A Teacher's Mistake Ch. 02

This is part two to a series about teacher who succumbs to the seduction of a couple of his students. Please feel free to read part one for context and to get the complete story.

I categorized the first chapter in the Erotic Couplings section, but as the story progresses it is better suited in the taboo section where it now resides. That said, the taboo theme will be a slower burn so you will have to be patient with that aspect of it. All characters are over the age of 18. Please feel free to comment, reach out or provide feedback. I always love to hear from my readers! Enjoy!

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Ch. 02

Mike did not sleep. Not in the way of tossing and turning, dozing in and out, getting an unsatisfactory amount of rest. In the way of him laying in the bed he shared with his wife, eyes open, staring at the ceiling as the hours rolled past him, wide awake.

What have you done, he asked himself over and over. What the Hell have you done?

The answer to that was simple. He had fucked one of his students. After 25 years of being a perfect male teacher, never being inappropriate, fending off the odd school girl crush, he had finally crossed a line he had despised others for crossing.

Ella. Sweet, smart, reserved Ella. His star pupil in his advanced creative writing class. The girl with the natural talent for crafting stories. A natural talent also, it turned out, for sucking cock and seducing teachers.

He ran through what had led him to this place. Ella writing the play that he chose to put on with the Drama club, the meetings with her in the Drama room. The way she began to dress more provocatively around him, the touches on his arm, the sitting closer, the way she had seemed to welcome his eyes lingering on her longer and longer.

Building up to the night before. The sleepover. His daughter inviting her friends over, including Ella. Ella sneaking into his office. Offering her mouth to him. Offering her virginity to him. Offering herself completely to him.

And Mike being weak. Losing his struggle. Giving in. Fucking her mouth. Tossing her on the leather couch in his office, fucking her. Taking her.

What the hell had he done?!

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Ella was in a daze as she made her way out of Mr. Nicholson's office and into the bathroom. She shut the door behind her and locked it, moving to stand in front of the mirror, regarding herself.

Did she look different, she wondered as she turned her face, trying to glimpse an outward manifestation of how she felt. Because she felt different. Oh so different.

After he had finished (taken her, used her, cum in her, claimed her) Ella had laid there on his couch, naked, feeling some of his cum leaking out of her, her head on his chest. She had closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of him on the side of her cheek, his arms around her, making her feel safe and special. It had been a moment of peace and heaven.

He had told her she had to go, and she knew he was correct. She could not stay there all night, or the girls downstairs would notice her absence, so she had pulled her panties back on, her nightshirt with the cartoon cat over her head. She had kissed him again, this time sweet and gentle, not lustful and needy like before and quietly slipped out.

Now she was looking in the mirror. Her auburn hair was mussed, which she ran her fingers through to bring back under control, remembering his fingers there, holding as she sucked his cock. Her cheeks were flushed, with maybe a bit of rawness from where his beard had rubbed on her skin.

She looked the same, she decided. She was not. Not by a mile. Everything had changed, but no one would know to look at her. So she quickly washed her face, and went back downstairs, to rejoin the group.

The movie was still playing. How was that possible, she wondered. It had felt like she had been gone for hours. Mia was still awake, as was June, but Lisa and Bridget had fallen asleep.

Ella grabbed her blanket and sat down beside her best friend, Mia, and leaned against her, as she so often did. As always, Mia wrapped her arms around Ella and they cuddled. Mia had washed off her goth makeup and looked so much like the girl Ella had known her entire life.

"Where were you," Mia whispered into Ella's ear, so quiet that only the two of them could hear.

"I'll tell you tomorrow," Ella whispered back.

Mia had been part of the plan to get Mr. Nicholson to fuck Ella from the start, with a side plan of getting Mia laid by him too. Ella looked up at her friend and Mia's eyes widened with sudden understanding.

"You didn't," she whispered. "Did you?"

Ella just shook her head and nodded meaningfully at June, Mr. Nicholson's daughter.

Mia grinned a wide, happy grin and squeezed her friend tight. Ella knew it was all her friend could do to hold in a happy squeal.

"Fuck," Mia said. "I can't wait to hear about it."

Ella let herself drift then, happy and content and watched the end of the movie. She could still feel him between her legs. Still feel his lips on her, his hands on her flesh. Her cunt was sore, it had been her first time, afterall, but a dull, not that unpleasant feeling. It felt empty too, as if it had been remade, perfect to fit his cock, and it was incomplete without him inside her.

She glanced over at June after a bit, realising that her slightly older friend was looking at her. Ella smiled at her, thinking, I just fucked your dad. How crazy is that? June's face was distant, somber. But she smiled eventually and announced that she was going to go to sleep.

Ella drifted off as well, happy. Spent.

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June got more sleep than her father but not by much. Her mind did not stop reeling since the moment she saw her father fucking her friend.

June had always been a daddy's girl. She loved her mother, of course, but it was her father who had always been her rock. Had always shown her complete acceptance and respect. When she faced a decision she always asked herself, what would dad want me to do? When she felt scared she imagined he was with her, his strong hand on her back, between her shoulder blades. Giving strength, support, but also allowing her to lead the way.

Seeing him with her friend... That made her suddenly view him differently. She knew she should be viewing him as a creep. A dirty old man. Some kind of predator, using a young girl, cheating on her mother.

But... instead she found herself remembering the sight of his bare back, the way his muscles moved under his skin as he thrust into the girl below him. The glimpse of his cock disappearing into Ella. The way his face changed to almost animalistic as he approached his climax.

June was far from a virgin, having lost that title in grade ten to a boy named Jyler. A stupid name for a stupid kid who had come seconds after he had clumsily entered her. She had had much better experiences since, and enjoyed sex, but nothing compared to what she had seen her father do to the girl.

To June's own shame, she rubbed herself to a quick climax under her blanket before Ella returned. She was quiet and the other girls in the room were either asleep or too engrossed in the movie to notice.

After Ella returned, clearly freshly fucked to June's knowing eyes, June found herself staring at her. She thought she should be feeling disgust. This girl fucked her Dad. Or anger. Ella had gotten her dad to cheat on her mother. Or pity. Her dad had taken advantage of her.

June felt none of these. Instead she felt... jealous? Half an hour before, if anyone had suggested to June that her father was in any way a sexual being, June would have scoffed. And been grossed out. But now... June wondered how Ella had done it? How had she convinced her dad to fuck her? And, if she was being honest, what it was like? What would it feel like if he had fucked her instead?

June was 20. Two years older than Ella. She was in college. She should be feeling superior. The worldly one with the wisdom to share with the younger girls. But suddenly she felt like she was the child and Ella had things to teach her.

June's mind wandered again to the scene. Her father grunting, Ella moaning. June's hand, hidden by the blanket pushed back between her thighs, under her panties and felt how wet she was. Slick.

She began to rub the tips of her fingers against her clit, then curling them into herself, filling herself. How much more full would she feel if it was her father's cock? How much more complete would she feel?

Her fingers sped, chasing a second climax, and within a minute she was biting her lip, squeezing her eyes shut, muffling another orgasm. Finally she drifted off, wondering where she went from here? What was she supposed to do.

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The dawn came and Mike was still not asleep. With his wife in New York that weekend, the bed was empty, and it felt even more so, knowing that Ella was downstairs. Finally, after he could see the light coming in the windows he gave up on sleep and got out of bed, wearing sweatpants, a white teeshirt, and threw on a robe.

