Shes unrepentant with a mold

Carrying the box, you follow naked Consuela down the stairs to the sunken living room. Putting it on the coffee table, you follow her out the back table to the pool.

Jennifer was stretched on one of the deck chairs. You couldn't see her eyes through the sunglasses she had on. The cheerleader was topless in the late afternoon sun and wearing a pair of skin-tight booty shorts.

As you get close, Jennifer calls out, "I see you got a good deposit, Conseula."

Conseula laughed, replying, "I needed one after your papa's pathetic attempts at being a lover."

Dropping the robe onto the deck, the Latinas lay down on the chair next to Jennifer.

Conseula then lazily informed Jennifer, "By the way, the neighbor girl. The one little blonde one with the goth friend got a show; you might need to talk with her."

"Why would Marci Bigelow....," Jennifer starts, then she gets a big shit-eating grin.

"Tsk tsk, Mr. Clarkson, don't tell me you fucked Conseula on the front porch where anyone could see."

You sigh, "Well... in my defense Conseula was nude, showing off that perfect body of hers."

Jennifer giggled, saying, "Don't worry, Daddy, Marci is cool; her dad's ex-military, so she's used to being secretly wild."

"That's fine," you stammer before asking, "Jennifer, why did you record me and Krystal, and who did you give it to?"

Taking off the sunglasses, Jennifer says, "Truthfully, I just wanted to watch you drill Krystal's pussy after swearing she wasn't into you." She then licks her lips adding,"there was just something so deliciously naughty about you knocking her up with an **** baby I just had to share it."

"Jennifer," you growl, "if that gets put in, I'll go to prison."

Jennifer stood up and sauntered over to you. Draping her arms around your shoulders, the teen rose up on her toes, kissing you.

"Don't worry, Daddy, none of us will let that video out. Now that we know what it's like to be fucked by a man, we're not going to screw it up."

Hugging her, you reply, "I hope you're right."

She smiles, giving you another kiss before asking, "I saw you come down stairs with a package."

Letting her go, you turn to the house, remarking, "Yeah, Conselua said something about me liking what you ordered."

Grabbing your hand, she leads you into the house, saying, "You see, I was thinking even with Viagra and Cialis, it's a huge task to get you to cum more than two or three times."

You find yourself nodding along, saying, "I love you all, but I have to admit that satisfying all of you is a mountain of a challenge."

"That's what I was saying to Becky when we got back from Labor Day," Jennifer replied.

Heading into the kitchen, Jennifer retrieved a knife.

Coming out back into the living room, she said, "God knows after taking your cock, the last thing I want is for us to date any of the losers at school. Who have yet to figure out that we're having to fake orgasms so they don't pout."

"I'm not proud of it, but sharing any of you is a nonstarter for me." You admit. Slicing open the box, she opened it and removed the bubble wrap.

She starts pulling out about a dozen harnesses, saying, "The problem is eventually you wear out, and until we finish senior year, I can centralize us in one location."

The way she said that, centralizing us in one location, struck you as odd. Before you could follow up on it, she pulled out a long tube.

"Clone-A-Willy," you read out loud in astonishment.

Quickly you look in the box; there were nine other Clone-A-Willies.

"That's right, Daddy," Jennifer tittered. I figured after our Bikini Car Wash we can get together and start making copies for when we all can't ride, you live."

Floored, you imagine the team clustered around you furiously fucking each other with plastic copies of your cock. The whole time you're sliding the real thing in and out of the chosen girl while the others wait their turn. Gobsmacked, you didn't know whether to be horrified or incredibly turned on.

In a haze you vaguely remember telling Jennifer you talk more about this after practice. You drive home on autopilot luckily not hitting anything. Entering home, Sunyi was sitting on the couch calmly waiting.

She took one look into your eyes asking,"Is there anything wrong."

"I don't know Sunyi," You reply,"I really don't."