Krystal Storms in.

You could feel the heat of Bailey's pussy when suddenly the classroom door was thrown open. You jerk your hand away from Baileys Hot Pocket as Krystal rushes into the classroom.

"UNCLE, HOW COULD YOU LET THEM TRANSFER ME OUT OF YOUR FOURTH PERIOD CLASS!" Raged Krystal.

Raising your hands in a calming gesture, you try to calm her down. "Krystal, I had nothing to do with it. I didn't even know about it till I got the final paperwork this morning."

Krystal was in a full-blown tizzy as she threw her purse and book bag onto the floor. Bailey spun around and was staring at your niece in shock.

"I don't even have the same lunch as you anymore," she cried as she charged your desk.

Rolling your chair back, you stand up, saying. "What does that have to do with you..."

"Uuufffff," you grunt as Krystal rounds your desk and wraps her arms around your waist, hugging you fiercely.

Bailey unconsciously took two steps back as her eyes bounced between you and your niece.

Lowering your arms, you gently pat Krystal on the head, murmuring. "There, there it'll be alright, sweetie."

Krystal was so worked up she either was ignoring or had somehow missed Bailey's presence and hissed. "No, it won't. I wanted to seduce you during lunch like Jennifer does, and I can't. I FUCKING CAN'T!"

Bailey, who had been slightly puzzled by your nieces' antics, eyes light up at Krystal's distraught confession. "Oooohhhhhhhhh... incest, how delightful." She purred in delight.

It finally dawned on your niece that there was a third person in the room. Pulling her face out of your shirt, she turned her head to look at Bailey. "Who are you?"

Bailey points at herself, saying, "Moi?"

"Yes, you," Krystal emotionally reiterates.

Bailey took two steps closer to your desk. She then flashed a saucy grin before pinning. Slightly arching her back, the two of you could clearly see the Black D and Scarlet W you'd had tattooed on her neck.

"I'm Daddies Whore," she sexily purred while pulling her shirt tail up out from her skirt. Bailey quickly undid the top three buttons on her shirt and pulled her collar up over her head, baring the incomplete tramp stamp on her lower back.

The back lines of Teen Breeder were clearly visible against her pale skin. "And teen breeder..." Bailey finished before lowering her shirt to cover the uncolored tattoo.

Krystal let go of you and took a half step back before leaning on your desk. Krystal may be at times erratic, emotional, and given to drama. But she was anything but dumb and, as a member of the inner circle, probably knew about every girl you fucked. Every girl except one.

Putting two and two together, she stated. "You're who he was with the night he was attacked."

Bailey nodded as she put her hands on her hips and proudly purred. "Daddy gave me fertility drugs and fucked me three times in a sleazy motel surrounded by pimps and whores."

Your niece's eyes flare as Bailey's words flood over her. "You never gave me fertility drugs," your niece muttered as Bailey continued.

"Then he fought and beat three college pricks who tried to take me from him before tattooing me." The pride in Bailey heated words had blood flooding back into your Johnsons as it thickened in your pants.

Krystal glanced at you before complaining. "Uncle said I couldn't get a tattoo until after he bred me and you get three."

Bailey's throaty laugh tickled the classroom as she spun around and walked over to the chair that James Welborne had sat in earlier. Spinning to face you, she sat down on the edge of the chair and leaned back, saying. "That's right, Daddy marked my body three times."

Positioned the way she was, her shirt with the top three buttons undone naturally gaped open, displaying her right breast with its pink nipple rock hard and straining.

"Wanna see?" Bailey rhetorically asked with a moan. Her hands drew the front of her black skirt up over her hips and spread her legs.

Two groans, yours and Krystal's, greeted the debauched sight. No panties, and Baileys' cunt was already swollen and glistening with need. Above it there were two words, "Deposits only," with an arrow pointing down at her fuck slit, and to finish it off was a scarlet W perched right above Baileys's exposed pleasure pearl.

Krystal growled as she turned and her hand grabbed yours. Her eyes were burning with intensity as she drew your hand to her mouth.

"Get me and Lili on those fucking drugs too," Krystal hotly demanded before wrapping her lips around your index finger and sucking hard.

You groaned as her cheeks hollowed and your cock lurched in your pants. Having snagged your attention, Krystal grinned around your finger as her right hand drifted down, covering your pants' encased erection.

Then the classroom door opened again.

You all freeze as Clara backs into the room, apparently more concerned with someone seeing her enter your classroom than what was going on in said classroom.

Bailey laughs in disbelief, and a startled Clara's purse clatters to the floor as she spins around in surprise.

Her eyes bounce around in shock at the sight before her. One student leaning back over a chair, naked from the waist down with one breast on full display. And another with your finger in her mouth while her hand cups the front of your pants.

Clara's mouth was quivering as she was making tiny sounds in the back of her throat.

Tugging your finger from Krystal, you call out. "Clara, it's alright; no need to run."

Clara stood there quivering as the door closed with a click. As the door finished closing, Bailey, who'd boldly hadn't moved to cover herself, giggled, saying. "Ooohhhhhh, she didn't run. Is Clara joining us?"

Fuck, I need to reign her in you think to yourself before firmly ordering. "Bailey, cover yourself."

Bailey shuddered purring, "Yes, Daddy." She took her time leisurely buttoning her shirt and then finally flipping her skirt down. While she was doing that, you gave your niece 'the look' and pointed at a desk.