He quietly descended the stairs, careful not to wake anyone at this early hour, and went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. He thought maybe he would go for an early run. Burn off some of this energy. He always thought better on a run, anyway. Perhaps he would find a way out of the predicament he was in.

Mike knew that he had to stop this. Nip it in the bud... Well. He was probably past that point. The bud was probably some time before fucking one of his students in his own house. But to let it progress any further risked not only his career and reputation, but his marriage. His entire life.

He tried to forget how good it had felt to finally fuck Ella after weeks of lusting after her. If he remembered how perfect it felt to have her tight young cunt accepting his cock, how could he stop. His manhood twitched at the memory.

Mike poured himself a cup of coffee and added milk and sugar, picked up his ipad and sat on a stool at the kitchen island. He opened his news app, idly remembering how not that long ago he would be reading a physical newspaper, not just looking at a screen.

He had drank half his cup, and scanned the sports section when he sensed someone enter the kitchen with him. He turned, suddenly terrified that it was Ella. He was suddenly not ready to face her. He wondered if he would ever be ready for that again. But it was not her.

It was her 'Twin', Mia. It was laughable they were called twins, being so very different physically Ella had auburn hair, a trim body, and large, c-cup breasts. Mia's hair was dyed black, was shorter, but fuller figured. Large breasts, ample hips, and a rounder face. They were only called twins because they shared a birthday and were always together.

"Good morning, Mr. Nicholson," Mia said, smiling at him.

Usually Mia wore expertly done, but elaborate goth makeup to match her black, lace, corseted outfits. This morning however she was wearing a long sleeping tshirt that was solid black and stopped high on her thighs, like a miniskirt, tall black and white striped socks that stopped a few inches below the hem of her sleep shirt, revealing a stripe of bare, pale flesh.

As she moved into the room, the movements of her large breasts under the black shirt made if very clear to Mike that Mia was not wearing a bra. He was suddenly reminded of something Ella had said the night before.

As he had been fucking her Ella had mentioned that Mia wanted this as well, and that Ella wanted to help make it happen. That she wanted to watch it happen. Mike would not have believed it, but as things have transpired, he supposed it was true. He was suddenly uncomfortable, aware that he was starting to get hard.

"Morning, Mia," he said, trying to hide his inner turmoil. "You are up early."

The girl shrugged, causing an eye catching movement under her shirt, Mike suddenly aware of the peaks of hard nipples, the shifting of flesh. He swallowed past a lump in his throat.

"Oh, couldn't sleep," she said. "Any chance of a cup of coffee?"

"Of course," Mike said, careful to keep his eyes locked on hers, not wandering her young body. "Help yourself."

"Um," she said with her usual slight edge of sarcasm and irony. "I don't live here. I don't know where the cups are?"

"Oh, of course. Let me get you one." Mike stood and walked around to the other side of the island and pulled a mug out of the cupboard, putting it down on the white marble countertop. He turned to reach for the pot of coffee and froze. Mia was suddenly standing very close.

The girl took the momentary pause as an opportunity to step even closer, her chest now pressed against his, her green eyes looking up into Mike's blue ones. Mike could feel her nipples, pebble hard, even through the two layers of their respective shirts.

"Mia," Mike stammered. "What... What are you doing?"

"I know," Mia said, smirking slightly. "I know, Mr. Nicholson. I know everything."

"I don't know what you think you know but let me tell you..." Mike started, madly trying to come up with a lie, and excuse, anything to tell this young girl.

"You don't understand," Mia said, still smiling. "I know and I don't care. Or I do care, but only because I'm happy. Because I love Ella. And because..." she placed her hand on top of his and began to lift it. "Because I want the same thing you have given her."

Mike's eyes widened. It was one thing to hear it from Ella, but to have this girl seemingly offer herself to him, here in his home, in his kitchen, was another. He was in shock and let Mia lift his hand upwards in hers, until it was even with her face.

Mia opened her mouth, Mike noticing a string of saliva connecting the top and bottom plump lips as they parted. She sucked his thumb into her mouth and suckled on it, a tugging sensation on his skin. Mike immediately thought about his cock in that mouth.

"Mia," Mike said, thinking his next words would be to tell her to stop but that was the moment she gripped his cock in her small hand, squeezing it through the material of his sweatpants. He groaned instead.

Mike had already been hardening but now he was fully erect, filling her hand as she began to move it, stroking the length. Mike's fee hand, as if with a mind of its own raised and cupped one of Mia's large breasts, squeezing, feeling the nub of her nipple against his palm. Mia moaned around the thumb she was sucking.

"Oh this is nice," a girl's voice said and Mike's head whirled around, guilt on his face, and his eyes met Ella's. She looked as lovely and sexy as the night before. She was smiling widely.

"I thought I'd find you here, Mia," Ella said, crossing the kitchen to stand beside her friend. Ella was slightly taller, and she wrapped one arm around her friend, the other around Mike and hugged them both.

Mia released Mike's thumb from her mouth and smiled at her friend.

"You had all the fun last night, you slut," Mia teased. "I wanted to at least see what you got to have."

"And feel," Ella said, laughing. "But you should see too."

Ella reached down and slid her hand into the front of Mike's sweats, gripping the shaft of his cock, pulling it out the waistband of his sweats. It was thick, the purple head still half hooded by the foreskin, poking up at an angle.

"Wow," Mia said, a bit breathless. "You took all of this?" Her hand joined Ella's gripping him and together they began to stroke Mike's cock. He groaned at the sensation, knowing that this was the thing of wet dreams. Two young woman jerking him off.

"Girls," he said, trying to make his voice stern, attempting to take control of the situation, but doing nothing physically to stop them.

"Shhh," Mia said. "It's ok, Mr. Nicholson."

Ella went on her tip toes and kissed Mike, and he could not help but meet her lips, his tongue darting out to swirl against hers.

"I gotta suck it," Mia said, voice full of lust.

"Mmmm," Ella said, against Mike's lips. "Yes. I wanna see."

Mia broke her grip on Mike, stepping a half step back and prepared to kneel in front of him when the three of them heard a noise in the hallway. They all froze then the girls stepped back away from him. Mike did not have time to shove his cock back into his sweats so he just closed his robe, covering his throbbing cock, quickly tying the cloth band around his hips, securing the garment.

June walked into the kitchen and ran her eyes over the scene. Mike knew his face was red with shame and embarrassment, but was pretty sure June had not seen anything.

"Morning, honey," he said to his daughter. "Just getting your friends some coffee."

June paused a moment longer, surveying the three of them before smiling.

"Morning Daddy," she said and began to cross the room towards them. Mia and Ella took that moment to step further away from Mike, pouring themselves cups of coffee. June stepped up to her father and wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

Mike was painfully aware of the fact that there was only a thin robe between his daughter and his bare cock which was as hard as it had ever been, thanks to the other two girls. Mike tried to step back, but was against the counter so had no escape from June.

She hugged him tight, pressing her body against his and put her head on his chest.

"Thanks for letting my friends stay last night, Daddy," she said. Mike had no choice but to raise his own arms and wrap them around her, hugging her against him. His cock was aimed upwards due to the waistband of his sweats, so it didn't exactly poke her, but he was very aware of how the length of it was sandwiched between their bodies. If June felt it she made no indication.

