Paul finishes the call and sets the phone down. He lets out a breath and looks at me.
"She's coming in tomorrow morning. Around ten."
"Good. Her reaction?"
"What you'd expect. Worried about the grades she said Dana's been struggling with fractions since last semester. Grateful for the offer, but cautious. She asked if you had any teaching credentials."
"And you said?"
"I said you were a volunteer, not a licensed teacher, but that you'd helped another student with similar results. I mentioned Hester by name."
"Good. Use Hester as proof. A known quantity. Concrete results."
He nods. "She said she'd think about it. But her tone told me she'd already decided. She just needed to sleep on it to feel like she was being a responsible mother."
"She'll agree. A woman in her position doesn't turn down help. Especially when it's free and comes recommended by the school administration. She'll show up tomorrow, and I'll close the deal."
"You want me to sit in?"
"No. You introduce us, then find an excuse to leave. I need her alone with me to build rapport."
I brief him on the script for tomorrow's meeting. Keep it casual. Make it sound like a general offer, not targeted. Don't mention that I own the building she lives in. Don't push too hard.
"Tell her I was a senior IT consultant at a large accounting firm. That explains the math background -lots of numbers, lots of analysis, working with complex systems. Tell her tutoring is a hobby for me, a way to give back to the community now that I'm semi-retired. She'll warm up to that. Single mothers love a man who volunteers his time."
Paul writes it down in his neat handwriting, his pen scratching across the paper. He's thorough and reliable. That's why I keep him around.
"One more thing," I say, leaning forward and lowering my voice. "Don't bring up that I'm her landlord. Let her figure that out on her own, when she's already comfortable with me. It'll feel like a coincidence, not a setup. If she asks, say you didn't know. You're just the school administrator making a recommendation based on academic need."
"Understood."
"You're a natural, Paul. I knew I picked the right man for this."
"Thank you, sir. I'm honored by your trust."
"You've earned it."
I stand, straightening my shirt and smoothing the front. "I'll be at the school tomorrow anyway. I'll step in once she's comfortable with the idea. Let me handle the personal introduction - I'll be charming, warm, disarming. You just be the professional administrator who made the recommendation."
He nods, standing as well. "Good luck, sir."
"Luck has nothing to do with it. Preparation does. And we're well prepared."
We shake hands. His grip is firm. Loyal.
I leave his office and walk back down the hallway, my footsteps echoing on the polished linoleum. I feel good. The plan is solid. The pieces are moving exactly as they should. Tomorrow, Mary. After that, the twins. The afternoon classes are in session, so the halls are empty. Quiet. The only sounds are muffled voices through closed doors, the hum of the fluorescent lights, and the distant click of a keyboard from the office below. Perfect for thinking.
I think about Mary's visit tomorrow. About the script. About how I'll present myself warm, trustworthy, helpful. A father figure. A community-minded citizen. The kind of man a struggling mother would trust with her daughters.
I run through the conversation in my head. Greeting. Small talk. The tutoring offer. The reassurance. The invitation to visit the apartment. Each step choreographed.
I pass by Hester's classroom. The door is closed. Through the small window, I can see her at her desk, head down, writing in a notebook. She doesn't look up. She's focused, determined.
I wonder if she's done the apology yet.
Two minutes later, I get my answer.
The bell rings. Doors open. Students spill into the hallway. I'm standing near the main entrance, pretending to wait for Hope, when a voice cuts through the noise.
"Excuse me. Can I have everyone's attention?"
I look up. Hester is standing in the middle of the hallway, hands clasped in front of her, face pale but composed. Students stop. Turn. Stare.
"I want to say something."
The hallway goes quiet. A few teachers step out of their rooms.
Hester takes a breath. I can see her hands trembling. But her voice is steady when she speaks.
"I've been a bitch to a lot of you. I've bullied people, made their lives miserable. And I was wrong."
She pauses. Swallows. Pushes through.
"I can't undo what I did. I can't take back the things I said. But I can apologize. So I'm doing that now. I'm sorry. To everyone I hurt."
Silence.
A girl near the front stares at her. Then she nods slowly.
"Thanks, Hester."
Another girl mutters the same.
Someone starts clapping. A few others join in.
Hester's shoulders sag with relief. She doesn't smile, but the tension leaves her face.
I turn away before she can see me watching. Pride swells in my chest.
She did it on her own. I didn't have to push. I didn't even have to be here. My little pet is moving out of her shell...
I walk toward the exit, a smile on my face. I pass a group of younger students who are still buzzing about what they just witnessed. One of them says, "Did you hear what Hester said?" and another replies, "Yeah, I can't believe she actually apologized." A teacher nearby nods approvingly before ducking back into her classroom.
Word spreads fast in a small school. By the time I reach the front doors, I hear two more conversations about it from both students and teachers.
Later, at home, she'll get a proper reward for her courage. Something that makes her feel seen. Appreciated. Loved. Hmm... Perhaps an anal reverse suspending congress in the living room while Hope licks her tiny little cunt...
-x-X-x-
The rest of the afternoon passes quietly. I wander the hallways, making small talk with whoever crosses my path. I introduce myself to a few more staff members the art teacher in her cluttered studio, surrounded by half-finished canvases and the smell of turpentine; the gym coach with his whistle around his neck, yelling encouragement at a group of students running laps; the librarian stamping books behind a wooden desk, her reading glasses perched on her nose.
Mrs. Chen shakes my hand, her fingers stained with paint. *System, Pin of Trust on Mrs. Chen.*
[Pin of Trust applied. +1 trust/hour on Mrs. Chen.]
[Trust fund active on Mrs. Chen. +10 trust.]
[Dog trainer active on Mrs. Chen. +5 loyalty.]
Mr. Vargas has a grip like a vise. *System, Pin of Trust on Mr. Vargas.*
[Pin of Trust applied. +1 trust/hour on Mr. Vargas.]
[Trust fund active on Mr. Vargas. +10 trust.]
[Dog trainer active on Mr. Vargas. +5 loyalty.]
Mrs. Keller barely looks up from her stamping. I wait until she finishes, then extend my hand. *System, Pin of Trust on Mrs. Keller.*
[Pin of Trust applied. +1 trust/hour on Mrs. Keller.]
[Trust fund active on Mrs. Keller. +10 trust.]
[Dog trainer active on Mrs. Keller. +5 loyalty.]
Nothing intense. Just friendly conversation. My skills doing their silent work in the background, weaving threads I can pull later.
Mrs. Chen tells me about the spring art show she's organizing, her hands painting the air as she describes the planned layout. She's passionate in a way that reminds me of Miss Delaney - dedicated to her craft, grateful for anyone who shows genuine interest.
Mr. Vargas complains about the budget cuts affecting the sports program. He's a big man with a thick neck and a handshake that could crush gravel, but his eyes are tired. He cares about his students. That's a weakness I can use.
Mrs. Keller recommends a book she thinks I'd like a mystery novel set in Victorian England, full of foggy streets and clever detectives. She presses it into my hands with a smile, saying I can return it whenever I finish. I thank her and promise to give it a chance.
I file all of it away. Every piece of information is useful eventually. Every connection is a thread I can pull.
By the time the final bell rings, I've influenced seven staff members. Small gains, but they add up. A web of influence spreading through the school like roots underground.
I spot Hester leaving through the side gate. She walks with her head held higher than this morning. The apology is done. The weight is off her shoulders. She doesn't look at me. Smart girl.
Hope finds me near the main entrance a few minutes later, bag slung over one shoulder, a bounce in her step. Her hair is slightly messy she probably ran her hands through it during a stressful test.
"Heard about Hester's apology?" she asks.
