“You can’t be serious!” Superintendent Hutchinson scoffed as he scratched his armpit through his plaid beige sport coat. “Hire Tawny Koontzler as an aide? The girl who got expelled for balling Joey Martinelli in the nurse’s office?”
“Actually, that was Caleb Ferney. She blew Joey Martinelli behind Cumby’s—”
“With Mentos and Diet Coke in her mouth, I know,” he interrupted, shaking his head.
“Actually, it was Pop Rocks.”
“Look, Cassie,” he sighed, smoothing his damp mustache. “I don’t know. It would be one thing if she were in grad school or some kind of teacher training program. Good gravy, she’s never even been to college!”
“Larry, come on,” Cassie gently chided him as she tucked a stray ginger curl behind her ear. “We haven’t been able to hire anyone for the special ed aide position, and school starts in a week. She’s smart, she’s tough, and she needs a break.”
“And I should be the one to give it to her? Give me one good reason.”
Cassie leveled her gaze at him. “Because you’re the one who recommended her for expulsion in the first place.”
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“Tell me again what your plan is?” Kevin asked, stroking his brown, close-cropped beard as he looked up from his newspaper. “I wasn’t really listening,” he confessed sheepishly, stretching out on the antique pale green couch.
“I said, I saw Tawny this morning while I was getting gas,” Cassie explained again as she walked over from the kitchen area of the lake house. “She got kicked out of her apartment and doesn’t know where to go.”
“So you want to let her stay in one of the bachelors?”
“Kevin! For the thousandth time, nobody understands your Canadian baloney!”
“A bachelor just means a studio apartment,” Kevin grinned. “And it’s called Canadian bacon, not baloney. Oh, that reminds me, I had one of those new bagel and egg sandwiches from Dunkin’ Donuts this morning. Not too bad.”
“I suppose that’s a better breakfast than a dozen Munchkins,” Cassie conceded. “But can we agree to call the cabins ‘cabins’, please?” she groused, swatting his legs aside so she could sit on the couch.
“Sure,” Kevin agreed, sitting up again. “So you want to let her stay in one of the cabins?”
“Yes.”
“Rent free?”
“Yes, rent free. But here’s the trouble. The deal we made with the school board is that they’ll subsidize the housing costs for student teachers. If we let anyone else move in, it’ll make our taxes extremely complicated this year.”
Kevin, unable to deduce the punchline, furrowed his brow. “So…”
“So I asked Larry to hire her as an aide in the special ed resource room; if she’s working for the school district, she can live in a cabin rent free and everything will be fine!”
“Tawny Kuntzler, special ed teacher, eh?” Kevin grinned in disbelief.
“It’s pronounced Koontzler, you hoser.”
“Ah, po-tay-to, po-tah-to,” Kevin chuckled, then laid his newspaper on the end table. “Now, speaking of cunts…”
“No, Kevin,” Cassie rolled her eyes as she stood up. “Abby and Brandi have not moved in yet.”
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creak creak creak
“Ooh yeah! Do you love getting pounded by my thick hard cock?”
creak creak creak
“Mmm, your tight pussy’s so hot!”
creak creak creak
“Uh huh, that’s it, baby—”
“Kev, can we try something different?” Cassie interrupted, giggling. “This bedframe isn’t the only thing that’s creaky. You have got to work on your dirty talk.”
With a laugh, Kevin slid his thick hard cock out of his wife’s tight hot pussy. “You know, if we sixty-nine, there’ll be a lot less creaking.” He paused as another thought occurred to him. “And I won’t be tempted to talk.”
Cassie raised one eyebrow and smacked her lips. “Mmm, I wanna taste my pussy on your dick.”
“That can be arranged. Do you want to be on top?”
Cassie rolled onto her left side and raised her right knee akimbo to grant him easy access to her snatch, then patted the bed in front of her.
“Side by side, eh?” Kevin chuckled before flopping onto the bed—CREAK—and burying his face in Cassie’s cunt like a truffle pig on the hunt. He nuzzled her wet folds and waggled his tongue around her hood as she clutched his ass cheeks and pressed his dick against her face.
“Oh, oh, oh, Kev,” she crooned before popping her mouth onto his dick and sucking the head without touching the shaft. Kevin grunted in appreciation before sliding his tongue between Cassie’s slick labia and slashing it up and down, causing her to plunge her head onto his shining cock and pump it wildly with her plush lips.
