“Keep fucking me, Muffin! Please! Fuck me while I eat your sister!” And then she buried her face in Ava’s crotch and got to work.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I started fucking her with vigor now, my balls slapping against Ava’s forehead only increased my lust, but for Mia and Ava it must have been even more stimulating than for me. The way I was positioned behind Mia caused my dick to scrape over her G-spot with every thrust, and soon I felt her walls clamp down on me and ripple around my shaft, as she buried her teeth in Ava’s folds. That, in turn, set Ava off, who suddenly loudly moaned before letting out a wail of pleasure which she silenced by burying her face even deeper into Mia’s soaked pussy.
That was enough for me.
“I’m close too!” I groaned, remembering that Mia didn’t want me to come inside her without a condom.
Mia gracefully jumped over Ava, kneeled behind her head, and then pushed my sister’s mouth over my cock.
“Suck it! Suck your brother’s cock! Make him come with your mouth!” she panted with glee, and Ava complied.
Like on autopilot, I grabbed Ava’s hips as soon as I felt her tongue massage my tip, pulled her to me and returned the favor by sucking on her engorged clit. Within seconds I exploded into her mouth while Mia held her in place, forcing her to swallow, until I removed my lips from Ava’s clit with a loud smacking sound. Then, as if to make the whole thing absolutely perfect for me, Mia pulled Ava’s head off my cock, turned it upwards, and gave her a sloppy kiss. I could see saliva and white strains of my cum run down Ava’s cheeks after they escaped through the corners of her mouth. At that moment, I wished I had a camera handy.
I was almost ready to go again by the time they were done, but they both seemed to be content with simply lying back down to simply enjoy the relaxing feeling their orgasms had caused. Not eager to push Mia too far too soon, and given how I just got a quite satisfying release during my very first threesome, I didn’t complain. I simply lay down next to them and resumed my duty as Mia’s big spoon.
The very next day, something quite interesting happened in school.
I was on my way to the cafeteria for my lunch break, when I heard my name being called over the PA system, telling me to show up in the principal’s office. I had no idea what they wanted from me. I hadn’t had any contact with the man since the day he tried to expel me in my Sophomore year, and immediately contemplated whether he could use the widespread video of my clash with Campbell against me somehow.
That worry was quickly heightened when his assistant led me into his office. I found myself not only confronted with the principal himself, but sitting in front of his desk were also Coach Jenkins, my English teacher Mrs. Jenkins, and, most surprisingly of all, Bill!
“Boss?” I greeted him, unsure why he was there.
“Employee?” he greeted me back with a grin, and I instantly relaxed. If he was making jokes, it probably wasn’t anything bad.
“Mr. Brown.” The principal joined in. “Thank you for joining us so promptly. There is something we need to discuss. If you would, Mrs. Jenkins?”
“Yes.” she nodded, and then turned her attention to me. “You see, over the last two months since school started again, a number of girls from the Cheer Team approached me. Apparently they became quite interested in some kind of self defense training you gave young Miss Miller and your sister.”
“Okay?” I drew that word out, signaling my perplexity.
“Not just girls from the cheer team, actually.” Coach Jenkins now added. “I was also approached by a few girls during gym classes, and even some of the boys from the team who wanted to ask for their girlfriends.”
“Ask about what?” I inquired.
“There appears to be a substantial demand by the female student body to make self defense for women available as an additional extracurricular activity.” the principal explained. “The unfortunate events Miss Miller was involved in seem to have left her peers in a rather ... wary state.”
Why the fuck was that guy talking like he was reading off a press release!?
“Yes.” Bill finally joined the conversation while throwing the principal a doubting look, probably having thought the same thing as I had. “Long story short, your English teacher here called Mrs. Miller, who then called me. Personally, I think it’s a great idea.”
“You do? Really?” I asked doubtfully, remembering the rather intimidating Welcoming Speech he gave me two years ago.
“Of course there would be limits as to what we would teach those girls. The styles and techniques you learned by now are probably a little too ... uh ... fierce.” he explained with a side glance at Coach Jenkins. “The plan would be to host a class that lasts half a semester before it starts over and allows a new set of students to join. That way the classes would be relatively small, making it easier to supervise.”
“Oh!” I said with audible relief. Three months would be enough to teach the basics and cover all of the purely defensive moves. As I told Ava and Mia before, the real key was repetition, not a constant stream of fancy new techniques. “Alright. But ... why did you call me here, then?”
Now Bill was looking at Mrs. Jenkins while pointing his hand at her, like he was asking her to explain.
“The thing is, Mr. Brown, the girls who have come forward to ask about the school establishing a class like that, were specifically asking about you teaching them what you taught young Miss Miller and your sister.”
“Oh.” I said, now with audible displeasure.
“Your employer assures us that you would be perfectly suited to teach the girls. So, the questions we have for you are: Would you be willing to take on that responsibility, and would you be able to do it with your injuries?” she continued.
I contemplated her questions for a moment.
“Well, I don’t have that much free time, Mrs. Jenkins...” I started, but the principal interrupted me.
“Oh, we already talked about that with Mr. Carter.” he nodded towards Bill. “If this were to happen, we would brand it as a cooperation between the school and Carter Security. Naturally, the time you spend teaching your peers in our gym would be part of your working hours.”
I had to admit, that would make this quite attractive for me as well. I could spend two extra hours after classes in the gym with the girls, then go home instead of heading for the office and work another two hours remotely. My hours would stay the same, but I’d get home at Five instead of Eight in the evenings. Also, I now knew why the principal was speaking like that. If he was ‘branding’ this, both the school and Bill would use it for PR work, so the principal was trying to suppress his usual distaste for me.
“Alright.” I said, and looked at Bill out of the corner of my eye. “If I say that my leg should be healed up enough for this, would that mean that you’d make me haul the computers through the offices again?”
Bill laughed and shook his head. I could also see slight grins form on the others’ faces.
“In that case, yes, my leg would be fine. In fact, my physical trainer expects me to lose the cane over spring break.”
“That would be perfect!” The principal called out. “With your commitment, Coach Jenkins can write up the usual consent forms for the students to take home and present to their guardians during spring break. We could then start a test run for the remaining half semester once school starts up again.”
“Thank you, Mr. Brown!” Mrs. Jenkins suddenly said with surprising gratitude in her voice.
“No problem. I’ll get paid for it.” I chuckled. “Do you need anything else from me?”
“No, thank you. I think we took enough time out of your lunch break already.” the principal assured me, and I left after giving them a final nod.