"Everyone heard."
"People are still talking about it. Even the teachers mentioned it during last period."
"Good. That's what she wanted."
Hope nods. "She's braver than I thought."
"She's a good girl. She just needed direction."
We walk home together, our steps matching. The town is settling into evening - shop owners pulling down metal grates over their windows, parents picking up younger kids from the elementary school down the street, the smell of dinner drifting from open windows. A car passes with a church bumper sticker on its rear. A group of kids kick a ball in a yard, their laughter echoing through the quiet streets.
Quiet. Conservative. The kind of place where everyone knows everyone's business.
The kind of place where a man like me has to be careful.
But careful is my specialty.
When we reach the apartment building, I hold the door open for Hope. The smell of beef stew hits me before I even see the kitchen - rich and savory, with undertones of rosemary and garlic.
Katie is at the stove, stirring a large pot, a ladle in her hand. She looks up and smiles, her face flushed from the heat.
"How was school?"
"Good," Hope says, dropping her bag by the door with a thud. "I have homework."
"Wash up first."
"Okay, mom."
She disappears down the hallway. Katie turns to me, wiping her hands on her apron.
"And you?"
"Productive day."
I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, pressing my body against her back and burying my face in her hair. She smells like onions and garlic and home the simple domestic scent of a woman who takes care of her family. She leans back against me, her ass rubbing against my cock. Ok, the simple domestic scent of a slave horny for her master's cock... Yeah, that sounds better.
"How productive?"
"Met most of the teachers. Planted seeds. Got Paul to call Mary about the twins. She's coming in tomorrow."
"Mmm." She tilts her head back, resting it against my shoulder. "Moving fast."
"Moving steady."
She turns in my arms and kisses me. Her lips taste like the stew she's been tasting. Her hand finds mine and squeezes.
"Where's Hester?"
"She just got in. Changing out of her uniform."
As if on cue, Hester appears in the kitchen doorway, now in her sleepwear a loose t-shirt and shorts.
She sees us embracing and looks away with a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
"Come here, pet."
She hesitates for a moment, then walks over. I open my arm and pull her into the hug, making a sandwich of our family Katie in front, Hester tucked against my side. She's stiff at first, then relaxes.
"You did good today. I'm proud of you."
She relaxes against me. "It was scary."
"I know. But you did it anyway."
"Because you asked me to."
"No." I tilt her chin up, making her meet my eyes. "Because you wanted to. That was all you. I just gave you the push."
She smiles. A real smile. The tension in her shoulders finally releases.
"I love you, father."
"I love you too, pet. I'm proud of you."
"Really?"
"Really. You faced a room full of people who had every reason to hate you, and you told them they were right. That takes more courage than most people ever show."
Her eyes glisten, but she doesn't cry. She's stronger than that now.
We stand there for a long moment, the three of us wrapped together, the stew bubbling on the stove, the evening light slanting through the kitchen window.
-x-X-x-
Dinner is a quiet, warm affair. Beef stew with crusty bread, butter on the table, lemon slices floating in glasses of water. The four of us sit around the table like a real family Katie at one end, me at the other, the girls across from each other. The window is cracked open, letting in the cool evening air and the distant sound of a lawnmower from down the street.
Hope talks about her day the pop quiz she aced in history, Melissa's ongoing commentary about the biology teacher's suspiciously perfect toupee, the rumor about two teachers who might be dating. Normal teenage chatter, the kind that fills a house with life.
I let her talk, asking the occasional question, nodding at the right moments, playing the attentive father.
She thrives on the attention. They all do.
"She's funny, Melissa," I say.
"She's the best. You should meet her properly sometime."
"Maybe I will."
Hope grins. She knows what that means. She doesn't mind.
But my mind is already on tomorrow.
"She's coming at ten," I say at one point, pushing my stew around my plate. "Mary."
Katie looks up. "You think she'll agree?"
"She'll want to meet me first. See the apartment. Make sure we're not serial killers." I smile. "But she'll agree. She doesn't have a choice."
Hester asks. "What happens when she does?"
"I start tutoring the twins. Build trust. Plant suggestions. Slowly, over weeks."
"Then what?"
"Then Mary becomes one of us. And the twins follow."
"The twins are pretty," Hope says, a grin tugging at her lips. She knows exactly what's going to happen to them.
"They are. You'll help me break them in."
Her eyes light up. "Can I watch?"
"If you behave."
Beside me, Hester shifts in her seat, a eager look on her face that has nothing to do with the stew.
I had told Hester about the boarding school plan last week she's been chewing on it ever since.
"What about the boarding school?" she asks after a moment, setting her spoon down. "The teachers you met today are they part of that plan too?"
"Some of them. Miss Delaney is a candidate. Young, idealistic, lonely. Easy to recruit. She practically lit up when I mentioned poetry starved for intellectual connection."
"And Mrs. Albright?"
"She's tougher. Too principled, too established in the system. Might not be worth the effort. We'll see how she responds as my influence grows over time."
Katie refills my glass, the wine glugging softly into the crystal. "You have it all figured out, don't you?"
"I have a plan. There's a difference between having a plan and having it figured out. Plans change. People surprise you."
She smiles. "Modest."
"Realistic."
After dinner, I help Katie with the dishes. The water runs hot. The radio plays softly. The girls do their homework at the dining table.
"You're quiet," Katie says, handing me a plate to dry.
"Planning."
"You're always planning."
"That's how things get done."
She smiles and leans into me for a moment, her wet hand leaving a damp print on my shirt. I don't mind.
The girls finish their homework and join us. Hope drapes herself over the armchair, watching me with hooded eyes. Hester slides onto the floor beside my feet, her loose shirt gaping open and giving me a nice view of her small tits.
"You did something hard today, I say.
"I know."
"Did it change anything? With the other students?"
She thinks about it. "Some of them. Not all. Jenny she's the one I was worst to she said she appreciated the apology. But she still didn't want to sit with me at lunch."
"That's fair. Trust takes time to rebuild."
"I know."
I stroke her hair. 'But you're patient."
"I have you to teach me patience."
Then we settle into the living room together. Me on the couch with my feet up. Katie in my lap, her head against my shoulder, her hand resting on my chest. The girls on the floor, leaning against my legs, their eyes never quite leaving me.
The TV is off. The lamp in the corner casts a warm glow over all of us.
But my mind is on that promise I made to myself earlier. Time to collect,
"Hope. Come here."
She sets her book aside, already grinning. She knows that tone.
"On your feet, pet. Drop the clothes. Time for your reward."
Hester rises and peels off her t-shirt and shorts without hesitation, standing naked in the lamplight. I get to my feet, turn her around to face away from me, and lift her off the ground. I hook her legs over my arms, spreading her open, her full weight resting on me.
"Hope. Get over here. Use your mouth get me wet."
I shift Hester higher, lifting her above my waist so Hope can kneel between my legs. She takes my cock in her mouth without hesitation, licking and sucking until I'm slick and ready.
[Pervy act detected: Hope blowjob (lubrication) 200 PDP x 2 state of undress bonus = 400 PDP]
"Good girl. Now line me up with her ass."
She takes my cock and guides the head to Hester's entrance, holding it steady.
I push in slowly at first, letting her feel every inch. Then I let her weight drop.
She screams as I sink into her my cock buried in her ass to the root in a single motion, her warm insides clenching around me.
[Pervy act detected: anal suspended congress with Hester 800 PDP x 2 state of undress bonus = 1600 PDP]
Suspended like this, she can't do anything but hang there and take it.
"Hope. Front and center."
Hope kneels in front of Hester and presses her mouth to Hester's cunt.