“Oh fuck, babe,” Kevin moaned into Cassie’s crotch as she serviced him. “You’re gonna get yours.” With that, he jammed two fingers in her pussy and fingerbanged her roughly while giving her clit a thorough tongue-lashing.
Cassie threw her head back and moaned loudly while stroking his cock with her hand. “Oh, Kev, just like that!”
“Yeah?” Kevin mumbled.
“Yeah… yeah… yeah!” Cassie repeated with increasing intensity as she reached her climax. Her cunt spasmed and clenched Kevin’s fingers as he jammed them deep inside her and continued licking her swollen clit. Cassie fumbled around for a moment trying to maneuver Kevin’s dick into her mouth again, then pummeled it like Alex Van Halen’s bass drums kicking off Hot For Teacher.
“Oh, Cass…” Kevin trailed off as she worked her magic on his turgid cock. “Ohhh…” he groaned as his balls finally exploded, pumping his hot cum into her throat just as fast as she could gulp it down.
“Mmmpf!” Cassie commented with a slight smile, continuing to tug on his deflating dick with her hot, wet lips.
When she fully released his flaccid fuckstick, they both rolled onto their backs and stared at the pine-paneled ceiling while catching their breath.
“Whoo. That was a pretty good 69,” Kevin spoke first.
“For sure. 69 is usually a D plus, but I’ll give you an A for this one,” Cassie teased.
“Huh. In Ontario, 69 is a high C.”
“Mmm, Hi-C. I need a swig of fruit punch to wash your jizz out of my mouth before I meet Tawny for lunch,” Cassie declared as she crawled out of bed.
CREAK!
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“Look, Mrs. M,” Tawny sighed as she tapped her fingernails on the formica tabletop. “I appreciate what you’re tryin’ to do for me, but it just isn’t gonna work.” Her eyes hardened ever so slightly as she continued. “Everybody thinks I’m trailer trash; I don’t want another chance to prove ‘em right.”
“That is absolutely not true!” Cassie gasped. “How can you say that?”
“Do you think I didn’t notice?” Tawny spat. “All the other kids in those AP classes wonderin’ what the hell I was doin’ there? They were all applyin’ to Dartmouth and Harvard, and I was applyin’ for the night shift at Cumberland friggin’ Farms.”
Cassie, glad that the diner was mostly empty in the midafternoon, remained silent.
“Sure, I was a three-sport athlete,” Tawny went on, her eyes welling up. “You wanna know why? So I didn’t have to go home to that filthy fuckin’ apartment every afternoon and watch my stepdad drink a six-pack, with my mother bitchin’ at him until he smacked her. After-school practice always killed a couple of hours, then on game days we might not get home until ten o’clock. With any luck, they’d both be passed out by the time I got home.”
Cassie cleared the lump in her throat.
“Those preppy field hockey girls sure were glad to have us on the field, though, me and Wanda,” Tawny continued fiercely before Cassie cut in with a small laugh.
“That’s for sure. They rode you two all the way to the championship game against Oyster River.”
Tawny smiled through her tears. “Oyster River didn’t stand a chance. With Wanda in goal? Those scrawny little prisses were terrified of her.”
“You were the queen of the hip check, Tawny. Any 50-50 ball, you’d come away with it, and the other girl would end up flat on her ass. You were basically Terry O’Reilly in a plaid skirt. Best center midfielder I’ve ever seen.”
Tawny tipped her head, quietly accepting the compliment, then her eyes narrowed. “But did our teammates ever invite us to their parties? Or ask us to sit with them at lunch? Or even say ‘hi’ to us in the hallway?”
Cassie didn’t answer.
“No, Mrs. M. The answer is no. After practice, they drove south in their Jeep Wagoneers and we drove north in Wanda’s Fiero, and that was it until the following afternoon.”
“You know, Tawny, I think they just didn’t know what to make of you,” Cassie offered. “I think they were intimidated by you. They didn’t think you’d want to go to their lame-ass parties.”
“That’s a load of bull, Mrs. M.”
“Tell me, did you ever say ‘hi’ to them in the hallway?”
Tawny scowled and looked out the window.
“Jiminy fucking Crickets, Tawny, you ran that team!” Cassie blurted, then looked around nervously and continued in a quieter voice. “They went to battle for you. They elected you their fucking captain!”
