“Fuck, that’s hot!” Kevin shouted as he pulled his coffee cup out of the microwave and banged it on the counter, fanning his fingers in the air.
“Are you using my new mug?” Cassie accused him from across the kitchen.
Kevin looked at the cup, seemingly for the first time. Of course I have all the solutions—I’m a chemistry teacher!
“Um, I guess so?” he offered as he reached for the milk. “Soary, if it’s in the cupboard, I figured it’s fair game.”
But Cassie was now focused on something dearer to her heart than worldly possessions: the study of thermodynamics. “Don’t put the milk in yet, Kev. Put a spoon in it instead.”
“Cass, the coffee’s piping hot; why wouldn’t I put the milk in to cool it down?”
“Newton’s Law of Cooling,” she replied smugly, tucking a stray curl of auburn hair behind her ear.
“Who, Juice Newton? Wayne Newton? Huey Newton? Fig Newton?”
“Sir Isaac Newton, and you know it. Here’s the deal. If the temperature of a liquid is a lot higher than the ambient temperature, that’s when it cools off the fastest. If you add cold milk now, it reduces the temperature difference between the liquid and the air, and the liquid will cool more slowly.”
Kevin’s eyes darted from side to side. “Uh…”
Cassie shifted from calculus teacher mode to eighth-grade teacher mode. “Imagine the air’s job is to make everything the same temperature. When it detects super-hot coffee, it goes into panic mode. Alert! Cool it down, fast! But if it detects warm coffee, it’s more casual. Ah, it’ll cool to room temperature eventually, no big deal. Overall, you’ll get the quickest temperature drop if you let the black coffee cool for a while before adding the milk.”
Kevin nodded while stroking his brown beard. “Okay, Mrs. M, that makes sense. But what aboot the spoon?”
Cassie smiled. “The metal spoon acts as a heat conductor, pulling additional heat from the liquid and radiating it to the air.”
“This reminds me of a joke; stop me if you’ve heard this one before.”
“I should probably stop you either way, but go ahead.”
“Doctor, doctor! Whenever I drink coffee, I get a stabbing pain in my right eye!” Kevin could barely keep from laughing at his own joke. “Well, Mr. Jones, take the spoon oot of the cup first!”
Cassie shook her head. “Kev, your jokes are so corny.”
“Aw, shucks.”
“Kevin—”
“But I’m all ears for your opinion.”
“Kev—”
“Because there’s a kernel of truth in what you’re saying.”
Cassie, defeated, closed her eyes for a moment to gather her strength. “Okay, so this mug heats up wicked fast. Good to know.”
“It’s kind of dangerous. Maybe you should use it as a pencil cup instead,” Kevin suggested as he idly stirred the black coffee. “Ooh, you weren’t kidding; that spoon is hot.”
Cassie tilted her head and raised one eyebrow. “Did you really doubt me?”
“No,” Kevin chuckled. “So what are you up to today? Gang-fucking all the guys?”
“After yesterday?” Cassie scoffed, rubbing her ass. “I’m all worn out; I might need a day off to recuperate. No, Bruce and I need to finish setting up the classroom before school starts on Tuesday. All the interns are going to be busy at school today.” She gave a mock-enthusiastic double thumbs-up. “Fun Friday!”
“I’ve got a few projects around here to take care of myself—”
“Including one special project,” Cassie smiled, nodding towards the plastic-wrapped package on the counter.
“Yes, then after that, I’ll get the grounds looking good for Labour Day weekend. Maybe some Kraft Dinner for lunch, with peas and diced wienies sprinkled over top.”
“Ugh!”
“Well, you know what they say: you can take the boy oot of Canada…”
“Trust me, I know. Maybe I’ll treat Bruce to lunch at the diner so I don’t have to come home and smell your boiled hot dogs and pukey peas.”
Hefting her LL Bean canvas tote bag off the floor, Cassie kissed Kevin goodbye before heading outside. He watched her walk down the driveway, then absent-mindedly observed the teaching interns straggling out of their cabins. Bruce and Kyle got into Cassie’s VW Golf for the drive to Ossipee Valley Middle School, then Abby, Brandi, and David piled into Gordon’s van and headed to Ossipee Valley High School. Wanda’s Pontiac Fiero was nowhere to be seen.
“I guess Tawny and Wanda got an early start this morning, eh?” he mused. “Surprising.”
—
Checking his wristwatch, Kevin exhaled slowly. “Well, no time like the present.” Setting down his coffee, he strode into the bedroom, fished the September 1984 issue of Penthouse out of his bureau drawer, and brought it back to the kitchen. He washed and dried his hands, then tore open the plastic wrapper and unscrewed the lid of the specimen cup. Opening the magazine to the centerfold spread, he unzipped his rust-coloured work pants and pulled out his rapidly growing cock. Stroking himself, he began a dialogue with the jailbait temptress pouting up at him from the glossy pages.