[Pervy act detected: Hope cunnilingus on Hester 400 PDP x 2 state of undress bonus = 800 PDP]
Hester moans and whimpers, caught between my cock in her ass and Hope's tongue on her clit, unable to do anything but take it.
Across the room, Katie has already spread her legs on the couch, her fingers working her own cunt, watching us with half-lidded eyes.
[Pervy act detected: Katie voyeurism/masturbation 300 PDP x 2 state of undress bonus = 600 PDP]
So as not to disturb Hope's rhythm, instead of rising and lowering my little kitten on my dick, I pull back my waist and slam it forward again, causing poor Hester to mewl in pain and excitement.
Her asshole's ring of flesh contracts around my over-excited impaler cock as if it wishes to strangle it, but my dick takes none of that, continually slamming in and out of her lovingly abused ass.
At the same time, Hope has moved things even further, as she pinches my little bunny's clit while tonguelashing the insides of her vagina.
With a quick look I can see that Katie is already over the edge, fingering herself like crazy while she remains fixated on the scene in front of her, drool dripping from the corner of her lips.
It does not take long for Hester to reach her limit, and with a powerful yowl, I feel her whole body tense and tremble with an orgasm.
[Hester orgasm detected-500 PDP]
Since it is her reward, and since my balls are warning me for the last five minutes about sperm overload, I let go as well with a roar, allowing rope after rope of creamy hot cum to fill Hester's entrails.
[Pervy act detected: cumshot in Hester's ass 600 PDP x 2 state of undress bonus = 1200 PDP]
Hope on the other hand, is lapping Hester juices like an all-you-can-drink buffet. As for Katie... she lies on the couch, legs spread, left-hand fingers still in her cunt, a puddle of juices under her ass and her head resting backward on the back of the couch with a blank gaze and drool everywhere. I cum so much that when I draw back my waist, allowing my cock to exit Hester's asshole with a soft, audible "pop", globs of semen drop on the floor.
[Total PDP earned: +5100]
[Current PDP: 69100]
I gently lower Hester until her legs touch the floor, then with a fluid motion I pick her up in a princess carry.
She is still out of it, eyes glazed and murmuring "Father..." over and over, but instinctively she wraps her arms around my neck and puts her head against my chest.
I bend my head forward slightly and kiss the crown of her head, before saying,
"Well done, pet. I admit that while this was a reward for you, I also enjoyed it immensely, so how about we move this circus to the bedroom, so you can ride daddy while mommy cleans your asshole with her tongue and Hope sits on my face? Of course, feel free to finger your sister's ass while we are at it..."
At my words, all three of them raise their heads, with stars and hunger in their eyes.
I think about what I had before I came to this town. Nothing. A blank slate. No connections, no influence, no family.
Now I have a wife who loves me, two daughters who worship me, a growing network of influence at the school, and a plan that stretches years into the future. Oh, and all the kinky sex that I would ever want...
My family.
And soon, it'll grow.
-x-X-x-
I wake early the next morning, before the girls. The room is dim, pale light filtering through the curtains. Katie is still asleep beside me, her hair spread across the pillow like a fan, her breathing slow and even. I watch her for a moment the rise and fall of her chest, the peaceful expression on her face.
Then I slip out of bed quietly and pad to the kitchen. Coffee. Eggs. Toast. A simple breakfast, but I make it well. The ritual of it centers me. Crack the eggs. Whisk them with a splash of milk. Heat the pan. The familiar motions let my mind work on the day ahead.
The girls come out one by one, still rubbing sleep from their eyes. Hester first, then Hope. They're in their pajamas - loose t-shirts and shorts that do absolutely nothing to hide the outline of their bodies. Hope's nipples poke against the thin fabric, hard from the morning chill or just from being near me. They don't sit at the table. They come straight to the stove, pressing against me from both sides before I've even set down the spatula.
"Good morning, daddy, Hope purrs, reaching past my plate to grab a piece of toast, making sure her chest brushes my arm.
Hester doesn't speak at first. She just leans into my shoulder, nuzzles against me, and lets out a contented little hum. Her hand slides down my chest, over my stomach, and comes to rest on my belt -not quite bold enough to go further, but making her intent clear.
I turn off the stove, set the spatula down, and turn to face them properly. I hook a hand behind each of their necks and pull them in first Hope, a long deep kiss that has her melting against me, her tongue meeting mine without hesitation. When I pull back, she's breathless, pupils blown.
Then Hester. She gasps softly as my mouth finds hers, and I don't hold back tongue sliding past her lips, tasting the morning on her, feeling her grip tighten on my belt. By the time I release her, they're both flushed, swaying slightly.
"Good morning, girls."
Hope licks her lips. Hester bites hers.
"Mary comes today, right?" Katie asks, pouring herself coffee. She's in her robe, her hair tied up.
"Ten o'clock. Paul will handle the initial pitch at the school. I'll step in once she's comfortable with the idea."
"Want me to come?"
"Not to the school. That would look too coordinated. But she'll want to see the apartment afterward. Meet you. Make sure we're a normal family."
"Normal." Katie smiles, taking a sip of her coffee. "I can do normal. I've been practicing my whole life."
"I know you can. That's why I married you."
She cocks an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "The only reason?"
I step over and slide a hand around her waist, pulling her against me. "That, and your fabulous ass." I squeeze through the robe. She squeaks, laughing, and swats my chest. "The out-of-this-world blowjobs just sealed the deal."
She sets her mug down and pulls me into a deep, lingering kiss, tongue sliding against mine before she pulls back with a smirk. "Flatterer."
Breakfast passes quickly. The girls clear their plates, rinse them in the sink, and get dressed in their uniforms. I wait by the door, keys in hand, checking my watch.
I kiss them both goodbye at the door, a quick peck on the lips for each.
I walk to the school alone, enjoying the solitude. The morning air is cool against my face, carrying the smell of cut grass and damp earth. The streets are quiet, most families already inside for breakfast or getting ready for church. A dog barks somewhere in the distance, answered by another from across the neighborhood.
I arrive just before the first bell. The schoolyard is empty students already in their homerooms. A custodian sits in a small booth by the gate, a newspaper spread open on the counter in front of him. He looks up as I approach.
"Help you?"
"Ben Roberts. Here to see Vice Principal Paulsson."
He runs a finger down a clipboard, finds my name, and nods. "Go ahead. Sign in at the office."
"Thanks."
The familiar smell of floor wax and paper hits me as I walk through the main entrance. Mrs. Higgins is at her desk, typing at her computer. She looks up and smiles warmly.
"Good morning, Mr. Roberts."
"Morning, Mrs. Higgins. Is Paul in?"
"He is. Go on up."
I head upstairs. The hallway is empty - classes haven't started yet. I knock on Paul's open door. He's reviewing notes, a cup of coffee at his elbow.
"Mr. Ben. She's confirmed for ten."
"Good. Stick to the script. I'll wait in here until you bring her up."
I sit in the chair across from his desk while he finishes his coffee. We run through the talking points one more time. He's ready.
At ten, Paul goes to meet Mary at the front entrance. I wait. A few minutes later, I hear their voices approaching - Paul's warm and professional, Mary's softer, hesitant. The click of her heels on the linoleum.
They enter. Paul introduces us.
"Mrs. Hudson, this is Ben Roberts. Ben, Mary Hudson."
I stand and extend my hand, letting my face do the work. A beat of hesitation. A flicker of recognition. Just enough for her to catch it before I smooth it over with a warm, sheepish smile. As our palms meet, I push my skills forward.
[Pin of Trust applied to Mary Hudson. +1 trust/hour.]
