Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  I was so happy when I heard him say that he didn’t want to use birth control with me. Admittedly he thought I was unconscious when he told me this, but I knew that deep down it meant he really wanted to have babies with me. I was over the moon and loved it when I felt all that hot semen drenching my fertile depths.

  It wasn’t enough sperm, though! I wasted so much of my money on pregnancy tests, and all the right vitamins and minerals to give myself the best chance of conceiving. Nothing! To top it all off, the next time he came into my room at night he wasted his wonderful cum up my ass! That’s not how you make babies! Grrr!

  Then, as if all that wasn’t enough, the very next Monday when I went to school I learned that I was going to fail math and maybe not graduate. I was sent home with a note saying that the principal wanted to arrange a meeting with my Mom and Michael as soon as possible to discuss options for me to retake my final year.

  I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go to college, I mean what I wanted most was to have Michael’s babies, which would make college difficult. I was sure that I didn’t want to sit through another year of high school, and I wanted to at least have the option of going to college. It hurt to potentially have that decision taken out of my hands, and I was already in tears when I walked through the front door.

  It turned out that Michael was the only one home at that moment and I ran to his arms and buried my face in his chest as he tried to find out what was wrong. I sobbed wordlessly and shoved the crumpled up note into his hand before hiding my face against his shirt again, my tears making a big wet patch on him.

  “Hmmm,” he said.

  “What am I going to do, Daddy?”

  “You really want this to go away?”

  “Yes! Can it?” I dared to hope.

  “Your principal was actually in my class back in school, I know him pretty well. I’ve got an idea. I’ll give him a call tomorrow and see what I can do. I don’t think your Mom needs to know about this yet, do you?”

  “No! No, she doesn’t! Thank you, Daddy!”

  That was the beginning of a really strange week at school. My math teacher never mentioned the note I’d been sent home with, but he made a point of pausing near me as he wandered between desks. Whenever I looked up, he was always eyeing the hem of my skirt, or looking down the shirt of my school uniform. I felt his eyes on me every time I went to his class, way more than usual. It made me feel all tingly between my legs, to tell the truth.

  Not only that, but I was summoned to the Principal’s office twice that week. It wasn’t for disciplinary reasons, or to talk about resitting my final year. It seemed he wanted to talk about things like my past boyfriends, and did I remember that time he caught me making out with Johnny behind the bike shed. It was, hands down, the weirdest school week of my life.

  Michael said that he’d spoken to the Principal, Mr. Coburn, but he wouldn’t know if I was off the hook until the weekend, I just had to sit tight and wait. When Friday night came and my Mom left for a girls’ night out, still oblivious to my academic plight, Michael had one more requirement besides waiting. He said I had to make sure I drank my hot chocolate that night and I had to sleep in my school uniform.

  “But why, Daddy?” I asked.

  “For luck, princess. We find out tomorrow if you need to wear it for another year or not. Call me superstitious if you want, but please just do it, OK?”

  “OK,” I said.

  I knew I was going to have a good night when he mentioned the hot chocolate, but never in a million years could I have suspected exactly what his plan was for helping me out of a tricky situation. I felt kind of silly trying to sleep in my school uniform, the skirt kept on riding up, and knee socks aren’t meant for sleeping in at the best of times.

  Nevertheless, with my half-cup of hot chocolate working its magic, I soon felt like I was immersed in warm, breathable, water. So comfortable, it made everything just kind of fade away. Before I knew it I was fast asleep, dreaming I could fly.

  After spending a while gliding over my town, seeing what it looked like from the air, I decided to get a bit closer to the earth and visit some of my friends. For some reason, I couldn’t quite get my feet on the ground, so I was knocking on windows trying to get people to let me in. I would knock several times and then listen to see if they had heard me.

  No matter what window I went to, nobody answered, until I tried knocking on my own window. The curtains were shut but I could hear voices from behind the glass, talking too quietly for me to pick out the words. I listened even closer, finally recognising Michael’s voice.

  “I’m telling you, she won’t wake up. She can take it anywhere you want to put it, just make sure you don’t cum in her pussy, that’s mine.”