“Jeez, Mrs. M, watch the language!” Tawny turned and laughed, then paused and looked down at her hands, which had been unfolding and refolding her paper napkin without her realizing it.
“Tawny, you’re right,” Cassie said gently. “I don’t know what it felt like back then; only you get to decide that. But I’m telling you, right now, you can do better than waiting tables at the Rack O’Ribs. And the kids you’d be working with in the resource room? The ones people call ‘retards’? They’re outcasts, too. Maybe they need somebody to believe in them.”
“Ritardando,” Tawny whispered.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Ritardando,” Tawny repeated at normal volume, tossing her origami napkin aside. “In music. It means slowed down. From the Latin, ‘re-’ meaning ‘back’ and ‘tard’ meaning ‘slow’. ‘Retarded’ just means slow to develop.”
Cassie blinked a couple of times.
Tawny studied her fingernails for a moment, then quietly said, “Rent free, huh?”
“Yup, rent free.”
“Well, I— I guess I could give it a shot.”
“Wonderful; that’s all I’m asking.”
“Mrs. M?” Tawny looked up.
“Yes?”
“Can Wanda move in, too? She doesn’t have a place to stay either.”
“Jiminy!” Cassie laughed. “What are you two, a package deal?”
“Damn right,” Tawny snickered. “Buy one, get one free.”
“Oh, god!” Cassie groaned. “Does this mean I have to convince Superintendent Hutchinson to give her a job, too?”
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“I think that’s everything, ladies,” Kevin declared, exiting the cabin into the dooryard where Abby and Brandi were lounging in wooden armchairs. “Extra blankets are in the closet, towels are in the bathroom. You can use the woodstove—”
“Kev, it’s not even Labor Day yet,” Brandi interrupted with a yawn while idly twirling her long black hair around one finger and brushing a bug off her yellow tank-top.
“Right, but I want to tell you now so I don’t forget aboot anything and have you freezing your tits off six weeks from now on Thanksgiving.”
“Thanksgiving? In six weeks? That’s only the middle of October!” Brandi protested.
“He means Canadian Thanksgiving,” Abby explained.
“Dios mío,” Brandi muttered, rolling her eyes.
“Anyway,” Kevin continued, “there’s electric heat with a thermostat in each room.”
“Oh, well, that’s good,” Abby said with a nervous laugh as she ran her fingers through the bangs of her platinum blonde pixie cut, then shooed a fly off her purple tank-top. “I wasn’t quite sure what we’d gotten ourselves into.”
“Not to worry,” Kevin smiled. “We know you’ll need to spend your time doing schoolwork, not chopping wood. You’ll have all the modern luxuries: electric heat, hot and cold running water, a garburator in the kitchen—”
“A what?” Brandi hooted.
“Oh, what’s it called, the thing in the sink drain that grinds up your food waste.”
“A garbage disposal?” Abby guessed. “Ooh la la, fancy!”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“You know, I thought you guys spoke English in Canada,” Brandi snorted.
“Anyway,” Kevin soldiered on, “You won’t have to rake leaves or shovel snow or anything. I’ll take care of all that. Hopefully you’ll have enough free time to sit and enjoy the view of Lake Ossipee from these Muskoka chairs.”
“¡Ay Papi!” Brandi howled. “From the what?”
“Soary, the Adirondack chairs. We call ‘em Muskoka chairs in Ontario.”
“Fuckin’ Canadians,” Brandi sighed, shaking her head.
“Hey!” Abby protested with a laugh, kicking Brandi’s foot. “My Mémère and Pépère Devereaux were born in Canada.”
“I rest my case,” Brandi said smugly, with a twinkle in her eye.
The three of them relaxed and silently admired the scenery for a moment, Abby and Brandi in the Adirondack/Muskoka chairs and Kevin standing behind them, occasionally sneaking a peek down their shirts. The limbs of the trees began swaying and intermittently blocking their view of the lake.
“Brrr,” Abby said abruptly with a shiver. “It’s getting windy!”
“You’re not kidding,” Kevin agreed, nodding towards the iron-gray water. “It’s kicking up little whitecaps on the lake.”
At that second, a tremendous rumble of thunder rolled across the sky.
“Well, looks like summer’s over,” Brandi grumbled, reaching down to gather her things. “Let’s get inside before it hits. Come on! ¡Vámanos!”