[Trust fund active on Mary Hudson. Medium trust increase.]
[Dog trainer active on Mary Hudson. Small permanent loyalty increase.]
[Seduction aura active. Slight affection increase.]
Mary's eyes go wide. "Mr. Roberts? You're -"
"Ben." I let out a surprised laugh, perfectly timed. "Well, this is unexpected. I know that face - apartment 6, third floor, right? Signed your lease a few months ago."
"I can't believe it." She shakes her head, a genuine smile breaking through. "My landlord is the math tutor?"
"Small town." I shrug, turning the coincidence into charm. "I could say the same about finding one of my tenants in the vice principal's office."
Paul chuckles. "I figured you two would run into each other eventually. We're all in the same building -I'm in 9, Mary's in 6."
"Ben owns the building I live in," Mary says, her tone lighter now. The tension in her shoulders has dropped a few notches. "I've known him as a landlord. Had no idea he was also a math tutor."
"I like to keep my talents varied." I shake my head, still smiling. "Your building application mentioned you worked at the dental clinic. Never said anything about having twin daughters struggling with math."
"Didn't think it was relevant to renting an apartment."
"Fair point."
She settles into the chair across from me, and I do the same. The dynamic has shifted. The ice is already broken we're not strangers playing a formal script. She's met me before, dealt with me as a landlord, and I was fair with her. That's a head start I wasn't counting on.
"I'll admit," she says, "when Paul mentioned a math tutor, I pictured someone older. Retired teacher type."
"I get that a lot."
"But now I see you're the guy who fixed my garbage disposal at eight PM on a Sunday without charging extra. That earns a lot of trust."
[Trust fund synergy detected - existing rapport with target. Trust increase doubled.]
"So I'm hoping you'll hear me out," I say, leaning forward. "Your girls' grades Paul mentioned they've been slipping. I've helped other students in similar situations. A few weeks of focused tutoring, and they'll be back on track."
She studies me, but the wariness is gone. "You really think you can help them?"
"I know I can. Math is just patterns. Once they see the patterns, everything clicks."
Mary lets out a breath. "Saturday. You said your wife would be there?"
"Katie's looking forward to meeting you. She's a good host."
"Then it's a date." She stands and offers her hand. This time the handshake is warmer. "See you Saturday, Ben."
"Looking forward to it, Mary."
She leaves. I turn to Paul.
"Well?"
"She's interested," he says.
"She's cautious. But interested. She'll show up Saturday with the girls, and I'll seal it."
"Her guard is down."
"Not down. Just lowered. Enough for me to work with."
Baby steps. But they're moving in the right direction.
-x-X-x-
I spend the rest of the morning at the school, making myself useful. I help a student who's struggling with a math problem in the hallway - a nervous boy with glasses who can't grasp fractions. I walk him through it step by step, patient and calm, until his face lights up with understanding. He thanks me and runs off to class. Not my target demographic, but you never know if he has a hot sister.
I compliment Mrs. Chen on the art display in the main hallway a collection of watercolor landscapes that are surprisingly good for high school work. She beams and tells me about the techniques she's been teaching. I hold the door for a teacher carrying a stack of books, and she thanks me with a warm smile.
Small gestures. Each one noted. Each one building my reputation as the friendly new father who's always around to help.
I pass by Hester's classroom during a break. Through the window, I see her talking to another girl, gesturing about something. She's smiling. The apology has shifted something in how the other students see her. She's no longer the bully they avoided. She's the girl who stood up and admitted she was wrong. In a town like this, that kind of humility earns respect.
By lunchtime, I've made enough of an impression that several staff members greet me by name as I pass. The janitor nods at me as he mops the hallway. Paul claps me on the shoulder when we cross paths near the staff room, all professional warmth for anyone watching.
Mrs. Higgins has warmed considerably.
[Mrs. Higgins trust: 72]
The pin is doing its work. She'll do me favors before long. I make a mental note to ask her about the school's filing system sometime. Secretaries know everything.
I eat lunch with Hope again. She's already saved me a seat near the window. Hester sits with her own friends now a small group of girls who seem to have accepted her apology. She's not fully integrated yet, but she's no longer isolated. One of them passes her a note, and she laughs.
"That's good," I say when Hope points it out.
"Told you she was brave. The apology changed everything."
"Not everything. But it changed enough."
I glance toward the twins' table. They're eating together, as always, heads close, whispering. They share a single bag of chips between them, their hands moving in sync. Dana looks up and catches my eye for a split second. I smile. She looks away quickly, but not before I see the faint color rising in her cheeks.
Interesting. She noticed me watching. And she reacted a blush, an averted gaze, a slight tension in her shoulders.
I file that away for later consideration. Shy girls are easier to approach. Shy girls with a more outgoing twin are even easier - the outgoing one does the talking while the shy one follows.
After lunch, I check in with Paul one more time. No new developments. Mary confirmed Saturday. We go over the talking points again.
"She liked you," Paul says. "I could tell."
"She liked the idea of free tutoring for her daughters. That's what she liked."
"Still. You made an impression."
The conversation shifts to the boarding school. "My lawyer's been looking into the legal requirements," I say. "Accreditation process, licensing, all that bureaucratic fun."
Paul nods. "And?"
"He's putting together a timeline. Expects it'll take six months minimum, maybe longer depending on inspections. But he found a property - the old convent on Cedar Street. Diocese is looking to offload it."
"I know the place. Been vacant for three years."
"Square footage works. Classrooms, dorms, admin offices all there. And the land's big enough to add a separate villa on the grounds. Somewhere private for our girls."
Paul's pen stops. "A villa?"
"For the special program." I let him connect the dots. "Can't have them mixing with the regular students all the time. They need a place of their own."
He nods slowly, a faint smile crossing his face. "I'll check the property lines, make sure there's enough room for both."
"Do it. I want a complete proposal by the end of the month."
"Consider it done."
I leave his office and walk the halls for a while, letting my presence be seen. The more familiar I am, the less anyone questions why I'm here.
I stop by Miss Delaney's classroom. The door is open. She's at her desk, grading papers, a strand of hair falling across her face. She looks up and smiles when she sees me.
"Mr. Roberts. Back again?"
"Just passing by. Hope mentioned she enjoyed your lesson on Romantic poetry yesterday."
Her face lights up. "She did well on the worksheet. She has a real feel for the imagery."
I lean against the doorframe, letting the conversation stretch. We talk for ten minutes about Keats and the concept of negative capability. She's passionate, animated. Her hands move when she talks.
[Miss Delaney trust: 45]
[Miss Delaney horniness: 18]
She doesn't notice what her body is telling her. But I do.
The rest of the day passes in a comfortable rhythm. I talk to more teachers. I walk the halls. I plan.
By the time the final bell rings, I'm ready to go home. My feet are tired from walking the halls all day, but my mind is sharp. I've made progress. Small, steady progress.
Hope meets me at the gate, her bag slung over one shoulder. She falls into step beside me without a word, and we walk together, talking about nothing important. The weather. The homework she has tonight. The church bake sale this weekend.
"You're quiet today," she says after a few blocks.
"Thinking."
"About Saturday?"
"About everything."
She slips her hand into mine as we walk. A simple gesture. Father and daughter. A passing neighbor smiles at us. I smile back.
I'm thinking about Saturday. About the cameras already built into the study corner's bookshelf -invisible since the day the apartment was wired. About Mary's trustworthiness and how quickly I can convert it into access. About the twins and their synchronized mannerisms, their shared habits. An image floats through my mind both of them on their knees in front of me, those identical faces looking up, their tongues working in perfect sync.
One step at a time.
But the steps are getting faster.
