Teaching Her a Lesson Pt. 23

Tabitha, meanwhile, smiled beatifically beneath her black hoodie, too angelic by far. "Yeah, Mr. Canon. Is it all right? I don't want to be in the way."

"Come on in, you two." I waved them in from the garage, and the girls practically bounced in the door.

"So is it really true that Tabitha gets graded on her performance?" Cassie asked as she kicked off her shoes. "Not in class, but I mean, sex performance. Like the way you can rate a video how many stars for how hot you thought it was?"

"She requested feedback, so I figured since we already have the teacher/student aspect of our relationship, it was a simple method of providing it to her." I was quietly pleased that, as the two removed the black garb they'd worn over, there were clothes beneath them. Their nudity was certainly a sight, but there was something to be said for the intermediate stages, too. Tabitha wore a sleeveless cream colored blouse, the outline of her bra easily discernible beneath it. As she shed her hoodie, I was surprised to see a navy blue skirt flop down from beneath it, handily replacing the modesty forfeited by her subsequently discarded leggings. Cassie was in a thin pink tank top that fit her tightly enough that I could easily see she'd skimped on the bra along with a pair of bright purple shorts. Probably what she'd worn home from the track meet.

"So did we win tonight? Oh, and can I borrow your phone real quick?"

Cassie nodded, handing it over unquestioningly, and as I typed a short text message, I was treated to an event-by-event run-down of the entire meet. Who won, who should have won, a story about the bus from Canton breaking down that never seemed to get resolved. Tabitha didn't hide the fact that she was reading over my shoulder. "Two isn't enough for you, eh, Mr. Canon?" she murmured beneath the din of Cassie's on-going description of how ugly the new uniforms from Franklin were.

I hit send.I'm busy for a little while yet. 10:00 sharp. Don't be early. Don't be late.It was only half past eight now; should give us plenty of time. "Two at a time is plenty," I answered casually, then returned my attention to whatever Cassie was yammering on about.

I lead them to the bedroom, patiently waiting for a breath in which to interject. "So you did well?"

"Not a personal best, but I came in third, and the top time was from this girl who's all-state so there was no way I was gonna beat her anyway, plus I had almost three seconds on fourth place. I think it was 2.88, but I could be misremembering. It was close to that, at least. Anyway not to change the subject, but are you going to grade me from now on, too? That seems like a lot of pressure, but I guess pleasuring you is a lot of fun so maybe I need to be held to a higher standard to grow, huh. I'll never be the ultimate butt slut if I don't keep pushing myself."

I couldn't help but smile at that. I tilted her chin up to look me in the eyes, and bent to meet her forehead to forehead. "You're fine just the way you are, Cassie. And if you're worried about growth, don't. You've come a long way already, and I can't see you slowing down any time soon."

The compliment brought exactly the smile I'd hoped it would, pleased and shy and sweet and very Cassie. Tabitha even ran with it. "He was telling me the other day about what an amazing job you did with the... you know. The, um, anal, I guess you call it." The uncertainty in her voice, a quality she'd already unlearned in our short time together, but she managed it for Cassie's sake. "Do you think you could show me? If that's all right with you, that is, Mr. Canon."

"Oh yeah, could we? That was the best sexever, for sure. I never would have thought I'd be some kind of butt slut anal whore, but Mr. Canon's been teaching meso much about sex and sexuality. What's your favorite thing to do with him?"

I looked to Tabitha curiously. She blushed -- an impressive deception, if it was that -- and took a moment before mumbling, "Um, he sort of gave me a... spanking fetish?"

"Oh my gosh, hashtag spanking, hashtag schoolgirl, hashtag petite -- you guys are like a walking fetish video. That's so cool!"

"How is spanking any different from the anal sex thing? Aren't we both walking fetishes?"

"There's tons of barely legal teens getting their asses fucked out there. Trust me. Spanking's not rare, but it's more rare. I dunno. Maybe you're right. I guess we'd all make pretty hot porn, if we made a porno. Oh gosh, maybe if you don't go to jail, we could make a porno! Wouldn't that be so hot? Then you wouldn't even need to teach any more, I bet. We could make major bank, four girls as hot as us -- not to be braggy, but I mean, I'm not blind or anything -- and a guy with a big dick like yours, Mr. Canon. Do you--"

"I'm not going to do porn, and neither should you all. I'm a teacher. We're going to beat this, and I'm going to keep on teaching."

