An adult stories – Every Schoolboy’s Dream Ch. 07 by TrampsAnThieves,TrampsAnThieves ~~~ Saturday Morning ~~~
I awoke to two hot mouths nibbling up & down the sides of my morning wood. I opened my eyes to see my wife and her mother fighting over my cock like it was Hill 210 in the movie “Thin Red Line”. The battle raged back and forth – with each of them claiming control of the top – my cock-knob – before being shoved aside by the efforts of the other.
“He’s awake!” my mother-in-law gasped.
She jumped up, pushed her daughter out of the way, straddled me, and all but slammed her body down onto mine – skewering her intoxicatingly tenacious pussy with my rod – which was already aching from their rivalrous assault.
In retaliation, Kasey reached over and pinched her clitoral hood – causing her mother to squeak – and lose her stride mid-stroke. Mrs. Williams shoved her daughter’s hand away and covered her nub with her palm – continuing to ride me.
Her daughter circled toward the foot of the bed and attacked from the rear. She climbed over my feet – cuddling in behind her mother – her tight little butt hovering over my knees. She started rubbing, pinching & squeezing her matron’s breasts, stomach, and mons.
The attack devolved into foreplay and her mother was soon moaning loudly and bucking in the saddle. She was bouncing up & down on me so quickly that Kasey could barely hang on to continue the attack.
She reached beneath her mother’s ass & quim to massage my balls – and decided to tickle my partner’s taint as well. After that, she teased a fingertip along Mrs. Williams shit-hole – which made her pussy tighten down on me – and fired off her first climax. When she squirted, that set off my orgasm – and I grabbed her hips to pump her full of cock-snot.
Kasey didn’t get her hand out of the way fast enough and ended up with a little of both of our juices on her fingers. When the little minx put those fingers into her mouth – and looked into my eyes as she slowly sucked them clean, I just about nutted in her mother a second time.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed.
The three of us headed into the master bath – where we did a little soaping, rinsing, groping, kissing, and spanking – before we got out to dry off.
It was the middle of August and my mother-in-law had been getting the things together that she needed in order to start the school year. After breakfast, the three of us loaded her collection into my car to make the trek back to Belmont HS. Kasey & I were brought along as manual labor.
(I also went because I was a little curious about whether or not her classroom still smelled of sex – after I had fucked my cock into her amazing pussy on top of her desk. Fortunately or unfortunately, the classroom smelled as it always did – although I wasn’t sure if the small stain on the front of the desk had been there before.)
The three of us dropped off the first load of boxes and my favorite Anatomy teacher – who was now teaching me even more about anatomy – started digging things out to hang up, store away, and assemble. Kasey & I headed back to the car to get the rest of the boxes.
We returned to find Old Man Jenkins talking to Mrs. Williams in the hallway. As we dropped off the last of the cartons, we heard him say, “I’ll show you.” The two of them turned and headed down the hall.
Whatever the janitor was talking about, he was as serious as a heart-attack. Kasey & I double-timed it to catch up to them. We got there just as they arrived at the staff bathrooms. The light was on in the women’s room and he headed in there saying, “If you will pardon the offense, ma’am, I’ll point you to where it’s at.”
There was no way that my wife & I were missing out on whatever this was – so we followed the two of them into the room. Mr. Jenkins was pointing up at a ceiling tile that was missing a small corner.
“I was cleaning the bathrooms, just a bit ago,” he reported, “and noticed the tile was damaged. I went to the supply room – to grab a new one – and to my closet to get the step ladder. But – when I climbed up on the ladder – and took a closer look at the corner – it appears as though it’s been cut – not broken. When I noticed that, I tried to see what was inside there and I think it looks like a small camera lens. Now, according to school policy, I should report this to the building principal. However, ma’am, I am reluctant to do that.”
“Why’s that?” my favorite MILF asked the old man, her brow wrinkled as her mind followed him through the explanations.
“When I got here – early this morning – the building principal’s light was on.”
“And?” she asked – assuming she knew what was coming next.
“It was not on last night when I went home.”
“Which leads you to believe that you would be reporting the incident to the person who is actually responsible for placing the camera?” she guessed.
He nodded, maintaining eye contact the whole time.
“You haven’t touched it – or the tile, I assume?” she asked.
“No, ma’am. Since I wasn’t sure who to tell, I just left it – but then I saw you in your room.”
She turned to me and said, “There is a package of Ziploc baggies in the box on my desk. You know where the latex gloves are from when you were in my class. Please bring me a baggie and a pair of gloves.”
I took off – out of the room – and down the hall – as fast as I could go.
“No running in the halls!” she bellowed – her teacher-voice coming out – as if it were on autopilot.
Almost as if it were on instinct, my body slowed to a fast-walk.
“Here you are, Mrs. Williams,” I said, holding out the items, when I had returned.
“Actually, Reggie,” she said, “I think I’ll have you retrieve the camera – and I’m sure that’s what it is. The three of us will steady the ladder for you.”
I pulled on the gloves and stuck the baggie in my front pocket as Mr. Jenkins retrieved the step-ladder he had leaned up against the bathroom wall.
“Try lifting the tile, slowly, to see if the camera is attached to it,” my former teacher instructed, “but I’m betting it’s hooked to the metal support.”