Kevin began walking up the drive, explaining, “I should get back to the main house—” when cold, fat drops of rain appeared from nowhere and spattered the three of them.
“Putain!” Abby shrieked as she scrambled to grab her stuff and dashed for the door.
Brandi wasn’t far behind. “Kevin, come inside!” she pleaded from the doorway. “You’ll get soaked!”
Kevin had begun racing home but saw the wisdom in her words and turned back. The thirty seconds he had wasted were enough, however, and he was completely drenched by the time he reached the refuge of the cabin.
Abby had snagged two towels from the bathroom and tossed one to Brandi. “Kevin, get in the bathroom and take off those wet clothes!”
Kevin nodded, then dripped his way across the floor, closing the bathroom door behind him. Brandi and Abby toweled off their hair and shoulders as they went around and closed all the windows. Kevin emerged a moment later, rubbing his hair with one towel and with another towel wrapped around his waist.
“It’s really coming down,” he commented, peering out the window over the kitchen sink.
Brandi sidled up behind him. “You know what else is coming down? This towel!” She yanked it from his waist, revealing his bare buns and giving them a playful snap with the towel.
Kevin, laughing, looked over his shoulder in time to see Abby crisscrossing her arms before peeling her wet tank-top up over her head and exposing her ripe tits. Brandi dropped the towel and whipped off her tank-top as well, then shook her tits to give Kevin a little show.
Abby stepped closer. “Kev, remember that night we sucked your dick before you fucked Tawny’s tight little ass?”
Kevin snorted and began stroking his cock while still at the sink. “Yeah, it was three nights ago. I think I remember.”
“Well, you got to cum,” Abby continued, “but we didn’t.”
“Yeah, fair’s fair, Kev!” Brandi huffed.
Kevin turned to face them, still lightly fondling his stiffening cock. “Well, let’s move to one of the beds and see what we can do aboot that. Uh, I don’t suppose either of you has a condom?”
The girls looked at each other for a second, then shook their heads. “Nope,” Abby conceded. “But I’m sure we can work something out.”
Soon, Brandi was lying on her back while Abby straddled Brandi’s face with her ass against the wrought iron headboard. Kevin was at the foot of the bed with his head between Brandi’s legs.
“Oh yeah, baby…” Abby cooed, gripping the ironwork behind her as Brandi ground her mouth against her gash. “You always know just what I like.”
Kevin was intrigued by that comment but chose to stay focused on the matter at hand—well, tongue, as he hadn’t begun using his hands yet—and was about to begin licking Brandi’s pussy.
“Wait, Kev,” Abby directed him. “Kiss her thighs first.”
Kevin smiled wickedly and retreated, following his marching orders to the letter. He kissed and nuzzled his way up Brandi’s thighs, and she moaned into Abby’s crotch.
“See, Kev,” Abby panted, leaning forward like the figurehead of a ship with her dazzling tits jutting out over the sea. “Whatever you do to her gets passed through to me.”
“Daisy chain,” Brandi added in a muffled voice.
“N-Now kiss around the outside of h-her—Ooh!” Abby commanded shakily.
Kevin traced the lines of Brandi’s labia with small kisses as her slit began to open. He flicked out his tongue and her wetness mingled with his.
“Okay, y-you can t-take it from h-here,” Abby shuddered as she rubbed her clit with one hand, holding onto the bedframe for dear life with the other.
Kevin jabbed his tongue into Brandi’s cunt and tongue-fucked her as she writhed and arched her back, clenching the quilt in her fists. Sliding up, he flickered his tongue against her clit, causing her to emit a low scream into Abby’s juicy pussy.
“Do it, Kevin!” Abby squealed. “M-Make me cum!”
Kevin responded by slipping one, two, then three fingers into Brandi’s elastic cunt, slowly pounding her pussy with his digits in a triangular formation while licking her joy buzzer, slowly increasing both pressure and frequency.
Brandi inhaled a lungful of air, then grabbed Abby’s thighs near her ears and buried her face in Abby’s snatch, burrowing and snuffling as she reached her own crescendo and keened a muted wail, sending Abby over the edge as well.
“Oh, Kevin! Brandi! Fuuuck!” she whimpered as her orgasm coursed through her body. Kevin, moving his thumb to Brandi’s clit, clambered forward and lurched upwards, meeting Abby’s lips with his in a passionate, Brandi-flavored kiss.
