Chapter 11: Schoolgirl Temptation

Steve Davies

My dick throbbed in my slacks. Kyleigh wiggled, her breasts jiggled in her blue blouse, her tits almost spilling out. They were so lush and perfect. I wanted her. I had made her into this slut, turned her into this hottie. I deserved a little delight. I couldn’t fix anything wrong at my church this Sunday evening. My wife’s now open bisexuality had caused consequences to this new timeline. Repairing the damage had to wait until I had more editing slots. However, I could have fun with Kyleigh right now.

“Yeah, let’s go talk over...” I looked around. “Over here.” I nodded to my reverend. “Glad you understand.”

“Your dedication to your students is an inspiration, Steve,” said the reverend, giving me a smile. He had no idea.

I took Kyleigh’s hand and I pulled her towards the backroom. She giggled behind me as we passed the other members of church attending the Sunday evening service. I nodded to Fabiana, the reverend’s wife, as she talked to her lover, a gleam in her eyes that was so foreign to the Fabiana I knew. I had changed so much about our world without meaning to. I had to remember that.

Consequences.

I led her from the worship hall into a quiet section of classrooms that wouldn’t be used tonight. I led her past the near ones, her hand hot in mine. She smelled so sweet, her perfume filling my nose while her footsteps echoed behind me.

“Oh, I need this soooo bad, Mr. Davies,” she moaned. “All weekend ... I just can’t resist. I even came to Sunday morning worship, and you weren’t here.”

“I overslept,” I said. “Sorry.”

“Just make it up to me,” she moaned as I opened the classroom door. It had a window in it. Someone might catch us, but that ache in my cock was so great I didn’t care. I had a fifteen-year-old hottie to fuck.

I didn’t turn on the lights. I didn’t want anyone to think we were in here. I moved through the dark room, past the rows of chairs set out, towards the table. I pressed her towards the tables, eager to just fuck into her. I bent her over the table, my hand squeezing her rump.

I kneaded her. I massaged her, squeezing her. She had such a tight ass. She moaned and squirmed, her hips wiggling from side to side. She flashed me a look over her shoulder, her face pale in the darkness, her eyes twinkling.

“Ooh, yes, yes, tutor me, Mr. Davies,” she said. “Just slide that cock into me! Fuck me! Give me that big, hard lesson! I need it! I’m so wet! I’ve soaked my panties.”

“Have you?” I asked, my hands hiking up her skirt, drawing it up her thighs until I exposed a pair of yellow panties, bands of ruffled lace across her rump. It was amazing to see. Her pussy molded to the underwear’s gusset. Even in the dark room, I could see the wet spot.

I pressed my finger into her panties, feeling her warmth bleeding through the fabric. Her juices stained my hand. A spicy musk filled my nose, that aroma of her feminine lust. It was just a delicious treat. I stroked her through the sleek cloth, making her coo.

“You are such a dedicated student,” I said, caressing her labia. I teased her, making her whimper. “So eager to learn, aren’t you?”

“I am, Mr. Davies,” she whimpered. Her back arched. Her juices soaked my fingers. “Mr. Davies, just pull down my panties. Rip them down and fuck me! Just plow into me! Teach me, Mr. Davies!”

My fingers slid up her gusset, crossing those bands of ruffled lace hugging her rump. She wiggled as I moved up to the waistband of her panties. I hooked my fingers into her waistband, tugging, working those panties down, exposing her pale ass, that delicious, curvy butt that I shaped. I deserved to enjoy this. Linda didn’t care.

She’d love to know about it.

The light spilling through the window into the room dimmed. My head snapped around, a spike of fear racing through me. Someone peered through the window, a grinning face. I paused at the sight of my daughter, Sam. She held up her phone and winked a green eye.

I winked back.

It was hot knowing my daughter was watching me teach my student. Sam needed to learn how a naughty slut acted. I turned back to Kyleigh and ripped her panties farther and farther down her body. I rolled it down to bunch around her mid-thighs. In the dim light, I could see the gleam of her juices beading on her shaved vulva, that wondrous gleam of delight. It was such a hot treat to enjoy.

I unzipped my slacks. Her ass scrunched and she let out a whimpering moan. Her hips wiggled back and forth. She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes burning with passion. She had no idea my daughter watched us.

“Yes, yes, teach me, Mr. Davies!” she moaned, her voice liquid passion. “I need it so badly.”

“Such a dedicated student,” I groaned, pulling my cock out of my boxers. My shaft thrust out through the unzipped fly of my slacks.

I pressed my dick against her pussy. I rubbed up and down her slit. She moaned louder, her hot flesh caressing my sensitive tip. Pleasure rippled down my shaft. I never thought I would do this at my church. I was a deacon here.