"No... No problem, honey," he stammered.

Finally June broke the hug and kissed her father on his cheek, just at the corner of his mouth. How long had it been since she had kissed him, he wondered. A few years?

June turned to her friends.

"C'mon, bitches," she said laughing. "I want something greasy. Get dressed. We are going to The Diner!"

Mia and Ella smiled widely at that and after a last look at Mike, wishing they could have finished their time together, spun and hurried downstairs to get dressed.

Mike leaned back against the counter and let out a deep sigh.

I am in so much trouble, he thought. What the hell have I done?

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There were many diners in the city but there was only one the girls called The Diner. That was Phil's Diner, about five blocks from the highschool. It was 24 hours, served mediocre coffee and greasy food, but it was the place the drama kids always hung out, and had for years.

The Drama Club had an unofficial booth near the back of the diner, complete with the large table and curved bench seating covered in worn and cracked burgundy leatherette. It could seat up to ten people if they crammed in, so it easy fit the five young girls.

In the past June would hold forth at these gatherings. As the one who was popular and pretty enough to transcend her high school popularity out of the drama club into the student body as a whole, she was the natural leader, with all eyes usually on her.

That morning, however, she was subdued.

She had seen her father with Mia and Ella that morning, standing shocked and silent in the door of the kitchen. Seeing him kiss Ella while the two girls were clearly handing his cock. June already knew, of course about her father and Ella, but Mia too?

She was a bit shocked, but what was more shocking was that in the light of the morning she still couldn't bring herself to be angry. Instead her feeling of jealousy and being left out deepened.

It had been clear that things between her father and the girls was about to progress. June was tempted to let it. To watch them, but she knew that was reckless. What if Lisa or Bridget woke up? If her father wasn't going to be careful June realized she had to protect him.

She had stepped back in the hall, kicked the wall to make a noise and then entered, seeing the girls break away and her father try and straighten himself up.

Hit with a devilish impulse, June crossed the room to prevent her father from getting any further in his arranging of his cock and hugged him.

It felt good to hug her father, better than it had in a long time. Nothing had changed but everything had. His arms around her felt powerful. Protective. Like they could pick her up and toss her around. Oh how she wanted him to do that. Her sex was slick by then, and she knew that if he bent her over the counter she would only spread her legs to allow him access.

Instead they hugged and she could feel his hard cock between them. She couldn't be sure how big it was but it felt good to have it pressed against her stomach. She wondered what it would look like in her hand. How it would fill her mouth. Fill her cunt?

Now, at the diner, she could almost still feel it. The length against her. She knew she wanted more. Needed more. She just needed to figure out how.

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The breakfast had been fun for Ella. She had spent so many days completely focused on her and Mia's plans for Mr, Nicholson that she had not really been having much teen fun. It was nice to sit around the table with a gaggle of overly dramatic theater nerds and laugh.

Eventually they broke up the party and all headed off in different directions, Ella and Mia heading to Mia's house. They had lots to talk about but instinctively knew that it would be best to have that discussion in the safe space that was Mia's bedroom.

The two girls changed when the arrived, into comfortable leggings and tee shirts, stripping off their bras. Ella's shirt was white with the name of an athletics wear company across the chest, Mia's was an over sized tee with some goth band on it.

"Tell me every single fucking detail," Mia demanded once they had made cups of coffee, and settled onto her messy bed.

So Ella did. About how she had approached him, speaking confidently but utterly terrified he would turn her away. About how his resolve broke like a dam, releasing his pent up desire and lust. About how he ate her out and made her cum. About how it felt to finally take him, his cock the first one to penetrate her, the pain, the ecstasy of it all.

All throughout Ella watched her friend, who listened, rapt. It was turning Ella on to tell the story, the warm feeling building low in her stomach, spreading through her sex, her nipples hardening. She could see similar reactions in her friend.

Mia's cheeks were getting redder, Ella could see her nipples form tents under her shirt. She even saw that Mia was lightly rubbing her thighs together.

Ella smiled to herself. Happy that her story was having this effect on her best friend. In fact, between the retelling and the sight of her best friend aroused, Ella was dripping wet.

"I can't wait for my turn," Mia said, breathlessly. "Just touching his cock, having his hand on me.... Ugh! I need it now!"

Ella had never told Mia but she had always been attracted to her. Not just as her favorite person in the world, but sexually. Ella knew that Mia would not care that she was bisexual, but Ella had always been afraid that if she verbalized the thoughts she had, it would change things.

But things were changing regardless, weren't they. After the night before nothing was going to be the same. Not between her and Mr, Nicholson, and not between her and Mia.

Ella felt braver now. More sure of herself, somehow. More willing to risk for what she wanted.

"You will have your turn," she promised her friend. "We will make it happen. I can't wait either. I can still feel him. Here."

Ella slid her hand down her body and into her leggings, feeling her swollen clit, her slit slick with her wetness. She gasped quietly and pressed, feeling heat radiate into her body from the sensitive button.

"Ella," Mia said with a gaps, shocked by her friend, in a way she had never been shocked by her before. They both knew each other masterbated, but it had always been a private thing, not deeply discussed and not done openly in front of one another.

"It's ok, Mia," Ella said as she began to rub herself. "I don't mind you seeing."

Mia watched for a moment as her best friend began to pleasure herself.

"Fuck it," she announced suddenly. "I'm too horny and you are making it worse!"

The young goth girl grabbed the waistband of her leggings and panties and shoved them down and Ella saw her friend's pussy for the first time.

Mia shaved, and so her mound was bare, and obviously already wet. It glistened in the low light of the bedroom. Ella licked her lips and eagerly watched Mia begin to rub herself as well.

Not to be outdone, Ella pulled off her own leggings and the two girls began to play with themselves, laying on their backs, shoulders touching.

Ella was fascinated that Mia's technique was different than her own. Ella would usually press against her clit and circle it, while her friend rubbed up and down, much more vigorously than she did herself.

She saw that Mia was watching her as well, and it excited her, making her spread her plump pussy lips revealing her pink insides to her friend.

They did not speak, just watched each other play, their breathing heavy, small moans and yips escaping their lips. They seemed to be in sync with this as they were in all other things. Chasing their climaxes at roughly the same rate.

Ella was gasping as she came closer and closer to her orgasm and Mia was reacting much the same way.

"I love you," Ella said, the truest thing she had ever said. It meant more than just this act of shared pleasure. It meant everything. How their lives were entwined. How they cared for one another. How they just fit with one another.

Mia seemed to understand completely.

"I love you too," she said, breath hitching.

Mia reached out her hand and grasped Ella's free one, squeezing as she came. Ella returned the squeeze and moaned as her climax hit bucking her hips against her hand.

"Oh fuck," Mia moaned. "Oh fuck, Ella!"

"Mia!"

The two girls lost their words then as they shared the moment. Then gasping as they came back to themselves. Finally reaching out and hugging one another tight, their bare legs entwining.

"We should have been doing that together for years," Mia said.

"Right. Fuck. Well we can now," Ella said, pressing her face into Mia's shoulder. She was crying. Not sad. Happy. So fucking happy.

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Mike went for a run that afternoon. Well. First he jerked off, cumming violently across his torso laying in his bed, thinking about the two girls. Then he ran.

