September 12th 2024

Second period:

"Fuck me sideways," you think to yourself as you stretch. Opening your desk drawer, you pulled out a bottle of Extra Strength Tylenol. Fishing out two capsules, you tossed them into your mouth before washing them down with some coffee.

"Well, that's what I fucking deserve for falling asleep in my front yard on top of an 18-year-old girl." You silently admonish yourself. Looking up from your coffee, you scanned the classroom. A smile tugged at your lips as your students plowed through the pop quiz you hit them with.

Sitting back in your chair, you took another sip of coffee as your mind wandered back to last night. You and Dallas might have gotten caught if your sprinklers hadn't turned on at 3 a.m., waking the two of you. You remember getting woken up by the deluge of cold water and scrambling to your feet and rushing into the carport. You recalled that Dallas's eyes were wide with alarm as she unconsciously tried to hide herself from you even as cum leaked down her inner thigh.

"Mr. Clarkson, sir, can I go to the bathroom?" Joyce Tamar called out, raising her hand.

Turning your attention to the student, you replied, "Yes, you can, Miss Tamar. Just don't take all day, please.

You watch the young lady make her way to the door before reminding the class. "Remember to turn your quizzes into the basket when you finish, please."

Looking down, you try turning your attention back to your lesson plans. You tried mapping out the next couple weeks, but your unruly mind kept going back to when Dallas tried to go home.

Dallas had been shivering from the cold when she whispered. "I need to get home." You'd planned on her going home. It's what you had intended all along. But instead you reached out. Snagging her by the arms, and telling her. "No, you're going inside with me and not leaving my bed till Friday."

You heard the classroom door open as Joyce Tamar came back to class. You watch her take her seat as Beth Anne puts down her pencil. You pause to watch her as she slides out of her seat, quiz in hand.

You couldn't help but marvel as the sexy cheerleaders approached your desk. She had a flirty smile as she laid the quiz into the basket. She silently mouthed, "I love you, Daddy," before heading back to her desk.

You'd been flabbergasted when Angela had called you a Dom, but what if she's right? Beth Anne, Rebecca, Lili, and especially Bailey and Dallas brought out something dark in you that, quite frankly, scared you at times. If you had to put a finger on it, you'd say it was a need to utterly possess them.

Just then the egg timer you started went off. "Five more minutes, class," you remind the students. You watched with amusement as the panic set in, especially among those who were already just skating by.

One student, Darnell Ward, looked like he was doing physics instead of history. Soon enough, or too soon for some of you students. You call out, "Time's up; bring your quizzes up to my desk." About half the class had already finished, but if the looks on some of their faces were any indicator of how they did. You were in for some interesting reading.

Beep, beep, beep.

You take another sip of your now lukewarm coffee. Glad that you'd now have a chance to swing by the teachers' lounge for a refill.

As the student exited the room, Beth Anne approached you asking. "Do you have a minute, Mr. Clarkson?" Glancing around, you saw there were still some other students within earshot. So rather than call her "baby girl," you say, "What can I do for you, Miss Riley?"

Looking around, she casually twirled her hair as she waited for more privacy. You nod, waiting patiently, as the last students leave. Quickly gathering her thoughts, she asks you. "It's about this weekend, Daddy."

"Oh, what about it?" You reply.

"With us traveling tomorrow and the car wash on Sunday." She looks away, her cheeks blushing. "I I I was kind of hoping that I could swing by your hotel room to talk about some things."

You smile at her, having expected something like this. "And what sort of things would you want to talk about, young lady?"

For a girl who stripped during the summer break. This seeming bashfulness was causing you to perk up.

The blush on your cheeks intensified, causing your cock to stir. "Those weights you got me. I've been using them," she whispered.

"Have you now?" you murmur. Remembering just how tight she felt wrapped around you. "And have you been using the other thing I got you?" Whether it was an act or not, her nod and shy smile left you shifting in your seat.