But my student needed me. I was a good teacher. I grinned at that thought.

I threw a look over my shoulder again while Kyleigh whimpered and moaned. I winked at my daughter then thrust into the schoolgirl’s underage pussy. Her silky flesh engulfed my dick. Her tight cunt caressed it as I pressed deeper and deeper into her snatch. My eyes widened as the pleasure surged through me.

This was amazing. It was such a wondrous delight. I groaned, my cock throbbing in her depths. This hot delight was wrapped around my dick. I slid to the hilt in her. I pressed up against her rump, my slacks rubbing on her flesh.

“Yes!” she howled, her back arched, her pussy clenching around my cock. She was so hot. “Oh, Mr. Davies! Fuck me! Give me that lesson!”

So loud. We were at church. We were sinning, and I didn’t care. I drew back my hips, feeling my phone shifting in my pocket. The app gave me this power. I thrust into her tight cunt. My student moaned and gasped, clothing rustling.

Every thrust into her sent such waves of hot lust surging through me. It was just a delicious treat to enjoy. The pleasure gripped my cock, massaging me. It was such a heat wrapped around me, caressing me. Her juices bathed me as I pounded her.

I gripped her hips, the table rocking beneath her as I fucked into her hard. I plowed into her with powerful thrusts. I slammed my dick into her hot depths. Her cunt squeezed around me. She gripped me. She teased me with that hot cunt. Her hips wiggled, stirring her snatch around my cock.

“Damn!” I grunted. “Work that cunt. Show me all that you’ve learned. All that I’ve taught you.”

“Yes, Mr. Davies!” she gasped, her pussy clenching around my dick. “Does this feel good?”

“Yes!”

The table rocked as I pounded her. I drilled into her underage cunt. The schoolgirl moaned and gasped, bringing me closer and closer to making me erupt. Her pussy massaged me with her juicy silk. Every thrust made my balls tighten. Brought me closer and closer to exploding in her depths.

Then she gasped. Her back arched. Her black hair danced about her head, falling in thick ringlets about her shoulders as she bucked. Her pussy convulsed around my cock. It rippled around me. This wonderful delight that massaged me. It was such a bliss to enjoy. Her cunt sucked at me, eager for my cum.

“Feel that!” she howled. “That’s how much I’ve learned! Studied! Oh, yes, yes! Just spurt into me!”

“Fuck, yes!” I groaned. “I feel your dedication.”

My balls tightened. I buried into her depths. Her flesh rippled around my cock, sucking at me. I groaned as the pleasure surged out of me. My cum pumped into her. I fired blast after blast of jizz into her. I flooded her with my passion.

Pleasure shot through me. It slammed into my mind. Her pussy writhed hot around me. She moaned and gasped, her cunt draining my balls of my load of jizz. I shuddered as stars burst across my eyes. It was incredible.

I loved cumming in a schoolgirl’s pussy. It was a treat every teacher should enjoy.

“Mr. Davies!” she moaned. “You’re the best teacher. Mmm, I learn the best lessons from you.”

“Yeah,” I panted, my dick twitching in her pussy as her convulsions slowed, died.

I threw another look over my shoulder. My daughter winked at me before she darted away.

I was just pulling out of Kyleigh, the schoolgirl panting and shuddering, when my phone beeped. A text message alert. I pulled it out and saw a message from my wife. I opened it, my dick drenched in pussy juices.

“So banging your student, huh?” Linda texted.

“Sam ratted me out?” I sent back.

“Our daughter is a born peeping Tom. So, you planning on sharing?” She added the splashing water emoji. “That video she shot looked hot. You were fucking her hard. It’s distracting me from the beauties at the strip club.”

“I’ll share. So, enjoy any lap dances?”

A picture appeared of my wife sitting down, a beautiful, Latina woman straddling her waist, shaking a pair of naked tits in her face. One of my wife’s lovers, either Marissa or Evaline, was filming it.

“Looks like you’re having fun, too,” I sent. “Can’t wait to see you. So much has changed.”

“Fucking your students, popping our daughters’ cherries. Yeah, things are different.” She capped it off with a winky emoji. “I have to go. Evaline’s getting her first lap dance.” I smiled, shaking my head. Everything was so different.

“You’re still hard,” purred my student, her hand touching my dick. “Should I demonstrate my ... oral skills?”

Sam Davies

“I lost my cherry!” I told my three friends first thing Monday morning when I arrived at school, buzzing from my weekend fucking my dad and sister. Tammy, Courtney, Rita, and I were all lesbian lovers. We had naughty orgies with each other, often at Rita’s house. We feasted on each other. It was, supposedly, to keep us from losing our virginity to guys and stay pure for marriage.