  “Can she… you know… deepthroat?”

  That voice belonged to Mr. Roydon, my math teacher! Why was I dreaming about him?

  “As long as you let her breathe a bit, I bet she can. She can’t stop you if you want to try,” Michael answered.

  “What about anal? I’ve wanted to fuck her ass ever since I caught her behind the bike sheds. Always thought it was such a waste that her body would only be enjoyed by the boys her age that can’t last ten seconds.”

  Mr. Coburn too? Were they talking about me?

  “That I can definitely vouch for, you can bareback that ass all you want. You all brought your own lube right?”

  Affirmations were murmured and I heard the shuffling of feet. Even though I was still floating outside the window I could now hear as clearly as if I was right in there with the three men as they discussed just where in my body they wanted to put their dicks. The more I thought about it, the more sure I was that they were talking about me. Hadn’t Mr. Coburn just that week brought up catching me behind the bike sheds?

  “Gentlemen, allow me to introduce the evening’s entertainment, and show you a sight that will not be seen around the school halls next year, as per our agreement.”

  I felt a strange sensation, as if the air outside my window suddenly got colder and looked down to find that I wasn’t floating twelve feet above the ground anymore, I was standing on the stage in my school hall, totally naked as the entire school stared at me in astonishment. I had only a few seconds to blush at how I had managed to forget to dress myself before everything went black and I felt myself back in my bed.

  Perhaps back ‘on’ my bed would have been a more accurate description, as I realised that my covers had just been whisked away, exposing my sleeping body dressed in full school uniform. I heard somebody whistle appreciatively, and felt myself blush slightly.

  “This girl is just too hot,” Mr. Roydon said. “It’s no wonder none of the boys can concentrate in class. Who could blame them? I have trouble concentrating myself.”

  “Who’s first?” Mr. Coburn asked.

  “First? No, there’s no time for that, Claire isn’t going to be out all night, we’ve got to go all at once and have her all cleaned up by 1a.m at the absolute latest. It won’t be the first time we’ve shared, Mitch.”

  “Yeah, prom night was fun,” Mr. Coburn agreed. “Enough talk, then, let’s make this little tease earn her graduation.”

  The mattress shifted under me as three different men climbed aboard, and all of a sudden I felt no less than six hands roaming all over my body, taking liberties I had only intended to let my Daddy take. If I had been able to, I would have gulped. There were more cocks in the room than I had even taken inside me in my whole life, were they all going to fuck me?

  Somebody’s hands undid a middle button on my shirt and slipped inside, squeezing my small breasts through my bra, as others pulled my legs apart and began stroking my inner thighs. I had no way of knowing who was doing what, the sedative that Michael had given me keeping me completely immobilised and unable to open my eyes. I listened intently, trying to get a fix on who was where.

  A finger pushed past my lips and into the hot and wet confines of my mouth, thrusting in and out as if it was a cock pounding a puss
y. I heard somebody directly above my head let out a breath, presumably in appreciation of the sight, before I heard my math teacher whisper to me.

  “I’ve wanted to see my cock in your mouth ever since you walked into my class, you little slut. I hope you can hear this, I hope you’re dreaming about me,” he said.

  So it was Mr. Roydon at near my head! That left Mr. Coburn and Daddy to figure out, but they weren’t saying anything, each apparently just concentrating on whatever part of my body they could reach.

  The hands squeezing my tits retraced through the gap to continue unbuttoning my shirt, finally pulling each side apart to reveal my taut stomach and bra.

  “Fuck I love this school uniform,” Mr. Coburn said. “You don’t know how hard I had to fight to keep the prudes from making the skirt ankle length.”

  Aha! So Mr. Coburn was groping my little teen chest. That meant it was indeed Daddy between my legs, and I was happy with the knowledge. Now that I knew who was where, I let myself relax. I couldn’t do anything, so I might as well enjoy it. Apparently this was how I was going to graduate high school, so it was a small price to pay anyway.