He often ran long distances on the weekend but that day he pushed himself, running for several hours, just shutting his mind down and putting miles under his feet. He was partly successful.

He made the miles but he was never quite able to blank his mind. He could not stop thinking about the night before, and that morning. He had been reckless. He had been stupid. He had crossed a line.. Multiple lines, he had promised himself he would never cross.

Mike was being forced to look at himself in a new light. Until very recently his self image was that of a professional teacher, a family man, a devoted husband. Obviously none of those applied.

Of course he was just as good a teacher as he had always been, but he was way outside the realm of professional. He still loved his family. He even still loved his wife, despite his betrayal of her. He knew that as a fact. He knew he should admit to her what he had done but he also knew it would destroy her. Hurt her so deeply. He did not want to do that.

He could, maybe, just maybe, end this all now. Call it off with Ella and Mia. Maybe take a sabbatical or sick leave, or even retire. They had enough savings that it was feasible. He could really dig into his writing, maybe even get a novel published. That could save him from all of this.

But... did he want to? He had to really ask himself this question. The fact was he felt more alive at the moment than he had in years. The girls seemed to really want him and that felt good. Better than good. Great.

Over the past few years he had started to really feel his age. Not so much physically, as he kept active and in shape, but mentally. He could feel himself acting more and more like a middle aged man. Feeling weary. Weary from work, from life.

Suddenly, however, he felt amazing. Powerful. Virile. He felt like, basking in the light of some young women's attention he could take on anything. Even this run. He felt like he could go on and on, the light was beautiful, the air clean and wonderful.

No. If he was honest, he did not want to stop this thing now. Not until he saw it a bit further down the line. Experienced more of it. He had to be careful. Not just for himself. For the girls too. He could easily hurt them, he knew. Or if he was careless let them hurt their futures or reputations. He did not want that.

That did leave one troubling thing. June had almost caught them this morning, and honestly, he was not sure what to think about that hug afterward. It seemed unlikely she did not feel his rock hard cock between them, but she didn't pull away. What was that about? And the look she gave him before she left with the girls. It seemed knowing. What did she know?

There was something playing in the corner of Mike's mind. Something he was, as yet, not willing to admit to himself. He liked hugging his daughter while hard. It had been... sexy. Hot. It made him even harder. Mike was not ready to confront that concept yet. He pushed it down, and these thoughts, at least, stayed buried.

Finally, he returned home. It was later in the afternoon, most of his Sunday gone. He knew he had some marking to do, after he showered and made himself some supper. As he jogged into the driveway, coated in sweat, catching his breath, he noticed June's car was still in the driveway.

He walked in the front door and called her name.

"Daddy," she cried happily, coming to meet him by the door. "You're back! I thought we might miss you. We're just about to drive back up to school."

Mike furrowed his brow. When did June start to call him Daddy again? He had been 'Dad' for such a long time. His mind flashed to Ella calling him Daddy as he fucked her and felt a wave of desire which he pushed away.

June came up to him and hugged him tight again, pressing her body against his, her face into his neck.

"Careful," he said. "I'm pretty sweaty. I probably stink."

"I like the way you smell, Daddy," June said but moved back a few inches keeping her hands light on his hips. "Thanks for letting my friends stay last night. Next weekend let's have some time together, just me and you though, OK?"

"Of course," Mike said. It had been quite a while since June had requested to spend time with him. She was popular and busy, and had little time for her father. It made Mike smile to think about it.

June and her friend gathered their things and June kissed her father goodbye, another thing Mike did not remember happening for some time before that morning, then left for the drive back up to college, leaving Mike alone in the house.

He showered, made himself an omelette and marked papers until late that evening. A few times he stopped to open his phone and found Ella and Mia on instagram, thankful that they had not set themselves to private, and looked at them, remembering the night before. The morning after. Imagining the times to come.

He thought about calling Ella. He had her number, like he did for all his drama club students. But what would he say? He had no idea. He was a grown man and she might be 18 and wise for her age, but still a high school student. He supposed she could call him. She had his number as well.

Wait? Kid's didn't call anymore, did they? Just texted, he thought. He groaned. He was not a good texter. June told him his use of punctuation in texts made him sound severe, angry. He did not know those abbreviations kids used. And Emojis? God help him.

Finally he went to bed, falling deep after not sleeping the night before. He had nodreams and woke up to his alarm. Knowing he had to go back to work. Back to school. To face Ella and Mia once more. He shuddered at the thought.

What the hell had he done?

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Mike had a sense of dread all morning the next day. While he drank his morning coffee, while he drove to the school, while he taught his morning classes. It felt like there were rocks in his stomach, slowly churning and grinding against one another. He had Advanced Creative Writing that afternoon, and he dreaded it. It was the class Ella was in and sharing any kind of space with her was enough to make him shiver.

The class finally came and he took a deep breath. There she was. The beautiful young 18 year old. The girl he had fucked. She looked unfairly good.

She had on some light makeup, and was wearing a skirt, not too short, but showing off her legs. She had on a button-up blouse with the top couple buttons undone, showing some cleavage.

For most girls at the school this was pretty standard attire, but for Ella it was a far departure from her usual baggy sweatshirts and leggings. And of course he knew exactly what was under that clothing.

They made eye contact as she entered the room and Ella smiled widely. Mike couldn't help but smile back but quickly looked away, nodding hello to other students.

He had a lecture about story structure planned for that day and launched into it almost immediately. Doing his job, seeing the class taking notes, allowed Mike to acquire some sort of equilibrium, allowed him to keep his focus from his lover who was sitting in the front row, eye locked on him.

After about half an hour he had delivered his information and it was time to allow the class to work on assignments. Sometimes they had questions and would call him over but this day they seemed to be able to work on their own, allowing Mike to sit at his desk and work on some future lessons.

Not that he was able to concentrate. Ella saw to that.

Her seat in the front row was directly in front of Mike and if he raised his eyes he would find hers, staring at him, a slight smile playing on her pretty lips. Mike could not help but glance down under the level of her desk, where he could see the flesh of her legs under her skirt.

Ella noticed this and very slowly, carefully and discretely began to pull the fabric of her skirt up. None of her classmates could see what she was doing, hidden under the desk but Mike had the perfect view.

When she was sure she had his attention, she slowly began to spread her legs and Mike had to swallow past a lump in his throat. He could now see her pussy, the fine line of hair above it, the pink flesh of her plump lips. She was not wearing any panties under that skirt.

He was instantly hard as a rock, his cock straining against the faded blue denim of his jeans. It was all he could do to keep his hand away from himself. He wanted to jerk his cock, spray his cum. Grab the girl and fuck her across his desk while the whole class watched.

He saw Ella smirk a bit then close her legs and start on the assignment. He sighed and started his own work, but still his cock raged in his jeans, demanding release.

As the bell rang Mike called out some last instructions to the class that was gathering up their books and preparing to leave.

"Ella," he said. "Can you hang back a minute? I have a question about your play."

Ella smiled to herself and nodded, waiting for the last of the students to leave before walking up to his desk.

+++++

Ella felt wonderful. She felt like everything was right with the world. She had the lover she had wanted for so long, Mr. Nicholson. She had shared such a wonderful moment with her best friend the night before and suspected they would have many more, likely escalating, which she could not wait for.

