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He immediately turned around. There was no door between the dining room/kitchen area and the living room, so he knocked on the door frame. "Um, Mrs. Pestridge? You wanted to see me?"

"Yes I did, Alan," Suzanne answered. "Come on in."

He walked in and looked around as if it was his first time there. He tried to pretend that Suzanne and Xania were normal teachers even though they were basically naked except for some black leather on their arms and legs.

Suzanne said, "You know Dr. Goodleigh. She's here to help me administer your punishment today."

"What did I do?" he asked. "No one's told me why I was being sent here."

Xania spoke to him. "It has come to the school's attention about your sexual exploits. It seems that you've been spreading your seed far and wide."

"And without using protection most of the time, I might add," Suzanne butted in. "Half of the beautiful female students and teachers in this school are liable to give birth in nine months to a new generation of Plummers."

"Is that the problem, that I've been having unprotected sex too recklessly?" he asked with pretend worry.

"Hardly," Xania snorted, getting into her role. "That's just the tip of the iceberg. You see, we know EVERYthing. We know you've been fornicating and fraternizing with Heather Morgan and the rest of her cheerleading squad. We also know that you've tamed the pussies of every single one of them."

"And how is that a problem?" he asked. "Is it a crime to have sex with Heather just because she's such a bitch? Everyone knows what a bitch she is, but I'll have you know that I'm doing the school a favor keeping her dazed by keeping her ass thoroughly stuffed."

"Mind your language with me, young man," Xania growled menacingly, not knowing the term "young man" was never used in the house out of respect for Glory's use of it. "I said every single one of them. Every. Single. One. Do you recall a certain cheerleader by the name of Katherine PLUMMER?"

"Ah. Oh shit. Um..." He felt real shock to hear that pointed out.

"Again, watch your language," Suzanne said this time. She picked up a ruler and held it menacingly. "Although in this case, the use of the word 'shit' is apt because you're in a shitload of trouble, if I may be so vulgar. But it gets worse. We also know about your mother. That's right. Alan Plummer, star student, has been having incestuous relations of the vilest nature with both his mother AND his sister. Disgusting!"

He was starting to believe the role-play now. He'd always held a deep fear that something like this would happen, that he would be publicly found out for the forbidden and possibly even illegal sexual relationships he had. Because the fear was so real, he didn't have to pretend to be frightened.

Xania continued ominously, "But there's more. Ms. Gloria Rhymer. Poor Ms. Rhymer. You've beguiled and tamed her with your big cock and have led her astray from her role as teacher. Thanks to your notoriously sweet seed, you've brought shame upon the whole school by the way you make her guzzle down your cum nearly every day for lunch. I have half a mind to fire her today."

He lurched forward in shock. This was getting increasingly real for him, despite a certain level of sexual innuendo and absurdity the other two were carefully maintaining. "You can't! You wouldn't! Please don't!"

Xania said, "I can! And I just might. I really should for the good of the school board. They don't like scandal."

Suzanne took over. "Well... That all depends on you and how obedient you are, starting right now. But there's more. We know all about your use of the theater room. We've been collecting evidence there for weeks. We've watched hours and hours of disturbingly arousing video of you taking your slutty cheerleader bitches in there and having your way with them. We've seen you pound their sweet pussies, not to mention all their other holes, for hours on end until they're too tired to beg for more. Sometimes we've been forced to watch some of your more intense sex sessions repeatedly, late into the night, just to fully understand all of the horrible things you're capable of."

She straightened up and angrily jabbed a finger at him. "Using school property for your sordid ends, and half the time it's been during school hours, I might add. But truancy is the least of your worries."

He cowered with increasing nervousness. The cowering was an act, but the nervousness was not. "There's more?"

"There is," Xania said ominously. "I can't even begin to count your crimes. For instance, while it's technically not a school violation, Mrs. Pestridge and I are appalled at the way you've flouted the institution of marriage, porking virtually every sexy, big-titted woman you meet, whether she's married or not."

He started to say, "I haven't really done that many married-"

"SILENCE!" Suzanne slammed her ruler down, causing everyone in the room to jump, including Susan. "You will only speak when you are told to. But what bothers Dr. Goodleigh and me is the way you have mocked the two of us personally."

Now he was confused. "What do you mean, Mrs. Pestridge?"

"I mean, you're probably single-handedly responsible for a new Orange County baby boom, and yet you've passed right on by Dr. Goodleigh and me. Why do I never hear the orgasmic screams of my esteemed colleague here echoing down the school halls? Why do I never see HER naked body lying sprawled out, spread-eagled and dripping with cum, on the table in the middle of the teacher's lounge? Why haven't you tamed US, and added us to your harem? Are we not good enough for you?"

Xania added, "Even though you have both of us as teachers, why for instance, did you never come to MY class after school, rip every button off my blouse, bend me over my desk, and ride my sweet ass with that thick cock of yours for hours on end? Why have you not made me scream for more until I'm too hoarse to speak? Answer me that!"