But really, we were just four girls who loved pussy. I was comfortable being bi, but not my friends. Yet. Maybe they would one day.

Rita—a cute, Black girl with a round face and plump hair—gave me a shocked look. “Really? Who?”

“Tell me it’s not Matthew Tollemache,” groaned Courtney, her dainty nose twitching.

“Or, worse, that Seth,” Tammy said, her dark-brown hair sweeping about her shoulders as she shuddered. “He’s so creepy.”

“Eww, no,” I said, blanching. My skirt swayed about my thighs as I shivered. I loved wearing skirts, even if they were impractical for climbing trees or running around the neighborhood. “That would be like doing my brother.” I had no interest in James. He wasn’t nearly as sexy as Dad, too much of a nerd.

Besides, he had those two Anime whores he created. He didn’t need any pussy. He was getting plenty of it now.

“No, it was an older man,” I said, my cunt clenching. I’d enjoyed Daddy before coming to school. Well, my older sister and I enjoyed him. It was so wonderful. I was so glad to be his daughter. His secret lover.

My friends all gasped. Rita’s eyes raised up while Courtney’s ran a hand through her black hair as she gave a nervous giggle. Tammy grabbed both my wrists, her hazel eyes going wide as she stared at me.

“Who?” she demanded.

I arched my eyebrows.

“No way,” Tammy said.

“You did it?” Courtney gasped. “You really did it. With...”

“Yep.” I looked at them. “You all have to try it.”

“Your dad or our own?” Rita asked, her voice ... considering.

“Why not both,” I said. “Daddy love is the best!”

My brother passed us with his two girlfriends he created. They were like living sex dolls, Anime characters brought to life. How did he do that? He strutted like he owned the school. But the real king was my daddy!

Becky Davies

I was eager to see Tonya when I entered the school building. I headed for her locker near my physics class. I had to see her after yesterday. I wanted to share her with Dad. I wanted to enjoy her more. I loved Dad, and Sam and my mom, but ... I also was realizing I had feelings for Tonya. I was open to my sexuality after this weekend and...

I wanted to share it all with my best friend. It was so hot eating out her pussy the day before. What a lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon. The only way that could have made my time between her thighs better was if Daddy was fucking me from behind at the same time.

Boy, I really had blossomed this weekend. I never thought about my sexuality much. I hardly masturbated, even as my crush on my daddy deepened as I grew up. But now that I wasn’t a virgin, that I had my first taste of sex, I realized how much I liked it.

I ached to do wicked things.

I wanted to share my new discovery with Tonya. With my family. With other girls. It was all so much. All so wonderful. I rushed through the hallways, weaving through the other students. Then I groaned when I saw Seth Parrish ahead. He was a sophomore, like my brother, and always ogling me, his blue eyes intense.

“Hey, Becky,” he said, a big grin on his face. “You’re looking good today.”

“Thanks,” I said, being polite.

“I was hoping to call you, but ... you’ve blocked my number.”

I shrugged. “You were being a pest. Okay. I’m not dating anyone right now. I need to get to class.” His expression fell a bit. “Yeah, okay. Just ... Maybe one day.”

“Maybe,” I said, hurrying past him. I felt his eyes on me, and I wished my skirt didn’t sway so much.

Despite my encounter with Seth, my giddiness returned when I saw Tonya at her locker dressed in her identical school uniform, looking so scrumptious. Her skirt fell over her rump. She wore knee-high, white socks that made her look so innocent. Her platinum-blonde hair only added to the look.

I hurried to her, my big tits heaving beneath my blouse, my braided, auburn hair swaying down my back. I reached her, a big smile on my lips. “Hey, Tonya.”

“Oh, hi,” she said, her words subdued. She slammed her locker shut. Hard. The clanging made me jump. “Um, well, I got class.”

I frowned. “Tonya, is everything okay? I mean ... after yesterday and...”

“It’s fine,” she said and turned away, walking off, her shoulders hunched over.

All my giddy excitement melted away as I watched my friend vanish into the flow of students. I swallowed, feeling suddenly so ... alone despite everyone around me. I rubbed at my arm. Didn’t she like what I did to her yesterday? Didn’t she enjoy it?

“Everything okay?”

I squeaked and jumped, whirling around to find Daddy standing behind me in his gray suit, a dark-red tie tucked into his buttoned-up jacket. He was such a handsome man. So tall and strong. I wanted to hug him. To kiss him right here in front of everyone but...

No one could know about our incestuous love.