After she knew they were alone, she crossed to Mr Nicholson's desk, which he remained seated behind. She quickly popped two more buttons on her blouse, knowing that he liked to look at her tits, and then leaned forward, placing her hands on the surface of his desk, allowing the blouse to fall further open.

She had actually practiced this that morning, with Mia as the test subject, figuring out just how far to lean forward to let it fall open. How many buttons she had to undo. She really wanted to drive Mr, Nicholson crazy.

Exactly as she hoped, Mr. Nicholson's eyes dropped from hers to look down her top, gazing at the slopes of pale skin to her bra.

It was a new one that she had bought in the hopes that he would see it. It was red and the cups were sheer. Her nipples, which were now aroused peaks, visible through the fabric. She glowed as his eyes widened and she saw him gulp slightly.

"You had a question, Mr. Nicholson?" Ella asked. She had considered putting on a sultry voice and had even practiced this as well with Mia but the two of them agreed that it sounded silly and forced. Still, she couldn't help but have a bit of lustful husk to her voice.

"Jesus, Ella," Mr. Nicholson said, finally breaking eye contact with her tits. "You can't do this."

"Can't do what?" She asked playfully, shaking her shoulders a bit, making her tits sway slightly. "What can't I do?"

"You can't tease me during class," he said, an edge of frustration and anger to his voice. Still. His eyes dropped to her tits again.

"What did I do," she continued teasing.

"Damn it, Ella," he said harshly and Ella blinked. Had she pushed him too hard? She only wanted to have fun.

"What if someone called me over to help them," he demanded. "What would it look like if I was walking around the classroom with a hard on?"

Ella licked her lips. He had a point, she supposed, but that wasn't really what caught her attention.

"Were you hard for me, Mr. Nicholson," she asked. "Are you hard now?"

"Damn it," he said. "Of course I was. How could I not be with you showing off like that?"

Ella slicked her lips.

"Show me," she demanded.

He blinked. Looked at her.

"Show me how hard you are for me."

Mike hesitated and Ella was worried that he would keep scolding her. Instead he grunted and pushed his chair back from his desk so that she could look down into his lap.

He was clearly, visibly hard. She could see the line of his cock through the fabric of his jeans, the length of it, the rounded bulge where the head was.

That was in me the other day, she thought and felt a shiver at the core of her at the thought. In my mouth. In my pussy.

Ella had never felt so sexy. So much like a woman. She had done that to him. He was the adult. The teacher. The person of authority. And little old her had made him lose control of his body. To swell and to grow. For her.

"I want it," she whispered. "I want it so bad."

Mr. Nicholson was forced to nod agreement. There was little he wanted more at that moment than to use his cock on this girl. Only the last thin thread of self control kept him back. Ella could see this, and could see that if she continued to push she would likely be able to make him break. To take her.

She felt a sense of immense power. The idea that she could push a grown man to the point of risking his entire life and career... that power was a it intoxicating.

But she saw his point. She couldn't be that reckless. They had something, she knew. Something special. But it would only take the smallest mistake to cause it to all fly apart, to explode it like a grenade tossed into their lives.

"Ok," she said. "Fine. I'll be more careful. But," she continued. "I promised you I wouldn't wear any panties around you. In case you ever wanted..."

He groaned.

"Of course I want..." he shook his head. "We have to go now. We both have classes to get to. Let's just be careful."

Ella nodded.

"And I'll see you in the drama room tomorrow night?" She asked.

He nodded.

"Of course," he said.

Ella smiled. Happy. He didn't say he wouldn't come. He hadn't called it all off. He was going to continue this. She couldn't wait to tell Mia.

She spun, making her skirt swirl up, giving him a view of her bare round ass before running lightly out of the room.

+++++

That night June sent a text that read - You around? Come over - to a boy she knew named Steve.

Steve was nice enough. She had met him a month or so prior at a party and they had hit it off. He wasn't boyfriend material, and was a bit dull, but he was pretty to look at and had a decent cock and was not a bad sex partner.

June did not need him for his conversation that night. She had been unbearably horny since Saturday night and now that it was Monday she was practically climbing the walls.

All she needed, she decided, was a good fuck so she could get this, whatever the hell it was, out of her system. She tried to work on a paper for a while but could not concentrate, so wound up scrolling her phone instead, until finally she received a text that told her Steve was there.

The dorm room June shared with Lisa was not gigantic. It had a central area with two desks, a small couch. They had sleeping alcoves to either side that did not have doors, but instead they had strung sheets over the openings to provide themselves privacy.

Lisa and June had an agreement in regards to having people over. They had decided that asking one another to leave every time they were going to have sex was silly, so they descritely ignored the sounds that occasionally came from the other's sleeping spot. June was not sure how Lisa handled it, but she would just put in headphones and watch videos.

Steve knocked on her door and June let him in, pulling him directly to her and kissing him. He seemed a bit surprised at this lack of chat or build up, but predictably he quickly reciprocated, his tongue pushing into her mouth, hands running up her body.

"C'mon," June said, taking his hand and leading him to her bed. Steve seemed pleased about the speed of things. His face eager, his grin wide.

"Hey," he said. "Hi. How are you doing?"

June grunted and shoved his shoulders pushing him so that his ass fell back on the bed.

"I'm great," she said as she began to pull her teeshirt over her head, tossing it aside and reaching behind her to undo her bra. "Get naked."

Steve needed no further encouragement and began to shed his clothes. June paused her own disrobing to regard him. She had always thought of hims as 'pretty', and the assessment still stood. He had a good jaw, smoothly shaven. His eyes were a light brown, his hair, a bit shaggy, was also chesnut. His shoulders were broad, but he was lithe more than built. No fat on him, no gut, but not a lot of muscle either. He had a small, almost laughable tuft of hair between his pecs.

He pulled off his pants and boxer briefs and June saw his cock once more. He shaved his pubes and balls, and while she had liked the look in the past, suddenly she felt it made him look... young. He was already hard, his dick relatively long, maybe six inches, but looking kind of thin to June at that moment.

She finished stripping down and climbed into bed with Steve, and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. She almost sighed. She wanted to shout, Just Fuck me already! She held her tongue, however, not wanting to frighten the poor boy.

Boy. That was a bit of a problem. She was thinking about him as a boy, despite him being two years older than her age of twenty. She wished she could think about him as a MAN, but her mind was not letting her. Damn. She wished she had a man with her right now.

"Come on, Steve," she said. "Fuck me."

"Ok," he said. "Just give me a minute."

He reached down to his jeans on the floor and fumbled in his pocket, pulling out a condom wrapper. June sighed. It was smart. She was on the pill, but who knows how many other girls Steve was fucking. June preferred the feeling of fucking raw, but she definitely did not want to catch some STD.

Steve rolled the condom over his cock and climbed back on top of her. He kissed her as the head of cock nudged around her pussy. June finally reached between them, gripped him, and guided him into her pussy that had been wet all day.

Feeling him sink into her was some relief, June found. The familiar feeling of her body accepting him, the sensation emanating up her stomach, and through her loins.

Steve began to thrust, slowly. Looking into her eyes, pulling back then pushing forward. June almost sighed again. This careful, slow fucking was not what she needed.

She gripped his ass with her hands and tried to haul him deeper. Faster.

"C'mon, Steve," she said. "Fuck me. Really fuck me."