I lifted the ceiling tile slowly. The camera didn’t move. Once the tile was clear of the camera, I turned it on end, passed it through the space it had just occupied, and handed it down. Mr. Jenkins took it and set it to the side, out of the way, near the replacement tile.
“I’m going up another step – so I can see how it’s hooked on,” I informed them.
The women’s hands went to my belt and Mr. Jenkins held the ladder. I stepped up and then stepped again – which brought me to where I could see. The camera had a small clip that was latched onto the grid-work that held the ceiling tile. I pulled out the Ziploc, removed the camera, and dropped it into the baggie. I handed it down to Mrs. Williams.
She turned, carefully set it on the edge of the sink, and then turned back to grab my belt once more, saying, “Alright, come back down two steps and then Mr. Jenkins can hand you the new tile. You might as well save him the trouble since you’re already up there.”
One of Kasey’s hands “slipped” and she brushed it against my cock. I looked down to see Mr. Jenkins eyes get a little bigger – just before Mrs. Williams, in a firm but threatening tone, said, “Kasey Nicole Williams Mitchell.”
Kasey’s snickering was cut short. She looked, briefly, at the janitor before saying, “Sorry, mom.”
“You kids married?” Mr. Jenkins asked, looking back & forth between the two of us.
“Yes,” I replied, “she’s a little ornery but I’m the luckiest fucker on the planet.”
He turned to my bride, nodded his head a little, and said, “Congratulations, miss.”
“Thank you, sir,” she replied, her wicked grin still frozen on her face – no doubt plotting more nefarious schemes.
I came down two steps and took the new tile from the kindly janitor, settling it into its place. I looked at him – to see if my work was approved – and he nodded – and then smiled that I had not moved until I was certain that he was satisfied.
In a few seconds, I was back on terra-firma and Mr. Jenkins was gathering his things. I tried to help him with the ladder but he was having none of it and sent us off with the evidence.
As the janitor came out of the bathroom, the Science teacher told him, “I appreciate you bringing this to me. I’m going to try dealing with it privately, first. If that does not succeed, I will take it to the police. That will be messy and you would probably have to give a deposition. I intend to avoid all of that, if possible. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes, ma’am”, he said – looking straight into her eyes. “I appreciate that more than you know. Got a DUI when I was younger and cops get me all fidgety.”
“I understand. I’ll let you know – ahead of time – if we end up having to take this to the authorities.”
He nodded and headed down the hall with his things.
“Ah, Mr. Jenkins?” she called, turning back, as a sudden thought struck her.
“Mrs. Williams?”
“If you … uh … happen to find that Mr. Sanderson’s office is unlocked, could you wait to secure it until after we’ve gone?”
His eyes widened a little, he set the step-ladder and damaged tile against the wall, and took out his keyring.
“I can do that,” he replied.
“Could you also keep that tile around for a bit, just in case?”
He glanced down at it and looked back to her, replying, “Certainly. Have a good day, ma’am.”
“Thank you, Mr. Jenkins. You too.”
The man turned and hurried off towards the principal’s office, searching through the keys in his hands until he found the one he was looking for.
When the three of us got to the classroom, my mother-in-law found a sheet of blank paper that was bright yellow – like a Post-It Note – and handed it to her daughter – along with a black Sharpie marker.
Kasey plopped down – into the front desk – uncapped the pen, and waited for her mom to tell her what to write.
“We know it’s you. We have the camera. You have two weeks to resign. Do not try to get a job at a different school. We will be watching. If you fail to follow these instructions, we will take the camera to the police. I’m sure that would be more than enough for them to secure a search warrant for your home.”
Kasey capped the pen, laid it on her mother’s desk as she passed, and then dashed down the hallway to place the note on the principal’s desk.
“NO running in the HALLS!” her mother yelled after her.
The only response we heard was cackling laughter that grew fainter and fainter.
~~~ Saturday Afternoon ~~~
On the way home – after getting Mrs. Williams’ room situated – we stopped and had Mexican for lunch.
As we waited for our food, Kasey’s mom tried to convince me that – now that we were one, big, happy family – I should call her by her first name, Kelsey. I told her that I would try – but it was going to take some time.
When I was sure that the waitress was far enough away not to hear me, I told her that I would much rather call her “mom” – as I dumped a load of baby-batter into her. She shook her head, no, but there was a little twinkle in her eye. Kasey, who felt my cock twinge at her response (because her hand was resting inside of my thigh), squeezed the head of my dick and leaned over to give me a peck on the cheek.
When we got home, Kasey grabbed her tablet and plopped onto the couch. Her mom headed to do some laundry – so I went to my room to see if the guys were on the game. They were – so I hung out with them until Mrs. Williams yelled that the pizza had arrived. Before signing off, the guys said they wanted to get together for movies or whatever. I told them I’d check with Kasey – to figure out a date – and get back to them. As we tore into the sausage & pepperoni pizza, the girls started “The Proposal” (for the 4,000th time). I hung around long enough to finish my food and then disappeared into the den, once more, to get back on the game.
By bedtime, my two lovers were in the mood for romance – after watching all the antics between Reynolds and Bullock. My mother-in-law climbed on top of me, cowgirl style, to get herself a couple orgasms to “take off the edge” before bed.
