Chapter 9

"It wasn't his fault, Jennifer. Honest. I was... like... all open and ready and you know... playing with myself. I bet it wasn't his fault with you either?"

Jennifer had missed school completely that day. The cuckolded teacher had not stopped after taking her virginity and giving her a mind-blowing orgasm. He was like Prince in his indefatigability and after blasting his load up into the girl's first-fucked vagina he'd used his skilled mouth on her again until his own batteries were recharged. In all, he'd made love (or lust) to the lovely fifteen-year-old girl for more than three hours including two hours in her adolescent saddle. Jennifer, like June, was in love.

"But June... he's our teacher... he's too old for us?" Jennifer still felt completely drained from her experiences yesterday. And maybe that was a good thing because she was so well fucked that it quenched the jealousy spark.

"I bet it's better with him... he knows how... than with a boy. And it was your fault too, wasn't it?"

"No... well maybe a bit? Like? Oh God June, what he's going through is awful. I don't know how his wife can do what she did. And Rick... he made her do it at first. I felt so sorry for Mr. Slade. I guess it's OK. Like, him making out with both of us. But you're only thirteen, June?"

"Yeah... and I'm old enough. I loved it and I know he did too. Now, show me what Rick wrote."

Rick had taken Joyce to a bar. He hadn't wanted Shelly after Prince was finished with her and he hadn't had Joyce for several days. It was time and anyway, he wanted to set up getting Jennifer. Her sixteenth birthday was getting very close.

This time Jennifer found more than she expected in the file with her stepfather's journal. One was new, added today while she was still at Mr. Slade's house.

I know you'll treasure these photos, Mrs. Slade. If Prince could read then he would too. He definitely thought highly of you as his bitch. If you would like to have these pictures remain just a loving memento between you, me and Prince you should plan on giving me $150 each and every Friday.

The girls were shocked and aghast at their stepfather's perfidy and they began digging through the desk drawer. Jennifer had a sudden idea and she began pulling the drawers completely out of the desk and checking underneath. With the third drawer her search was rewarded when she found a large, manila envelope taped to the underside.

Both of the girls might have been happier if they had not found the envelope. In it were pictures of Mrs. Slade with Prince, photos that left nothing to the imagination. But there were photos also of their mother, pictures with Prince like the ones of Mrs. Slade. They were sickening but no more so than the pseudo-contract signed by their mother.

On -- I heard my daughter call my husband to her bedroom. After a few minutes I went to check on them and she was lying naked under him on the bed and they were obviously having sexual intercourse. I heard him say "we shouldn't be doing this," and my daughter replied, "It's all right Rick. I needed this and I wanted you to be my first lover." In my opinion it was all her fault and my husband would have never done it if she hadn't seduced him.

Joyce Adams

The girls were speechless. What was going on? They put things back the way they were and went to the bedroom they shared to talk about it.

"I don't know, June? I don't understand?"

"I don't either, Jennifer? What can we do?"

"Can we ask Mr. Slade?"

"Yeah... oh yeah... that's a good idea Jennifer. I think? Let's?"

Sam Slade was pleasantly fatigued. Yesterday's marathon session with the shapely virgin, Jennifer, had drained him and taken away the pain of seeing his wife being fucked by a dog. He was looking forward to the end of class so he could go home and rest. Shelly was gone for two days and that made him happier. He didn't really want to see her.

"Mr. Slade, Sir? Can we... like... Jennifer and me... can we talk to you?"

"Uh, sure June. When?" Sam felt the butterflies of apprehension flutter in his belly. What was it about? Were they going to threaten to blow the whistle on him for what he'd done?

"Can we... like... Jennifer said maybe at your place after school?"

"Sure. Say four o'clock?"

"We'll be there, Sir."

Unwilled thigh it was he felt his battered tool jump with the memory of the two young virgins (now, ex-virgins) and he called out after the departing girl, "Better come to the back door, June. The front doorbell doesn't work," he lied.