Your mouth was suddenly dry as the blood started thumping in your veins. "Well, I'll have to talk with Jennifer. But I imagine we could arrange for you to spend the night at your friend Lily's house on Saturday after we get back."

"Really, Daddy, that would be great." She said before biting her lower lip.

The sudden desire to nibble on her lower lip yourself left you fighting down a groan. "Head off to lunch, baby girl; I have work," you tell her regretfully.

"See you at practice, Daddy." She says, gathering her books. Watching her skirt-clad rump wiggle its way out of your classroom. You were still unsure if Beth Anne had been acting or not. Not wasting any more time, you grab your coffee cup and walk to the teachers' lounge for a fresh cup. Grabbing some fresh bean juice, you head back to your empty classroom to get some work done.

Sitting down, you check your school email and check on the final details for tomorrow's overnight trip for the team. Satisfied with what you see, you close out your email, taking a sip of coffee.

Despite having work to do and papers to grade, you find it hard to focus. Dallas had been so skittish when you shepherded her inside. For a girl, an experienced girl, she'd reacted almost virgin-like when she stopped dead, staring at your bed. She was so still when you pulled her back into you. It had been like she'd never shared a bed with a man before. After what seemed like ages. She finally relaxed, and you'd drifted off to sleep with your hand cupping her breast.

Bzzzzzzt Bzzzzzzzt

Blinking, you reach into your pockets and pull out your phone. Looking at the screen, it said "unknown number."

Accepting the call, you put it to your ear, answering, "Hello."

"Good afternoon, is this Mr. Jason Clarkson?"

"Yes," was your hesitant reply. "Who is this?"

"I'm sorry if this is an inconvenience, sir. I'm Maggie Haggerman, secretary for John Marley from the law offices of Marley and Marley."

"That's weird," you think to yourself. "Why would a law office be contacting me?"

"Mr. Marley has been retained by the families of several of the young men who were involved in an incident with you last Sunday."

You sigh, closing your eyes. "Figures."

"The families would like to come to an agreeable settlement to the incident and spare all parties a possibly long legal battle."

You snort, "So, I get beaten by a bunch of drunken frat boys because one was a boorish asshole. And it's an unfortunate incident."

"Be that as it may," she continued sympathetically. "Mr. Marley would like to meet with you or your legal counsel, if you have any, to avoid any further legal problems."

You think about it for a minute before coming to a decision.

"Mr. Clarkson..."

"Fine, I'll meet with Mr. Marley, but I won't have any time for one till Monday afternoon." You tell her.

After a second she comes back with. "That would be fine, sir. Mr. Marley doesn't have court and will be in the office. What would be a good time for you?"

"Would 3:30 be good?" You ask.

"3:30 would be just fine, Mr. Clarkson?" She confirmed.

Miss Haggerman gives you the address for the law offices and wishes you a good day, hanging up. Checking the directions, you groan. It was on the other side of town. You'd have to take Krystal and Lili with you to the meeting if you wanted to make it in time. Turning off the phone, you stick it in your desk drawer and manage to focus enough to grade the first and second period quizzes before the bell rings letting out third period.

Putting everything away, you greeted your student with a smile as they took their seats. After taking roll, you dropped the bad news. Hearing them groan as you handed out the quizzes.

Picking up your egg timer, you set it. Before telling the class, "Your 45 minutes starts now." As the class break out their pencils and go to work, your eyes meet Jennifer's.

She silently regards you for a minute. That sexy smirk of hers playing at her lips. Picking up her pencil, she waggles her eyebrows at you before starting the quiz.

"Yup," you think to yourself. "She knows all about Dallas. "You look at your niece, who was chewing on her eraser. She looked so serious that it could be hard to believe the sheer amount of chaos your niece was capable of.

You had been spooned up against her ass when the two of you had drifted off. Sometime after you had flipped onto your back, and Dallas had flipped to her other side and had been partially draped over you.

When your alarm went off, the first thing you had felt and saw was Dallas's hot little hand wrapped around your morning wood. Despite the alarm, the teen had still been snoozing with a smile on her lips as she drooled onto your chest.