Brandi tap-tap-tapped Abby’s thigh, and Abby raised her ass slightly, allowing Brandi to gasp some fresh air into her lungs. Abby rolled off and lay face down on the bed in a daze with one arm draped to the floor.
Kevin arose and drank in the scene: Brandi’s raven hair strewn across the pillow, her breasts heaving and glowing with a sheen of sweat, her curved hips and dark triangle of fur above her pleasure palace, her long tanned legs and smooth feet. Abby’s exhausted face in profile partly hidden beneath her blonde bangs, the curve of her back and saucy white bum, her tangle of arms and legs as she groaned in the aftermath of cosmic bliss.
Brandi was the first to break the silence, hoisting herself up and leaning back on her elbows.
“You’re looking a bit limp there, Kev.”
“Well, I’ve been focused on other things,” he replied mildly.
Brandi beckoned him with the crook of a finger. “Get over here and let me spit-shine that thing.”
Kevin approached the head of the bed and Brandi leaned over and took his semi-soft dick into her mouth, working it over and feeling it grow longer and thicker by the second.
With superhuman effort, Abby managed to open one eye. “Hey, no fair.” She rolled off the bed onto the floor with a thud, then crawled around to the other side and knelt on a small braided rug by Kevin’s feet. He withdrew his erect cock from Brandi’s pouting lips and turned to face Abby, who dove onto his dick and bobbed her head vigorously all along its length.
Brandi slid out of the bed and knelt on Kevin’s other side. “Hey, Kev,” she vamped. “Wanna fuck these tits?”
Abby popped her mouth off Kevin’s dick with a laugh and smacked him on the ass. “Go for it, stud.”
Brandi drooled a long string of spit between her enticing titties, then Kevin slid his cock between them with a long groan. Slicing up and down, he humped her hot air balloons for a moment before Abby spat onto her own chest and cleared her throat theatrically.
“Ahem, Kev…” she purred, batting her eyelashes and presenting her glistening globes to him.
Kevin bent down and gave Brandi a kiss before reclaiming his rod and plunging it between Abby’s burnished bosoms. Brandi stood up and began licking and sucking Kevin’s nipples, and he hissed his approval while continuing to fuck Abby’s tits. After a couple of minutes, Brandi spoke up.
“You know,” she began as she knelt again. “I think we can double the pleasure, double the fun.” And with that, she faced Abby and squashed their tits together, forming a curved diamond shape in the center. “Wanna fuck that?” she laughed.
Kevin’s eyes goggled at the sight, but he quickly recovered and poked his pecker up through the aperture, boldly banging both babes’ beautiful boobs.
After a few minutes of recording the scene in his mental archives, Kevin reached his breaking point. “C-Can I cum on your tits?” he gulped.
“You’d better paint both pairs, Kev,” Brandi growled.
“That’s right,” Abby added petulantly. “Remember, fair’s fair!”
Kevin nodded his head shakily, flicking a drop of sweat off the tip of his nose. “Y-You got it…”
“Time to make the donuts!” Brandi barked, squeezing her tits together. “Now glaze these fuckin' Munchkins!”
Abby looked at Kevin and bit her lip, pressing her tits tighter against Brandi’s.
Sweat dripped from Kevin’s brow as he jackhammered his cock into the holy hypocycloid, frantically fucking the four fat fistfuls of firm flesh before him. With a roar, he finally jettisoned his payload of jism, shooting it straight up into the air, seemingly in slow-motion, as both girls followed its path in wide-eyed wonder. The slimy semen splattered all over Abby and Brandi’s bodacious boobs as they giggled with glee.
"Holy Timbits," Kevin groaned as his softening cock slid out from between the girls' slippery spheres.
“I’ve never heard that one before,” Abby remarked before starting to lick the cum that covered Brandi’s chest.
“Who knows with this fuckin’ Canuck?” Brandi snickered, then took a turn cleaning Abby’s cum-coated cuties.
Kevin staggered back and plopped onto the bed as the two girls knelt on the braided rug, thrashing their tongues together and swapping spermy spit.
“Kev, don’t get cum on that blanket,” Brandi ordered, pulling away from Abby momentarily. “We still haven’t decided whose bed is whose.”
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