“Yeah, you hot little cunt. Lemme see those cute fucking tits. Ooh yeah, get ready to slide those raunchy lips over my stiff dick!”
Kevin went on like this for a few minutes. Eventually, arching his head back, he was about to explode—
Knock knock
“Hey, Kevin, are you home?” Tawny called from the porch, then opened the screen door and prepared to poke her head inside.
Kevin scrambled to pull up his pants. “Just a minute!” he croaked, almost catching his dick in the zipper.
Wanda, who was a sight less patient than Tawny, barged in and caught sight of Kevin fumbling with his clothes.
“Shit, Kev!” Wanda roared, her wild red curls shaking as she laughed. “Beatin’ your meat in the kitchen? You have a bedroom and a bathroom for that, you know.”
Kevin sighed and let his dick twist in the wind; it was nothing the girls hadn’t seen before. “No offence, but I thought I had some privacy; Cassie said all the interns were going to school today.”
“Sure, but we aren’t interns, Kevin,” Tawny reminded him while fluttering her eyelashes below her dirty blonde bangs. “We got jobs at the school, but we don’t have to do any prep work before the school year starts.”
“Where’s Wanda’s car, then?” Kevin asked, exasperated.
“I dropped it off at the shop yesterday to get it inspected,” Wanda declared, then continued needling him. “So you and, let’s see here, Tracy Lords, decided to hang out in the kitchen?”
Tawny peered over Wanda’s shoulder. “She spells her name with an i, doesn’t she?”
“Oh my god, T!” Wanda hooted. “Are you gradin’ a fuckin’ porno mag like you’re an English teacher?”
“I’m just sayin’, they spelled her name wrong.”
“Next, you’re gonna tell us Vanessa Williams spells her name with a Q. So, Kev,” Wanda pivoted, “why are you jerkin’ off in the kitchen again?”
“I realised I needed more counter space; there isn’t enough in the washroom.” Indicating the specimen cup, he continued. “I need to give a sample to the fertility lab.”
“Oh, jeez, Kev, I’m sorry,” Tawny sympathized. “Have you been shootin’ blanks?”
“Well, I sure hope so. I had a vasectomy in June. They make you wait twelve weeks and ejaculate twenty times to make sure all the old sperm is flushed away. If this sample is declared sperm-free, then no more condoms for this guy,” he added, wiggling his hips so that his penis danced around.
“So you’re gonna whack it into this cup and then deliver it, where?” Wanda inquired.
“The lab’s in Rochester. It’s around a 45-minute drive, so I need to deliver it ASAP after, uh, creating the sample.”
“Why don’t they just jerk you off at the lab?” Wanda cackled, then got a dreamy look in her eyes. “I’d totally rock that job.”
“Well, they have a side room where guys can go whack it, but I couldn’t get it up when I was there. They hand you a cup and a beat-up old Playboy that a hundred guys have already handled.”
Tawny wrinkled her nose at the thought. “Sounds gross.”
“Instant boner killer,” Kevin lamented with a shake of his head.
“Well, look, Kev,” Wanda said brightly as she returned to reality. “We ain’t got nothin’ to do this mornin’. How about Tawny and me go to Rochester with you? When we get there, we can help you produce that sample so it’s fresh and warm.”
Tawny tipped her head in agreement. “Yeah, and then maybe we can swing by the Lilac Mall; I wanna get that Guns N’ Roses album and start planning my next routine.”
Kevin laughed. “I don’t think the fertility clinic will let you two in the room.”
Wanda waved this objection away with a flick of her wrist. “Whatever, we can do it in the parkin’ lot and then you can bring the sample inside.” Approaching him, she began lightly caressing his dick. “Whaddaya say?”
“I guess, if you’re up for it,” Kevin conceded with a grin.
“There you go, Kev!” Wanda pounded him on the back as he stowed his penis back in his pants and zipped up. “You won’t need this porn when you have the two of us workin’ you over.”
“That’s a promise,” Tawny snickered. “You’re gonna need a second cup by the time we’re through with you.”
—
The drive south on New Hampshire Route 16 was largely uneventful, with Kevin driving, Wanda leaning against the passenger window, and Tawny nestled between them on the bench seat. Some of the maple trees were beginning to turn, with tiny splashes of orange, red, and yellow amid the sea of green. The three of them made idle chitchat about work and music and field hockey as Kevin’s truck ate up the miles under a bright blue sky with an occasional cloud scudding by. Wanda thought she saw a moose at one point, but it was in their rearview mirror before she could be sure.
Reading a highway sign as they approached their destination, Tawny burst out, “What’s the deal with Ten Rod Road, anyway?”
“Right?” Wanda guffawed. “Did some slut take on ten dicks out there?”