You had been studying her when her eyes opened, meeting yours. Saying nothing, the teen silently regarded you, a question in her eyes. The whole time her hand had been wrapped around your hard, aching cock as if it was an afterthought. You had been contemplating taking her lips with yours. When your bedroom door opened without you noticing.

"Is this who you blew me and Lili off for last night, Uncle Jason?" "A naked Krystal demanded as she breezed into the room. Her impish smile had immediately clashed with the borderline angry and aggressive way she worded the question.

You remembered her frightened gasp as the teen let go of your erection like it had been her. "Who... who... who are you?" the startled teen had gasped out. Krystal had strutted over, showing off her dancer's body, before leaning down to give you a morning kiss.

"Good morning, Uncle Jason," she murmured before turning her attention to Dallas. "Mnnnnnnn," Krystal purred as she took in Dallas's breasts. "Fuck, I wish I had tits like those." Krystal then giggled, adding, "Maybe next year they'll grow after you breed me."

Blinking her eyes, Dallas's mouth hung open. All in all, she looked like she'd just been slapped with a fish. "Uncle... breed you," the stunned teen babbled. You groaned as Krystal perched herself on the bed as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

Krystal's eyes roamed Dallas's body, taking in the dried jizz splattered across the teen's pussy and upper thighs. "Wow," Krystal stated with all the nonchalance of someone who was talking about the weather. "What a huge load. I'm soooooo jealous; I bet you'll be knocked up by the end of the month."

Dallas's eyes were now taking on a 1000-yard stare. "Knocked up..." the teen whimpered.

"Krystal... you're... not... helping," you grunted.

An equally nude Lili, save for the titanium collar around her throat. You chose that moment to join that chaos your niece was sowing.

"Good morning, Dallas," she greeted.

"Lili," Dallas gasped, recognizing the girl. You saw her blink in disbelief as her eyes zoomed in on her bare cunt. Or more aptly, the bold black letters let anyone who saw them know that Lili was "Daddy's Personal Cum Dump."

If everything hadn't been absurd enough, Krystal had leaned over confiding. "A little overboard, wouldn't you say? Normally it would be either a collar or a tattoo, but trust an Asian **** to choose both."

"KRYSTAL..." you'd hissed in exasperation before shooing her and Lili out.

BRRRRRRRRRRIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGG

Looking up, you realize you'd been woolgathering for the whole class. "Pencils down, please bring your quizzes and put them in the basket."

"Get a hold of yourself, Jason." You think to yourself as your grumbling students turned in their quizzes. Restless, your students stewed the final five minutes till the bell rang. After Beth Anne earlier, you'd expected Jennifer and company to say or do something.

Instead, all of them, including Janna, grouped up, flashing you strange smiles before leaving for lunch. The whole thing looked planned, and it filled you with dread.

"Fuck... what are they planning?" you ask out loud.

Locking up, you leave your classroom to eat your lunch. You weaved your way through the throngs of students, trying hard to notice the way the girls looked in their outfits. Finally you arrive back at the teachers' lounge and slip inside. Walking over to one of the two fridges, you open it up, retrieving your lunch. Then, turning to the vending machine next to it, you buy a small bottle of orange juice.

Walking over to an empty table, you sit down, pulling out a plastic-wrapped hoagie sandwich and a banana. Unwrapping the food, your stomach rumbled as you tore into the meal, having skipped breakfast. While chewing, your thoughts wandered back to this morning.

After you shooed Krystal and Lili out of your room with the promise of "Unless you two vixens want to be cut off. They needed to be on guard and keep Sunyi from catching them wandering in and out of your room naked."

Of course you hadn't said anything about Sunyi knowing what was going on. Furthermore, Sunyi didn't know that you knew that she knew. Fuck, this was like something out of an old episode of the A-Team. Swallowing some orange juice, you remembered how shell-shocked she looked after you closed the door. It had taken everything in you not to push her back onto the bed and mount her.

