Megan had sat by, smiling dotingly and offering the occasional sage bit of blowjob wisdom as her daughter did her best to get me off. It was a far cry from Abbie and Taylor's tag-team a few hours earlier, but it wouldn't be much of a test of Megan's loyalty if I didn't push her limits. Cassie was caught off guard by my very telegraphed orgasm and coughed up all manner of jizz onto herself. Her mother gently scolded her for making a mess on my floor. Then, as Cassie tried to mumble an apology around a mouthful she hadn't yet figured out she should swallow, Megan fuzzed her head and told her to toss her clothes in the laundry and she'd get the cum cleaned out for her before it stained. Isa had been well and thoroughly satisfied that the girls would not constitute a breach of security. I'd agreed, then patted her ass and told her to get home and work on patching things up with Candy. She giggled, waited until I was done squeezing, then sashayed out of my house with a wink and a smile.
"We are where we are now, anyway," I said at last. "And as a history teacher, you don't need any reminders that we can't go back and undo the past." "That I don't. And... if I tell you something, do you swear not to tell anybody?" "Even Isa?" "Especially Isa." She walked up to me and, to my complete shock, flicked me right in the fly! "I'm not sure I want to undo it. There's no point pretending I didn't have fun Sunday, and whether or not I ever would have initiated it, teaching a couple bigots to be a little more open-minded and sex-positive felt good. I've been thinking about it a lot, and maybe our glass is half full, not empty. Maybe it's more than half, even." I arched an eyebrow. "How do you figure?" "You don't think those girls will be better off with us being able to push them this hard towards a right direction? You're not wrong that if you hadn't intervened, Taylor wouldn't have finished high school. She was failing three required classes with only weeks on the clock. A
Her rhetoric was on point, but it didn't make her right. "If our school employed a male resource officer with a boyfriend, I would have used it on them. If my next door neighbor had been a boy, I would have used it on him. Yes, it fits a pattern, but correlation does not imply causation." "All right. So you're saying the only one you first degree Serenexed was me?" "'First degree'? What's that mean?" "Premeditation, Mr. C. I watch a lot of serial killer shit. Try to keep up." That made more sense than I wanted it to. Still, on analysis, she was actually right, at least in spirit. Yes, I'd planned the dosing of Isa and Cassie, but really, it was like I'd said -- I'd dosed a police officer because I'd needed one and what I'd thought was a blackmailer in self-defense. The only person I'd ever set out to use Serenex on because of who they were was Taylor. "I suppose you're right. What of it?" "Well, why? You obviously didn't know what the stuff did all this when you started. You jus
With my tongue swirling her clit and my nose trying to bury itself in her slit, I started banging her ass like a bongo. She wailed indignantly, but that only made me go harder. Not that she tried to stop me. The closest Taylor came to resistance was when her legs turned to jelly as she came. "Told you," she panted, "you brought me over here to fuck me." She was on her knees now, her face planted back in the couch cushions. Two fingers slid inside her, grazing her inner tightness. "Feels to me like you came over here to get fucked." Her hips pumped slowly back against my hand. "You're the one who's making me do this, asshole." My fingers slid in and out of her like a hot knife through butter. Warm, soft, melty, fuckable butter. "You mean, making you come? Because you're welcome. I'll admit this isn't what I was aiming for when I set out to touch my students' lives, but... I suppose this will have to do." "Mothafucka you trying to act like you settling?" The snarl on her face as sh
"Morning, Mr. Canon!" The truth was I had already been awake for several minutes by that point, thanks to the gentle but unceasing dedication of Cassie's tongue, but I was only now letting myself open my eyes. It was the first time in my life a woman had ever awakened me with a blowjob. I have to say, it sure beat the hell out of an alarm. "Good morning, Cassie." I flashed her a smile and helped hold her hair back out of her face while she kept at it. It was a little chilly without the sheets. The thermostat was programmed to cool off a little in the morning hours to facilitate my waking up process, which was still working. In fact, just to make sure we hadn't overslept I snatched my phone off the nightstand and made sure. Only 5:35. Wouldn't even go off for another ten minutes. I silenced it early and let Cassie take its place. Sweet, relaxing silence. The whole reason I woke up so early on weekdays, so I could take my time on myself before I had to worry about the rest of the wor
With our ninety-second bout of love-making already over, I rolled her off and hauled myself into a sitting position. She slipped a finger between her legs, sniffing at the traces of cum she dredged up. "I think I'm gonna take a shower, Cassie." "Oh, yeah. I probably should, too, right? Do you want me to shower with you? I remember one time when I was in middle school I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and I saw the TV was on so I went to see if I'd left it on because I didn't wanna get yelled at, but it was my dad, and he was asleep, but there was this porn on the TV, and it was shower sex. I didn't watch it for long, but now showers always sorta make me think of sex. I guess that's weird, huh? But they're such a naked place. That's my favorite place to masturbate, too. It can be hard not to lose my balance, but that's part of what I like about it, the challenge. I can't just GO GO GO because I'd slip and fall, so I sort of have to take my time, which is cool.
Cassie pressed her body against my back as she talked, massaging body wash into my skin. She'd elected a "gropy" wash without my bothering to answer, but she was nevertheless thorough about it. More attention was dedicated to my reinvigorating shaft than elsewhere, but no flesh was left unsudsed. At some point she broke contact. The sound of her squirting out more behind my back followed. Then she was back, and from the way her body glided frictionlessly against mine, it was clear she was using her torso as well as her hands as a sponge. Cassie was getting everything her breasts could reach, cupping them in her hands and spot cleaning my backside inch by inch. I'd never felt a woman's nipple roaming up and down the crack of my ass before. I didn't know how to feel about it. It wasn't six o'clock yet, though, so I didn't have to feel anything. The usual deal I'd made with myself concerning these morning hours. "Guess not." "You know, you're such a good listener, Mr. Canon. You just l
"I really like this position, I think. My behind is my good side, everyone says, so it feels kinda sexy to be showing it to you. And like, with my face mushed up against the wall like this, I can close my eyes and let my imagination help, too. Not that I need imagination man. Honestly, I think I so prefer you to him. Your cock is so hard in my cha-cha it's like a rock. But warm. And awesome. And moving so fast! Wow! Mmm. You know, I don't think I ever said thank you? I mean it. Thank you, Mr. Canon. I might have gone years before I let a boy do all this, and it's just the best. I swear I'm not just sucking up! I could do this every day. I mean, not tonight, because I have this group project for econ we're working on and I'll be lucky to get home by curfew as it is. Though hey! You could tell Mom to let me stay out past curfew. We could do another sleepover, and we could do as much sex stuff as you want! Man, that'd be awesome. I really like sleepovers anyway, and getting to pleasure y