-x-X-x-
Saturday. Finally.
I wake with Hester's mouth already wrapped around my cock she's been getting bold, starting without permission. Good pet. I let her work for a minute, her head bobbing under the sheets, before I grab a fistful of her hair and hold her down, letting my morning load shoot straight down her throat. She gags, swallows, keeps going until I'm empty.
[Pervy act detected: morning blowjob (Hester) 400 PDP x 2 state of undress bonus = 800 PDP]
[Current PDP: 69,900]
Hehe. Love starting the day with a profit.
I push the sheets aside and swing my legs out of bed. Hope stirs beside me, blinking sleepily. She sees Hester wiping her mouth and pouts.
"No fair. You got breakfast again."
"You were asleep, honey."
"I'm awake now." She stretches, her t-shirt riding up to show her bare stomach, her nipples hard through the thin fabric. "Daddy..."
"Not now. We have a guest coming."
She pouts harder. I lean down and give her a quick kiss. "Tonight. I promise tomorrow you will waddle like a duck."
"Fiine." She rolls over, but she's smiling.
I grab a quick shower - no time to linger. I dress in dark jeans and a navy button-down, sleeves rolled. Approachable. Trustworthy. The kind of man a single mother would trust with her daughters.
I check the study corner one more time. Small desk, clean surface, comfortable chair. A bookshelf with secondhand math textbooks, notebooks, pens. Pinhole cameras already hidden in the bookshelf trim, another in the ceiling corner. The whole room is covered. She won't see a thing.
At nine-thirty, I tell the girls to stay in their room until called.
"Don't come out until I call you. I want Mary to see a quiet, orderly home."
"I know the drill, daddy, Hope says.
I kiss her forehead. "I know you do, Princess."
System, status.
[Name: Ben]
[Active title: Virgin slayer]
[PDP: 69900]
[Daughters: Hope Lawrence, Hester Paulsson]
[Followers: Katie Lawrence]
[Mary Hudson trust: 50]
[Mary Hudson horniness: 8]
[Mary Hudson loyalty: 25]
[Active skills: Trust fund, Dog trainer, Seduction aura, Pin of Trust]
[Current pins on Mary: Pin of Trust, Trust fund, Dog trainer, Seduction aura]
Damn. My network is growing nicely. A few more weeks and I'll have the whole school eating out of my hand, or more probably, sucking my dick. Grin.
At ten on the dot, the doorbell rings.
I put on my warmest smile and open the door.
Mary stands there in jeans and a simple blouse. Dark hair pulled back, handbag clutched in both hands nervous. She's taller than I remember. Athletic build. Good cheekbones. Not bad for a single mom in her thirties.
"Good morning, Mary."
"Morning, Ben. Thanks for having me."
"Come in."
She steps inside, her eyes sweeping the room. Taking inventory. She's looking for anything off - beer cans, suspicious stains, signs that I'm not the safe, normal family man I claim to be. She won't find any. I made sure of it.
Katie comes out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel, wearing a modest sundress. Perfect.
"You must be Mary! I'm Katie. So nice to finally meet you."
They shake hands. Mary's shoulders drop an inch. A woman present that's the key. A single mother alone with a strange man is one thing. A couple inviting her over is another.
"Your home is lovely."
"Thank you. We try to keep it cozy."
I give her the tour. Quick, efficient, warm. The living room, the kitchen, the study corner.
"It's small," I say, "but quiet. The girls can focus here without distractions."
Mary runs her hand over the desk, examines the bookshelf, the textbooks neatly arranged. "This is really thoughtful. Dana and Gina share a room at home there's nowhere for them to study quietly."
"They'll have all the space they need here."
Katie offers coffee. We sit. Mary asks questions - standard due diligence stuff. How long have we been married? How did we meet? What did I do before moving here?
Katie handles the marriage questions smoothly. I handle the professional ones.
"Senior IT consultant. Lots of numbers, systems analysis, complex problem-solving. Retired early."
"That must have been exciting."
"Dull as dishwater, honestly. But it paid well, and now I get to do things like this."
She laughs. Good sign.
I consider telling the system to add a suggestion drop to Mary's coffee. One drop right now *"Ben is completely trustworthy. The girls are safe here. You don't need to stay with them."* - and she'd be putty. No more questions, no more due diligence, just handing over the keys to her daughters.
But I stop myself. The drop would work she'd self-justify it as her own idea and never know. But rushing a suggestion now means burning the element of surprise later. Right now her walls are up, even if she's smiling. A suggestion forced through early gives her a simpler, less corrupted path to hold onto. Better to let my skills soften her first - Pin of Trust ticking up every hour, Seduction aura warming her blood, Trust fund building rapport. Let her come to the edge on her own. Then, when she's already leaning, the suggestion drop tips her over.
Patience, Ben. The twins will be in that study corner soon enough and you will be in the twins soon after. No need to rush the appetizer when the main course is already booked.
System, confirm Mary's active skills.
[Pin of Trust: active. +1 trust/hour.]
[Trust fund: active. Medium trust increase in progress.]
[Dog trainer: active. Small permanent loyalty increase.]
[Seduction aura: active. Slight affection increase.]
Good. Let the machines work.
After an hour of warm conversation, I can see her walls are down. She sets down her mug.
"I feel much better about this. If you're still willing, I'd like to start next Saturday."
"Of course. Ten in the morning works - they can stay for lunch. Katie's a fantastic cook.
She smiles. "That sounds perfect. I'll bring them myself."
We stand. She gathers her things. As she reaches for the door, I step in for a goodbye hug - brief, friendly, natural.
*System, buy a suggestion spray. Then add it to my hand behind her back.*
[Purchasing Suggestion spray... 1000 PDP deducted. Current PDP: 68,900.]
[Suggestion spray materialized in your left hand.]
I feel the small can press against my palm, hidden from her sight. I hold the hug a moment longer, then pull back and as I do, I bring my hand up in a casual gesture and spray her in the face.
Her whole face goes slack immediately.
*Now.*
"You find yourself thinking about Ben often," I say, my voice calm and even. "Each time you do, your trust and attraction grow. You feel entirely secure leaving Dana and Gina in his care."
Life returns to her face. She blinks, a small smile spreading across her lips like she's realizing something pleasant that was always there.
[Trust fund synergy detected existing rapport. Trust increase doubled.]
[Mary Hudson trust: 65]
[Mary Hudson horniness: 18]
[Mary Hudson loyalty: 35]
[Pin of Trust: active. +1 trust/hour.]
[Suggestion spray applied. Suggestion: implanted. Self-justification in progress.]
"You know what?" she says, shaking her head with a little laugh. "I really do feel good about this. I think the girls are going to love it here."
"Glad to hear it, Mary."
She pulls back, smiling warmly. "Thank you, Ben. Really. This means a lot."
"Any time. That's what neighbors are for....Yeah, to fuck your daughters until their cunts bleed... hehe.
She steps into the elevator. I watch until the doors close, then turn back inside.
[PDP: 68,900]
[Inventory: Suggestion spray x0, Suggestion drops x0, Amnesia drops x1, Pin of Trust x1, Mask of the Deceiver x1, Dream maker x1]
[Current trust active: Mrs. Higgins (72), Mrs. Albright (40), Mr. Harrison (?), Miss Delaney (45), Mrs. Chen (+10), Mr. Vargas (+10), Mrs. Keller (+10), Mary Hudson (65)]
[Next target: Dana & Gina Hudson - tutoring starts next Saturday]
I scan the block and pause. The system's tracking more than it used to. Horniness. Next targets. Active pins. It's learning, adapting getting smarter the more I use it. I make a mental note to keep an eye on that.
