Quaranteam Ch. 43

Oh ho, Andy thought to himself, so this is the role I'm expected to play. Very well, he decided, I can lean into this for them.

"I'm intrigued to hear what this bargain is," he said, lowering his glasses just a little down his nose, "considering you three have very different problems. I mean, Taylor, you're doing excellent in my class with the exception of surprise quizzes given during a day's lecture."

"That's because I have a huge problem focusing in your class, Professor," Taylor said. Her platinum blonde hair was done up into a bun atop her head, the first time he'd ever seen her put it completely up. "Because, well, I'm focusing on you instead." She licked her lips, looking down at her feet. "I'm somewhat enamored with you, and I thought, well, maybe if I got over it, I'd be able to focus. But I knew that if I came in here and tried to convince you of that, it wouldn't be enough to make you risk your career at the university, so I decided I had to make a very compelling offer."

"That's where we come in," Hannah said, a devil-may-care grin on her face. "You know me and Asha ain't been doin' so good in your class."

"We've come inta class all Brahms and Liszt off our asses more'n' a couple'a times," Asha giggled, dipping into her cockney rhyming slang to play up the role of the street toughie she was leaning into. "And I bet that's got you all two and eight."

"We're not even old enough to be drinking, and we've still shown up to class completely wasted more than a couple of times," Hannah said. "So I just bet you'd love to punish us for that. And you can, if you'll let us pass your class. Doesn't have to be As, just passing grades. And in exchange, you get all three of us."

"One soft," Taylor said.

"One rough," Asha followed.

"And one down right fucking dirty," Hannah giggled.

"But we're all friends," Taylor said, reaching over to loosen Asha's tie a bit, sliding her other hand across the girl's stomach through the shirt. "And we know how to play well together, and how to share, and work as a team."

Asha's hand reached over and tugged up Taylor's skirt a little, letting him get a glance of lacy white panties beneath for just a fraction of a second. "Don' you wanna get inside of this, sir?" she sassed at him, licking her lips. "She's a good lil girl for ya."

"Hey," Taylor pouted. "Stop teasing me."

"Awww... sorry, luv," Asha said, leaning in to press her lips against Taylor's, the blonde giving a little squeak in surprise before relaxing and leaning into the kiss a bit, her hand reaching up to pull on Asha's shirt, yanking on it to make several of the buttons pop open, revealing a highly decorative red bra beneath the white cloth.

Andy felt like they were doing everything they could to lure him in closer, so he stepped in, moving over towards Taylor, the order clearly having been dictated to him just moments ago. Asha pulled them over towards the desk in the room, the top having been cleared off to make room, as she pushed Taylor up slightly onto the edge of it.

Hannah moved to the other side of them, reaching up skirt, grabbing onto her panties, slowly pulling them down, helping her step out of them as Asha turned Taylor's face to point at Andy, as he leaned down to kiss her.

Taylor put both of her hands on Andy's head and held him steady as she kissed him with a sweetness that surprised him and an intensity that didn't. He could feel Hannah's hand unbuttoning his jeans, reaching into them to pull out his cock, barely even unzipping his jeans before she started stroking it.

"You lucky bitch," Hannah giggled. "Getting to go first."

"Mmmph," Taylor said, before breaking the kiss. "You'll get yours, hoe bag."

"I know, I know, I'm just bratty."

"Oh we know," Asha teased.

"I..." Taylor said shyly, "I might be kinda tight. It's been over a year since I had a real cock in my pussy..."

"Hear that, Daddy?" Hannah giggled into his ear, stroking his cock in her fingers. "It's practically a fresh fuckhole for you. All she's been talking about for days is how she can't wait for you to fuck her, she's going crazy waiting for you to fuck her, how itchy and needy her little cunny's been."

"She wanted to touch herself so bad, she asked us to slap her hand any time it looked like she was starting to reach for it," Asha said.

"We made her cum other ways, though, without any penetration," Hannah purred, rubbing the tip of his dick across Taylor's slit, feeling the busty blonde shiver at the sensations, both those present and being hinted at. She pulled over a footstool, lining it up behind Andy, so that she could step up onto it and be more level with him.

"Don't tease," Taylor whined. "Don't tease don't tease I want it I want it..."