Cassie's enthusiastic grin was washed away by a chastened frown. "Right. Sorry. I know that. I just got carried away. And, um, is that official? Or are you just being hopeful?"

"Nothing official yet. We don't know how long this investigation will go on. Could be Shipman -- the detective -- is satisfied with our story and closed it on his way out of the office today. Could be it'll go on for weeks as he branches out and tries more angles. Hard to say. But nobody who knows anything is going to talk, and everybody close to it has the same narrative. We stick to it, we'll be fine. Trust me."

"Yeah? You promise? Because... I don't know what I would do if they took you away."

As Cassie sniffled, Tabitha nodded earnestly. "Yeah, Mr. Canon. You can't leave us, not when we're just at the start of something good."

Man. These two, compared to the two bitches who'd egged my house as a pretense to invite themselves over for sex... why did I even split my attention?

I drew the two in for a hug. They squeezed back, Cassie especially, clinging to me like a leaf on a tree in a gale. "I promise. We may have to forego some contact until things settle down, but for tonight... I got plans for you."

Like that, my hands slid down their backs to their asses. "Ooooh, Mr. Canon..." Tabitha cooed. Cassie merely made a sort of purring noise that somehow ranged up to a brief squeal of enthusiasm as she ground her bottom into my palm.

"Let me see what I'm working with here," I said after a moment's delay to enjoy my prizes.

Tabitha reacted first, taking the initiative on interpreting my broad mandate by turning to the bed and bending herself over the top of it. Her skirt was, for once, not overtly scandalous, still giving her adequate cover even in that position. Inviting, flirty, but she wasn't just flashing her ass at me. Cassie followed suit, though her track shorts were practically made for displays like the one she now gave me, the cleft at the underside of her buttocks peeking out the bottom, her round shape stretching the fabric nearly to its limits.

First, I took a gander under the skirt. To my relief, there didn't look to be any bruising from the day before. Not that I was worried about her -- Tabitha had pleaded for more, for harder -- but it would save me having to explain to Cassie that I'd already been making exceptions to Isa's quarantine mandate. (More of a proposal, really.)

Before I could make a study of the cute pink panties covered in red hearts that distinguished this present sight from the pictures she'd sent when she was evading my substitute, however, Cassie evidently decided she was due a little extra attention herself. I hadn't even noticed her getting her phone out, much less touching any buttons, but suddenly there was a beat.

And in the next moment, she started to twerk.

I didn't recognize the song, but that was no surprise. My taste ran more to the classics, and frankly, was useless for this kind of thing. The track featured a heavy slow beat, hard on or near the 1, 3 and 4. With each thump, her ass rocked upwards, cheeks thumping together and undulating until the next. Tabitha craned her neck back to watch, eyeing her playmate with surprise and bemusement.

Next, a man's nasal voice started rapping in time to the beat, and the song really started. Then the dance really started.

My first year teaching, I had volunteered (been volunteered, really) for the dance committee. It had turned out not to be my scene, trying to socialize with the other chaperones, most of whom I barely knew over the din of the music. Worse, at the time I'd been too new to have the students flocking to me to say hi like they did my more senior peers. A bit like Roddy at our middle school sock hop, I'd been relegated to standing off to the side and watching other people have fun. I felt more like a bouncer than a teacher. That year's homecoming had, however, been my first exposure to the art of the twerk.

The girl had been wearing a bright red dress, brief and tight (at least across her hips). I don't even know her name, can't even picture her face, though I remember her butt clearly. A clearing formed around her as she bent over , hands on her knees for support, and shook her booty for a cheering crowd. The girl should have charged admission; it would have paid for the dress and then some. It had broken my heart to break the circle and remind her that children were present. (To say nothing of adults who, at the time, were zealous in their commitment to not lusting after student bodies in the student body.)

There were no children present now, nor any adults who harbored such quaint reservations. And that anonymous girl in the red dress had nothing on Cassie.

Her technique required she lift herself off the bed, but Horen wasn't paying me to break it up this time. I let the girl do what she liked. And what she liked was a display of swaying hips and gyrating ass. She actually had impressive rhythm; the practice she'd put into it was evident. Tabitha rolled over and folded her knees under her, laughing and clapping with delight at her new friend's display. It wasn't long before the shorts had crept as far up her ass as they could. She plucked them out -- a sight I didn't expect to turn me on quite as much as it did -- but they rode right back up there before the next refrain.

