“That was Don’t Fear the Reaper, Burnin’ for You, and Godzilla,” the voice on the radio intoned, “a set from Blue Öyster Cult on a Threefer Thursday here on Shoam Rock.”

“On what rock?” Bruce asked, pulling two-by-fours out of the pickup truck and stacking them on the ground.

“C-H-O-M, ninety-seven point seven,” Kevin chuckled as he paid out an extension cord. “It’s out of Montreal. Canadian stations start with C instead of W.”

“Threefer Thursday, huh? That puts Rock 101’s Block Party Weekend to shame; those are only twofers.”

“We do things big up in the great white north,” Kevin joked as he plugged in the circular saw. “Anyway, thanks again for helping me with this little construction proe-ject.”

“No problem. None of us wants bears getting into our dumpster. Even if they’re just regular-sized American bears.”

Cassie watched Kevin, her husband, and Bruce, her student teacher, through the open window as they worked. She had always enjoyed checking out Kevin’s rear end while he was on the job, ever since they had first met in 1968 when she spent the summer in her grandparents’ cabin and he was the local handyman and caretaker. He had been a clean-shaven kid then, twenty years old, but he got deported back to Canada on a marijuana possession charge. When they reconnected eight years later, he had grown a beard that suited him nicely as he aged.

They had both aged nicely, she thought with some pride. Her red hair had faded from bright copper to a more muted tone over the years, and her face definitely didn’t look nineteen anymore, but her body was still trim and toned. They had both acquired some seasoning, as they liked to call it, wearing their faint wrinkles and occasional gray hairs as badges of honor. Which would you rather have: a brand-new cast-iron skillet, or one that’s been well-used and enhanced by the flavors of every food it’s touched?

Bruce, on the other hand, reminded her a lot of young Kevin, with his boyish charm and shaggy brown hair that just about covered his eyes. Well, she had to admit, sometimes shiny and new isn’t so bad either.

Swirling her cup of lukewarm coffee, Cassie turned away, crossing the room to the windows overlooking the water. She hadn’t seen any of the four young ladies yet, but the other three boys were already down on the beach standing around at the edge of the water. Opening the sliding glass door, she slipped out onto the back deck and waved down to them.

“Hey, Mrs. M,” a thin young man with black hair called up.

“Hey, David,” she returned the greeting as she pulled her blue chambray shirt closer around her shoulders. “Brr! You guys aren’t thinking of going swimming, are you?”

“Nah, it’s a bit early for that,” the one with curly brown hair snorted. “The fog’s barely burned off the lake.”

“Gordon wanted to watch for loons,” the shortest of the three explained, shaking out the blonde curls of his spiked mullet with a shiver.

“Kyle, you look cold,” Cassie observed. “Why don’t you three come up and have a cup of coffee?”

“Good idea,” Gordon deadpanned. “We can get started on our teacher breath.”

“Only if you smoke a pack of Winstons too,” David laughed as they climbed the stairs to the deck. “That’s teacher breath.”

The main living area of the lake house was one large room, with a sitting area near the back deck, a dining area to the side, and the kitchen tucked into the corner behind a peninsula. The far wall had doorways to the bedroom and a full bathroom with washer and dryer, and there was a spiral staircase leading to a loft above. As Kyle, David, and Gordon entered, Cassie was already pouring coffee into three mugs.

“There’s milk in the fridge and sugar in the jar if you need it,” she informed them as she nodded towards a small clay pot with a lid and a decorative blueberry motif painted around it.

“My mother collects this Salmon Falls pottery,” David said offhandedly as he scooped some sugar into his cup, earning a sharp look from Cassie. “Um, not that it’s an old lady thing!” he stammered, clanking his spoon around nervously.

“It’s fine,” Cassie laughed. “I have only a couple of pieces. And I just turned thirty-eight, so if I was your mother, I would have been pregnant at, what, sixteen? No thanks!”

“You look really good for—” Kyle stopped himself before he stepped in it.

“For…?” Cassie replied archly.

“—for a teacher!” Gordon blurted out. “You look really good for a teacher.”

Cassie narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Kyle, who quickly busied himself with rummaging around in the refrigerator. “Ooh, you’ve got skim milk and two percent.”