She could not help but think of watching her father. The way he had driven into Ella. The relentlessness of his fucking. The raw, wild intimacy of it. What Steve was doing was not that.

But he did speed up. He thrusted faster and harder. Maybe not enough, but June began to rise to meet him, chasing a feeling of satisfaction that she was not quite reaching.

Finally the forbidden thought came to her.

I bet if my dad was fucking me it would be better.

It was a shameful thought, a wrong one. One that should disgust her. Instead she finally began to get into it. In her mind, Steve's clean shaven face was replaced with her father's bearded one. The cock that was fucking her became her father's. It might be wrong but it was so, so hot.

She was finally able to just sense her climax, just so close, if she only held onto the fantasy for a few moments more...

Steve suddenly froze, body tensing and letting out a moan that sounded to June's ears as slightly weak. She felt his cock lurch inside her, but the condom robbed her of the satisfying feeling of cum flooding into her.

Steve grunted and gave a few more half thrusts then rolled off of her, grinning. She felt the sudden emptiness of his cock slipping out of her cunt and she groaned. She had been so close.

Steve rolled and lay his arm over her and nuzzled her neck.

"Thanks, babe," he said. "That was great."

This was not June's first unsatisfactory fuck. Truth be told, though she liked sex, sadly most encounters did not quite get her where she wanted to be. Normally she did the thing that most girls did. She told her partner it was wonderful. That she had enjoyed herself. Cum. All to protect the fragile ego of the young men she had been with.

She did not have that in her today.

"Yeah," she said, giving him a half smile. "Thanks. Um, I actually have some homework I need to finish. Do you mind heading out?"

Steve looked confused.

"You don't want me to stay?" He asked. "I don't mind."

"No, Steve," June said. "I don't."

His brow crunched up, suddenly offended.

"Was it not good for you," he demanded.

This was, June knew, he cue to sooth him. To tell him how wonderful he was.

"Fuck Steve," she said instead. "It was fine. Next time a girl tells you to fuck her though? Maybe do that. Not just lurch around on top of her."

Steve's voice suddenly sounded like a child's to her.

"Oh, c'mon," he said. "It was good. I could feel you moaning under me. Don't be a bitch. Give me a few minutes and maybe suck me for a bit and I can go again."

"Just get out, Steve," June said.

"Fuck you, bitch," he snarled, suddenly becoming the brat that June was now suspecting was his true personality, rather than the easy going nice guy he had showed her in the past.

"You are lucky I fuck you," he snarled. "Fat fucking pig."

June had to laugh at that. She was aware of how hot she was. It was now clear that she had been doing him the favor, not the other way around.

"Get the fuck out," she shouted.

Steve began to gather his clothes, standing up. He was about to turn and yell at June again when the curtain that cordoned off June's bed flew open.

Lisa, the short Korean girl who was June's roommate and friend stood there and when Steve turned to see what was happening she punched him in the face. It surprised him more than hurt him, but he staggered back.

"Don't you talk to her like that," Lisa shrieked.

June stood and shoved on his back and her and her friend violently shoved and smacked him until he was out of the room.

The two of them stood there looking at the closed door they had pushed him through, breathing heavily for a moment before looking at one another. They began to laugh and June pulled Lisa into a tight hug.

"Thank you," she said.

"He's an asshole," Lisa said and smiled at her. "Are you ok?"

"I'm good," June said. "I think I'll turn in though."

"Ok. I'm here to talk if you need," Lisa said before going back to her side of the room.

June climbed back into bed. Feeling good about getting rid of Steve, but ultimately still unsatisfied. She allows her mind to return to the images of her father fucking her and rubbed herself to completion finally. Then she fell asleep, wondering if it was possible to make this dream a reality.

+++++

Mike did things Tuesday, he knew, but for the life of him he could not think about what they were. He must have eaten. Worked. Taught classes. All of the normal things. But he could not remember much before that moment he was sitting at a bar, not too far from school, nursing an old fashioned.

He looked at his watch again. 6:30. It was almost time to go back to school. To the drama room. To Ella. And Mia. He was nervous and stressed. His stomach was a knot twisted and churning. He was already half hard thinking about what might happen.

He told a deep drink and placed some bills on the bar to cover his tab and stood up to leave, accidentally bumping his shoulder into a person who had walked up beside him.

"I'm sorry," he began to apologise, suddenly realizing he knew this person. "Ms. Simco?"

The woman beside him smiled. It was Patsy Simco, the music teacher at the high school. She had just started this year, landing her first full time gig, teaching music classes, leading the band, and, most pertinent to Mike, composing and with some students, performing the music for the plays he put on with the drama club.

"Hello," she said. "What are you doing here?"

Mike almost panicked. Was she suspicious? Did she know that he was planning on going to the school and maybe fucking a student? Of course not. He almost always went straight home, but he knew the younger or older alcoholic teachers often came to this bar for drinks after work.

"Oh," he said. "Just have a quick drink before Drama practice. How about you, Ms. Simco?"

She laughed and placed her hand on his arm, looking into his eyes. She was very attractive, he suddenly realised. Of course he had noticed before. She was young for a teacher. Maybe 24. She wore long dresses and chunky cardigans over them to schools probably to fend off the leering eyes of the young boys in her classes, but they were not able to hide a full, curvy and frankly alluring figure.

She had thick brown hair that fell to just below her jawline in large, lazy curls, and large dark rimmed glasses through which hazel eyes peered up at him. She had on light makeup and her lips were a shade somewhere between red and brown. This close he could see dusting of freckles across her nose and, if he glanced lower, her collarbone and the tops of her breasts.

"Oh, it was Nicole's birthday," she said, gesturing across the bar to a small group of teacher he recognized. "We came for a couple of drinks. Do I have to call you Mr. Nicholson at a bar, or can I call you Mike? You can call me Patsy."

He smiled.

"Of course. Patsy," he said. "Having fun?"

She shrugged.

"It's ok," she said. "Might be better if you joined us?"

Mike was suddenly aware of how close she was standing. Of the hand that was still resting on his arm. The way she was looking at him.

She's attracted to me, he suddenly realised. He had never noticed before, despite spending some time with her this past school year.

Is this new, he wondered. Or was he just seeing it now because, because of Ella and Mia, he was seeing the world differently? How many women had been interested in him over the years and he had not noticed?

"Actually have to get back to school now," he said, actually regretful. It would have been nice to spend time with her. "Maybe another time?"

She pouted a bit and it made him want to kiss her lips.

"That's too bad," she said. "How's your wife? What's her name again?"

"Paula," Mike answered. "She's good. She has a big contract right now in New York, so she's out of town a fair bit these days."

Why had he told her that? It did make her smile though.

"That's got be a bit rough. Lonely?" she asked.

"It can be," Mike replied. "But I keep busy. Work. Reading. Watching old movies."

"That all sounds pretty nice. But also lonely. You know,"

She said as if just thinking about it, "if you ever need some company, to have a drink or coffee with and chat, let me know. Here. Give me your number."

She pulled her phone out of the small purse she had over her shoulder and typed in Mike's phone number as he rattled it off.

"There," she said and his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that she had texted him one of those smiley face emojis, the one that was winking and kissing. "That's me. Ok. Have a good evening. I should be getting back."