I tried not to think about how nice her pussy felt – or how hot her naked body looked – as she sensuously rode my cock. I touched & teased across the front of her body – from her breastbone – and her fabulous breasts – with her huge nipples – to her pelvic bone – where her clitoris peeked out from beneath its hiding place. I tried to stimulate every erogenous zone I could think of – pushing her through the first climax – towards the finale. I could never get enough of watching this woman’s face as she orgasmed – especially when I got to participate – but I was doing everything within my power to try not to think about how dangerously close I was to cumming inside of her for the second time that day. She finally got her second orgasm and climbed off. I went to take a cold shower.
When I returned from the bathroom, Kasey’s mom had gone to mess with the laundry – leaving her daughter & me with a little husband & wife time. Kasey wanted missionary – so we could look into each other’s eyes – and tongue-wrestle – as we made love.
I started slow – giving her all the kisses & cuddles she wanted until she got her first orgasm. So far, I was doing okay – but I was worried about how worked-up I had gotten while getting her mother off. I sped things up a little trying to get Kasey a second orgasm. We had a nice rhythm going but it was still just love-making at that point. Her pleading and moaning was making my balls churn however. I thumbed across her clit – trying to amp things up a bit – she was panting a little – we were getting there. As her second one hit, she pulled me in tightly, and pressed her forehead against my jawbone. It was time to fuck. I grabbed her hips, raised them into the air a little, and started driving into her forcefully – shoving her before me – closer and closer to a climatic finish – like a tsunami. She was gasping & groaning. I pushed and pushed. Her fingers were digging into my shoulder blades. I growled at her and pushed to the finish. I was close – and I knew she was too.
“Cum for me, baby,” I told her. “I can’t hold it anymore. I’m going to fill you up. Your beautiful pussy is going to be loaded until it’s overflowing. Fuck! You’re so tight. Oh, fuck! Kasey! Kase!”
Her body trembled – starting the last throes before climaxing. I was already lost. My cock was blasting my seed inside of her. All I could do was hold on. None of my other senses were working for a few seconds. When they returned, my ears told me that my lovely, little bride had caught up with me – finally – at the end. She was gasping as the aftershocks of her climax hit her. I felt her abs & tummy muscles trembling against my own. Her vagina was pulsating around my cock.
“Fuck, Reg!” she gasped.
I kissed all around her mouth until she seemed to have enough breath for me to dive in – and then I kissed her hard until we were both breathless once more.
“I love you, Kasey Nicole,” I told her.
“I love you, Reg. That was so good.”
The door eased open and my mother-in-law peeked in – just as I rolled my bride on top of me for a few more kisses. She prowled over, killed the light, pulled up the covers, and snuggled in with us.
~~~ Sunday ~~~
We sat with mom at church. My mother-in-law actually behaved for once. Mom almost always wants KFC after church – so we picked her up at her house and we all went.
In the afternoon, we went over to Grandma Mitchell’s for Uno. Since mom was already in the car with us, we drug her along to Grandma’s as well. The girls all said they were watching their weight – and only took one cookie. That left more for me. I was okay with that.
Grandma talked us into staying for dinner. Kasey & I went to the kitchen to help her get things prepared while the moms sat and visited. Grandma got the chicken & noodles going. I peeled, cubed, boiled, and mashed the potatoes. Kasey fried a little bacon and shredded it to add to the green beans – along with a bit of onion – and then threw some rolls in the oven. Once the potatoes were ready, I got the table set. Kasey brought in the tea as Grandma went to call the moms to eat.
When we got home, we played Pussy Roulette again. My mother-in-law won this time. Kasey was a little grumpy about not going to sleep with a load of my jizz inside of her. It did not help at all that her mother was a very poor winner. I made a mental note to make sure – if we played that again before bed – to “throw the game” so that my wife won – if at all possible – especially considering that her mother was supposed to be getting her pussy filled in the mornings.
~~~ Monday ~~~
As soon as Kasey hopped into the shower – to get ready for cheer practice – her mother sucked my cock into her mouth – unwilling to let sleeping dogs lie. My foggy brain resisted her flirtatious advances until she spun around – and flopped her juicy slit onto my lips. I tasted her sweetness and my eyes opened to behold the world’s most amazing pussy. My cock instantly doubled in size and my felator struggled with the sudden change. She was a pro, though, and was back on the attack a second later. I barely had time to lick her from the bottom of her slit – to the top – and to suck on her stiff nubbin – before she spun around to skewer herself on my prick.
“Good morning, lover,” she cooed, smiling down at me.
Since I was already up – and since there was a hot, naked woman mounted on my cock – I decided to make the best of it. I rolled us over, and stood up – with my lover still mounted on my morning wood. I stepped to the wall, pressed her back against it, reached under her knees to grab her thighs, and started pumping my cock into her – bouncing her up & down against the hard surface.
She wrapped her hands around my neck – pulling me in – until her bobbing breasts brushed against my chest – and her stiff nipples traced paths across my body. She attacked my lips with her own – kissing me hard – as I pummeled her pussy with my raging prick.
“Shower’s open,” her daughter called, swatting me on the bare ass, as she ducked into the room just long enough to grab her phone. “See you fuckers later,” she said, laughing as she left.