  Mr. Roydon took his finger out of my mouth as Mr. Coburn shoved his hands behind my back to feel for the clasp to my bra, finding it quickly and releasing the constrictive underwear. I would have sighed in relief if I could, sleeping in a bra was probably the most uncomfortable part about going to bed in school uniform.

  If I had been able to sigh, it probably would have been cut off short, as Mr. Roydon lowered his mouth to mine, forcing my lips apart as he kissed me. Moving his head slightly from side to side as he sucked at my lips and working his jaw, he slowly forced my mouth wide open until I was being kissed deeper than I ever had been before.

  Some of my friends had told me about the back seat sessions they’d had with their boyfriends, how they’d felt like a tongue was being shoved down their throats. I’d never experienced it when I could move, but Mr. Roydon sure gave it to me right there when I was unable to pull back. Never in my life had I been kissed so deep as the older man probed my mouth with the urgency of one who thought he had just a small window of opportunity to take what he wanted most in life.

  I was so flattered at the thought that I began to mind the rough kiss much less, taking it instead for the compliment it actually was. He had always been a great teacher, friendly and helpful. He was hot as hell for an older guy too, why shouldn’t he ever get what he wanted? I wished I could swirl my tongue around his to let him know he was as welcome in my mouth as even my Daddy.

  My bra was pulled out of the way, but not completely off, exposing my little bumps to my principal, who wasted no time in taking one of my hard nipples into his mouth. I wanted to shiver in pleasure when I felt his hot tongue flicking back and forth across my sensitive pink tip, push against him to make the fire he was stoking grow even quicker, but all I could do was lie there and take it.

  Mr. Roydon broke off his wonderfully deep kiss and I felt the mattress move under me again when he stood up. The sound of rustling clothes and a zip followed as he apparently undressed himself. I had no chance to really ponder what he was doing, though, as I felt Michael reach under my skirt and pull my pristine white schoolgirl panties down until they were just hanging from one ankle.

  I remembered what Michael had said about only him being allowed to cum in my pussy and my heart leapt with joy. I was saving my high school graduation and getting another shot of a wonderful new life with Daddy all at once. What could be better?

  Mr. Coburn alternated between sucking each of my tits, using his hand to pinch and roll whatever nipple he wasn’t slurping on at any given moment. Michael began kissing my thighs from the top of my knee socks towards my slit and I wanted to scream encouragement.

  Lick my tight little pussy, Daddy!

  Once again, if I had have been able to yell such a thing, it probably would have been cut off by Mr. Roydon. As the thought screamed through my head, I felt the mattress move when the math teacher knelt on it a moment before I felt his finger back in my mouth, not thrusting this time, but lowering my jaw to open my lips wide again.

  A cock fatter than I had ever felt before slid into my mouth, I couldn’t believe how wide he had to pry my jaws open just to accommodate himself. The very tip of his cock was smeared with his pre-cum and when I felt contact on my tongue I heard him groan with what sounded almost like relief, as if some huge weight had been taken off his shoulders.

  “At last, Beth, at last,” he said.

  The head of his cock met the back of my throat at the same moment that I felt one of Michael’s fingers lightly tracing the pink folds of my outer labia, touching so tenderly that he was almost tickling my pussy. It was sweet torture. I was more than tied up, or handcuffed, forced to stay still when all I wanted to do was suck Mr. Roydon’s cock like the little slut he had said I was, and impale myself on Michael’s finger, to feel it in my tight teen tunnel.

  Mr. Roydon pushed harder with his hips, letting go of my jaw to hold my head with both hands as he tried to force his way into my throat. His cock was so fat that it didn’t seem possible that he could fit inside me and finally I felt him relax slightly.

  “I don’t think she can take it,” he said.

  From between my legs I felt Michael raise his head from the well-teased pussy he was observing and respond.

  “I don’t hear her complaining, Jim. Get it in there, I bet you’ll be glad you did.”

  Michael lowered his head again and I felt Mr. Roydon begin assaulting the back of my throat with renewed energy. Finally, after teasing me for what seemed like an eternity, I felt the tip of Michael’s tongue reach out and give my clit a playful flick. The combined sensations of mouths on my nipples and my most sensitive area of all made me utter a tiny involuntary squeak of pleasure.