He slipped his phone into his pocket and watched her walk away. Idly he wondered what exactly was under that dress she was wearing. Then he shook his head, finished putting on his jacket and headed back to school. To Mia and Ella.

+++++

Ella and Mia were already in the Drama room when he entered. Mia was sitting on the table and Ella was standing beside her. The both looked up at him and smiled as he walked through the door. He kicked aside the sandbag that was holding the door open and the heavy thing swung shut behind him with a loud clunk.

Ella was wearing the same thing as earlier. A button up blouse and the short skirt. Mike remembered that she was bare assed below it and licked his lips.

Mia was wearing an artfully deconstructed/ reconstructed band tee shirt, all slashes and safety pins. She was also wearing a short pleated skirt, this one black, and acid green fishnet stockings that dug a bit into the flesh of her thighs, making triangle mounds.

Ella almost ran to Mike, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss her. Her tongue pushing into his mouth. Her soft lips against his. He couldn't help but pull her against him and return the kiss.

Then he pushed her away.

"Jesus," he said. "This is crazy. What if someone opens the door and comes in?" The risk he was taking was suddenly very much looming over him.

"It's fine," Mia said, a sardonic smile on her lips. She was wearing her goth makeup, black lipstick, heavily shadowed eyes, long fake lashes. "I told Mr. Peters," this was the principle of the school, "that Keven Jonnasen still had a copy of the keys so he had the locks changed. It's only us with the keys now. And Mr. Church. And you know he isn't coming in here."

This was probably true. Mr. Church was the school custodian and he was notoriously lazy. He only cleaned the halls and classrooms where he knew Mr. Peters would go, having to be begged to clean the drama room in the past.

"That's..." Mike said slowly. "That's good thinking, Mia."

She smiled, enjoying his praise.

"So," Ella said, still in his arms, "no one is going to interrupt us. We have this place all to ourselves."

"Fuck," Mike said to himself, looking down at the girl in his arms. "Fuck..."

Heading into the school that evening he had thought that maybe he had some kind of reserve of decency in him. Some part of him would be able to override his urges and needs and allow him to be strong enough to resist these two 18 year old girls.

He had been lying to himself.

He kissed Ella again, this time the aggressor, his hands running up her front over her breasts, feeling the way her nipples strained against the fabric of her shirt and bra. The heft of them, the supple way they gave under his fingers, the firmness of the young flesh. He squeezed the hard nub he encountered and she moaned into his mouth.

His other hand pushed under her skirt, cupping her full ass and squeezing as he pulled her against him, his already hard cock squeezed between their bodies.

She broke the kiss after a few moments.

"Don't forget Mia," she said and Mike looked over at the other girl who was looking at him longingly, biting her plump lower lip between very white teeth.

Mike held Ella's hand as he crossed to where Mia sat on the table and cupped her cheeks in the palms of his hand and kissed her. She responded hungrily. Breathing heavily as they made out.

Again his hands explored a young body. This one was softer that Ella's. The breasts larger. The hips thicker. He loved the way it felt as her flesh dimpled under his fingers. They way she grunted as he played with her nipples. Her legs were spread and he was between them. His cock, still trapped by his jeans and underwear, pressed again her sex and he could feel the heat of it as she ground against him.

Finally he broke the kiss and found Ella beside him. He looked back and forth between the two and grinned.

"I'm the luckiest fucking man in the world," he said.

"Damn right you are," Mia said and dripped off of the table. She dropped to her knees in front of him and looked up. "Can I suck you, Mr. Nicholson?"

In answer, Mike popped the zipper of his jeans and pulled down the zipper. Before he could reach in, however, Ella's smaller hand pushed into his underwear and gripped the shaft of his cock.

She pulled it out while Mike pushed his pants down to his ankles. He loved the sight of his cock in her hand, the heavy purple vein running across the top of it, purple head half out of the sheathe of foreskin. The tip with a glisten or pre-cum just an inch from Mia's lips.

"Say please, Mia," Ella demanded.

"Please can I suck your cock, Mr. Nicholson?"

"Yes," he answered, his voice husky with lust. "Yes you can, Mia."

Mia opened her mouth and moved forward as Ella tugged him into it. Ella kept her grip and began to stroke as Mia began to suck. It was an amazing sensation.

Mia pushed herself forward until her lips met Ella's stroking fist, then pulled back, sucking hard.

"Fuuuuuuuck," Mike groaned.

Mia bobbed a bit then Ella pulled her hand off his shaft and moved it to the back of her friend's head, pushing on the black hair.

"Deeper, slut," Ella demanded. "He likes it when you take him deep."

Mike was mildly shocked to hear Ella talk like this, though she had told him while he fucked her that she wanted to be a slut. His slut. It looked like she wanted Mia to be his slut too.

Mia took him deeper each time her face bobbed forward. Mike could see smears of black lipstick along his cock from her mouth. Ella had Mia's hair in a fist and was directing her.

Mike couldn't help but thrust his hips and soon felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat.

"Deeper," Ella demanded, pulling on Mike's hips with one hand and shoving Mia's head forward with the other. Mike felt himself push into her throat and felt it work around the head. She was not quite gagging.

"She's been practicing," Ella told Mike. "Is she doing a good job?"

"Yes," Mike rasped as he thrust into the sweet sucking mouth. "Very good."

"Hear that, Mia," Ella demanded. "Mr. Nicholson says you are a good slut. You should thank him!"

"Ahhhng aouuuu," Mia garbled out with a mouth full of her teacher's cock.

Ella dropped beside her friend and pulled Mia's mouth off of Mike and he came free with a popping sound.

"Share," Ella demanded. She pulled Mike into her own mouth and began to suck greedily.

Mia watched, eyes wide. Her eye makeup had began to run down her cheeks from her eyes watering. Her lipstick was smudged and her hair messy from Ella's grip. Somehow it was all even more alluring than her perfect makeup.

"Touch yourself while you watch," Mike suddenly demanded and Mia obeyed. She pulled her skirt up so that Mike could see that, just like Ella, Mia was not wearing panties. Her plump pussy was bared and Mike watched her fingers began to dig in the slit, rubbing her own clit.

Mike thrust into Ella's mouth for a bit longer then back into Mia's. Back and forth. Mia's lips and tongue found his shaft and balls as he fucked Ella's face and vice versa. Their lips met, both wrapped around the sides of his shaft as he thrust between them.

He could feel himself getting close and pulled back, out of Mia's mouth.

"What," she asked. "Was I doing something wrong?"

"No," Ella said, speaking for Mike. "He just wants to fuck you." She looked up at Mike. "Don't you?"

"Yes," Mike said. "I very much want to."

Ella pulled Mia to standing and Mike gripped the young goth's ass, lifting her and placing her on the edge of the table. Ella grabbed the bottom of Mia's torn shirt and pulled it off of her revealing her chest, large and heaving with heavy breathing. A lovely red blush had formed across her collarbone and upper slopes of her breasts. Ella quickly undid the clasp at the back of Mia's black bra and her breasts were finally free. Mike took them in, smooth white skin and rosy little nipples. He groaned with lust.

He stepped forward, between the girl's legs feeling her soft milky thighs on the outsides of his hip. He kissed her again and she sighed into his mouth.

"Can I..." Ella asked shyly, "can I put you in her?"

