shiver of heat coalesced in your groin as she cupped her breasts, showing them off. You could plainly see that neither orb was encased in a bra.

"See, Daddy, no bra, no panties, just like you ordered." She coyly informed you.

Your pants were getting tight as you shifted in your seat, adjusting yourself. Jennifer noticed your squirming, and she flashed that damnable smirk of hers at you before purring. "Watching your eyes devour Tina is making me so wet."

You jerked before looking around to see who was nearby. Fortunately, there was no one close enough to hear what Jennifer had just said.

"Really, Jennifer," you hiss in exasperation.

Her eyes sparkled as she nonchalantly drizzled syrup on her Belgian waffle. "Oh, don't be that way; I'm just getting a rise out of you." Of course she was wagging her eyebrows as she said it.

Shaking your head, you speared a sausage patty, muttering. "I was doing no such thing."

Jennifer leaned over, placing her hand on your forearm. "Don't bullshit a bullshitter, Daddy," she lowly mused. She then started scraping her fingernail along said forearm, sending a shiver up your spine. "We both know you were imagining bending Tina over one of these tables and sinking your cock into her tight fertile snatch and giving it a hot filling of baby batter."

You blinked several times as your mind short-circuited. A vision of you throwing Tina face down on a table bubbled up. You, tearing the skirt from her body. Then you roughly spread her cheeks just before plunging your cock deep into her snug cunt. Throughout it all, the assembled teens cheered you on even as Tina screamed out, "Breed me."

Shaking your head, you banished the vision. Breathing hard, your voice was husky as you asked. "Jennifer, why are you tormenting me?"

"Well... it is fun," she murmured with a shrug.

"Fun..." you mutter.

Jennifer takes a moment, tapping her chin and making a show of thinking. She then nods to herself, telling you, "There's also a more practical reason, Daddy." She leans over and blatantly covers your bulge with her hand.

You let out a tiny groan as your erection starts to throb painfully. "You see, Daddy, if you haven't noticed, you're not a spring chicken anymore." She glances right, then left before continuing, "Making sure you're nice and hard for us all is my responsibility."

You were stunned you couldn't quite believe what you'd just heard. Justifying cockteasing you because of your age. Finding your voice, you say, "Well, whatever the reason, you need to be mindful of eyes and ears, young lady."

Jennifer looked at you for a minute before descending into laughter. Annoyed, you watched her carry on for a minute before stiffly asking, "Are you done yet?"

Jennifer quieted down before saying, "Sorry, Daddy... I hate to burst your bubble, but every senior on the team thinks you're fucking me."

A cold shiver rolls down your spine. "Why... how..." you croak.

Reaching up, Jennifer brushed her hair off her shoulder, exposing her neck. Looking closely, you could see the ghost of a bruise.

"Well, my pool party pretty much paid to that." She confided.

"It did," you dumbly reply.

She nodded, explaining, "Well, you went upstairs to my room, and then I came downstairs, obviously having been fucked." She pursed her lips before adding, "Then after Lili came down looking well-ridden..."

You groaned, thinking to yourself, "How the fuck have I not ended up in jail?" Picking up your orange juice, you go ahead and shotgun the container. Gulping down the liquid, you place the empty container on the table.

"So they all know," you ask rhetorically.

Jennifer shrugged, saying, "Wwwweeeelllllll, they don't know, but even the dimmest member of the team can put two and two together.

You don't know which one was causing you more discomfort. The iron rod in your pants, or the rapidly forming headache behind your eyes.

Appetite gone, you started gathering up your refuse when Jennifer burst in. "Anyway, there's no need to worry about the girls squealing to Mrs. Smalley."

Pausing, you ask, "Oh?"

Flashing her smirk at you, she says, "Half the team is like Tina, intrigued."

"And the other half?" you numbly ask.

"Well, they know better than to cross a Marlow," she triumphantly added.

Not saying anything else, you get up needing to be alone with your thoughts. Heading over to the garbage can, you toss your refuse inside. That done, you head to the elevator to return to your room. As you waited for the elevator, you were reminded of the old saying. When two people know a secret, it no longer is a secret.