Her mother’s cunt clenched on my intruding member and she keened as her pussy squirted on my cock & balls. I growled as my spunk started exploding from my cock – fountaining up – into her gripping channel. I held her steady – catching my breath – my weight continuing to press her into the wall. I was panting from the exertion – both from the fucking – and from my nuts being sucked dry by this woman’s voracious vagina.
She kissed me and told me she needed to get moving or she was going to be late for work. I followed her into the shower – and tried to help her get ready – but she swatted my hands whenever I groped … er … I mean … soaped … her.
Once she was out the door – and the two of them were out of my hair – I got dressed and went to mow two yards, getting back about the same time as my bride. She informed me that I stunk – and sent me off, once more, to the shower – while she fixed lunch.
As we ate, she told me that she was planning a Labor Day trip for us to Reno. She had originally planned for us to take the train – so we could admire the scenery – and have sex – but – with only having three days – there wasn’t time. She was going to have to bust her flight-cherry before our trip to see Pop & Mimi for Christmas.
I told her the guys wanted to get together again to hang out. I told her we needed to try to figure out when we could schedule a play-date for our moms – so the two of us could get some time, alone, with the other couples.
The two of us did laundry – and other household chores – waiting for Kasey’s mom to get home from school. Today was just a Teacher In-Service day – set aside for professional development and last-minute room-prep – but it was still a full day.
When I took my mother-in-law’s delicates in to be put away, I found a little maid outfit in her dresser. I stole the apron and headed down the stairs. When I heard her coming in the front, I hid – just out of sight – and waited for her to close the door.
I stepped out – wearing nothing but the apron (and a smile) – holding a feather duster. When she saw me, she doubled over, laughing – but then groped my dick – and gave me a kiss – which she ruined when she started laughing again.
“Come to the kitchen,” she told me, “I have something to tell you both.”
We found Kasey at the dining room table, messing around on her tablet (as usual), and stopped there. She looked up as we settled into the chairs next to her. She quirked an eyebrow at me when she noticed my outfit.
“Guess who resigned?” Mrs. Williams asked us, excitedly.
Kasey’s mom told us that the district superintendent had shown up at her classroom – just after she had arrived – to tell her that Mr. Sanderson had resigned unexpectedly. She went on to say that the chief administrator had expressed concerns about how long it would take to find a replacement – since the year was already started – and had asked Mrs. Williams to step in to cover things until they could get a new principal hired.
She told us that she had accepted the temporary assignment. Her boss had said that, given the situation, he wasn’t sure how long she would be required to fill in. He asked her to shuffle her classes around with the other Science teachers. He also instructed her to see if she could hire another educator – to help pick up the slack – since she would be busy most of the day – handling administrative tasks.
The superintendent had then escorted her to the opening assembly that would kick off the rest of the day’s activities. He addressed the staff, informing them of the resignation – and of the fact that Mrs. Williams would be filling in. He asked them to be as helpful as possible as she worked to lead them into the new school year.
At that point, her boss had left – and Kasey’s mom took over – leading the rest of the staff through the instruction & routines that would get them ready for the first day of school – the following day.
She said that several of the more-tenured staff members had pulled her aside – at the end of the day – to thank her for stepping up – and to tell her that they already felt better about how the year was going to proceed. Unsaid was the fact that they were not going to miss the old principal.
She had made time to greet the new teachers – but had brought home a stack of files – so that she could go over their information – and be better prepared to answer their questions when school started – which was always chaos.
Kasey & I fixed dinner as she started on her files. I was still wearing only the apron when I brought our plates in. My mother-in-law pinched my butt-cheek as I leaned over to give her a kiss on her perfect lips.
As we ate, she told us that the superintendent had also shared with her that the district would be willing to reimburse some of her tuition – if she decided to work on earning her principal’s certification. She asked us what we thought of the idea. We were all in agreement that she should go for it.
Not only would it be a bump in pay but – her daughter & I were adamant that she would do a much better job than any other person in the school that we could think of. Given that she had worked there for so long, she was already way more qualified than for them to bring in somebody from outside. We told her that we guessed that – if she started on her classes before the semester break, we expected the superintendent to stop looking for a principal completely.
My bride & I cleared away the dishes and her mother was back in her files – preparing herself for the next day.
When we got ready for bed, my mother-in-law was too distracted to ask for her usual evening orgasm. In fact, we had to threaten her when she tried to bring her files to bed with us.
I tried massaging the soles of her feet, but she was still agitated and unresponsive. Finally, I laid down – my head next to her thighs – grabbed her hips, and bodily rolled her over – bringing her naked vulva onto my face. She resisted for a couple seconds but finally let me work and, soon, she was moaning and pulling my hair – grinding her cunt against my face.
My cock, of course, was as hard as a nail – and standing tall – like a Saguaro cactus in the middle of the Arizona desert. My hot, little wife peeled off her oversized sleepshirt, pulled her panties to the side, fingered her pussy until she was wet & ready, and then slid her tight little snatch down onto my rod. I reached my right hand over to rub up & down her leg – and run my thumb along the inside of her thigh – to try to tell her how fucking fabulous she felt – using gestures – since my mouth was busy licking, lapping, and nipping across her mother’s quim.