  I didn’t know if the squeak made my throat relax a bit or something, but Mr. Roydon’s big dick slipped into my throat immediately afterwards and began invading my neck with its massive girth. Even the incredible feeling of my Step-Father’s flickering tongue across my clit couldn’t distract me from the mind-blowing feeling of the gargantuan cock that I could never have even considered taking in normal-waking-life.

  Judging by the thickness I thought it was going to on and on forever but, mercifully, I soon felt his balls resting against the side of my face. He was thicker than I had dreamed possible, but not as long as my Daddy. I just hoped he remembered what Michael had said about letting me breathe.

  “Holy shit, this girl looks good with a dick in her,” Mr. Coburn paused in his tit-sucking to comment.

  As I became somewhat more accustomed to the huge invader in my face I was better able to concentrate on what was going on between my legs. Michael’s rough stubble tickled my inner thighs as he vigorously licked and sucked at my pussy and clit, making me want to clamp them closed to keep his head in place.

  Mercifully, Mr. Roydon did seem to have my survival as a priority and regularly pulled his cock back to make sure I could catch my breath before shoving it back into my throat. Each time he did so it was easier and I thought that by the end of this session I’d be able to deepthroat any man in the world. I was so proud of myself!

  Michael inserted a finger inside my pussy and, after a few thrusts that got it nice and slick with my juices, began gently stroking the front wall with a ‘come here’ gesture, hitting my g-spot with military precision. It was all too much for me to handle and I felt the orgasm that had been threatening for several minutes finally cascade over some cliff like a waterfall of bliss.

  The tip of Mr. Roydon’s cock happened to be in my mouth at the moment I came and he was on the receiving end of a series of moans directly on the sensitive head as my back arched, pushing my chest against Mr. Coburn’s face.

  While nigh-on indescribable pleasure rebounded all through my body, Mr. Coburn leaned back, apparently to watch as his non-star student came right in front of him.

  “I can’t wait any more,” h
e said, leaving my breasts temporarily unattended.

  I felt my bed move underneath me once more when my principal stood up and I heard a similar rustling of clothes as when Mr. Roydon had disrobed. It wasn’t long before he was back and I felt something small and cold inserted into my ass before a huge quantity of what seemed like freezing jelly was squirted up my back passage, making me want to scream in surprise.

  My Step-Father pulled back from my still-quivering slit and made way for my principal, who bunched my skirt up around my waist before, with some difficulty, lifting my body up so he could shuffle under me. Even while he was still adjusting his position, before he started pushing, the writing was on the wall. The tip of his cock was pressed ominously against my asshole, as if it was aiming itself. I hoped he didn’t have as fat a cock as Mr. Roydon, or I might be split in half.

  Finally, when I was lying on him like a very narrow mattress, I felt him raise his knees between mine and then spread them wide open. I wondered if my Daddy was watching as my principal splayed me and started pushing his cock past my involuntarily-clenched asshole.

  At first it felt like he must have been every bit as thick as Mr. Roydon, but when the head of his cock finally forced its way inside my well-lubricated back passage, I realised that he was not even as thick as Michael, the initial discomfort was just from the fact that I had, as far as I knew, only been fucked in the ass once, and I supposed it takes a bit of practice to take a cock back there with ease.

  As his entire length slid into me I vowed to myself that I would do my best to get that practice, it felt so good to be the literal centre of attention as I got fucked from either end by my surprise cocks. With all the squelching sounds coming from my mouth and ass, the heavy breathing by my math teacher and principal, I couldn’t hear what Michael was doing. I hoped he was going to bring out the special vibrator he had used on me last time, while he waited for a change of positions so he could fuck my pussy.

  What he actually did was so much better, and through the haze of cock-pounding I did my best to concentrate when I felt the mattress move under the addition of another man. Michael moved between my legs and I felt the tip of something pushing at my soaking wet pussy. At first I thought it was the vibrator, just switched off, but when I felt that it was warm and just too close to the real thing to be anything but the real thing, I realised I had three cocks inside me all at once.