You sleep like the dead.

Beep beep whirrrrrrrrrrrrr went your coffee maker. Patiently waiting, you watched as the stream of hot liquid started filling the coffee pot. Looking over at the stove, you see it was just after 8am.

When you'd woken up, the sun was barely peeking in through the blinds. Sometime after you conked out, Beth Anne had rolled off of you. Rolling onto your side, you studied the sleeping teen. Gloriously nude, she'd apparently taken off the corset top and was lying on her back, legs splayed. Looking at her cum-splattered pussy took you back to her whispered statement. "You're going to knock me up."

The coffee maker goes quiet, catching your attention. Reaching over you, open the dishwasher and retrieve a coffee cup. When the stream of coffee turns into drips, you take the pot. You could hear the drips sizzle on the heating element as you poured your cup of dark roast. Putting down the pot, you walk to the sliding glass door and open it.

Heading out back, you pass the shattered chair from Labor Day and sit down on the chair that Tina had sat on while she'd watched Rebecca pleasure you with her mouth.

Taking a sip, you closed your eyes, seeing Beth Anne sprawled on your bed. You'd reached out, stroking her soft belly as her words played around in your head. Her skin was smooth and blemish-free. "For now," the beast had purred.

A smile teased at your lips as, in your mind's eye, her belly expanded, blowing up till it looked like a beach ball. Your gaze then moved to her hips, and you saw the telltale bruising from where you had held her hips.

"Mnnnnn, the fuckers will be jealous, wondering who'd fucked this slut," the beast growls. Your fingers drift down to her hips, stroking your brands. You notice that with all your touching, Beth Anne's breathing doesn't even hitch. "Either you really wore her out or she's a sound sleeper," you think to yourself.

You looked back at her belly, and an idea burst into your head. That day at the tattoo parlor Beth Anne had looked disappointed that she wasn't getting a tattoo too. Turning your head, you looked at the nightstand and, more importantly, the Sharpie in the drawer.

"Mmnnnnnn, do it," the beast growled, egging you on.

Reaching over you, you quietly opened the drawer and felt around till you found it. Pulling it out, you took the cap off as you turned back to the sleeping cheerleader. You already could imagine them men adjusting themselves in envy.

As a test, you lightly set the tip against the skin right above her pussy. A few moments later you picked up the Sharpie. "Perfect," you whispered as you looked at your work.

Deposits only framed her pussy with an arrow pointing down to her cleft. Looking up, you don't see any change in the sleeping teen.

A wolfish grin split your face as you started the next part. "Jason, you're going to hell," you muse to yourself. Taking your time, you scrawl 'teen breeder' across her lower belly.

Just then you're brought back to the here and now as you hear someone enter the kitchen. You take another drink of coffee as a very nude Beth Anne comes out the back door.

Stopping halfway to your she puts her hands on her hips. She looks down at the "teen breeder," remarking, "Really?"

You smile, saying nothing, and take another sip of hot bean juice. Shaking her head, she stalks up to you, straddling your thighs.

"You know, Daddy, this is just going to be washed away by us washing cars," she states as she sits down. Draping her arms around your shoulders, she leans forward. You could feel her breasts flatten against your chest as she purred into your ear. "If you want it to stick around, you'll need something permanent."

Using your hands you reach around the teen cupping both cheeks of her tight ass. "Hehehe... would you want that, not being able to show your belly without everyone knowing what kind of slut you are?"

"Mmnnnnnnn," she purred before nipping your ear. "If that's what you want, then it should say 'Daddy's Breeder.'" She then shifted, bringing her lips mere centimeters from yours. "Because I'm your slut... Daddy," she finished before mashing her lips to yours.

Her kiss was aggressive, and you could feel her nipples harden against your chest. Your cock, despite having cum twice last night, began to throb as blood rushed into it.

"Didn't you two get enough last night?"

Beth Anne let out a feral growl as she broke the kiss. Turning her head, she snarked, "I don't live here, Krystal." She then turned back to you, murmuring, "Yet."

Krystal was leaning against the doorframe, looking delectable in pajama pants and nothing else. Krystal raises her hands. "Whoa," she exclaims. "We need to be at the Elks Lodge for setup by 10."

"She's right," you pout as Krystal disappears inside. Beth Anne sighs, muttering "raincheck" as she gets up, heading back inside.

As she disappears inside, you look around, remembering your coffee cup. Looking down, you see the shattered cup. "Fuck me," you groan as you head back inside.