Soon the room was filled with the sounds of sexy women moaning my name. My ears filled with their arousal -which only intensified my own. My mouth was filled with their flavor, my nostrils were full of their flowery scent, and every part of my body felt the touch of their caresses and the sensual stimulation of their bodies writhing and grinding against my own. I was trying not to cum yet – but I was losing the ability to maintain control. Kasey was the first to cum – her body shuddering as she sat in my lap – filled with my cock. Her shaking body and clasping cunt caused my body to rock – which sent my face up & down her mother’s slippery slit a little faster – and banged my tongue & chin against her sensitive nub – which set her pussy to pulsing – and her thighs to locking onto my head – and her fingers to yanking my hair. My load of baby batter was already on the way to my wife’s womb when her mother’s pussy gave me a little flavor-burst. My cock rapid-fired the rest of the salvo – splashing it against her cervix.
Kasey’s mom climbed off of me and flipped the light – as her daughter collapsed forward onto my chest. Mrs. Williams snuggled in beside us and I wrapped my arm around her to keep her close.
~~~ Tuesday ~~~
I told myself I needed to be up early but Kasey was already moving by the time my eyes opened. I jumped up and headed for the kitchen to fix them something filling for breakfast.
When my wife came down, she grabbed the breakfast sandwich & a bottle of water and headed out the door for cheer practice.
When her mother arrived, she informed me that we were probably going to have to renegotiate on the morning love-making. I told her that was fine – that we would figure it out. The two of them were keeping my balls pretty drained anyway – so I was okay having the morning off until we came up with a new routine.
After she left, I got breakfast cleared away – and threw the extra sandwiches I’d made in the freezer for later. I did a few chores around the house and started another load of laundry.
I was crossing – from the living room – through the dining room – to the kitchen – when I heard a light thud on the sliding glass doors that led to the back yard. Since I was only a couple steps away, I walked over and pulled one of the vertical blinds to the side – to find Grandma Williams looking back at me. She gasped when she saw me, turned to hurry away, and tripped over a cement planter that held some succulents. It looked like Sansevieria Laurentii – also called Mother-in-Law’s Tongue – which kind of seemed appropriate. The old biddy had fallen to the ground and was lying on the patio bricks. I went to check on her. I unlocked the door, slid it open, made sure she wasn’t dead or dying, and then called my favorite police officer. She sat up – and was holding her ankle – but there was no bleeding and no bone showing – so I saw no need to call 9-1-1. When he answered, I explained the situation to him and he said he would send somebody to pick her up. I told her as much, slid the door closed (to keep the cool air inside), sat on a nearby lawn chair, and waited for her ride to appear.
About ten minutes later, the police arrived. He’d brought a friend with him. They helped her up – and each took one of her arms to walk her back around the house. Once they were out of sight, I headed back inside. Just for fun, I snuck a peek out one of the front windows. The other officer was driving the paddy-wagon. The thought of them locking her up made me laugh out loud.
I went upstairs, got dressed, grabbed my keys, and headed out the front door. An ambulance and a wrecker were sitting in the street. My favorite police officer strolled up and asked me if I wanted to press charges. I asked him if that was how the Order of Protection worked. He said “no” but suggested that – under the circumstances – it would be seen as being punitive. I looked at him, trying to figure out how to nicely say that she’d brought the whole thing on herself and he said, “I know, I know.”
In the end, I agreed not to pursue legal recourse – with assurances from him that he would inform her – and her legal counsel – that this was an act of extreme grace – and not a sign that we were authorizing her happy ass to sneak around to peer in the windows.
I took a picture of the scene in the street and texted it to my wife with the words “Guess who?” I climbed into my car, navigated through the traffic jam, and headed out.
I stopped at the florist and bought two bouquets of flowers – which I dropped off at the high school office – informing Mrs. Williams’ secretary that one of the arrangements was for her desk – and the other was for her boss.
When I got to Pop’s, I showed Mack the text I’d sent to Kasey and he shook his head, laughing. His advice was, “You guys just need to move.”
When I got home from work, the two of them were on the couch. Kasey had her ever-present tablet. Her mom had her files. They each pulled their feet out of the way and I plopped down between them. My mother-in-law spun around, ducked under my arm, and gave me a kiss for the flowers. I groped her breasts and nuzzled against her ear & neck. Kasey got jealous and ducked under my other arm to get some of the same treatment. I told each of them how fucking sexy they were as they started telling me about their days.
The cliques were forming in the cheer squad – and Kasey had to navigate through without pissing anybody off – since she wasn’t sure, yet, who the real power-players were. She thought she had a good idea, but it was still a little early to throw in with either of the two main groups. Meanwhile, a collection of the new recruits were trying to form their own circle. Of course, all of this was anathema to the coach’s attempts to get them all to function as a cohesive squad. Kasey said there were several girls in the same position that she was in. She was hoping that, if they held out long enough, the de facto majority might end up being the group that didn’t want to join a group.
Mrs. Williams told us that she had taken the Ziploc – containing the camera – in to have a discussion with the superintendent. She told him all of the details – including what the note had said – and asked him to quietly let his peers – throughout the region – know not to accept employment applications from Mr. Sanderson.
In the cafeteria, at lunch, the superintendent stopped by and made an announcement that Mr. Jenkins had been awarded the Belmont HS “Exemplary Service Award”. The administrator handed him a plaque – and a bonus check. Mrs. Williams said the kids and staff had all applauded and Mr. Jenkins had hurried off to his “office” – to hang up his award next to the door.
