Saturday Morning

You were too tired to recall exactly how you made love to Hannah, or how many times, but you woke in the early morning with the sun peeking in through the window of what seemed to be Haley's room, both you and Hannah atop the covers in your full glory. She was asleep, as you looked her up and down. Dry cum lay on either side of her vagina, and speckled the black hairs guarding that entrance, that you had broken multiple times now.

Haley came in, trying to be quiet, and wearing only her father's dress shirt. You pretended to be asleep as you surreptitiously watched her go to her makeup case. She grabbed a few things and didn't notice you slip off the bed and tiptoe behind her on the shallow carpet.

"What are you doing?" you whisper into her left ear as she jumps and you stifle a scream. You look back to notice Hannah merely stir, exposing herself slightly more to the morning sun.

"John, you scared me," said Haley, as you turned her towards you. You reached into her shirt and fondled her breast as she smiled. She looked down at your hastily growing cock and licked her lips.

"You like fucking your father?" you whisper , trying to sound like a different person, as you push her against the wall next to the makeup case and pounded into her wet entrance.

"Yeah. He has a bigger cock than you," she responds, quietly, as you respond with a feigned look of hurt. You didn't recall Principal Ellis's cock size last night, but it was probably average. Couldn't have been much bigger, if at all.

"He probably can't fuck you as often as I do."

"He doesn't have to." You weren't sure if that was an insult based on your disease, or she was bragging about his sexual prowess. It was enough to send your sailors into her harbor, however.

You relax a moment with Haley in your arms as the last of your seed is pumped out, a little bit trickling on the carpet betwixt you two. "Morning," says Haley, as you turn around to see Hannah relaxing in bed watching you two.

"Morning," she says, with no signs of jealousy or resentment at her best friend fucking the boy she was fucking.

Before you noticed it, an intercom sounded by the doorway. "Breakfast," you noticed the voice of Principal Ellis, who sounded much more chipper than the night before.

Downstairs, Principal Ellis was cooking breakfast for six. You and Hannah had been giving bathrobes, monogrammed MTE and JLE respectively, presumably for Principal Ellis and his late wife. Haley kept on her dress shirt, with some cum stains now, and Miss Angela and Sabrina were seated at the breakfast table in the Ellis's fancy, futuristic kitchen, wearing the same clothes from yesterday. The main foyer was a bit of a mess, but everyone else seems to have skedaddled.

Ellis seemed to be in a much more cordial mood as he finished scrambling some eggs. "Orange juice?" he asked you as you nodded. Haley grabbed a carton and poured it into a glass as you sat between Miss Angela and Hannah.

"You seem to be in a good mood, Mr. Ellis," you say to your principal as he begins handing plates to Haley who passes them along the table. He's wearing a t-shirt and silk pajama pants as he smiles at his daughter for helping him.

"I'm sorry I was a bit peeved last night," he begins, as he sits down and finishes a silent prayer. "But we can't be really having these sex parties at my house. It's not really appropriate for the principal of the local high school. By all means, fuck my daughter," he says, as he begins to peel an orange, "but any large gatherings you require, I would prefer you hold them at your house or another location." Haley squeezed his hand as she scooted in close. "Haley and I have made an arrangement to allow a little leeway on that matter when summer hits."

You nod as you dig into the food. Hannah squeezes your hand and scooches close, almost mimicking Haley and her father in her overt sign of affection towards you. You wondered if this inspired a bit of a rivalry between the two couples. You look over at Miss Angela, scarfing down her food in her disheveled clothes. Sabrina isn't eating, but rather nursing a hangover.

"Can you call my parents?" she says, sounding tired and cranky. "I'm not sure where my phone is."

"There, there," said Miss Angela as she winked to you. She dropped a pill into Sabrina's orange juice. "We've already called your mother, dear. Now, drink. We need to sober you up."

You look around and no one else seems to have seen the action. You mouth a "what are you doing?" wordlessly to Miss Angela, but she silently shushes you. You all continue to eat your food.

"So, did we do well, Mr. Doe?" asked Ellis, sincerely. You gave him a perplexed look. "Last night? When I slept with Haley and Miss Tuttle had sex with those boys? Did you and Miss Chan enjoy yourselves after you retired?"

You coughed, but Hannah spoke up. "Yes, actually. He made love to me three times last night. Then he fucked your daughter this morning."

"Well, that's good to hear," Ellis said, as he turned to smile at Haley with this news. Any further conversation on this matter was rendered moot by Sabrina.

Sabrina collapsed into her uneaten plate. "Quick, Haley, help me!" said Miss Angela, as Haley got up to grab Sabrina's legs.

"You're going to love this, John," said Haley, as she smiled and they carried her upstairs.

You stood there in equal confusion with Hannah as Principal Ellis walked up next to you. "I don't quite get the allure, but Miss Tuttle said you wanted to fuck Sabrina when she was unconscious last night. So, I gave her some of the sleeping pills my doctor prescribed, and Haley and Miss Tuttle should be getting her ready for you up in our bedroom."

You had but a moment to react, when Hannah started pulling you upstairs. "Come on, John, if you need to fuck her, let's go."

You followed her up to Ellis's bedroom and watched as Haley finished stripping off Sabrina's panties. "I'll get her wet for you," said Haley, as she dove in head first to Sabrina's crotch. Haley was still wearing but a dress shirt, which rode up now revealing her completely bottomless state and the after effects of you fucking her this morning. Watching her eat out this girl, you positioned yourself behind the bed, and peered at Haley's opening asshole and vagina, wondering if you should go further.

Angela had stripped out of her clothes, and with Hannah's help, they slipped off your robe, with your erect cock betraying your ultimate interest in this scene. Like a lightning rod, you pointed directly to the wanted place of entry (or a slight angle away from), and Miss Angela and Hannah backed off, with Angela pleasuring herself as she leaned against Principal Ellis's dresser.