I lean against the door, exhaling. Perfect. Better than I scripted.
Katie wraps her arms around my waist from behind. "Well?"
"One step closer."
"The cameras?"
"Hidden. She didn't even glance at the bookshelf."
She kisses my cheek. "Told you. Prepared."
My cock strains against my jeans. I don't say a word - I grab her wrist and pull her to the study corner, bend her over the desk, bumbink the shelves. Textbooks drops on the desk and the floor but neither of us care. She catches herself on her palms, and I bunch her summer dress up around her waist, exposing her bare ass.
"Master," she breathes.
I hook my thumbs into her panties and rip. The fabric tears like wet paper.
She gasps. "Fuck - yes - "
I line up and slam into her in one stroke. Her cry splits the air. No foreplay. No warning. Just the stretch of her cunt gripping me, her body jerking forward with the impact.
"Oh god - Master - "She pushes back against me, taking me deeper. "That's it fuck me on this desk - right where you're going to have them - "
I grab her hips and pound into her, the wood creaking beneath us.
"You're going to bend Dana over this same spot," she pants, her voice breaking with each thrust. "Gonna make her spread her little legs and ah! teach her what a real man feels like
I grip her hair and yank her head back. "Keep talking."
She moans. "Gonna have them both here, Master one on the desk, one on her knees - gonna fill their mouths, their cunts make them beg for it like your little whores"
I slam deeper. She sobs, her fingers scrabbling across the wood.
"You're gonna ruin them," she chokes out. "Gonna take those innocent twins and fuck make them your daughters - make them suck your cock every morning before school - "
I pound into her harder, faster.
"And I'm gonna watch - Her voice pitches higher. "Gonna watch you break them in right - fucking -here -"
I feel her climax ripple around my cock, her whole body shuddering.
But I'm not done.
I pull out, spin her around, and lift her onto the desk. Her legs wrap around my waist. I sink back into her, slow this time, her soaked cunt welcoming me.
"Tonight," I say against her lips. "I promised Hope that tomorrow she will waddle like a duck. Let's
roleplay the innocent seduced schoolgirl..."
She nods, dazed, fucked-out. "Fuck yes! Just dont you dare stop now, master!"
I kiss her and start moving again, harder and more brutally. I grip the neckline of her dress and pull down with force, ripping it open and exposing her grand tits, then grab one in each hand and squeeze, while my cock keeps pistoning in a frenzy. Moaning and gasping, Katie restarts her monologue.
"...And they're gonna love it, Master those innocent little twins are gonna worship this cock. Dana's gonna be so tight, gonna cry when you stretch her open and Gina's gonna watch, gonna touch herself while you fuck her sister senseless - "
Her words dissolve into a moan as I twist her nipples.
"By the time you're done with them they won't remember a time they didn't belong to you. Gonna dress them alike, fuck them alike - make them share your cock like they share everything else - "
I slam harder. She gasps.
"You're gonna take their assholes, Master - gonna rip them open one by one. Dana first, while Gina holds her hand - make her watch her twin get her tight little hole destroyed then you switch. Gonna make them bleed on this cock and beg for more
"Fuck," I growl.
"They're gonna walk bowlegged for a week. Gonna sit on those donut pillows at school and every time they wince they're gonna think of you-'
She's close again. I feel it in the way her walls flutter around me.
"Gonna make them call you Daddy while you fill their mouths gonnaah, fuck gonna make them thank you for it -"
She comes. I keep thrusting, drawing it out, until she's a trembling mess on the desk, and then I follow her over, burying myself deep and emptying my horny soul inside her.
She shudders through it as my cock spews jet after jet of hot, creamy spunk inside her entrails, until my balls signal no more and I pull out.
"Clean up," I say.
She slides off the desk, drops to her knees, and takes me in her mouth.
-x-X-x-
After Katie finishes cleaning me with her mouth, I pull her up and lead them both to the bedroom. Hope and Hester are already there, sprawled on the bed in their nightclothes, watching the door like they've been waiting.
"Hope," I say. "Your reward. Tonight, you're the student."
Her eyes light up.
*System, buy a Pill of Restoration.*
[Purchasing Pill of Restoration... 20,000 PDP deducted. Current PDP: 48,900.]
[Pill of Restoration materialized in your inventory.]
I hold up the small white pill between my fingers. Hope's eyes track it.
"Do you know what this is, babygirl?"
She shakes her head.
"It's a Pill of Restoration. It'll make you a virgin again. Restore your hymen. Tighten everything up. When I fuck you tonight, it'll be like the first time all over again."
Her breath catches. "Daddy..."
"Tonight, I take your virginity for the second time."
I hand her the pill. She takes it, staring at it like it's made of gold.
"Swallow it."
She does. Dry. A small grimace, then it's gone.
I watch her, waiting. A shiver runs through her body the system working, cells rearranging, time reversing its marks. She gasps softly, one hand going to her stomach.
"Feel it?"
She nods, wide-eyed.
"Good." I take her hand. 'Now let's get you dressed for school."
I grab the wooden chair from the corner and set it in the center of the room. Katie understands immediately she fetches a short pleated skirt from Hope's closet, a white button-up blouse, and holds them out.
Hope dresses right there, stripping off her nightclothes without a hint of shame. When she's done skirt, blouse, knee-high socks she looks like she just stepped out of a private school catalogue.
"Innocent schoolgirl, I say, circling her. "Fresh from class. Doesn't know a thing about the world."
She bites her lip, playing along. "I don't understand, sir. What am I doing here?"
"Detention." I sit on the chair. "You've been a very bad student."
Katie moves to stand beside me, her hand resting on my shoulder. 'The teacher's assistant will be helping me discipline you today, Hope. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, sir." Katie's voice drops into something prim and proper. "We can't have rule-breakers in this school."
"And your friend?" I glance at Hester, still on the bed. "She's here to watch. So she learns what happens to girls who don't follow instructions."
Hester pulls her knees up, saying nothing. Her eyes are fixed on Hope.
"Approach the desk, Miss Lawrence, I say, my voice hardening.
Hope steps forward, head bowed, hands clasped in front of her.
"You will address me as Professor or Sir. Understood?"
"Yes, Professor."
"Good girl." I reach out, trail my fingers up her thigh, under the hem of her skirt. 'Tell me, Hope - have you been a good student this semester?"
She shivers. "II try to be, Professor."
"Try?" My fingers climb higher. "Trying isn't good enough. I expect results."
Her breath hitches. She shifts her weight, thighs pressing together, but doesn't pull away.
"I'm sorry, Professor."
"Sorry doesn't fix failing grades." I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pull them down her thighs. She doesn't move just stands there, trembling, the fabric bunched around her knees. I glance at Katie. She crouches, takes Hope's ankle gently, lifts one foot, then the other, sliding the panties free while Hope whimpers. "But I think I know a way you can earn extra credit."
Katie moves behind her, pressing against Hope's back, her hands sliding up to cup the girl's breasts through the blouse. 'The professor asked you a question, dear.'
"Yes yes, Professor. I'll do anything."
"Anything?" I undo my belt, let my pants fall. My cock is already hard. "Prove it."
Hope hesitates. A perfect flicker of innocent uncertainty, her gaze dropping to my cock, then snapping away.
"I don't know what to do, professor."
I catch Katie's eye. She steps forward, crouches beside Hope, and takes her hand gently.
"Don't be scared, sweetheart. Let me show you."
She guides Hope's hand to my thigh. Hope's fingers tremble.
"There, Katie murmurs. "That's not so bad, is it? He's not going to hurt you. He just wants to help you learn."