"Time to get in there, Daddy," Hannah said, stepping behind him and onto the footstool, pushing her hips against his ass, making him thrust forward as Taylor's legs lifted up and immediately clung to his hips, feeling Taylor's cunt squish around him, the girl ridiculously wet to start with.

As soon as he pushed inside of her, he saw the pupils of her eyes dilate, her face flushing with a dark red, even as he felt her twat clamping down on him, her face leaning forward to press into a kiss, perhaps an attempt to muffle the delirious moan she was pouring into his mouth as an orgasm clearly gutpunched her suddenly.

The kiss broke but Taylor's voice didn't have any of the edge taken off. "I came I came oh god oh god I fucking came just from you putting in fucking in oh god oh god that's good dick fuck me fuck me I'm yours I'm your good little girl I'm sorry about before about cheating on Lauren I won't ever do it again just don't ever stop fucking my pussy..."

With all of their previous encounters, Lauren had wanted him to go at Taylor with a harshness that had been unusual for him at the time, but since then he'd learned that each partner had their own special style they preferred, so he was doing his best to give everyone what they wanted. When Taylor had said before that she wanted something tender, he'd been set on giving that to her, but now that they were in the moment, she was already amping up the force and the pace, her ankles digging into his sides, trying to pull his cock deeper inside of her glistening snatch.

He almost felt like he was trapped between four pillows, with Taylor's large breasts up against his chest and Hannah's massive ones wedged against his back, the two girls jostling him back and forth, his own hips doing some of the work, but the two of them doing just as much.

Asha's hand reached in between them to grab Taylor's shirt, yanking it open, exposing a matching lacy white bra, which Asha partially just tugged down, making one of Taylor's tits pop free so her stiff nipple was dragging against the texture of the image on his t-shirt, making her whimper and squeal even more.

"It's the only hole of hers you haven't claimed, Daddy," Hannah whispered into her ear. "You know she wants it, to feel you filling her belly up with cum, marking her, claiming her, giving her purpose, giving her meaning, proving to her that she's your girl. I can hear it in your breathing, Daddy, so I know you're close. She is too. I've made her cum a bunch. Now you do it. Pour that jizz into her cunt. Creampie that silly slut of yours so she knows she's kept. Do it, you hot dicked Daddy. Dick her down and cream her hard."

Hannah had clearly been talking with Ash and Niko about how to talk him up, and he could feel Taylor quivering anxiously beneath him. He might've been able to hold on a little longer if he tried, but the girls didn't want that, and so he let his resistance fall and started to spew hot cum inside of Taylor's pussy, sending her careening into another field of orgasms, both of her hands on the back of his neck, pulling his face to hers so that the moans were breathed into his mouth, like she wanted to give him what he'd earned.

It took a few moments of them holding still, letting the sensations wash over them and then pass through them before giving them space to breathe again, her lips pressing relentless tender kisses against his, her fingertips stroking the back of his neck, as she looked up to him, kindness in those wide blue eyes of hers. "Thank you," she mouthed at him, a single tear dropping down one of her cheeks as she smiled at him.

"Mind backing up an' making some room, guv?" Asha said, pushing him slowly away from Taylor. "You owe me a fuckin' and I owe this girl somethin' else."

As Asha slipped in between them, she bent down at the waist, placing her hands on either side of the table, lowering her face down to flick her tongue along Taylor's juicy snatch. "I won't lick it all out, Tay, but I'm gonna have a lot," she said before sliding her tongue up inside of Taylor's cunt, making the blonde give a hard shudder.

Hannah reached around him and pushed Asha's skirt up over her ass, revealing a matching pair of crimson red panties, which she pulled down to the middle of Asha's brown thighs, a strand of clear liquid connecting the flesh and the fabric before it snapped, Asha's pussy clearly just as wet as Taylor's, although entirely on her own, for the moment.

"You were all soft for Taylor, Daddy," Hannah purred into his earlobe, her tongue slithering over it. "But you gotta go hard at Asha. Grip her hips. Pull her hair. Pound her hard. Jam your cock into her little teenage cunt like you're trying to skewer her like a kebab. She's all jealous of how you've given it to Nicolette and Whitney, and she wants that guy to have a run at her."

"That what you want, Asha?" he asked her, sliding one of his hands over her slender hip, his tan skin a stark contrast to her darker flesh.

"Whassamatter, Daddy?" Asha said, pausing from her pussy licking to look back over her shoulder at him with a cheshire grin. "Afraid I'll break you?" She immediately turned back to her work, pushing her tongue back up inside of Taylor's cunt once more, along with a couple of her long, slender fingers.