“Yes, I like skim and Kevin likes two percent,” Cassie explained as she peered out the window at Kevin and Bruce measuring boards, “and if any of our guests prefer one percent, they can mix it themselves.” Taking a sip of her tepid coffee, she added, “I could use a top-up myself.”

Turning to face them again, Cassie bumped into Kyle as he stood up from the fridge, dumping her cup of coffee all down the front of her shirt.

“Shit!” she burst out, hunching over and looking down at the damage.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Kyle exclaimed. “Did I burn you?”

“No, it was getting cold,” Cassie reassured him as she set the cup down on the counter. “It’s okay, but I’ll need to toss this in the laundry ASAP.” Walking away quickly, she whipped her shirt over her head as she entered the bathroom.

“Well, that’s a top-up,” Gordon commented drily.

They heard the washing machine filling with water, then Cassie reappeared wearing a blue-gray sports bra. “Luckily, it didn’t soak through,” she began as she emerged, then stopped when she noticed everyone staring at her. “What?”

“You look really good—” Kyle choked out.

Cassie crossed her arms, waiting.

“With your shirt off,” Gordon bravely finished the thought.

Cocking one eyebrow, Cassie held him in her gaze for a moment, then relented. “I’ll accept that,” she laughed, then looked out the front window again. “It looks like Kevin’s going to be busy for a while, so maybe you three can tell me what else looks good.”

All four of them glanced at Kevin and Bruce for a few seconds before David flicked his eyes down and ventured, “Your ass looks good in those sweatpants.”

“These old things?” Cassie smirked. “We can do better,” she added as she toyed with the drawstring. “I mean, let’s not pretend you haven’t all been staring.” With that, she pulled her sweatpants down to reveal her white panties, bending at the waist to give them all a good view.

“Okay, that definitely looks better,” Kyle laughed.

Cassie turned and surveyed the bulges in their shorts. “Mmm, those look good. Good enough to eat.” She flashed a mischievous grin. “Snack time?”

“All three of us?” David asked in a whisper.

“Sure, why not?” Cassie said breezily. “I already did Bruce on Monday.”

“You did—”

“You know, I sucked him and fucked him; he dribbled some cum between my tits,” Cassie said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “But he’s busy working with Kevin, so now it’s your turn. What do you say?”

Gordon, who was standing behind her, didn’t say anything; he simply reached out and pulled her bra up, revealing her succulent breasts. Kyle and David each latched onto a nipple and began sucking and licking them while Cassie squirmed. Gordon placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed his engorged cock against the crack of her ass.

“Take your shorts off, Gordie,” Cassie panted over her shoulder. “Let me feel that thing.”

Gordon shucked off all his clothes and pressed his hot rod against her ass again, rubbing it against the thin cotton fabric while Kyle and David continued servicing Cassie’s sweet tits.

Bracing her arms on the kitchen counter, Cassie begged, “Take my panties off, Gordie. Let me really feel it.”

Gordon slid her steamy underpants down her long, smooth legs until they were a taut tether stretched between her ankles. He hocked a wad of spit into his hand, slathered it onto his dick, then slid it between her buns, causing both of them to emit a long satisfied groan. Cassie, leaning on her left hand, began frigging herself, alternately threshing her wet pussy lips with her fingers and diddling her swollen clit, her wrist grazing her ginger tuft as she worked her magic.

“Oh, oh, god—”

“Are you gonna cum?” Gordon said roughly as he clutched her shoulders and jackhammered her slick crack with his rock-hard cock. “Are you gonna fuckin’ cum?”

“Uh huh! Uh huh!” Cassie nodded jerkily as she exploded, clamping her left hand over her mouth to deaden the keening wail emanating from deep inside her very soul. Kyle and David maintained their grip on her titties, supporting her weight and continuing to suck her sensitive nipples as her orgasm shook her to the core.

“Strip,” she croaked, and David and Kyle tore off their clothes in record time. Cassie sank to her knees and took David’s slim cock in her mouth, giving it a few pumps before switching to Kyle, bobbing her head on his short, thick prick. She alternated for a couple of minutes, giving herself time to gather her wits, before gasping, “Bedroom.”

Kyle and David stepped back, giving Cassie a chance to pop Gordon’s spitty dick into her mouth for a moment before rising like a phoenix and taking his hand, leading him to the bedroom with the other two in tow.