Mike turned and looked into Ella's eyes. Her face was flushed and the eyes that gazed back at him were filled with reverence, and lust, and submission. Mike knew that whatever he wanted from her, at that moment, she would give it to him.

"Yes, Ella," he said. "You are a good girl. You may put me in her."

Ella reached between Mike and Mia, gripping his shaft in her small hand. She tugged back, pushing the purple head of his cock out of its foreskin sheathe and pushed it between the shaved lips of Mia's pussy.

Mike could feel the heat of her sex, the slick feeling of the sensitive skin of his head rubbing against the velvet soft skin of her inner folds. Mia moaned and her hips bucked at the touch. Ella began to slide Mike's cock up and down through the channel of her pussy lips, rubbing it firmly against her clit.

"Oh fuck," Mia moaned. "So goooooood..."

"Just wait until he fucks you with it," Ella told her friend.

"Then do it," Mia gasped. "Fuck me!"

Mike was about to thrust into her but Ella held him tightly in her grasp.

"Not yet," Ella said, her voice a husky whisper. "Make her beg. Make her call you Daddy."

Mike smiled. He loved seeing this side of Ella. Her buttoned up, shy self abandoned. She was sexy and confident.

"Did you hear her," he asked Mia, as Ella continued to rub his cock against her clit, making her moan and writhe. "Do what she says, Mia. Beg for it."

Mia groaned and bucked her hips, desperately mashing her cunt against Mikes cock, not able to get him inside her.

"Fuuuuuck," she moaned. "Please! Pleeeeeeeeease! Fuck me, Daddy! Please! Fuck me like a slut! Fuck me, Daddy!"

"Good girl," Ella said, quickly lining the head of his cock with Mia's wet opening, pushing on Mike's ass.

He needed no further invitation. He shoved forward and sank into the 18 year old girl beneath him. She was so wet and ready for him he felt little resistance despite her cunt being deliciously tight. It was almost hot as she accepted him, as he drove into her until his hips met hers.

Mike groaned with pleasure and his fingers sank into the soft skin of her thighs making light indentations around them.

"Oh fuck," Mia cried out. "Oh shit, oh fuck, oh...."

Her hips began to buck against Mikes as she began to cum, her orgasm making her cunt spasm around his thick shaft, as if her body was attempting to milk his cum out of him.

Mike held himself there, deep inside her, looking down into her face as she screwed it up, biting her lip and panting and groaning.

Ella's small hand darted between them, fingers quickly finding Mia's clit and beginning to rub, causing more gasps and strangled swear words.

Mike couldn't hold back any longer and he began to thrust into the girl under him as she came from his cock and her friends rubbing fingers.

Mike was grunting each time he drove forward, pulling back then forward again, the wet sound of his cock slamming into her filling the room again and again.

"Oh fuck.... Again?" Mia gasped as her body crested a peak once more and she came for the second, third, she had no idea how many, times.

Mike turned his head to look at Ella, and she was smiling widely, a look of triumph and lust in her eyes. She lurched towards him and kissed him, the hand bit rubbing her friend cupping the back of his head pulling his face to hers. Their tongues met and swirled, as he grunted then moaned into her hungry mouth.

"That's so good, Daddy," Ella said. "Fuck her good. Fuck your little slut so good."

Mike suddenly gripped Ella's hair and pushed her face down to press against Mia's soft stomach. Her cheek rested on the slight stubble of Mia's shaved bush, her nose touching Mike's trimmed pubic hair when he thrust forward.

He pulled his cock out of the girl, making Mia moan with disappointment, and pressed the head of his cock, slick with a mix of his pre-cum and Mia's pussy juices against Ella's lips.

Ella knew what to do. She opened her mouth and sucked his cock deep, pushing it against the opening of her throat, her cheeks sinking in with the suction.

Mike thrust two, three times into Ella's hot mouth before pulling out and driving it back into her best friend.

"How did she taste, baby," he asked, voice rough with lust.

"Perfect, daddy," Ella replied.

Mike continued to fuck Mia, seeing her beautiful soft body writhe beneath him, as she approached yet another climax. Ella scooted up and lay herself along her friend on the table, wrapping her arms around her, looking up at Mike, smiling with contentment.

Mike couldn't hold on much longer, the tight cunt if Mia seeming to grip at his cock, her body begging for him to cum in her.

"Almost," Mike grunted. "Fuck... almost... fuck..."

"Do it, daddy," Ella encouraged him. "Fill her up. Mia," she demanded, "beg for it. Beg for daddy's cum!"

"Fuuuuuck," Mia moaned. "Please, Daddy! Please cum in me. Please! I'm your slut! Fuck me! Fill me!"

It was enough. It was too much. Mike cried out as he slammed himself forward, teeth gritted as he released. It was as if his cock erupted, heavy spurts of hot cum flooding the girl beneath him. He continued to pump his cock into her, groaning, as he used her body to milk him.

Ella giggled and kissed Mia's face. Calling her a good girl over and over again. Mia released a shuddering pent up breath and turned and kissed Mia deeply.

"Thank you," she told her friend. "Oh wow. That was... wow."

Ella kissed her back then looked up at Mike.

"Don't thank me," she said. "Thank him."

Mia looked up at Mike, who's cock was still twitching out the last feeble spurts of his his climax into her.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said and smiled sweetly up at him.

Mike chuckled, in disbelief. She was thanking him? For one of the best experiences of his life?

"You are welcome," he said, finally having caught his breath.

Mike let himself slide out of Mia and sat down heavily on one of the chairs, looking at his two girls laying side by side on the table, arms wrapped around one another. He could see a trickle of his cum leaking out of Mia, he legs still splayed open.

Ella's hand slipped between Mia's legs and she ran her fingers between her friend's plump pussy lips, causing her to whimper. Ella idly played with the milky cum and pussy juice mixture, smearing it between her fingers before bringing them to her mouth and sucking them clean.

She sighed happily, then went back for more, scooping it up and bringing it to Mia's lips where she sucked them clean, greedily.

"See how good you taste? It's even better when it's mixed with him," Ella whispered in her friend's ear. Mia nodded while sucking the fingers.

Mike finally had control of his breathing and his cock was beginning to deflate, though watching this scene was almost enough to make him hard once more. He shook his head, not quite understanding how it had come to this. How he had gotten so fucking lucky.

"I guess we had better get going," he said with real regret. He would love to stay here and fuck the two of them all night but that would be pushing the risks too far.

The girls pouted but Mia, at least, was spent. Ella would have like to fuck Mike herself but she had plans for Mia later that night. She wanted to eat her friend's pussy. Suck out any cum that was still in there. And she would make sure Mia made her cum at least twice. It was, Ella thought, the least her friend could do.

They began to gather their clothes and Mike kissed both of them deeply, Mia first, then an even longer kiss for Ella, before they left. The girls went first, and Mike followed shortly after. They all knew this would happen again. Often, so they did not worry about making plans for the future.

Mike went to his car and set there for a moment before starting it, marveling at what had just happened. He was just about to turn over the ignition when his phone pinged.

He grabbed it, hoping it was one of the girls, slightly concerned it was his wife. It was none of these.

Hi Daddy, the text from his daughter said. - I'm looking forward to this weekend. Let's have some real fun daddy/daughter time.

Mike smiled, thinking how nice it would be to hang out with June, not understanding what had been going on with her lately.

He would learn soon enough.

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To be continued....