He had stopped by the high school office, later in the day, to thank her – figuring out that she had spoken on his behalf. She said that she shared with him – away from the crowds – that he would also be getting a 10% pay increase. He had become speechless at that point and simply turned and walked out of her office.
The superintendent had told her that the Regional Superintendent wanted a certified person to sign paperwork – and that – knowing that Kasey’s mom would need a mentor for some of her classwork anyway – he had secured the services of a retired principal to come into the office – on Tuesdays and Thursdays – to sign documents – and give Mrs. Williams guidance and instruction. Kasey’s mom would be starting classes – along with us – in a couple weeks.
Since the two of them were occupied I made dinner. They complained about the French toast, scrambled eggs, and sausage links – but they ate it all.
At bedtime, Kasey reversed her mom’s favorite position. She had her mother ride me cowgirl. My ornery wife, meanwhile, swatted her mother’s ass and teased a finger along her taint and her shit-hole. Once Mrs. Williams had cum, Kasey shoved her forward – which gave me equal opportunity to nuzzle lips or nipples – and the cheer-squad renegade plopped down on my cock behind her mother – rocking all of our worlds.
I kissed my mother-in-law – and held her hips & ass – while her daughter fucked herself on my cock. The two of us fought back & forth on who got to grope her mother’s breasts – or reach down to tease her clit & slit.
I tried to kiss my bride – as she hung over her mother’s back – but Mrs. Williams was cock-blocking us – so I stuck a couple fingers in her sloppy twat and fingered the fuck out of her. She was so busy – humping my hand – trying to get one more orgasm – that she forgot about keeping her daughter’s lips away from mine. We all came at pretty much the same time – and ended up having to throw the bedsheets in the laundry and switch to the other bedroom for the night.
~~~ Wednesday ~~~
Mrs. Williams didn’t get her morning fuck because we were all running behind. I grabbed the breakfast sandwiches from the freezer, nuked them until they were lava, and sent one with each of them – along with napkins.
My mother-in-law was already out the door when I saw that she’d forgotten the stack of file folders that she was still working through. I grabbed them, threw them into the car, and texted her that I was bringing them and not to go back for them. She told me to meet her at the back door.
As I walked up, she opened the door, and I held out the files – but she grabbed my wrist and drug me inside.
“Wait here,” she said, moving quickly to her classroom, to return empty-handed.
She grabbed my wrist, once again, and we headed down the hallway in the other direction. We got to a classroom that I had never seen used and she used her keys to unlock the door. She locked it back as soon as we were inside. The room was filled with an accumulation of desks, tables, and ancient electronics. The teacher’s desk was still sitting where it should be – with a relatively uncluttered area around it – but the rest of the room was stacks and towers.
There was a paint-covered drop-cloth draped over the solitary piece of furniture. Mrs. Williams peeled it off and a cloud of dust erupted from it as she tossed it to the floor. The desk, beneath, looked brand new.
“Clothes,” she said.
I started undressing – watching her as she did the same. I fucking loved this game. My cock was already rock-hard. I didn’t know how much time we had – or what she had in mind – but I was all in.
She kept her bra & panties on. I pouted and she giggled and kissed me. She crouched down and took my ball-sac into her hand – like she was picking out fruit at the supermarket. She gave them each a little kiss – and then inhaled my erection. My nuts were now pressed against her chin. Her hair was perfect – and I didn’t know what to do with my hand – so I clasped them behind my neck.
“Fuck!” I coughed out – as she sucked me like a mother-fucking vacuum cleaner.
My cock made a popping noise as it came out of her mouth & throat.
“Desk,” she ordered.
I sat on the edge. She pointed to the middle. I scooted back and laid flat on the surface – like an Aztec sacrifice waiting for the blade.
She walked around beside the desk, wrapped her soft hand around my stiff rod, and slowly stroked me – leaning forward to kiss the breath from my lungs.
When I was out of breath, she leaned to my ear and whispered, “You make me so horny, naughty boy. You make my pussy ache, just thinking about having you inside of me – and, when you fill me with your seed, I dream of having your baby. I want it so badly that my breasts ache – yearning to start producing milk. The milk that you and your child will suck from my breasts as I hold you in my arms. You make me feel so very special and I’m so happy you agreed to all of this. I will give myself to you for as long as you will have me.”
With that she climbed on top of me, pulled her panties to the side, looked into my eyes, and teased the head of my cock along the top of her slit – bumping it against her clit. Then – ever so slowly – she glided it – nestled within her labia – until it found her Holy of Holies. She nudged the tip against her entrance – but she wouldn’t take me inside. My fists were clenched. I felt myself shoving them against the sides of my legs – willing her to let me in – my mind screaming that I was going to fucking explode if she didn’t give in soon.
She lowered her weight – so slowly. My cock ached in anticipation. She pushed until the crown finally popped inside – the flare of my cock-head – lighting up like a Christmas tree as the stimulation shot an electric-jolt to my forehead.
She continued inserting my penis – millimeter by millimeter – into her gripping pussy – the muscles of her vagina touching every part of me as every nerve-ending traveled towards the goal.