Instead, you reached out, taking her hands, and wordlessly drew her to her feet. You remember just how deep her eyes had been, like two bottomless pools you could drown yourself in. Biting her lip, you saw the questions that were bubbling under the surface. Holding her hand, you led her into the bathroom, opening the shower door.

SKRREEEEECCCCHHHHHHH

Blinking, you saw another teacher pulling out the chair opposite you and sitting down. The younger man looked to be in his late 20s to early 30s. He had messy black hair and glasses. Whereas you and most of your male colleagues dressed in a dress shirt with a tie. This guy wore a plaid flannel shirt that was open at the collar.

"Mr. Clarkson, I'm glad you're here. I was hoping to see you." He said, apologizing. You shrugged like it was no big deal as you struggled to remember his name. Then it hit you—he was Ted Padlowski, who taught social studies to freshmen and sophomores.

"What can I do for you, Ted?" You ask before taking a bite of your sandwich. He instantly started acting nervously, scanning the room in a way that set your neck hairs on edge.

Leaning in closer, he lowered his voice to just above a whisper. "I heard you might have some wrong ideas..."

"Jesus Christ." You think to yourself. Thinking back, you don't remember seeing him in any of Dallas's photos, but that didn't mean anything. Setting down your sandwich, a wave of anger washed over you. "How dare this asshole fuck with what was mine?"

Your knuckles whitened as you gripped the table. "How many did you fuck?" you quietly growled.

The way Ted jerked as if he'd stuck his finger in a light socket confirmed everything to you. Seeing the murderous look in your eyes, Ted started babbling, "Um, no, no, no, I never..."

Cutting him off, you hissed, "Don't fucking lie. How many of Dallas and her friends did you fuck?"

Ted's mouth hung open, and you could see his jaw quiver. He then seemed to shrink in on himself. "All of them," he finally whispered as shame flooded out of him.

You knew you were an utter hypocrite, but all that mattered is that this fuck had messed with one of your girls. "If you know what's good for you, you'll tell me everything."

Ted looked at you helplessly for several minutes before giving you a tiny nod. Leaning forward, he cleared his throat before saying. "I was something of a nerd in high school and college, and girls didn't really want anything to do with me."

You looked at the man. He wasn't ugly or anything like that, so you figure he lacked confidence. "What does your being a nerd have to do with this?"

"I'm getting to it," he sighed. "I've been teaching for 10 years, and you've seen how they dress." Your raised eyebrow causes him to snort, admitting, "I'm not stupid. I know it's not an excuse."

Ted sits up, scanning the room. You notice as his right hand starts playing with a gold ring on his left ring finger. Ted was married. "Some of them are so hot it's impossible not to notice. So from time to time you couldn't help but fantasize."

"Go on," you murmured.

"There was this one girl I taught for 9th and 10th grade." His eyes shift from the ceiling to yours. "You know her, Dallas." The man gulped hard as he continued, "Even then her tits were huge. I'd never taught a teen with breasts that large. There were days I'd get home after school and imagine them wrapped around my dick."

You growled as he said it, almost jumping up out of your seat. Ted jerks back, putting his hand up. "I didn't."

"Finish," you hissed, barely containing yourself.

"Fine," he sullenly replied. "Last year Andy had a bunch of us over the Saturday before Halloween. One last cookout for the year." Ted breaks your gaze, looking down at the ring on his finger. "I'd just met Mindy, and things had already been heating up with her."

"Go on," you demand.

"We were sitting around the fire drinking when Andy asked if we'd ever thought about fucking a student."

You nodded, following along. "And of course you had."

Ted nods before saying, "We were all hammered, and next thing I knew, Andy motioned to the house." Ted falls silent before groaning as if in pain. "There were three of them... Gabriella, Tabitha, and Carmen... they were all nude except for these platform high heels they were wearing."

Ted's eyes go distant as if he were reliving that night. "The next morning I woke up hungover, and I wanted to be ashamed."

"Wanted to be, but weren't?" You ask.