“Tonya hurried off like there was something wrong.” He brushed a stray strand of hair off my forehead, his fingers gentle.

“It’s fine, Daddy,” I said, shivering. “I ... I have to get to class.”

“It didn’t look fine,” he said. “Is there anything I can do to fix her?” He stroked my cheek with his thumb. The way he said he could help was so ... confident. “Just tell me what’s wrong, and I bet you two will be fine again. You won’t even remember you were having problems.”

“It’s okay, Daddy,” I told him. “I can work it out. You know...”

“Yeah.” He kissed me on the forehead. “Okay, honey. I have to get to my class. Enjoy your day.”

I smiled at him, feeling his lips leaving wet heat on my forehead. I shuddered, wanting more from him. A proper kiss, but... “You have a good day, too.”

James Davies

I was eager to go to school. Ever since my creations came to life, coming to school was a delight. Rainier may be a Christian high school, but guys still had that dream of two girls, so seeing me walking in with slender Ruri on my right arm, and busty Orihime on my left brought nods.

Guys saw me differently now. I wasn’t that weirdo everyone shunned. I was the guy with two girlfriends. They were my lovers. The things we did in my bedroom ... It made me wonder if the patriarchs of the old testament, like Isaac or Jacob, enjoyed their multiple wives at the same time.

Of course they did.

Why wouldn’t they use that opportunity to fuck two women at once? To have the delight of seeing them lick each other clean. Was there anything hotter than watching one girl you loved devouring your cum out of the pussy of another girl you love?

Not that I had discovered.

Orihime and Ruri clung to me, both smelling so sweet. They looked hot in their school uniforms, the same as the other girls. They looked hot in their gray skirts and vests over their white blouses. Orihime’s tits stretched out her top, the cloth molding to them. They bounced with her every step.

“Hey, James,” Mathew Tollemache said, nodding. He was a star football player; the type of guy who used to ignore me. “How’s it going?”

“How does it look?” I asked, grinning at him.

I felt his eyes drinking in the beauty of my creations. But I didn’t worry; Orihime and Ruri truly loved me. They wouldn’t fall to the guy’s charms, even if he looked like he wanted to ravish them. To take them hard.

“Looks like you are scoring,” he said. “Damn, where did you find these girls?”

I just winked at him and kept walking.

Myles Walker nodded his head as I passed, his blue eyes sparkling. He shook his head, the envy so clear. Then I passed Seth Parish, the guy studying us with intense, blue eyes. Save for not needing glasses, he looked like a nerd. Intelligent and awkward all at the same time. He leaned against the wall, speculation in his expression. He was like me, a loner. I used to be in chess club with him, but I got into drawing more and dropped it. He was probably wondering how I got such hotties.

“Hey, Seth,” I said, giving him a big grin. “How’s it going?”

“Fine, fine,” he said, his hand running through his light-brown hair. “Had a good weekend. You?”

I glanced at Ruri. She blushed and shot me a warning look. It was so hot taking her cherry the day before. “Yeah, it was a good one.”

He nodded his head as I kept walking by. I felt like a god. I was better than all these guys around me, and my two lovers were hotter than any of the girls at my school, even that Kyleigh. She didn’t have tits as nice as my Orihime, or an ass as great as my Ruri.

My dick twitched in my pants. If I was something more, something like a god—after all, I had created these two lush beauties on my arms—why not do what I wanted? Why follow the rules? My eyes drifted down to Orihime’s breasts bouncing in her top.

“Do you have to stare at her breasts, James?” Ruri asked, sounding prickly, her arm tightening on my arm. “We’re in school.”

“Oh, Ruri, he’s just appreciating my beauty,” Orihime said. “Nothing wrong with that.”

“We’re in school,” Ruri said, her pale cheeks blushing bright, her blue-purple pigtails spilling off her shoulders to dangle down her blouse. “Idiots.”

“Yes, we are,” I said as the hallways thinned. Did I really need to go to my first-period class? It wasn’t my art class. It was just history. What did I really need to know? I could skip it. I bet Dad would cover for me.

“Let’s go over here,” I said, leading them to the guy’s restroom.

“What are we doing?” Ruri asked. “We don’t need to watch you pee! That’s just disgusting.”

Orihime giggled. “I bet you’d like watching him pee. It’s easy to know what you find hot.”

“I don’t find that hot!” Ruri gasped, her cheeks flaming bright.

“Right,” Orihime said, her blue eyes twinkling.

Orihime pushed open the door to the guy’s restroom. It was empty. I was just so hard. Ruri clung to me, her purple eyes hard. I kept moving through the bathroom and reached the last stall, the handicap one that was bigger than the others.