Suzanne groused, "Starting today, things around here are going to change, I know that much. Oh yes." She raised an eyebrow and stared him down menacingly.

Alan couldn't help but smile. Things had been getting too serious with the other accusations, so he was happy for some more tongue in cheek sexual playfulness. He remembered all over again how naked they both were, and his gaze wandered all over their voluptuous bodies. His dick had been on the verge of going flaccid, but it sprang back to life.

Still, he said seriously, "Mrs. Pestridge, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize."

She replied in exasperation, "Didn't realize? When did that ever stop you before? If you see a woman you want, it's usually a matter of hours before she's screaming your name at the top of her lungs and your cum is drooling out of her battered pussy. Why not the two of us? Did we do something to offend you? Perhaps, we're not quote, Alan-worthy, unquote?" She made mocking quote marks with her fingers in the air as she said that. "I can't see why that would be, though. Look at Dr. Goodleigh, for instance. Really look at her! That's an order."

Xania stepped forward. She was already wearing nothing more than black leather gloves up her arms, dark stockings on her legs, and black high heels. As she ran her hands all over her body, she said in a seductively self-assured tone, "Alan, you have to admit that I'm hot. It's just a fact. A body like mine deserves to be fucked by the best. Which means you."

She then suggestively spread her legs a little bit and started fingering her pussy from in front, and her ass crack too. That made her hips gently rock and her breathing quicken ever so slightly. "From now on, whenever you get a note from me excusing you from one of your classes, you WILL go to the theater room and you WILL pound my hungry holes until I'm dizzy from cumming so many times that I lose count. Is that CLEAR?!" Her voice grew suddenly menacing.

"Yes, ma'am," he cowered dejectedly again, though in fact he was loving her "threat."

Then Suzanne stepped forward and showed herself off in much the same manner. In fact, she looked remarkably similar to Xania, in part because she was wearing leather in nearly the exact same places. Part of their strategy to arouse him was to appear almost like twins. Still holding the ruler, she began stroking it all over her ivory skin.

"Alan, what Dr. Goodleigh says goes double for me. You've already done what it takes to get into a good college. Now I think we can find more enjoyable ways for you to pass the rest of your senior year, don't you think?"

He decided not to answer, but just watch.

Suzanne slowly brought the ruler to her moist red lips and began sucking on it, acting as if she was about to give it a blowjob. Then she pushed her breasts together with her upper arms and slid the ruler down into her tight cleavage.

He was having so much fun watching her that he nearly forgot about Xania. But he looked her way and noticed she was still standing next to Suzanne and putting on her own equally sexy show (although she didn't have a prop like a ruler to help her out).

Suzanne continued, while running the ruler over her firm belly, "We're going to make a deal with Ms. Rhymer. Together, the three of us will put you in a special education program. A very hands-on, practical, sex education class. Your grade will be based entirely on how well-fucked you can keep the three of us, together and separately. Is that clear? We'll hold class all day in the theater room wearing nothing but high heels, since everyone knows you love them so much. We'll allow Heather, Amy, and Katherine to come in for occasional 'extra credit' projects, just to show that we can share. Does that sound good to you, assuming we're worthy?"

He found himself thinking, Just imagine if Xania and Suzanne were teachers along with Glory. I imagine it's technically possible, but if it were to really happen everyone would be too busy staring and no one would ever get any work done. It would be like Porn Star High School. The sight of these two shameless flirts strutting up and down the school halls in their tight skirts, dark stockings, and low cut tops, licking their lips with those long lizard tongues that are perfectly designed for cocksucking... Damn, that sounds good, not that the reality of what I do at school is all that shabby!

He asked, "All day? But don't all three of you have to teach other classes?"

Suzanne slammed the ruler into her open palm, creating a loud smack sound. "WE'RE the ones asking the questions around here! Now, answer us!"

He said, "Wow. You're definitely very worthy. I don't know, I guess I was just busy. It's hard to explain. I mean, fucking my sister and mother is pretty much a full time job. But I'd, uh, be happy to make it up to you right now. Let me fuck you both." Though he was still freaked out from being "exposed," he was also very much enjoying himself.

Xania looked at Suzanne with disgust. "Now, he says he'll make it up to us." She turned her wrath back on Alan. "Where have you been these last months when I've been wearing out dildo after dildo screaming your name? Do you have any idea how many times my husband has asked me who the hell Alan is? Your promise to hammer both of our talented pussies with your big battering ram, sounds tempting, and we'll certainly accept. But that hardly gets you off the hook, young man. You still have to make up for your rude and inattentive behavior. Wouldn't you agree, Mrs. Pestridge?"

"Absolutely, Dr. Goodleigh. Alan Evan Plummer, it's time to take your punishment. Bend over and bare yourself to the waist. Better yet, bare yourself completely." Suzanne's eyes glittered with lust. "Prepare to receive one hundred spankings for your many and varied crimes."