When the tip of my penis touched the wall of her cervix, I gasped. At that same moment, a wave of contractions traveled down her sex-organ – and crested when it reached my knob. Her pussy squirted and I came. I usually cum in spurts. This was like a geyser erupting. It was like Mentos in a 2-liter of Coke. My body shook as every milliliter of semen was ejected from my body – and then I collapsed – exhausted.
“I love you, Reggie Mitchell. That – that – is what you do to me. Every time.”
She climbed off, gave me a loving kiss, sucked my cock clean, dressed, and left the room – locking it behind her.
I do not know how long I laid there, immobilized, before I was able to get up.
I sat on the edge of the desk, waiting for the vertigo to pass.
Some of my lover’s sticky mess was still covering my groin as I put my clothes back on. I draped the drop-cloth back over the desk, went to the door, paused to clear my head, and slipped out.
A few students were moving, quickly, up & down the hallways – from lockers to classrooms – but I didn’t see anybody I knew – and they all just kind of ignored me.
Before I turned towards the exit, I glanced down at my favorite teacher’s classroom. She was nowhere in sight but I swore – as I gave the door handle a push – I heard her tell a student to stop running in the halls.
I was 20 minutes late for Spanish. Kasey quirked an eyebrow at me when I walked into the room but – when I sat down beside her – she leaned over, gave a little sniff, and then reached over to pinch my nipple.
After our classes were done for the day, we dropped her car at home, dumped off our books, and rode together to Nick’s house. On the way, I told her everything. She rubbed my dick and nibbled my ear as I gave her the details. When I parked at Nick’s, she put her hand on my cheek and pulled me over for a sexy kiss.
We spent the afternoon – and most of the evening – catching up with Nick & Natalie and Paul & Cindy. I was surprised to see that Nick was doing a lot more touching than in the past – and Natalie wasn’t denying any of his touches or teases. Kasey told me, later, that they still weren’t ready to be intimate – but they were moving that way. She expected Nick to propose before the holidays. Meanwhile, Paul had, basically, moved in with Cindy – with Benny’s blessing. The only real question, there, was whether or not Cindy would be pregnant before Paul popped the question.
When we got home, Mrs. Williams was relaxing on the couch – with no files in sight. She said that Mr. Jenkins was working harder than ever – and that both the students and the staff were complimenting him, publicly & often – and he was eating it up. She also said that she’d been in the office long enough, now, to figure out that there was way too much going on for one person to handle. She had talked to the superintendent and had gotten permission to hire an assistant for her secretary. The interviews were set up for after the Labor Day holiday. Kasey’s mom would oversee the interviews – but she was planning to have the secretary ask all of the questions and pick her top three candidates. Mrs. Williams would make her decision from there.
At bedtime, we lay, side-by-side, naked and chatted. My lovers took turns stroking my cock and kissing me. I fingered them – at the same time – until they each came once. At that point, Mrs. Williams climbed onto my face, held my hands to the bed, and fucked herself on my face. I did my best to keep up – and not suffocate. Meanwhile, Kasey Nicole mounted me, reverse cowgirl, leaned forward, held my ankles, and slammed her twat onto my cock until we both came hard.
I begged each of them to let me suck their nipples. They let me nurse for a bit – with a little groping thrown in – before we killed the light and snuggled together to pass out.
~~~ Thursday ~~~
We waited for the Spanish professor for 15 minutes and finally decided they weren’t coming. I had another class, down the hall, in 45 minutes – so I stayed at my desk and pulled out my phone. Kasey did the same but – two minutes later – rubbed my cock-bump through my pants and said, “Wanna fuck?”
“Where?” I asked.
She grabbed my wrist, and dragged me down the hall to the women’s restroom.
One of the girls from Spanish looked like she was trying to pop a zit. She watched us, in the mirror, as my wife pulled me to the farthest stall and hauled me inside, closing & latching the door.
“Pants – sit,” she whispered – although I could hear it echo off of the walls.
I dropped my shorts & boxers to my ankles and sat down. She hung her blouse on the coat hook – along with her bra – pulled her panties to the side, lifted her skirt, and sat on my lap – wedging my rigid cock as far up her hot cunt as it would go.
“You’re a naughty boy, Reggie. Do you know what naughty boys do?”
“What?”
“They find sweet, innocent, little girls and they corrupt them.”
“Have I corrupted you?”
“Yes. You make me want to do bad things.”
“Like what?”
“Like take you into the girls’ bathroom and get you to stick your naughty dick inside my pussy.”
“Do you like my naughty dick?” I asked her.
“Yes.”
“What do you want me to do to you?”
“I want you to kiss me until I can’t breathe.”
“And then?”
“Suck on my soft titties until my nipples hurt.”
“And then?”
“Lift my skirt up – and make me look at your naughty dick – shoved up inside of me – filling my pussy.”
And then?”
“You’ll tell me to pinch my nipples as you grab my hips and fuck your naughty dick into my tight little pussy until you shoot all of your semen inside of me – trying to put a baby in my belly.”
I cuddled her face in my hands and brought our lips together – first just a touch – and then a wedding day kiss – and then the kiss of a lover – yearning to watch their lover’s face – as they cum together.
When we separated she gasped, “Suck them, Reggie.”
I nibbled a trail from her lips, across her neck, to her breasts – circling the nipples twice before I took them into my mouth and sucked them until she keened.