Realizing that you don't have time to cook a large breakfast. You knock on Krystal's door loudly, announcing, "After you all get ready, we'll swing by McDonald's on the way."

You hear, "Okay, Uncle," through the door and head into your room to get dressed. You drag out some walking shorts and a t-shirt before hopping into the shower for a quick scrub-down. Concentrating, you take a five-minute shower. Sure, you hit everything important. You turn the water off and get out. Reaching for the towel, you notice that Lili is perched at your sink putting on makeup.

"How did I get so lucky?" you marvel as loudly as you study the teen. You'd seen her in the suit last night. But now knowing in a couple hours she'd be parading in front of a horde of jealous dads.

Not looking at you, Lili replied, "You wandered into the wrong bedroom at the barbecue." She then put down her eyeliner and turned to you. Smiling, she leaned into you, kissing your cheek. "And saved me from getting my cherry popped by Trey's pathetic excuse for a pecker."

The blood starts pounding in your ears as you shift your weight from one leg to the other. A smile erupts from Lili as she feels your thickening cock brush her lower belly. She glances down, looking at your erection before moving her eyes to meet yours.

You groan as her fingers wrap around your morning hardness. "I see Daddy is in need of relief," she murmurs as she slowly jacks you.

Using her tongue, she licks her lips before huskily asking, "If you want this gook slave, I will happily kneel for your morning load."

You groan at a vision of Lili on her knees. Mouth stretched around your fuck stick as she took you deep into her throat.

With a mind of its own, your hand rises, causing her to bite back a moan as you brush her turgid nipple before stopping at your collar that encircled her throat. Your thumb brushes the metal as you cup her chin.

The beast was growling at you, demanding to be unleashed. Your balls burned in anger as you disciplined yourself. Pulling your hand away, you gruffly state, "I want to, but we have no time right now."

Taking a step back, Lilies whines as your cock slips from her fingers. Threatened the fragile leash you had on your libido. Turning left, you abruptly exited the room before you gave in and did something reckless, like taking the teen facedown on your bathroom floor.

You quickly put on your underwear and running shorts. Of course the shorts did nothing to hide your obvious erection, but hey, what can you do? Heading to your open closet, you jam your feet into a pair of green Crocs. While at the same time you pull your t-shirt over your head.

Dressed, you purposely ignore the bikini-clad teen in your bathroom as you gather your wallet, keys, and phone before stiffly walking to the living room.

"Five minutes, girls," you call out as you pass by Krystal's open door. Entering the living room, Beth Anne and Sunyi were both sitting on the couch.

You could see Beth Anne was wearing a camisole top and cut-offs over her bathing suit. "I'm not advertising the goods till it's time," she blurted out unprompted. Sunyi, sitting next to her, was wearing a pair of turquoise shorts. Her top left you raising an eyebrow; it was a sleeveless crop top that showed off her belly and breasts.

Seeing your reaction, she stated, "Even though Jae kept me at home and out of sight. He demanded that I dress to please him."

"That right..." you state. "So he had you dress down when in public."

She solemnly nodded, replying, "Yes, he said only Baegin sluts flaunt their bodies for strange men."

That explains a few things you think to yourself. Clearing your throat, you say, "He's an asshole."

Sunyi smiles at your declaration, not saying anything.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Lili dash out of your bedroom before disappearing back into hers. Turning your attention back to her mother, you ask, "Would you like to help me run the event? We'd mostly be standing around while the kids do all the work, but you won't be stuck here all day."

"Really," she replies, perking up.

"Yes, really... and before you do say anything, what you're wearing is just perfect," you tell her.

Her breath catches as her mind chews on what you said. Finally, she quietly asks, "I don't have to hide myself."

You shake your head, adding, "No, you don't." You then smile, cracking, "You're mine, and I like showing off what's mine."

Whatever Sunyi was going to say then got cut off as Krystal and Lili came barreling into the living room. "Okay, Uncle, we're ready," she loudly and unnecessarily announced to the room. Both teens were wearing shorts and a top over their bikinis.

You smile, asking again, "So do you want to come?"

Lily's mother gets an intense look. Finally, she makes up her mind with a nod as she stands up, saying, "Let me get my purse."

Converging on you, the three teens were all silently exchanging looks until Sunyi returned with her bag.

It was a perfect Florida day as the five of you left the house and crammed yourselves into the car. Pulling out, the girls were already breaking out the sunscreen to protect their skin.

"I hope that's waterproof," you call out as you start down the street. "It would sure suck to be burned to a crisp by the end of the day."

