This is a follow up to "How it Was" Ch.1-6 so it might make a bit more sense if you read those ones first, as it makes references to characters and situations in the earlier chapters. I think you can stroke to it without that information, but I recommend reading at least Ch. 6 for clarity.
This story is pure fiction written to explore sexual fantasies without the moral and ethical constraints of real life. It purposefully ignores real world consequences of unprotected sex with multiple random partners. In your non-fiction life, you should obviously take suitable precautions and treat people with respect.
CW: This story contains some depictions of rough sex.
If you are not legal age to read erotic fiction, please leave now and do not continue reading. For everyone else, I hope that you enjoy it and have fun. Constructive feedback is welcome.
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I was vibrating with anticipation as Mr. Walters led me down the stone path to the gate, behind which I could hear murmurs of animated conversation, laughter, and music. He opened it with a smile and revealed a huge yard, with a perfectly manicured lawn, a wide stone patio surrounding a kidney shaped pool, and terraced cedar decks stepping up to huge glass doors leading into the house. The patio overlooked a meadow of wildflowers that sloped down to the river about a half mile away. The last rays of the sunset lit up the entire scene in vibrant pinks and oranges.
Mr. Walters nudged me, directing my gaze towards some equally interesting scenery. There was a group of people beside the pool, dressed casually, drinking and talking. A tall blond woman moved nimbly around the group with a tray of drinks and hors d'oeuvres.
They were mostly men dressed in tight shirts and pants. I recognized the host, Ron Wilkins and the deputy, who was already trading an empty highball glass for a refill, leering at the server and running his hand over her ass. There were also a few guys from school, like Wesley Freeman from the track team, Sam Mitchell who was Mr. Walters's top biology student, and Brendon Green, a varsity linebacker who had graduated a few years ago. Standing beside Mr. Robinson, who wore a tight blue polo shirt and snug white slacks, was Chuck Wallace, the gorgeous star of every drama production and the president of student council.
A sly grin crossed Mr. Robinson's lips as I approached the group, and I could feel my cock strain against my jeans at the thought of all this luscious man-flesh. I realized that Mr. Robinson had an entire harem of young dudes that he had ensnared in his seductive web, and I thought of Craig and the hints he had dropped during our confrontation. I was definitely not the only one the vice principal was feeding his cock to.
As I joined them, I noticed Craig wasn't in the group yet, but there were a few others I also recognized. Mr. Walters slid up beside Ms. Jones, the school secretary who stood to the left of Mr. Robinson. Her blouse was cut so that the deep cleft between her perfectly tanned breasts was on prominent display. Mr. Walters's hand draped over her shoulder, and he winked at me as he gave her tits a little jiggle. She laughed and glanced at me with a knowing smile.
Standing shyly between our host and Wesley Freeman was the student-teacher, Ms. Dixon. She was in a dark red halter top that set off her shoulder length black hair and grey-green eyes which were staring longingly at Ms. Jones. It occurred to me that maybe Mr. Robinson wasn't the only one in the main office on the prowl for young playmates.
On the other side of the group, between Brendan Green and the deputy, was Lisa Northrop, her long red hair pulled into twin ponytails, wearing a tight white t-shirt and extremely short cut-offs. She was on the cheerleading squad, and I had heard quite a few stories about her after-game activities but had always figured they were mostly lies. Seeing her now, in this company, made me re-estimate these rumors. If half of them were true, she might be as cock hungry as I was.
Lisa met my gaze and waggled her eyebrows, then pulled Brendon towards the pool, stripping off her shirt and shorts to reveal a skimpy white bikini. He followed eagerly, yanking his shirt over his head to reveal a thick torso tapering into his Bermuda shorts. The sight of his dark brown skin and rippling back muscles made my breath catch. They were laughing and pushing each other as they splashed into the pool, and I found myself following, my jeans and t-shirt in a crumpled pile on the deck as I adjusted my hard cock in my Speedos.
The evening's activities had left me with an aching, leaking erection, and I enjoyed Brendan's assessing looks as I slowly moved down the steps into the surprisingly warm water. They continued their horseplay for a few minutes, then the three of us started batting around an inflatable beach ball. Lisa and I began to play "monkey in the middle" with Brendan, tossing the ball over his head and just out of his reach. The game only lasted about a minute or so before Brendan dove beneath the water and swam towards Lisa.
He sprang out of the water with his bulging arms around her thighs, lifting her up over his head, and then dunking her into the water. She came up sputtering and he backed her against the edge of the pool. One of her breasts had slipped free of her bikini and the large pink areole and nipple rubbed against his ribs. I could see that his right hand was moving below the water and she got a far away look in her eyes, bracing herself against his wide shoulders.
Lisa's white bikini bottom floated to the water's surface, and she began rocking back and forth on his hand, moans escaping her pouty pink lips. He lifted her easily and deposited her on the pool deck, his muscled frame dwarfing hers, her pale skin glowing against his dark complexion. She lay there with her legs open, a faint wisp of red hair dark above her vulva. She reached own and rubbed herself as Brendan moved between her thighs, planting his face directly on her pussy.
I realized I was staring, wishing it was me laying on the deck with this big linebacker between my legs, slightly jealous of Lisa's feminine wiles. I moved closer, fascinated by the two of them. I could smell her arousal and see Brendan's tongue working her thick lips. My hip bumped against Brendan's thigh, and I drew in a shaky breath at the feel of the muscles rippling there.
He pushed two fingers into her and began chewing at the top of her slit, I tentatively ran my hand over his back and around his abdomen. He hooked his ankle around my calf and pulled me closer. My hands roamed over his chest, his nipples, then slid down to his waist, grasping the erection tenting his baggy shorts. I rubbed him through the fabric while he ate Lisa, causing him to moan into her. She sat up on her elbows and looked down at me with bright eyes as I reached into his shorts and gripped him, stroking his shaft lightly.