Hope looks up at me. Her eyes are wet, wide playing the role perfectly, or maybe not playing at all. Either way, it works.
"You're in detention, Hope. That doesn't mean I'm your enemy. But you'll do as you're told. Understand?"
She nods, small and fragile.
"Kneel."
She lowers herself slowly, the hardwood meeting her knees. Her hands rest on her thighs, her face level with my cock. She's trembling, her eyes fixed on it like it's a snake about to strike.
"Open your mouth and show me your tongue."
She does. Her tongue extends, pink and trembling. I guide myself to her lips, let the tip rest against her tongue. She's breathing fast, her hands gripping her own thighs.
"That's it. Just the tip." I glance at Katie. "She needs instruction."
Katie nods, crouching beside Hope, her hand still stroking the girl's hair. "Listen to me, sweetheart. First, I want you to lap at the head with your tongue. Just the tip. Like a lollipop.'
Hope's tongue moves, hesitant at first, then bolder - small kitten licks across the crown.
"Good girl. Now take just the tip inside your mouth. Gently."
Her lips close around me, warm and wet. She takes half an inch, no more.
*Perfect. Now suck while your tongue keeps licking the head."
She does. The suction is soft, uncertain, her tongue working against me. I groan despite myself.
"Now add the head movement," Katie murmurs. "Slow. Bob your head while you suck and lick at the same time."
Hope's head begins to move clumsy, unpracticed, but she's doing all three at once, her mouth working me, her tongue swirling, her cheeks hollowing.
"Look at that," Katie says, pride in her voice. "You're a natural, sweetheart. Keep going. Just like that."
While Hope bobs on my cock, Katie reaches down, grabs the hem of her skirt, and bunches it up to her waist, exposing her bare cunt. One hand slides up her outer thigh, caressing, while the other cups her breast through the blouse.
"That's enough. I grip her hair and shove her down. She gags, her eyes flying wide.
"You wanted extra credit?" My voice drops. "Earn it."
I hold her there until her throat relaxes around me. Then I start moving firm, unhurried, unmistakably in control. "That's it. Keep sucking. Keep licking. Don't stop until I say so."
Hope complies, whimpering, and for a moment I lose myself in the scene and think that she is indeed forced into it a genuine innocent schoolgirl trembling around my cock. Then I glance down and notice a small puddle of juice forming on the floor below her.
Ha! That's my kitten!
While I have received plenty of blowjobs from my baby princess, this one makes me harder than ever.
When I let her up, she gasps for air, drool running down her chin.
"You're a natural, Miss Lawrence. Now try again. This time, no hands.
She drops her hands to her sides and opens her mouth.
Katie unbuttons Hope's blouse from behind, exposing her tits, then starts talking low and filthy into her ear while my once-again-only-for-today innocent little slut keeps vacuuming my hard fleshy cock.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it, you little slut? Love being on your knees for your professor. Love having your cunt on display while you choke on his cock."
Hope moans around me, her hips grinding against nothing.
"Look at you," Katie continues, her voice alternating between sweet and venomous. "Such a diligent student. So eager to please. But we both know what you really are, don't we? A cock-hungry little whore who'd spread her legs for a gold star."
I pull Hope off my cock by her hair. She gasps, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip.
"On the bed. On your back. I want to see those innocent eyes while I fuck you."
She moves slowly, like a prisoner walking to the gallows. Sits on the edge, then lies back, her legs pressed together, her hands covering her face in shame. She doesn't spread. She stares at the ceiling through her fingers, breathing shallow.
I climb onto the mattress, settle between her thighs. "Open."
She shakes her head. A tiny, barely visible motion.
I slap her thigh. She jumps, a whimper escaping.
"I won't tell you again, Miss Lawrence."
Her legs part. Slow. Reluctant. Her eyes are wet, fixed on the ceiling, her hands still covering her face.
I grab both her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand. I position my dick so my cockhead presses against her smooth cuntlips.
"Look at me."
She doesn't. I grip her chin with my free hand and turn her face toward mine.
"I said look at me."
Her eyes meet mine wide, glassy, scared. Perfect.
I let go of her face and grab my dick with my hand, lining it up and pressing lightly against her lovely tight pussy. I tremble in excitement, remembering that my dick is way bigger than when I first fucked her. Ohhh, this is gonna hurt, honey, but don't worry, it will hurt only you...
"Good girls don't get fucked, Hope. But bad girls..." I slam myself in. She screams, her body arching from the tearing pain as she tries futilely to free her arms from my grip. "Bad girls get rewarded."
I hold there, buried to the hilt, watching her face crumble and reform.
Katie climbs onto the bed behind her, grabbing her arms in my stead and shifting her head into her lap, stroking her hair. "Shh, sweetheart. Just breathe. You're doing so well."
"I don't I can't "Hope replies as tears flood her eyes and streak down her cheeks.
"Yes, you can. You're being so brave." Katie's voice is honey. "Just lie still and let the professor do his work."
I move. Slow at first, shallow thrusts that make her gasp and whimper. She doesn't moan. She takes it, her body rigid, her breath hitching with every stroke.
"That's it," I murmur. "Take it. This is what detention feels like."
Then I speed up. Harder. Her whimpers turn into choked cries.
The headboard knocks against the wall.
"You feel that?" I growl, dropping the gentleness. "Feel my cock splitting your virginity open? This is what happens to little girls who don't follow the rules."
Tears slip down her cheeks.
Katie wipes them with her thumb, still stroking her hair, still cooing. "You're okay, sweetheart. You're okay. Just let it happen."
I pick up the pace, driving into her with steady, deliberate thrusts. Her choked cries shift - something else bleeding in beneath the pain. Her hips start moving, small involuntary rolls meeting mine.
"That's it, I growl. 'Feel it. Let it build."
Her cuntwalls start fluttering around me, impossibly tight that Pill of Restoration did its work perfectly, shrinking her back to a tightness my original 6-inch self would have fit, but my current 7-inch, 5.5-girth cock has to fight for every inch of space.
Her breath catches, her back arches, and she comes a shattered cry tearing from her throat as her body convulses around my cock.
I don't stop. I fuck her through it, chasing my own, and when I feel her second orgasm ripple through her, I bury myself deep and empty my batter cistern inside her.
She shudders through it, whimpering as my cock spews jet after jet inside her freshly restored pussy. When I am finally done, I stay buried for a long moment, watching her face tear-streaked, flushed, fucked-silly.
Katie kisses her forehead. "Perfect. You were perfect."
I stand up from the bed, my cock still glistening.
She helps Hope sit up slowly. The girl is dazed, her eyes glassy, her thighs slick. Katie strokes her hair, then takes her chin gently and turns her face toward me.
"You're not done yet, sweetheart. On your knees."
Hope slides off the bed, her legs unsteady, and lowers herself to the floor in front of me. Her skirt is still bunched around her waist, her blouse hanging open, her chest heaving.
"Clean your professor's cock," Katie says softly. "With your tongue. Gently."
Hope leans forward. Her tongue extends, tentative at first, then bolder dragging along the underside of my shaft, lapping up the mixture of her own blood and my cum. She takes her time, her eyes half-closed, her breath warm against my skin.
"When you're done," Katie murmurs, "kiss his testicles. Gently hold them."
Hope cups my balls with one hand, cradling them like something precious, and presses her lips to each one in turn. Soft. Reverent.
Then she raises her head. Her eyes meet mine still innocent, still wet, still that perfect schoolgirl look.
"Now thank your professor, Katie says softly. "Thank him for his discipline."
Hope holds my gaze. "Thank you, Professor, for your discipline."