"Don't worry, Uncle, just drive," Krystal clapped back.

You pulled in at McDonald's on the way to the Elks Club to get some food. It was going to be an especially long day if you didn't feed this crowd. 50 dollars later, you were pulling out of the drive-thru with breakfast in hand.

5 more minutes and you were pulling into the Elks Lodge. You already saw some signs up directing people to the side of the building for the Tempest Cheerleaders' bikini car wash.

Pulling into a parking spot, you cut the engine. "Let's go," Krystal cackled as the girls excitedly get out, leaving to join their teammates. Shaking your head, you unwrap your bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit as you and Sunyi take a moment to eat your breakfast.

"I swear that girl is..." you say between bites.

"She sure is something," she finishes.

"Well, let's join the horde," you say after you both finish your sandwiches.

Getting out, you lock the car and pocket the keys. Walking around the side of the building, you see 20 or so cheerleaders all getting set up. You see Jennifer and Maddie directing the chaos and move to join them.

"Hey, Mrs. Lee," several of the teens call out as the two of you join the group.

Maddie, dressed in shorts and a bikini top, hugs you as you join them. "Hey you," she purrs before kissing you. Startled, even though you shouldn't have been. Your arms come up, wrapping around her waist as her tongue teases at the seam of your lips.

You shudder as a moan erupts unbidden from you. Taking that as permission, your assistant's tongue invades your mouth as she grinds her hips into your thickening cock.

"You and Jennifer are like peas in a pod," you growl when she lets you come up for air. Stepping in close, Jennifer murmurs, "Awwwwww, poor Daddy, who do you think taught me everything I needed to know as a freshman?"

Licking her lips, Maddie let you go and glanced over at a visibly surprised Sunyi. "So does she..."

Jennifer's low, throaty laughing preceded her reply. "She knows."

Maddie's eyes got thoughtful as she murmured, "Really..." She turned and ran her fingers along Sunnyi's arm. "And does she..."

Sunyi's right hand drifted up to her throat. "The only reason I'm not wearing Jason's collar is my husband hasn't been dealt with yet."

Tania Hafen and Robyn Oldes, who were wandering by. Heard that and stumbled to a stop, with Robyn gasping out, "Oh my god."

The bottom instantly fell out of your stomach as your mind began reaching for what to say.

"Don't worry, I got this," Jennifer offered, catching your eye.

She then walked over to her two teammates, saying, "Robyn, Tania, let's have a chat."

As the two teens were led off, Robyn kept looking back at you. "So, let's finish getting things set up," you brightly announce.

Over the next twenty minutes you, Maddie, and the team finish getting everything setup. You quickly do one last check, as several cars had pulled in and were waiting.

You give a final nod, and Maddie blows her whistle, yelling, "Okay, team, let's wash some cars."

As one, the team stops and strips off their tops and shorts. Your heart starts thumping at the sight of 25 cheerleaders half in suits that showed off more than their undergarments.

Doug and Howie, two of the team's five male cheerleaders, were tasked with moving cars. Meanwhile, Dave, Berry, and Tom. The other three were on hose duty.

The 25 female cheerleaders were split between washing and drying the vehicles. Someone turned on one of the local radio stations, and as it hit 11am, Doug and Howie took the keys from our first two customers.

The first dozen or so cars we got were from friends or family of the team. Then more and more members of the general public stopped in. With washing three cars at a time, there was little downtime for the team.

Wandering around, you were in a perpetual state of arousal. Whether it was sights like seeing Lili climb up onto a car hood to clean it. Or Tina on her knees scrubbing hubcaps—the visual feast was potent.

Your first bout of pucker factor came at 12:15 when Gene, the school vice-principal, pulled into the parking lot.

As you saw the man get out of his vehicle, your butthole metaphorically shut. "Fuck me, I'm sunk," you thought to yourself as he ambled

Up to you.

"I see the team is busy," he said, greeting you with an outstretched hand.

Taking it, you replied, "Yes, they are, Gene... I'm really sorry I told them..."

Gene laughed, waving you off. "Don't worry, Jason. I won't say anything." He then leaned in, adding conspiratorially, "What Barbara doesn't know won't hurt her."

He then passed you, heading over to some beach chairs the team had set up for people to sit down in while they waited.

Maddie, who'd been watching Gene's and your exchange, flashed you a smile, shrugging. As you moved around the parking lot, you saw that the men were just as aroused by your cheerleaders as you were. You could hear their whispered comments as you passed by them. On the one hand, you should be appalled by what they were saying. But hearing the enviousness in their voices when they spy the Lilies' tattoo or the writing on Beth Anne's belly made your cock throb.