"No, I wasn't," he confirmed. "How can you regret having one teen riding your cock begging to be filled with your cum while another rides your face."

No, you don't blame him for not feeling bad. But for fucking what belonged to you, oh yes. "What happened next?"

Ted snorted, "We were all sitting there nursing our hangovers when Andy asked if we wanted more of last night." Ten starts shaking his head. "I'm not proud of it," he murmurs. "But after that night I couldn't say no."

"What did Andy want in return?" You query.

"It was simple... from us teachers... let's just say that all the wrestlers and football players turned into A/B students."

Taking a moment, you down the last of your orange juice. "What was Leonard's price?"

Ted shrugged, saying, "You know how it is, especially if they were taking certain medications."

"Roids," you think to yourself.

"Discipline problems, boys caught getting handsy with their girlfriends... that all went away." He finished. Ted shook his head, saying, "Not going to lie, I loved every moment of it until spring break."

You remembered that Dallas's only thing she begged for was not to be pimped out. "What happened?"

"We were having my bachelor party at Club Deja Vu. My present, it Dallas, was finally open to be used by us all." He confessed. "I'd fucked the others dozens of times. Knocked up Dallas's friend Porli. But Dallas was the girl I'd dreamed about since she'd been in my 9th grade class. Andy till then had kept her separate as his personal plaything."

Ted looked back down at his wedding ring before making a fist. "She was sobbing as we tore the clothes off her." He then looks up at your sorrow radiating from him. "You could hear her heart breaking right up until the **** kicked in, turning her into a cock-craving slut."

Ted wearily gets up, his eyes red with emotion. "Listen, I know I don't deserve any mercy. I snapped out of it after that weekend. Married Mindy, and now just want to be a husband and hopefully someday a father."

Ted walked around the table and placed his hand on your shoulder. "Please," he whispered. "Whatever's going on between you and Andy, leave me out of it, and I'm begging you, don't tell my wife."

With that, Ted Padlowski walked away, leaving your thoughts roiling. You sit there stewing for several minutes. You fight down the desire to run over them with your car.

Getting up, you toss your trash into the garbage before storming out of the lounge. Walking back to your classroom, you kept your expression blank. The whole time, your conscience, which until now had been beaten into submission, had come to life.

"See," it sneered at you and the beast. "You're no fucking different than Reese," it raged. Some of your 5th period class was waiting when you arrived. Unlocking the door, you hold it open for them. Following them inside, you sat down at your desk.

Sitting there, the notion that you were no different than Reese kept nagging at you. As you students wandered in to class, you found yourself scrutinizing your dealings with all your girls. As

the minutes tick by, you think about your relationships with each of them.

Katenya, the beautiful Ukrainian girl who took you to her home and seduced you. "Liar," your conscience sneered. "She wanted an anchor baby to stay in the country; you just used her.

Jennifer, who promised you her and her friends' bodies and wombs in exchange for being head cheerleader and valedictorian. "Your an asshole using a broken girls influence to feed your need for teen pussy.

Beautiful little Rebecca, who even now was carrying your baby. "A confused teen whom Jennifer bulldozed into feeding your lust."

Each girl as you brought them up, your conscience would rebuke you.

Beep, beep, beep.

Rang the bell heralding the end of lunch and the oncoming tsunami of students. Quickly everyone entered the classroom, taking their seats. Taking roll, you noted that everyone was present except for one seat.

"And you're the fucking reason it's empty, asshole," your conscience sneered. Dallas, whom you'd ordered to stay in your home this morning. The only clothes you'd allowed her were one of your sweatshirts. "What about her parents?" your conscience raged. "You told her when they called that she had skipped class to find things, and she'll be home Friday."

"Okay, class, you'll be taking a quiz; you'll have 50 minutes to complete it." You explained as you handed them out. Sitting back down at your desk, you set the egg timer, calling out. "Your time starts now."

Sitting there, your conscience continued working on your behavior with the teen. "Deluded asshole," it tormented you. "You all but **** that girl. You should just turn yourself in."