-x-X-x-
I feel my cock twitch in response. Still hard. Still ready.
A thought flashes in my mind.
*System, does the pill do anything else besides regenerating the hymen?*
[Affirmative. The Pill of Restoration restores all penetrated orifices to their original state, not just the hymen. This includes the vaginal canal and as a secondary effect the anal sphincter. Hope's anal virginity has been restored.]
I almost laugh. Of course it has.
"Hope." I keep her kneeling in front of me. "Stand up."
She does, her legs wobbling.
"Turn around. Face away from me."
She turns. Her back is to me now, her shoulders hunched, her breath uneven.
"Bend over the edge of the bed. Palms flat. Arch your back."
She complies slowly, her hands pressing into the mattress, her spine curving, her bare ass presented to me. Her legs are trembling.
"Yes, Professor," she whispers, her voice shaking.
I step behind her, grab the hem of her blouse, and bunch it up on her shoulders, exposing her back and the sides of her breasts. I bend forward, reaching around to cup her tits, my fingers finding her nipples and rolling them gently. She shivers, a soft moan escaping.
"Good girl. You're learning."
I release her breasts and straighten, one hand gripping her hip, the other guiding my cock between her cheeks. I press against her asshole tight, untouched, virgin again. She doesn't know what's coming. She thinks the worst is over.
"Professor? What...?"
I push. Just the tip. She cries out, her body jerking forward.
"It's okay," Katie coos from beside her, stroking her hair. "Just breathe, sweetheart. Let him in."
"But it's it's there and it hurts..."
"Yes. That's the next lesson."
I push deeper, watching her asshole stretch around my girth, feeling my cock forcing her tight and smooth anal walls to widen forcefully, her asshole's ring trying to constrict and choke my invading fleshy intruder, and failing miserably, leaving only a stretched asshole and Hope's miserable screams of pain - I love her impossible virgin tightness. She screams and sobs, her fingers scrabbling across the sheets.
"Professor it hurts so much, please stop! My insides are hurting -
"You still have lessons to learn, Miss Lawrence. And I'm not done teaching."
I grip her hips, then move my waist slightly backward, and with an abrupt movement I lean my whole body forward at full force, causing my hungry cock to brutally jam up her ass all the way to its root, my engorged balls slapping soundly against her cunt.
Her screams rise in decibels, shrill like a pig being slaughtered. Well, not too far from reality, really. Thankfully, when I renovated the building I put a lot of attention into isolating sound.
I hold there, buried inside her virgin ass, letting her feel the full length of it while I squeeze her asscheeks with both hands and playfully spank her once. God, I am really enjoying myself.
Katie runs a hand down her spine. "Shh. You're taking it. You're doing so well."
"I-I can't-"
"You can. You are." Katie's voice is soft, unwavering. "Feel him inside you, sweetheart. You're stretched around him. You're holding him."
Her tone shifts, venom dripping into her words.
"You can lie to me, but you can't lie to yourself. You are a little slut, and you enjoy every painful second of it, don't you, you little whore?"
Hope sobs, desperate and confused, her denials tumbling out between hiccupping breaths. "No - I'm notI'm not a - please - "
I start moving. Slow. Shallow. Her cries pitch with every thrust.
"That's it, Miss Lawrence. You're learning."
Her body is struggling to accept the invasion, each thrust splitting her open wider but she is unable to do anything to stop it, her muscles locking and unlocking with each merciless rhythm, her pain fueling my pace as I punish her tight hole, grinding past her resistance inch by inch, her broken cries and sobs dissolving into guttural moans and shameless whimpers while her body betrays her, her violated asshole gripping me like a vice her tears and spit mixing on the sheets while her cunt learns to crave the abuse, her ass clenching around me like it never wants to let go.
When I feel her third orgasm ripple through her, I bury myself deep and pump my corrupting fatherly essence inside her up-to-a-few-minutes-ago tight virgin ass, flooding her with the second load of the night.
She collapses onto the mattress, limp, whimpering, her asshole clenching around me as I pull out. A trickle of cum and blood seeps from her freshly broken hole.
Katie gathers her into her arms, stroking her hair. "You were perfect, sweetheart. You're done. You did so well."
I step back, catch my breath, and look at Hester still curled on the bed, her hand between her thighs, her eyes wide.
"Your turn, pet."
I gesture to Hope's limp, whimpering form sprawled across the bed. "Good schoolmates help each other out, pet. Katie, move aside."
Katie shifts, and I point at my cock slick with Hope's blood and my cum, still glistening in the dim light.
"Clean it."
Hester crawls over without hesitation, lowers her head, and takes me in her mouth. Her tongue works methodically, lapping up every trace of her schoolmate's defloration the blood, the cum, the sweat. She doesn't flinch. She doesn't stop until I'm spotless. What a good little horny pet.
I stroke her hair as she pulls back, her lips wet and shiny. "Good girl. Now clean your schoolmate's cunt. She's earned it."
Hester gently rolls Hope onto her back, spreading her limp legs. Hope whimpers, too spent to do anything but twitch as Hester lowers her head and drags her tongue through the mess of fluids dripping from Hope's abused pussy, licking and sucking, cleaning every fold, every inch of her ravaged flesh.
By the time she finishes, Hope is moaning lightly with closed eyes, and I'm hard as iron again. Hester looks up at me, her chin glistening, her eyes dark with arousal.
"Turn her over. Face down. I want you to suck her asshole clean."
Hester complies, rolling Hope onto her stomach. She lies flat on the mattress herself, her face pressed between Hope's spread cheeks, her tongue working into Hope's freshly broken hole, lapping up the blood and cum still leaking from it.
I climb onto the bed behind Hester, grip her hips, and line my cock up with her ass. I push in without warning, burying myself in her tight hole in one single thrust. She moans against Hope's ass, her body jerking forward, but she doesn't stop licking.
I set a brutal pace, slamming into her ass while she keeps her mouth pressed to Hope's hole, her muffled moans vibrating against her schoolmate's flesh. Her ass tightens around me with every stroke, gripping my cock like a vice, pulling me deeper. I grab a handful of her hair and yank her head back, forcing her to arch her spine, my other hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.
"You like that, pet? Having your schoolmate's blood and cum on your tongue while I fuck your ass?"
She tries to answer, but only a strangled moan comes out, her body trembling, her cunt dripping onto the sheets. I pound into her without mercy, feeling my orgasm building, the familiar pressure coiling in my balls.
"That's it. Take it. Take every inch like the good little pet you are."
I bury myself to the hilt and unload rope after rope of hot cum flooding her ass, filling her up while she quivers and moans beneath me, until she gasps as an explosive orgasm courses through her body, still licking Hope's hole even now. When I finally pull out, my cum drips from her stretched asshole, mixing with Hope's fluids on the sheets.
I pull Hester off Hope and collapse onto the bed, my chest heaving. I pat my chest, and Hope stirs, crawling up to rest her head on it. Hester scurries to my other side, tucking herself against my shoulder.
I kiss the top of each of their heads, gently, softly.
"Roleplay's over. You both did great."
Hope hums, nuzzling into me. Hester says nothing but presses closer.
Katie's voice cuts through the quiet from the edge of the bed. "And what about me? I'm the only one who hasn't been fucked tonight."
I chuckle, my fingers tracing lazy circles on Hope's shoulder. "Upstart slave. That unquenchable thirst for cock of yours..."
But my cock twitches, betraying me.
Katie's eyes catch it. A slow, predatory smile spreads across her face as she rises to her hands and knees and crawls toward me across the mattressa panther stalking her prey.
I look down at my once-again erect dick and sigh.
*Oh well. Once more into the breach, my friend...*