Krystal wisely said nothing and sat down.

Clara's eyes were glued to Bailey as she righted her clothes. You could see the teen's cheeks burn brighter and brighter as her eyes traced the words "deposits only" and the Scarlet W that crowned Bailey's clit.

When Bailey finally flipped down her skirt, Claras' eyes moved back to you. The teen yelped as she'd been so engrossed in Bailey's display she failed to notice you rounding your desk.

She gasped as her eyes found the bulge in your pants, and you could see the need to flee building.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh," you gently utter. "It's alright; there's no need to run."

You take slow, easy steps, treating her like a skittish animal. "I'm glad you're brave enough to come." You say, complimenting her.

Clara shivered, but the fright and the need to flee were receding from her gaze. Finally you reach out, putting your hand on her shoulder, and you feel a shudder work its way through her body.

"Maybe I-I should l-l-leave," she whimpered.

"Is that really what you want?" You ask cupping her chin. You could see the need in her eyes. It was the same need she displayed when asking to see your exposed cock last Friday.

"It's now or never," you think to yourself. Leaning down, you gently brush your lips across hers, and Claras' mouth opens with a whimper.

Taking the invitation, your tongue slips in, saying hi as it rubs against hers. Clara's whole body shudders, and you smile as she whimpers and starts to shyly kiss you back.

Tounges chasing each other, you let the kiss go on for a good minute. When you finally break it, Clara whimpers as her blue eyes open and gaze into yours.

Your right hand slides down from her shoulder to her lower back, then her tight buns of her runner's ass. With gentle pressure your hips meet, giving her a feel of your 8 inches of coiled need.

"Do you want to leave?" you growl.

"Nn-no..." she whimpers before adding. "But, but you have other girls."

After what she walked into, there was no reason to deny it. "Yes, I have other girls like Bailey and Krystal."

Her breath caught before uttering, "How many more?"

"Nows the moment of truth," the beast rumbled.

You smile, saying, "Does it matter, little girl? They've all decided what I, a man, give them is superior to the boys they've dated."

"I..." she murmurs only to be cut off as you kiss her again. This time she immediately kisses you back, her tongue no longer passive but now an active participant.

Breaking the kiss, you growl, "I'm no boy. I'll not piss on your back and say it's raining." Your left hand suddenly finds her bra-covered breast and squeezes it, causing a moan to slip from her throat. "I'll strip you bare and fill you up so much that you'll never want to leave." You kiss her a third time, but this was no gentle coaxing. You were now staking a claim, letting her know her future.

Breaking the third kiss, you run your tongue along the shell of her ear and, in a rasping whisper, say. "Your belly will swell and tits will fill with milk. And. You. Won't. Care."

Backing off a little, you studied the teen in your arms. Her eyes were hazy with need, and her pupils were blown as if on drugs.

Your cock was impossibly hard. The need to sink it in a wet, willing pussy was almost overwhelming. But no, you've had two close calls this afternoon, a third roll of the dice... no, it wasn't happening.

"Where do you live?" You whisper.

Her eyes flutter. "What?" she moans.

"Where do you live?" You ask again.

She rattles off her address, and while it's not Dallas close. She was only a 45-minute walk from home.

You cup her chin again, murmuring. "Do you know where Rockbelly Park is?"

Clara shudders, saying. "Yessssssssssss..."

"If you want what I can give you, then tomorrow night slip out and be at the west parking lot at 10pm."

The beast raged as you let her go. Your hand shook as you told her, "Now go and decide if what I'm offering is what you want."

Clara swayed as she worked to regain her balance. Then she picked up her purse and went to the door. Opening it. She looked back at you one last time. And left the classroom.

"Fuck, that was sooo hot." Both Krystal and Bailey moan at the same time.

Turning your cock and eyebrows, saying, "It was, wasn't it."

"Sooooo hot," Krystal purrs while theatrically fanning herself.

"So are you going to take her to the Paris Hotel to pop her cheery like you did me?" asked Bailey.

Thinking quickly, you shake your head, saying. "I haven't decided."

Baileys slid her hands down to the hem of her skirt. "Sooooooo, Daddy," she purred.

More than a little sad, you shake your head. "Nope, two interruptions are too much; I'm not risking a third.

"Pooooo..." Bailey moaned, slumping.

Heading back to your desk, you adjusted yourself before dragging out your briefcase. Seeing what you were doing, both girls hopped up, walking to your desk. Opening up your briefcase, both girls raised an eyebrow at the bra and sailors' scarf.

"Later," you tell them while you put your work laptop inside. Closing it, both girls go to gather their things and meet you at the door.

Opening the door, they precede you into the hallway. Turning off the light, you enter the highway and lock up your classroom. The three of you walk to the main hallway, and Bailey splits off from you.

Before she disappears into the school, you think of something and call out. "Ohh Bailey, this Sunday we're getting you colored in."

Bailey, who had started walking off stops, spins around quickly and rushes back, hugging you.

"Thank you, Daddy," she murmurs before hurrying off. The two of you stand there watching while she hurries out of the school's main entrance.

You two start walking, and you see Lili come out of the library and start hurrying over to you. You stop to let her catch up when Krystal turns to you. "Uncle Jason?"

"Yes, sweetie," you reply.

"Those drugs you're giving Bailey... get some for me and Lili. I mean it."