Fuck, the girl had a visible thigh gaps with her shorts on. It wasn't a thong, quite. Until it was, the jogging attire deftly jerked down and kicked away into the corner without skipping a beat. A thin red ribbon split her cheeks, as if in homage to that other nameless girl's slinky homecoming dress. Her ass cheeks bounced and bobbled in near, but not quite, unison as she worked her hips like a pro.

"How long did it take to learn to do that, Cassie? That's amazing!" pressed Tabitha. I could see those notes being formed in her head, the designs she was prepping on teaching herself to dance like a slut.

"Couple weeks now? Sorry, can't talk," Cassie answered breathlessly, hands folded behind her head so she could thrust her tits out in front of her as she shook her ass behind her. At the time, I was too mesmerized to realize we'd actually discovered a fix for her chattiness.

"A couple weeks? Dang, gurl, that's incredible! Do you think you could teach me? I know I don't have a badonkadonk like that, but..."

Cassie's tank top joined the shorts in a wad on my bedroom floor, but the ass was doing so much of the work that I barely noticed the sight of those cute round tits of hers. "Not a badonk," she corrected. "Barely a booty. But yeah. We can... yeah." The talking was obviously a distraction. The song hit its refrain -- the words never even reached my ears -- and Cassie launched into the more polished set of maneuvers. There really was more to it than just shaking her butt. Precise movements all throughout, up and down, around and around, her athletic but generous butt never stopping, never ceasing.

Poetry scribed with a jiggling ass.

I didn't even remember taking my pants off, but I did notice Tabitha seizing my manhood in her mouth. There was no need for the stimulation, really; Cassie had me ready for anything. Nonetheless I figured I could let the girl feel useful. If I'd had Taylor herself along with her two identical triplets in front of me, naked and groveling for my cock, I'm not sure I could have seen or heard them through the haze of lust Cassie was flooding my senses with.

As the song ended and a similar-sounding one began, I moved on her, leaving Tabitha gasping open-mouthed in my wake. Cassie smiled at me over her shoulder as I came up behind her, grinding her butt against my shaft. I let that go on for a while, until suddenly, without even using her hands, some arcane move of muscles I didn't know existed threw her cheeks apart, after which they clapped together around my cock, burying me in a valley of teenage butt. How in the hell...?!

But then she was moving again, dancing, and it was like I was fucking her ass, only the cheeks instead of the hole. It was incredible, and I owed credit to Tabitha's saliva for helping lubricate for us. I held her against me with her tits, sighing ecstatically as she supplied the pleasure with her squirming, quaking buttocks.

"What's our hashtag, Cassie?"

"Hashtag I love fucking my hot next door neighbor," she purred, breathing hard. "Hashtag do anything you want to me. Hashtagplease, Mr. Canon..."

I threw her young body onto the bed so hard it bounced twice before she settled face first. My own followed right behind, pinning her legs together between mine as I straddled her. I manually parted her cheeks, slipping my cock between them. Was there a word for whatever this was? I didn't even know. Like a titfuck, but with ass cheeks instead of tits. Fuck the terminology. But her ass was at the center of my libidinous inferno, and I was going to do it.

Unfortunately, physics was not on our side. My dick was simply too hard to want to lie that flat. I could lean down on my hands, but then I couldn't see what I was doing, and I couldn't seem to make myself look away from those glorious hunks of womanhood. She giggled at my struggles to keep it in place, probably figuring I'd give up and just pick a hole soon enough.

I would have, if not for Tabitha.

"Can I help, Mr. Canon?" she asked innocently.

I didn't respond. She already seemed to know what my answer would be, and already had a plan. She laid herself down and took control of Cassie's ass, letting me between her cheeks with only a thin sliver of my shaft exposed. It would be two or three thrusts before I popped back out -- until Tabitha lowered her mouth over Cassie's butt, opened wide, and held me there with nothing but her tongue and her commitment to gaining my approval.

Whatever this was, this little ass and tongue sandwich, it was a whole new world. I didn't know where the physical pleasure ended and the psychological began. Just knowing that I had my hot redheaded neighbor lying still and letting me use her incredible ass as a source of friction while my beautiful, suck-up honor roll genius lapped away at my cock to keep me gliding as smoothly as she could. If there was a heaven, surely it would encompass the experience of the mild tickle of Tabitha licking up and down Cassie's cute round ass in a frantic quest to keep me in tip-top shape for fucking.