“Christ, Wanda,” Kevin cut in with a laugh. “You took on five dicks in the dumpster the other day. You’re saying we should name it ‘Five Rod Dumpster’?”
“Five dicks?” Tawny spluttered in disbelief as she punched Wanda’s shoulder. “What the fuck, Wanda?”
“You missed it because you were takin’ a nap, kiddo.” Wanda shrugged. “You snooze, you lose.”
“Kevin, maybe you should bang a u-ey and head back there; sounds like Wanda’s kind of place.”
“Aw, go to hell, T!” Wanda laughed.
“Here’s the medical centre,” Kevin said a moment later as he turned into the parking lot. He drove to a remote corner and parked, whereupon Wanda began directing traffic as she unbuttoned her red sleeveless shirt.
“Kev, scoot over to the middle. Tawny, climb over him and kneel on the driver’s seat.” They switched places and Kevin began unbuttoning his denim shirt while Tawny peeled her black t-shirt up over her head. Kevin shucked his pants down and exposed his cock while Tawny and Wanda undid their bras and allowed their succulent teen tits to tumble out.
“We’ll be your porn, Kev,” Wanda whispered in a husky voice as she began fondling his floppy cock. “Just look at these tits.”
“They’re pretty great,” Kevin confirmed in a strained tone. “Why don’t you squash ‘em against my leg while you suck my fuckin’ cock, eh?” He grabbed Tawny around the waist and pulled her in for a deep kiss while Wanda pressed her plump pumpkins against his thigh and began licking his dick up and down its entire length.
“Kevin, lick my tits,” Tawny cooed as she shook her boobs in his face.
After a delightful few minutes of nuzzling Tawny’s tasty tits while Wanda licked his delicious dick, Kevin remembered that he had a job to do. “Where’s that specimen cup?” he grunted. “We’re gonna need it soon.”
Tawny found it and unscrewed the lid, then joined Wanda down below, licking Kevin’s slippery shaft and dancing her tongue against Wanda’s.
“Do you two team up like this a lot?” Kevin puffed weakly, wiping his brow with his hand.
Wanda sat up and locked him in a long, lingering, dick-flavoured kiss, giving Tawny the opportunity to plunge her mouth down onto his throbbing cock. “Naw, this is our first time,” Wanda giggled. “Can you believe it?”
“Soary, no, I can’t,” Kevin gasped, licking his lips and bucking his hips. “I thought you two did everything together.” Kiss.
“Well, shit, Kev, we’re only nineteen. Give us time, we’ll get there eventually.” Kiss.
“Okay, hang on a second,” Kevin croaked. “We’d better plan how to get the sample into the cup before I blow my load.”
Tawny pulled off and sat up, giving Kevin a wet kiss on the lips as he struggled to slide forward to the edge of the seat. Taking the specimen cup from her with his left hand, he began beating his dick with the other. The two girls, remembering what he liked, leaned in and began tonguing his nips, creating an electric current that supercharged his already raging hard-on.
“Cum for us, Kev,” Tawny mumbled against his chest. Lick.
“Give us that hot fuckin’ load,” Wanda egged him on. Lick.
“Because if your sample tests negative…” Tawny trailed off. Lick.
“Uh huh?” Wanda encouraged her. Lick.
“...You can fuck me without a condom.”
“Both of us!”
Kevin’s eyes rolled back into his head as he began pounding spurt after spurt of semen in the general vicinity of the sample cup. Tawny grabbed his left wrist and positioned the cup over his throbbing dickhead as it continued firing hot jets of cum that coated the clear plastic interior. Tilting the cup and his dick in tandem, she managed to capture a decent amount of his emissions before his scrotum sagged and his spunk stopped shooting. Removing the cup, Tawny gave his dribbling dick a quick lick before screwing the lid closed.
Wanda stared at the cup full of steamy, creamy liquid and smirked. “Nice fuckin’ cumload, Kev! Now hitch your pants up and go run that inside.” Eyeing the stray spurts on the dashboard, she added, “We’ll clean up in here while you’re gone.”
As Kevin staggered across the hospital parking lot carrying his precious cargo, Wanda cast a sidelong glance at Tawny. “Hey, T,” she said quietly, feeling strangely bashful.
“Yeah?”
“D’you wanna, maybe, get each other off?”
“Sure, why not?”
“Should we, I dunno, sixty-nine?”
“Wanda! We’ve both been suckin’ Kevin’s cock, and we don’t know whether he still has sperm—”
“Right, right!” Wanda smacked her forehead like she could have had a V-8. “How stupid can I get?”
“But look, we can still help each other get off. How about you play with yourself while I lick your tits, then afterwards you can return the favor?”
Wanda flashed a crooked smile, then leaned forward and licked a line of cum off the dashboard before craning her head down to Tawny’s chest. “That sounds good, T,” she purred around her mouthful, “but I’m gonna do you first.”