"ENOUGH!" The beast howled. Having been strangely quiet till now. "You say we all but **** her, then explain this morning," it glared.

Dallas had been stiff when you opened the shower door. Turning on the water, you entered after the water heated, taking her with you. You poured the soap into your hand, and you started stroking her skin, lathering it up. You felt her shudder under your fingers, and in a heartbeat the shell-shocked teen was replaced by a sensual temptress whose only desire was to make you hard.

Despite the turmoil in your mind. Your cock thickened in your pants as you reveled in how her lips and tongue had felt as she'd explored your chest. Her eyes, twin pools of fiery lava, bored into yours as she sank to her knees.

"Let me take care of you, Papi," she'd purred. You nodded as she leaned in close, her mouth opening. Kissing you, your toes had curled when she wrapped her lips around your crown. Dallas took you deep into her throat, giving your straining member a mouth hug. That alone had sent your blood pressure into the stratosphere when she pulled back.

"Fuck," she'd purred. "You're so much bigger than Andy was."

"Don't compare me to that fucker," you growled.

"Never again, Daddy," she purred, the promise of sin dripping from her tone. You groaned, feeling her fingers wrap about your shaft. "This is the only cock I need." A fresh stream of precum drooled from you as her other hand cupped your balls. "This is the only cum I want," she teased. Looking up at you, her tongue flicked out, gathering up your essence.

Dallas smiled, making a show of licking her lips. "I'm so hungry, Daddy; please let me have my breakfast." Nodding, you'd immediately know what she wanted. Your mind had quite frankly shorted out. You would have sworn Dallas was a succubus who was trying to suck out your soul along with your cum. Afterwards she purred in contentment, telling you. "Your cum is so warm in my stomach. Thanks for breakfast, Papi."

"See," the beast countered. "Are those the actions of a frightened girl who was all but ****?" Your conscience was quiet for a bit before whispering. "No, but that doesn't make what you did right."

At a mental standoff, you spent the rest of fifth period staring off into space. Your class could sense something was wrong. You could hear them whispering. But you were unable to spare the energy to try and deal with it.

Eventually you were roused from your funk by the egg timer going off. You had your students bring up their quizzes, and you let them sit quietly until the bell rang.

Beep, beep, beep.

Quickly your students got up and filed out. You could still hear them whispering, "What's up with Mr. Clarkson?" as they left. Feeling more than a little morose. You watched your sixth-period class take their seats. A smile tugged at your lips when Bailey breezed in dressed very ungoth-like.

She was wearing a frilly cream-colored blouse that left one of her shoulders bare. Of course there was no bra strap. Her hair was once again in a ponytail to tease people with the Black and Scarlet DW tattooed on the back of her neck. Instead of jeans, she wore a pair of charcoal grey skin-tight leggings. She finished it off with heeled boots.

Sitting down, she took one look at you, and concern flooded her face. That same concern stayed the whole period whenever she'd glance up from her quiz. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity. Your egg timer went off, signaling the end of the quiz.

A couple minutes later the bell for the end of the day sounded. Erupting into motion, your students packed their stuff to leave for the day. Bailey took her time, and quickly it was only the two of you left in the now empty classroom.

Sliding out of her seat, Bailey walked around to your side of the desk. Dropping down onto one knee, she entwined her fingers with yours.

"What's wrong, Daddy?"

Seeing the concern in her eyes, you help but feel undeserving of it. Wetting your dried lips, you finally put voice to your struggle.

"Bailey, on Saturday... did I cross the line? Did I f f **** you?"

Bailey regarded you solemnly for a time before raising your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles.

"No, Daddy, you didn't **** me. Saturday was the most erotic night of my life." She softly assured you. A wave of relief washed over you. "What about..."

"Shhhh, Daddy, it's alright," she murmured. Looking up from your hands, she brushed her lips across yours. "I was surprised. But I wanted all of it, including you giving me those fertility."