Asha's long dark wavy hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, and since she'd clearly stated what she wanted, who was he to deny her? His left hand stayed affixed to her hip as his right hand surged forward and bunched up in her thick mane, grabbing the ponytail to let him yank a little bit, pulling her face away from Taylor's pussy for just a moment.

"YES you mothe-" she started to say before he shoved her head forward and down again, grinding her face right back against Taylor's crotch again so the sentence died off in the middle and turned into feral moan of delight.

He and Asha had only had a few encounters since her arrival, and in both instances, she'd insisted on blowing him, so he realized this was the first time they'd had actual sex. Andy suspected it was because she wanted to set his expectations for how she liked her encounters. She'd been something of a rebel around the house, pushing here and there without wanting to cause too much of a fuss, leaving clothes in the hallway or taking racy pictures for her Instagram on the balconies. After her last dosing, Andy had asked her what she wanted from him, only for her to say that she wasn't sure and wanted to think about it. Now it appeared she definitely knew.

Andy found his angle and then thrust forward into her tight pussy with a loud splattering sound, a rush of air from it as he drilled into her, his entry neither soft nor gentle, and he felt her walls shiver around his cock as he stretched her open, pushing deep inside of her.

"That's it, Daddy," Hannah whispered at him. "Tonight's all about you claiming shit. This bitch is yours, that bitch is yours. We're all just holes for you to hammer whenever the fuck you wanna. And you gotta put your foot down and your dick to the wall with Asha, 'cause she'll walk all over if you ain't set her straight. This is your house, and once you drill her cunt fulla dick, she gonna learn to respect you like you deserve, big Daddy."

"That what I need to do with you, Asha?" Andy said. "Fuck some common sense into you?"

He yanked her head back by her hair and she groaned whorishly, trying to nod her head as best as she could in his grasp. "Yes, Daddy. I've been a bad girl, and I need a Daddy with a strong hand and a stronger dick to mold me into a good girl," she wailed, drooling and spitting every word. "Fuck all those bad thoughts out of my bitch brain and make me a princess again. Pound that pussy until it worships you, until it lives for you. Fuck, it's so thiiiiick. I feel like it's molding my fanny around it, telling me no dick's ever gonna be this good again, so I best learn to honor and respect it... do it, Daddy. Fuck me good again... break me in like those boys never could... fuck me like a whore and make me go from slut to sweetheart..."

Andy forced her head back down and started to snap his hips, punching forward and up with enough force to make Asha clutch onto the table, trying to prevent herself from ramming her face too hard into Taylor's slit.

"C'mon, Daddy," Hannah cooed. "You can hit that shit harder than that. Break her in. Rip her open. Rearrange her guts so she's got your name running through her mind because her twat won't stop leaking your spunk for days. She loves that shit, fucking loves it. Loves to feel you deep dicking her tight tiny teen twat. She's not even old enough for a beer, and yet you're getting her fuck drunk, Daddy. I saw her cumming already, and you ain't even slow down to let her catch her breath. That's how you fuck that slut, knaamean? Bend that bitch to your will! Show her who fucking runs this house!"

One thing was certain - Asha was very tight. He wasn't sure if it was her age or the fact that she'd not had many partners before now, but her cunt was a sleeve that was clutching to his cock every time he drew back, a little bit of those inner pink walls turning inside out as if refusing to let him go, trying to suck his shaft back inside of her again, frothy white cream from her pussy lubing him up, her moans lost between Taylor's legs.

Asha forced her head up enough to let her whimper out a few words. "Harder... harder!"

Andy pushed her face back down and tried to increase his pace and the amount of force he was putting into it, his balls slapping like a tennis racket against her clit each time he impaled her on his cock, the squeals and whines a pornographic aural symphony.

The squeeze of her cunt around his dick meant he wasn't going to last long, so he tried to go as fast and as hard as he could, but within a couple of minutes, he could feel his body tensing up, and once he started letting loose inside of her pussy, he was sure half the house could hear the shriek of intense pleasure as Asha came with him, her fingers causing the table to shake just a bit before the moment receded for both of them, each of their bodies dripping with sweat, her cunt still spasming and quivering around his cock in tiny shockwaves.