It was mostly men coming through the car wash till shortly after 1pm. Churches were starting to get out as people in their Sunday best started showing up. Some of the cars were parents who refused to let their daughters show until after church. That was when the Karens started rolling in.

You'd just handed off a 30 dollar tip from a gentleman to Sunyi, who was holding the cashbox. When from behind you heard a semi-shrill voice exclaim. "Oh my god, Janice, can you believe this? They all look like whores."

You, Sunyi, and about a dozen cheerleaders within earshot all stiffed at the disgusted tone. Turning, you saw two women who had 4 children ranging between 7 and 14 with them.

The women were there in their 30s to 40s and were dressed like you'd expect someone just coming from church to look like. You saw the crosses at their necks, coupled with the something's rotten grimace, and inwardly sighed. They even had the trademark haircut.

"Are you the one responsible for this..." the heavier of the two women hissed. Barging up to you, she jabbed you in the chest, spitting out. "I can't believe this. You have these girls prancing around in virtually nothing; you should be ashamed of yourself."

Raising an eyebrow, you just looked down at the finger pressing into your chest, not saying anything.

Raising her finger back, she jabbed you again. "Answer me, or are you stupid?" "

Sighing, you wearily reply, "Is your daughter on the team?"

Her eyes hardened, spittle flying as she bit out, "As if I would allow my daughter to be like these sluts."

"Ummm, hmmm," you replied. Which caused a nearby couple whose car was currently being dried to chuckle.

"Ma'am, this bikini car wash is a school fundraiser for the team in conjunction with the Elks Lodge," you patiently explain. You then add, "Please remove your finger from my chest."

Removing her finger, she angrily snarked, "And what is that supposed to mean?"

Another witness who was apparently not offended by the team's choice of attire burst in. "It means they're supposed to be wearing swimwear, you dried-up cunt."

That set the woman off who started screaming at you. Her tirade went on for minutes. Where'd she go from proclaiming that you and the team were going to burn in hell? Then seguing to accusing you of pimping out the girls. Finishing up, she was demanding that you make the girls cover up or she would call the police. About the only thing she didn't accuse you directly of was fucking then... which you were.

For the most part, no one else seemed overly offended by you or the team. But from the volume of comments, it's like, "Can't she just shut up?" Told you where the crowd was.

Ironically, as the woman was threatening to call the cops. One happened to pull into the parking lot. Your eyes met the officer's, and he observed what was going on.

Seeing sympathy in his eyes, you calmly say. "Ma'am, I'm sorry that cheerleaders wearing bikinis somehow offends you. You then pointed to the officer, "But if you think we're doing something illegal, there's an officer right there."

The woman turned and barged over to the officer who was exiting his vehicle. For the next 10 minutes you could only shake your head as the woman berated and tried to belittle the officer into either making the girls put on clothes or arresting you.

He had asked you a couple questions. Yes, that was approved by the school, and we had permission from the Elks Lodge.

Things came to a head when the woman, despite her friend now trying to calm her down, spat on the officer. Who up to that point had been patient and professional. At that point he exclaimed, "That's it. You're under arrest for being a public nuisance."

It was just after two after the officer and his backup finished up the paperwork on the incident and left with your apologies. Taking the still screaming woman to the police station for booking.

You watched the police exit the site when Jennifer sidled up to you. "She was right about something... we are sluts and whores... but the only cock we want is yours... Daddy."

You groan at her teasing tone, looking at her, and you growl, "You're not helping, young lady."

Cocking her head, she giggled, purring, "I'm helping a lot." Her voice dropped to a whisper as her hand brushed you through your shorts. "I'm stocking your bed with needy cunts hungry for your cum." Her look turned feral as she purred, "You know why. Don't you head inside, and I'll have one of them join you."

Against your will the blood starts pounding in your veins. It must have been visible on your face. Jennifer's smile widens. "Mnnnnnnnn..." she purrs. "You want that, don't you?" Her head turns to the horde of teenagers clustered around the cars. "Maybe I should tap Kat; you know she hasn't gotten a belly full of seed since the pool party." Her eyes drift back to yours. "I bet she's really fertile right now, all ripe for an anchor baby."

Heat settles deep in your crotch as visions of you bending Kat over the sink in the bathroom and sinking your cock into her tight pussy.