“Somebody lie down,” she commanded, and David immediately sprang onto the bed and lay on his back. Cassie climbed up and hovered over him, guiding his cock into her wet pussy. “Kyle, let me suck you again.” He hopped up onto the bed, kneeling on the pillows, and Cassie took him into her mouth. Gordon stood there awkwardly for a moment, fondling his cock, until Cassie pulled her mouth off Kyle’s dick and gave Gordon a wink. “Bottom drawer,” she told him, nodding her head in the direction of the nightstand. Curious, he opened the drawer and rooted around until—

“Did you find it?” Cassie teased, then resumed sucking Kyle’s cock.

“Oh, I found it,” Gordon whispered. “I found it,” he repeated, holding up a jar of coconut oil labeled BUTT PLAY in black Sharpie.

Gordon swiped two fingertips into it, then greased up Cassie’s asshole like he was slicking down Pat Riley’s hair before Game 7 at the Garden. Growling, “I’m gonna fuck your goddamned ass!” he maneuvered his dick into position and then slowly took the plunge.

“Oh, yesss…” Cassie moaned over her shoulder as Kyle’s dick dropped out of her mouth. “Fuck me!”

“Suck my cock, baby!” Kyle demanded, pinching her nose closed. With Kyle humping her mouth, David humping her pussy, and Gordon humping her ass, Cassie was sealed up tighter than her grandma’s Tupperware collection. Her eyes watering, she looked up at Kyle pleadingly and he released her nose, allowing her to draw a long, ragged breath through her nostrils as he continued fucking her face. After a few more minutes—

“Dave, mind if we switch?” Kyle rasped. “I want to fuck this whore.”

“Fine with me!” David slid his cock out of Cassie’s cougar cunt and slithered out from under her. Kyle took his place and plunged his fat, stubby pecker into her soggy snatch. He and Gordon double-pummeled Cassie’s dripping delta and derrière, deliciously stretching her inner walls, while she devoured David’s dewy dick, swinging sloppy strands of her salty saliva onto her chin and chest.

“I’m gonna cum in your ass! I’m gonna cum in your fucking ass!” Gordon growled as he savagely slammed Cassie’s shitbox.

Cassie drooled off David’s dick just long enough to whimper, “Yes, do it! Shoot your cum in my ass! Gluck, gluck, gluck…”

Gordon sank in to the hilt, bellowing and raving as he came, his pecker puking deep into Cassie’s poop pipe. Cassie pulled off David again and made eye contact with Kyle, breathless.

“Want me to cum in your hot cunt?” he grunted. Cassie nodded, but Kyle was beyond the point of no return, already bucking his hips against her and shooting a prodigious wad of cum up into her pussy. Cassie was in ecstasy, feeling two hot loads inside her for the first time in her life.

David, meanwhile, had not been idle, stroking his cock while Cassie was focused on the double-barreled action happening below and behind her. He groaned and she looked up quickly, just in time to squinch her eyes shut before he blew a half dozen thick spurts of cum all over her face.

“Jiminy Crickets!” she squealed, allowing David’s cum to drip off her lips and into her mouth. “What a blast!” She wiped the cum out of her eyes and blinked a few times.

David lay back against the pillows, and Gordon eased his floppy dick out of Cassie’s gaping anus. She rolled off Kyle, and all four of them lay in a damp, crumpled heap for a few minutes. The washing machine finished its spin cycle and the house became quiet, with just the sound of the radio drifting in from outside.

Cassie lazily fingered her tits, rubbing sweat, spit, and sperm into her skin, before breaking the silence. “Now that was a Threefer Thursday to remember.” She crawled up and flicked a drop of cum out of David’s dickhole with her tongue, then turned and licked up and down Kyle’s shaft, tasting her pussy on him. Finally, she rolled over and took Gordon’s dirty dick into her mouth, sucking his sensitive schlong while he twitched and hissed like a cobra in a mongoose’s den. The three boys lay senseless on the bed, each lost in his own tangled thoughts. Cassie kissed each of them deeply on the lips before rising to check on her laundry.

“And that, my friends, is teacher breath,” she called over her shoulder, rolling her hips as she floated to the door, cum oozing down her inner thighs. “Class dismissed.”