After a minute or so of gathering their wits about them once more, Asha lifted her head up to give an exhausted giggle of delight. "You know, I've been fucked before, but I don't think I've ever truly been fucked before now..." she wheezed. "That's just what I wanted, what I fuckin' needed..."

"Two down, one to go," Hannah chirped into his ear.

Andy grinned, closing his eyes for a moment, nodding his head. "I know... I know I know... just... just give me a minute to catch my breath... and Sheridan thinks... thinks I don't get enough workouts on a daily basis..."

"Show her the heart rate monitor from your Apple Watch, Daddy," Hannah giggled. "That'll learn her good."

Asha slowly leaned forward, sliding his cock out from her sullied snatch with a filthy slurping sound, as Andy let his hand slip from her hair, giving her complete freedom and mobility again. Once she'd pulled off his cock, she spun around and moved to slide up and sit next to Taylor on the desk, leaning in to kiss her, letting the blonde taste her own pussy and some of the first round of Andy's cum on Asha's lips.

Despite the fact that his body felt like it had run a marathon, the sight of Asha and Taylor locking lips before him, savoring in sharing his essence, the vision was bringing new life to his cock once more, as Hannah gnawed tenderly on his earlobe. "Think you're ready for me, Daddy? 'Cause you know I fucking want it..."

"You think you can handle me, Hannah?" he teased back.

"I'm totes not sure, Daddy, but Imma fuck around and find out..." She stepped off the footstool and then kicked it around him, pushing it in front of him. "You've done soft and you've done rough, but now it's time to do me dirty..."

Taylor broke from the kiss to offer a smug grin to Hannah. "You certain you wanna do this, Whiskers? You're really gonna fucking feel it tomorrow."

"Oh I know, Tay," Hannah said, moving the footstool so that it was right between Taylor's left leg and Asha's right, wedged in between the two of them. "But I want that. I wanna feel like I got worked over in a dark alley." Hannah had done her hair up into two long, braided pigtails that hung down her back, the blonde highlights threaded through mostly dark strands. She peeled off the Oxford shirt herself, revealing that durable black bra she had on for only a moment, unhooking the front of it then just yanking it right off, letting her voluminous tits hang free. "I still owe you my first ever paizuri, Daddy, but not today, 'cause your girl's got other plans..."

Asha put her right arm around Taylor's neck as the darker skin girl smirked at the paler girl. "Give you two to one she can't handle it."

"You're on," Taylor said. "Hell, I bet she tells him he's going too easy on her."

Hannah stepped up and onto the footstool, which let her keep her body at the proper level, based on their height differences. She leaned forward and kissed Asha then Taylor, placing one arm around each of their necks, hugging them both for a moment. "Thank you, you crazy bitches, for being here for me for this." She slid her right hand off of Asha's shoulder and reached behind her, as she turned to look back at him, slowly dragging her skirt upwards. "You know what I want, don't you, Daddy?"

"I mean, based on what you were saying, I have a guess..."

"Is it to blast my ass? 'Cause that's what you're gonna do..." She pulled the skirt up and over her sand colored ass, revealing she wasn't wearing any panties on beneath, but there was a small jewel peeking out from between her cheeks. "I started doing a bit of training a week ago, at Tay's suggestion, 'cause I was jelly about her getting to do something I hadn't..." Hannah bit her bottom lip a bit, a little bit of shyness peeking out from behind the girl's bold demeanor. "And Em and Sares both loved it. They couldn't shut up about it at morning workouts, even if they were a bit sore the next day, and they're, like, totally my idols, so I wanted to be, like, ready..."

"If you're sure you're ready, Hannah," he said, his hand smoothing over her very curvy but muscular asscheek. While she was plump, she was also athletic as all hell, her time as a cheerleader having kept her limber and fit.

"Nobody's ever really ready for their first assfucking, Daddy," Hannah giggled, "but that's why we want it in the first place."

To the left of Hannah's face, he could see Taylor mouthing 'easy to start' at him, so he nodded, letting each of them think it was in response to what they'd said.

"Okay, Hannah, then I'll tell you what I told both Em and Sarah for their first time doing this - if you want me to stop, hold still, ease off or just pull out entirely, you just have to tell me, okay?" His hand moved to grab the little red heart-shaped jewel end of the buttplug, slowly tugging on it, feeling her try to relax her body, letting the thing slip out before the hole closed immediately back up.