"Jennifer..." you growl. Part of you wanted her to shut up, and the other side that has been growing in strength was demanding she keep going.

Her laugh was low and dangerous as she continued. "Hmmmm now, Tina," she purred as your eyes drifted to where the teen was. "She's already turning into a real filthy girl."

"How?" you gasped, not able to help yourself.

Jennifer's hand brushes your shorts, causing you to jerk as you bite back a groan. "After returning to our room, the dirty little girl shoved several cum laden fingers deep into Janna sleeping cunt."

The sound that rumbled up from your chest was halfway between a growl and a moan. "JJJeeennniiiifffeeerrrr..."

Your fists were white, your fingers itching to grab your head cheerleader...

Jennifer spun to face you; her cheeks were flushed, and you could see the fire in your blood reflected back at you from her eyes.

"What are you going to do, Daddy...?" she purred dangerously. "Are you going to stand there or drag me inside and put my mouth to good use?"

You felt yourself snapping, the need to put her in her place, fuck the consequences foremost in you. Your fingers wrapped around her wrist, bruising in force.

DA DA DAAAAAA DA, DA DA DAAAAA DA, DA DA DA DA DAAAAAAAA.

You wince as the car horn goes off the moment it's broken. Turning, you see a tricked-out custom Cadillac lowrider pull into the parking lot.

The beasts within you were raging to be let out and to feed. Instead, you stared at your hand still encircling Jennifer's wrist, and slowly the fingers let go. Jennifer's eyes clashed with yours as she hummed, "Maybe next time, Daddy."

With that, Jennifer wandered back over to the washing station. It was six o'clock when the hoses were turned off and cleanup started. After the last donation was taken, Sunyi informed and announced that you'd made 7,245 dollars.

That whole team started cheering, and you had one last cock tease of the night. 30 pairs of breasts ranging from A to D cups waved in front of you.

Grunting, you turned away from the crowd, trying to hide the growing bulge in your shorts. As the girl finishes cheering, everyone proceeds to start cleaning up. Which goes quickly, and as you start coiling the last hose, you tell Maddie to let the girls go.

Everyone scatters, including Beth Anne, whose father had shown up to pick her up. Picking up the coiled hose, you look over at Sunyi and the girls, calling out, "Head to the car; I'll put this up and be right out."

Sunyi and the girls nod as you enter the lodge. Making your way to the closet, you put the hose away and close the door. You were just about to turn off the lights when you heard one of the bathroom doors on the other side of the ballroom open.

"I'm telling you he was going to do it," the unseen voice exclaimed.

Freezing, you were partially hidden in a hallway as Aisha Rice and Robyn Oldes came into view. Both cheerleaders had put their street clothes on over the bikinis.

"Robyn, you have cock on the brain," Aisha replied dismissively.

"So, I know what I saw; Mr. Clarkson was going to drag her off and fuck her." She testily replied.

Aisha turned to her friend, scoffing, "Maaannn, you need to quit listening to those catty bitches. They're jealous that Mr. C made Hen the captain, so of course she has to be fucking him."

You then hear a car horn from outside, and Aisha exclaimed. "That's my mom. Let's go."

With that, the two cheerleaders rush out of the Elks Lodge. As the door closes behind them, you step out of the darkened hallway. Robyn Oldes had seen what you were going to do. You needed to let Jennifer know, but that was tomorrow's issue.

Doing one last patrol through the building, you don't find any cheerleaders about. Exiting the lodge, you close the door, punching in the code to the keypad attached to it. You hear the click as the electronic lock engaged. Turning your hurry to the car, you join Sunyi and two very tired teens.

The drive home went quickly with you and Sunyi chatting while the girls dozed in the backseat. You were pretty sure that neither teen would have the energy for anything tonight.

You had just turned onto your street when your phone buzzed. Turning into the driveway, you cut the engine. The girls were rousing themselves as you pulled the phone out to check the message.

Opening your message app, you groaned.

Bailey: Hey Daddy, your whore is ready and leaving for the park.

Beneath it was a picture of Bailey wearring a black corset and a miniskirt. Her skirt was held up showing off her pale pussy with Deposits only and Red W advertising whats she was. She her stocking covered legs ended in black stilettos boots.

The caption was: Daddys Whore needs a dose of Baby Batter.

"Fuck," you think to yourself. You'd forgotten you told Baily to be ready Sunday night, wear a skirt and no underwear.

You should tell her to go home but after a day adrift amongst nearly naked cheerleaders and Jennifer cock teasing you...