Chapter 1160: Roleplay Games

Chapter 1160: Roleplay Games



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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!"

"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."