Tabitha's eyes squeezed shut in apparent pride when I impaled my cock in her sideways-oriented mouth and let rip. I didn't know I had that much cum in me, so much that it caught her by surprise and some dribbled out the corner of her mouth and down her cheek before she could gulp it down.

"That. Was SO. HOT," declared Cassie, rearing up to her knees above me as I flopped down onto the bed. "I can't believe you just humped my butt like that! That was so hot. It felt weirdly good. I think I could have come from that if you kept going long enough. And when you threw me down like that--"

Suddenly another girl's mouth was on hers, and I could see Tabitha was sharing her bounty with the girl. The two kissed for some time, looming over me on either side, Cassie perhaps subconsciously unbuttoning her partner's blouse and slipping it off her slender shoulders.

"I like that bra. I have one just like it," she commented as Tabitha unclasped it and shrugged it off. It landed on my face, neither girl seeming to notice.

"Yeah, except two cup sizes bigger," Tabitha retorted. "And there's a little more on my cheek, if you want."

Cassie grinned, leaning in and giving a slow lick along the trail of slime on Tabitha's face. "You know, after that, you may officially be a brown-noser."

Tabitha laughed. "Oh my gawd, gross! You took a shower after the meet, right?"

"Of course I did. You think I'd come over to pleasure Mr. Canon if I didn't have a clean ass?"

"Well we just might have to get you dirty again, if you're not careful."

The two girls resumed making out. With one kneeling on either side of me, they gingerly explored one another's breasts, their slender arms weaving between one another's like a lesbian pretzel. I helped myself to two handfuls of ass. Tabitha's panties took some work to get down, but then I slid two fingers gently inside of each girl. Their moaning intensified as we each progressed.

I enjoyed the show for a good while, the music pulsing from Cassie's phone serving as a sensual backdrop. Tabitha's tits looked even smaller from underneath, but I didn't mind having a less obstructed view of their activities. Fuck, they looked hot. I wasn't sure Abbie and Taylor had looked that good when I'd taken them on my desk.

How long before they showed up? We should still have plenty of time. God, those bitches! God, those tits!

Though the thought of that afternoon, tit-fucking Abbie while Taylor did much as Tabitha had for Cassie, made me mindful of the time I'd found my dick in the mouth of a certain young man. Accordingly, lest I allow further resentment to foment, I took the opportunity to speak up.

"You know, you two don't have to do this just for me," I interjected softly.

After a moment, they paused, the two looking down at me with heavy-lidded eyes. "You disapprove?" asked Tabitha.

"Yeah, are we not pleasing you?"

"No no," I hastily reassured them. "Consider me pleasured. I approve wholeheartedly."

"It's so fun pleasuring Mr. Canon. It feels amazing," sighed Cassie.

"I'll do anything to gain Mr. Canon's approval," echoed Tabitha.

The two girls sighed rapturously as their lips met once again. Two pussies spasmed in near-unison around my fingertips. A few moments later, Cassied climbed over me, tackling Tabitha to the bed and pinning her there with her naked body. As I fucked first one, then the other, they never let up for a second.

Only once, as I was coming in Cassie, did I catch that gleam in Tabitha's eye, promising that all had gone as she had planned.

"A plus," I mouthed behind Cassie's quivering back.

As 10:00 neared, we'd adjourned back to the living room. They had gotten dressed again, even donning their stealth-friendly attire. "You're sure we can't call them off?" Cassie groused. "We were having so much fun, weren't we?"

"Yeah we were." Tabitha pouted.

"We were. And we will again. But right now, I owe Abbie and Taylor a little something."

"If you say so. This doesn't feel super nice."

Tabitha patted the girl's arm consolingly. "It's not, but he's right. We'll get another shot. Actually, do you mind if I come over to your place after we leave and you can show me some of those moves? That looked so sexy. I don't think I have the butt to do it like you do, but Mr. Canon had me over here servicing him over the weekend while I should have been doing my leg day, so it's at least a good workout."

"That'd be fun! I'm not supposed to have friends over this late on a school night, but if Mr. Canon tells my mom it's OK, she'll let us. We just have to make sure we don't wake up my little brother."