Party Time

You wrote a note for your mother saying "Going to the High School Party with Miss Angela to fuck some girls". That should be enough to get her mind from worry and approve of the outing. It really wasn't like you to sneak out or go to parties, but your teacher insisted. But she was more than just a teacher. You had taken her in all three holes. She was fun, vivacious, attractive.

As she lead you downstairs and out the door to her waiting car, you knew that she was living a little vicariously through you, and you were fine with it. You were living a little, not just fucking a lot, thanks to her. Part of you knew that she was only here to fuck you, to see that you orgasm every few hours so you didn't die. But still, she was going above and beyond in the need to see you cum. Maybe you could push that a little further.

"Miss Angela," you say, timidly, as she drives down to, apparently, Kelly Jordan's home, "will you--" you paused.

"What?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?" It was an embarrassing, stupid, silly question, of a teacher no less. You could see the confusion and embarrassment in her eyes as you quickly look away, pretending you didn't say anything.

"Umm.. oh. Oh!" she said, changing her tone quickly. "You must mean like a Girlfriend Experience? Like you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend on dates and such so that the sex is that much more satisfying? Of course I will. It might be awkward at school, but we can make it work. I'll let my fiancé know that I'm 'dumping' him," she said, with an emphasis on dumping to make it sound like it wasn't real.

"Your fiancé?"

"Yeah. Or my ex-fiancé now that we're dating. This is going to be fun. Here we are." She gave you a peck on the cheek as you pull into a quiet neighborhood a few blocks from your home. "Hmm... that's odd."

The house was pretty much closed down. A couple lights but no signs of a party or high school kids anywhere nearby.

"I'm going to see what's going on. Maybe text Haley to see if the party's still going on."

You nod as Miss Angela exits the parked car and runs up to the front door. She's at the front door talking to Mrs. Jordan now as you check your phone. You don't feel like texting Haley and just want to go home. Get this night over and maybe snuggle with your sister a little.

You put your phone away as a loud knock startles you on the passenger window. You roll it down to see an African-American woman from your high school class, who's name you didn't recall. "Hey, you're that kid that needs to fuck everyone?"

"I need to ejaculate every few hours, yes," you specify to the clearly drunk girl.

"I'll let you fuck me if you give me a ride to the party. Kel's stupid mother kicked us all out, but Haley moved it to her place across town. Cops took away my license for drinking and..." she started heaving onto the street as you recoiled.

Just then, Miss Angela came up and helped the poor girl into her car. "They moved the party, huh?" asked Angela as you nodded. You stared at the drunk girl's right breast as it peaked out of her shirt while she pretty much passed out. You reached back to adjust it, and... "We should get Sabrina home first, then we can swing by Haley's and..."

She looked back and smiled as you began unconsciously fondling Sabrina's tit. "You like that?" said Angela, with a sultry tone all of a sudden.

"Yes," you said, realizing what you were doing and not really caring.

"Do you want to hop in the back and fuck her? She won't mind." You thought about it. Your cock twitched. Maybe...

"No. Let's go to Haley's house."

"Party pooper," said Angela, upset that you wouldn't fuck this unconscious student of hers.

You pushed these thoughts as she drove across town again. The third residential area of the night was the locale for Haley's party. The house was a bit smaller than the Jordans' but clearly the locale of several groups of teenagers. Some hot and heavy, as you see a couple girls necking by a tree out front. And another guy and girl making out on the steps. You leave Sabrina in the car with the windows rolled down... maybe to save for later... as you help Miss Angela out of the car.

"Thank you, sweetie," she says, giving you a chaste kiss on the cheek, as she takes your hand and you both walk towards the house. You walk past the couple frenching and into the open door, where loud music emanates from and strobe lighting makes things impossible to ascertain.

"Woah, it's the freak!" says one unrecognizable, drunk jock, as you slink towards Miss Angela... but she left to go grab you and her a beer from a nearby keg.

"I-I'm sorry..." you say, two the three jocks starting to surround you.

"This kid fucked Kelly's girlfriend!"

"And he fucked that virgin, Hannah, in class. I saw it."

"And he said he fucked his own sister. And his mom, too, I think."

"Really?"

You spoke up, meekly, "Y-yeah. Me and my mom fucked earlier today."

"Awesome!" they all yelled out in unison. You weren't sure what was so awesome about that aspect of your disease but were a little less on edge.

"How many sisters you got? Did you fuck your mom and sister at the same time? Do you have a stepmom? Did you fuck any of the teachers?"

Before you could answer, Miss Angela arrived to the huddled. "He fucked me, boys. And boy was it great. And he has one sister, and while he didn't fuck his mom and her at the same time, he got his dad to fuck them both while he fucked me in the ass while we watched."

The boys were cheering and had a fuckton more questions while you just turned to Miss Angela in confusion. "Shh..." she whispered, based on your look. "Incest is all the rage on porn sites these days, and these kids don't know any better. They think you're a sex god because of the activities earlier tonight, not some victim of some obscure disease."

You had a little bit more of a confidence boost from them idolizing your incestuous activities, and spoke out finally: "Where's Haley?" you said, sipping a beer, but deciding against it after the foul taste.

"Oh, she's in the basement with Kelly, having a sex party down there with some others."

You rolled your eyes. Of course she was. She was a wild girl, and you probably got her all worked up fucking her at the pool this afternoon. You looked around a bit more, looking for any familiar faces. "Where's Hannah?" you finally asked, ignoring the jocks as they ogled Miss Angela, your "girlfriend", with thoughts of the innocent crush of yours you deflowered today.

They looked at each other, before one piped up. "She's down there too."

Oh, no.