“Show me,” she said, “show me how far your naughty prick is buried inside of my pussy.”
I lifted her skirt and looked to where we were joined. All of my dick was inside of her.
“Fuck me, Reggie. Fuck me so hard that I can’t walk. Fill me with your seed. Make a baby inside of me.”
I grasped her hips – trapping her skirt in my palms – so we could each see where my shaft caused her mons & abs to bulge. The bump shrank, as I lifted her thin sexy body into the air, and slowly skewered her back down onto my dick.
“Faster, Reggie.”
I kept the pace the same.
“Please, Reggie. Fuck my pussy.”
I kept it the same but whispered, “Cum for me. Cum and I’ll fuck you.”
I slowly jacked her body up & down on my rod – maintaining the constant rhythm.
Finally, she moaned, “It’s coming Reggie. I’m going to cum. You’re going to make me climax on your naughty cock.”
“When you do,” I told her, “I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll cum again – and then I’ll give you what you want.”
I ground her tight twat onto my stiff rod a half-dozen more times before she moaned, “I’m cumming Reggie. I’m cumming.”
Her vaginal muscles grasped at me and her body shuddered.
“You’re so beautiful. I love how sexy you look when you orgasm. I’m going to make you cum again – and I’m going to watch you – as you jizz for me – and then I’ll watch your face as I nut in you and fill your pussy with babies.”
“Do it, Reggie. Fuck me. Give me your babies,” she moaned.
Her pussy had gotten really wet – and I’m sure I’d leaked a little pre-cum inside of her – so things were becoming more fluid. I took advantage of the reduced friction to start pistoning her taut body – and twat – up & down on my raging hard-on. Her hands were extended – to the right & left – pressed against the walls of the bathroom stall – supporting herself – as I fucked her hard enough that our bodies made a wet slapping sound as her ass dropped to my lap each time I drove my cock inside of her trembling tightness.
“Fuck me, Reggieeee,” she keened.
As I felt her body starting to climax I called to her, “Cum for me, sweet, girl. I love you so much – your brain, your body, your sexy little ass, your tiny nipples, your tight little cunt. Fuck! Cum for me. Make my poor balls explode inside of you.”
I stood up, pressed her back against the door of the stall, and fucked her – driving my aching prick into her – punishing her pussy – pushing her – shoving her at her climax – and building my own.
She grunted as I fucked her – and moaned as she finally came – her pussy clamping down on my cock once more – triggering my orgasm.
“Here it comes, baby. I love you so much. I want to knock you up so bad! Ugh!”
I thrusted up into her – shoving my sperm-spigot at the gateway to her womb. She might be on the pill – but I was going to try my damnedest to fuck a baby into her.
I held her – pinned against the door – until our breathing returned to normal.
From the other side of the room, someone said, “Thanks you two! That was fucking hot!” and I heard the door being pulled open.
“Yeah, thanks. Now I need to go find my boyfriend,” someone moaned.
“You’d better hang onto him, Kase,” someone else called out. “He’s a keeper.”
The door opened and closed a few more times.
When we were dressed again, and peeked out, no one was there. I expected to find people waiting in the hallway, but it was vacant as well.
At bedtime, Kasey told her mother that we’d already fucked – and that she could take my load. I wasn’t sure I was really ready to go again but my mother-in-law laid on her back, opened her mouth-watering body to me, and I capitulated.
I kissed her mouth, sucked her breasts, and gripped her ass – as I pumped my cock into her amazing pussy until she slid through one small orgasm. I grabbed her ankles, raised her feet into the air, and fucked her like a cheap whore until she called my name as she came – and I filled her with spunk.
I collapsed into her arms and she hugged & kissed me as I fell asleep, exhausted.
The last thing I saw – before my eyes closed – was my beautiful wife – sitting in the corner – watching me fuck her mother.
~~~ Friday Night ~~~
Kasey texted her mother and me, mid-morning on Friday and told us not to dawdle – and to be home by 4:00pm. She had already warned us not to schedule anything for the weekend. Mack wasn’t too happy with me but I promised him that, once we got through the start of school, I thought my schedule would settle down.
I got in the door at 3:45pm and she told me to go pack a backpack for a weekend on the road. I headed to find my ear-buds and whatever else I thought I wanted – oh – and clothes.
A few minutes later, my mother-in-law pinched my ass as she passed me, looking for a small suitcase and muttering about her daughter’s secret plans. Since I was mostly packed, I grabbed a breast, pulled her in for a hot kiss to get her calmed a little – and then helped her find what she thought she needed for this adventure.
A half-hour later, Kasey was yelling at us to hurry because the Uber was on the way. Secret plans, indeed! We grabbed the rest of our stuff and drug it outside as the driver pulled up. In a few minutes, he was dumping us off at the departures desk and my hot little cheerleader was checking us in and getting tags for our bags. Six or so hours later, we landed in Reno, Nevada. Other than some heavy breathing – and fervent prayers – by both of my seat-mates – during take-off, things had gone reasonably well.
We grabbed an Uber to the hotel, walked around a little – taking in the sights – and then headed back to take advantage of our king-size pillow-top bed. It seemed appropriate to play Pussy Roulette – and Kasey actually won this time – but it had been close!