The arrived at precisely four o'clock and Sam had led the lovely sisters down to his rec room, wondering if it would remind Jennifer of yesterdays' events. Damn. He was like a teen again, getting a hard on at the least provocation.

"It's OK, Sir. I know about you and June and she knows about us. That's not why we came. We have a different problem. A bigger one."

"All right, girls. If there's anything I can do to help you, I'd be happy to. Would you like a coke or something?"

"Sure," they both answered and Sam went to the rec room fridge and got two cans of coke. The girls were sitting side by side on the sofa and they separated to make room for him to sit between them.

"I... we... like, I'm not sure how to begin," Jennifer stammered after the man sat between her and her sister. "It's like... Rick... he has pictures and he's using yesterday with Prince to get money from Mrs. Slade. And... like... he's got the same thing against our Mom."

"You mean blackmail? Extortion?"

"Yeah... but... like... he's planning to... to rape one of us... or both. And he's making Mom sign a statement that we started it."

Sam put his arms around both girls, drawing them close for comfort and security. God, he thought, it must be scary to be in their situation with nobody to defend them.

"That's not enough to save him. Not if it's you, June. You're only thirteen so it would clearly be statutory rape. With you, Jennifer, I'm not so sure. I think sixteen is the age of consent here. But that's crazy anyway. I'm sure you don't want to go that far to get him."

"Yes we do, if we can get him locked up." the younger one piped up. "I ain't scared of him. But how?"

"You haven't seen him like I did, June. You might be scared if you had?"

"Whaddya mean, Jennifer?"

"I mean he's awful big. Bigger'n Mr. Slade even." As she spoke the older girl let her hand fall into the teacher's lap and she found the undeniable proof that he was turned on.

"That's OK. I'm bigger'n you and you was able to take Mr. Slade wasn't you?" The younger girl's hand dropped to her teacher's lap to find her sister's hand already there.

"So, would you be willing to get your stepfather in bed long enough for the police to catch him?"

"Sure, Sir. I that's what it takes."

"But Mr. Slade? Would June hafta... like... let him go all the way? Like, put it in her?"

"I think so, Jennifer. Otherwise it wouldn't count as rape. Are you sure, June? Once you start it, it'll be too late to stop."

"Mmmm hmmm. I'm sure." The brazen, once-fucked, thirteen-year-old girl took her teacher's hand and drew it to her large breasts. "And you said you were gonna teach me more, Mr. Slade. How about now?"

"I... my God, June? It's as wrong for me to do it as for your stepdad."

"Nah... and you don't care do you, Jennifer? I mean... like... he done you a lot longer'n he done me."

"No, it's all right, June," the older girl said softly but it was obvious that she didn't really mean it.

"Not a good idea, girls," but Sam's hands were both active now, both up under the girl's short skirts and finding to his delight that both pussies were moist and had the swollen feel of readiness. Could he satisfy both of them?

It would be quite normal for the girls to harbor some resentment toward the man who had ignored their apprehensions and robbed them of their innocence. It might also be expected that, even if they accepted their deflorations as something they wanted or deserved, each would have some jealousy toward the other. Neither was the case. Perhaps the girls respected their assailant because he was a person of authority and much less of a threat than their stepfather. Perhaps it was because they had both ended up gaining great pleasure from their initiations. There's even a remote possibility that the pity they felt for the cuckolded schoolteacher caused them to want to give him comfort and solace. Whatever the reason, both girls were compliant and willing sex-toys for the unprincipled teacher.

Even though Jennifer and June had both been unused virgins barely forty-eight hours ago the two of them were rapidly learning the skills of sexual congress. Bolstered by an injection he had serviced both of the teenagers, going off wetly into the younger girl and then riding Jennifer until she had experienced a monumental climax. Now the lecherous teacher was sprawled naked on the recreation room floor looking at the delectable, young and equally naked schoolgirls with him.