Sunday morning

You jerked awake, the sun glaring in your eyes. Looking around, you found yourself on the couch in Jennifer's living room. Thinking back, you vaguely remembered getting out of the pool and staggering to the couch before collapsing. The last thing you remembered was each teen giving you a kiss.

Looking at your watch, you saw that it was 7:27AM. Groaning, you lever yourself into a sitting position. You start rotating your right arm, trying to work a kink when you hear someone moving around.

"Ahhh, Professor, I see you finally up," Conseula greets you. Turning your head, you could see she was dressed simply in shorts and a tank top. Her breasts, which you stroked and suckled the night before, hung unencumbered.

Despite the luscious sight before you, your dick remained totally flaccid from the previous night's antics. Looking down, it occurred to you that you were nude.

"Conseula, what happened to my clothes?" you ask.

Heading into the kitchen, she replied, "They were on the deck when I got up. I put them in the dryer."

Feeling the need to pee, you head up the stairs to the second-floor bathroom. The bathroom was a mess of vomit and paper towels. Gingerly, you relieve yourself before escaping the room.

Heading back downstairs, you call out, "I hope you have cleaners or something coming. I haven't seen a bathroom that raunchy since the last concert I went to."

"Don't worry, cleaners will be here in two hours," she replied. Coming out of the kitchen. Conseula was holding a large cup of steaming coffee. Ambling over to you, she leaned in, kissing you on the mouth. At the same time, with her free hand, she grabbed your cock, giving it a couple of exploratory squeezes.

Despite the stimulation, your boy was unable to get hard. Conseula broke the kiss with a disappointed whine, remarking, "We tired him out."

Handing you the steaming cup, she said, "Here, sit. I get your clothes."

You sat back down to enjoy the coffee while Conseula retrieved your swim attire. After a couple minutes she came back into the room, handing you your freshly dried clothing. Sitting down next to you, she glanced at your still stubbornly soft cock, telling you regretfully. "The Patrone will be here Tuesday for Governors fund raiser."

Leaning back, she sighed, saying, "I will have to put up with his rutting while here." She paused, giving you a side eye. "He is, as chicas say, a one-pump chump."

She then turns to you and leans forward, placing her hand on your thigh. "Please, promise me sex after he leaves. "You, Professor, are best sex I have since coming to this country.

She then reaches out, giving you another slow, tongue-filled kiss. Coming up for air mentally flattens you, saying, "Besides, if I'm to get impregnata, it should be by man who no uses me as a live-in puta."

Sitting back, her serious look dissappears behind her saucy grin. Jumping up, she heads for the stairs, telling you over her shoulder, "You should get dressed; Beckie's cousin will be here soon to take her to church."

Sitting down with your coffee, you slid on your swim trunks. You had just gotten your shirt on when a very nude Rebecca came barreling down the stairs holding a bundle of clothing.

The redhead froze at seeing you, and she gave you a weak smile. "Sorry, Mr. Clarkson, I'm running late," she apologized as she disappeared down another hallway to what you assume is the first-floor bathroom.

Finishing the coffee, you look around, finding your wallet and keys.

Conseula comes back into the living room telling you, "Jennifer was up all night with Janna and Beth Anne; they are sleeping in a pile."

As tempting as it would be to check in on them. Jana would probably not appreciate it after her fleeing the pool last night. "I'll shove off then let the girls work it out," you say before finding your Crocs. Ready to leave you track down Conseula in the kitchen. Walking up to her, you wrap your arms around her. Giving the woman a deep kiss. You cup her world-class ass with one hand while you tweak her eraser-sized nipple with the other.

She shivers, moaning into your mouth. Breaking the kiss, you tell the stunned woman, "Until next time."

Letting her go, she leans against the counter for stability as you leave the kitchen.

Walking up the stairs, you come to the front door when you hear the doorbell ring.

Opening the door, you saw two young women in summer dresses wearing pumps. The redhead on the left, other than looking to be an inch taller. And unless she's padding her bra, a cup size bigger could pass as Rebecca's sister.

The other girl was another of your cheerleaders. Kimberly Bender, according to your records, transferred to Tempest High School from Las Vegas. Her mahogany-colored hair had frosted tips. At 5'8", the blue-eyed beauty was one of the tallest members of the team. Her gravity-defying D-cup breasts had gotten her a lot of attention. But you had seen her shoot down at least 7 guys, three alone at the party yesterday. And if Jennifer was still set on her plan, most importantly, she was 18 two weeks ago.

"Mr. Clarkson, you're still here," Kimberly wondered aloud, looking at you.

Thinking quickly, you lie, "I had a couple beers too many, and Jennifer put me up in a guest room."

Kimberly gave you a contemplative look before saying, "Oh, okay." She then looked over at her companion, saying, "Jaina, this is our cheer coach, Mr. Clarkson. Mr. Clarkson, this is Rebecca's cousin Jaina Proudmoore Blazzard." She finished with a smile.

"Kim..." the redhead sighed before holding out her hand. Shaking your hand, she clarified, "My mom and dad are big fans of World of Warcraft."

You smile at the teenager, remarking, "There are worse things to be named after."

Just then, a running Rebecca arrived. "Sorry I'm late," she gasped. You watched as the three hopped into a waiting car being driven by a woman you vaguely remember meeting at the open house.

As they drive off, you hop in your car, driving home.