A relieved smile blossomed as you closed your eyes. "Then..." you started, only for Bailey to kiss you again.

Opening your eyes, you saw the concern was gone, replaced with a flirtiness. "You did cross a line, Daddy. You're a teacher; I'm a student." Her right hand drifts up, caressing your cheek. "When I listened to you mutter in your sleep about breeding me with triplets. I never wanted anything more." Her hand left your cheek, wandering down to cover the bulge in your pants. Feeling by you, her got wider as she told you. "If you feel the need to make it up to my daddy, I only have one complaint. That I don't wake up with your dick filling me every day."

Her breath hitches before letting out a giggle as she feels you stiffen in your pants. "There, no more of that, Daddy," she murmurs, getting to her feet.

Immensely relieved, you watch as she crosses back, going to her desk. "I know you have practice tonight, and your time will be taken up with your cheerleaders for the weekend." Picking up her things, she spins before looking back at you over her shoulder. "Please make time for me soon; my pussy is famished and wants to spend some time with its new best friend." Your eyes follow her retreating form as she sashays to the door. "Besides, those triplets won't make themselves." And with that, Bailey exited the classroom.

"See, I told you," the beast gloated. Your conscience snarkily replies, "Still doesn't make it right." Opening your desk, you retrieve your phone and then stuff the quizzes into your briefcase. Leaving your classroom, you lock the door and make the walk out to the football field, where Maddie would have the team.

Maddie had them all warming up when you arrived at the field. Sitting down on the bleachers, you watch them warming up, a sight that never fails to arouse you. Maddie has the girls finish the warm-up and then start going over tomorrow's routine.

Nodding, your assistant then walks over to you. "Jason, we might have an issue for tomorrow."

"What now?" you groan.

"They're predicting 2 inches of rain where we're going to play."

Closing your eyes, you shake your head. That much rain meant that more than likely the girls were going to be trapped on the sidelines and not get to perform.

"How likely is the forecast?" you sigh. Maddie gives you a look. "I know, I know," you groan. "You wouldn't say anything if it wasn't going to happen." Maddie heads back to the girls, leaving you alone.

"Great, just great," you think to yourself. Five hours on a bus and the girls won't be able to do their thing. Life just isn't fair sometimes. The watch as the girls worked overtime to perfect their routine before Maddie blew the whistle, sending them to the showers.

Watching them head inside, you decide that leaving it was unfair, cooping Dallas in your house all day just because you wanted to keep her for yourself. Resolved, you head into the gymnasium to wait for Lili and Krystal to appear. After about 15 minutes the two freshly showered teens come bounding down the stairs.

During the drive home the girls chatted. You noticed they were constantly bringing up Dallas and how her tits look. How they couldn't wait to see her ride your cowboy style. The standard teasing you've come to expect from the chaos fairy that your niece had turned into.

Arriving at home, they dash inside as you take your time. Rounding the car, you stride up the walkway through the still-open doorway. Entering your home, you close the door behind you and look around the living room.

You didn't see Dallas, but Sunyi was sitting on the couch leafing through a magazine. "Anything happen today, Sunyi?"

She gives you an inscrutable look. "Nothing in particular," she murmured. Of course that was a lie. When you and the girls left this morning, she and Dallas had been eyeing each other across the kitchen table. Striding down the hallway, you heard music coming from behind Krystal's closed door.

Putting your hand on your doorknob, you turned it, resolved to let Dallas go home. Opening the door, you entered the room. "Dallas, I've been..." You stumble to a stop.

Dallas was lying on her back on your bed. Her legs were spread with one bent at the knee. Moaning the teens left hand was rubbingher swollen lips. You could hear the bell attached to her left nipple ring as she twisted the peak with her thumb and forefinger.

Her eyes drifted open; they were soft with pleasure. "Papi," she mewled. "My kitty hasn't been fed since last night; she's sooooo hungry.

Hunger, deep and carnal, was warring with your newfound resolve to do better by her. And of course if you did this, any illusions of just what you were doing would be forever shattered.