Aaron was waiting for them at Mark's house. "Um... did I understand that right? You did want me to come, you weren't just posing for that little bitch?" He blushed and looked down at the ground. "Sorry, Kayla, but she's nothing like the rest of your family."
She smiled at him, her eyes grim. "It's okay, sugar. I totally agree with the label."
They headed for the house, discussing the movie possibilities. Aaron did, it turned out, have a movie in the car. "It's 'Wild Things'. I was going to give it to Kevin on Monday. He has a thing for one of the actresses."
Mark's eyes lit up. "Ooooh! Neve Campbell!" He held the door for the girls and asked, "Have y'all seen it?"
Both shook their heads. Kristen never watched movies, before.... she was always too busy. "Like the kids book?" she asked.
Aaron's blush brightened. "Um. No."
"No," Mark echoed. "Um. Not at all. Oh, and I've got a copy of Rocky Horror Picture Show I picked up in Dallas, since I doubt anyone down here's ever heard of it." They all looked rather blank, so his suspicions were confirmed.
Finally, Kristen said, "Well, okay. But can we have sex first so I can enjoy it? It's been a long day."
Mark pretended to consider it, then with a long suffering sigh said, "Well... I guess we can take the time."
She giggled, then tickled him, and eventually clothes started hitting the floor.
A couple of hours later, they all lay in a tangled sprawl across the bed, Kristen glowing gently in the middle.
Aaron, from somewhere near the foot of the bed, wriggled around to face Kayla. "So, would you like to give me your birthday spanking now?" he asked cheerfully.
"Um. Oh dear." Kayla licked her lips, nipples hardening, but turned worried eyes to Kristen and Mark.
Kristen smiled a bit uneasily. "Um. Tell you what... I'm going to go take a shower real quick. I'll be about twenty minutes, okay?"
Mark caressed her thigh, his eyes searching her face. "Okay, love. Want company?"
The suddenly tense, worried atmosphere caused Aaron's brow to furrow. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to offend you," he said, then looked at Mark pleadingly. "What did I do wrong, sir?"
Mark glanced questioningly at Kristen, to see if she wanted him to do the explaining, but she shook her head. "You didn't do anything wrong, hon. It's just me." She smiled up at Mark. "It's okay. You stay. I'm just going to get clean, and then we can watch movies, okay?"
He kissed her gently. "Okay, love."
Aaron watched her go with huge, sad eyes. "I didn't mean to," he said softly. "Really. I've tried to be so careful..."
"It's okay, Aaron." Mark stroked the boy's hair. "She's just not comfortable around any sort of pain yet."
"Oh." The slender shoulders slumped dejectedly. "Are you?" he asked.
Mark nodded, smiling. "Yep."
The boy turned to Kayla. "And you?"
She licked her lips again. "Oh yes!"
He smiled, eyes bright and happy, then lay face down on the bed between them. "Then... please?" he asked, looking up at them hopefully.
Mark leaned on an elbow, looking at Kayla expectantly.
"Um..." she said nervously. "I've never..." She looked at him fearfully.
"Hey, don't look at me!" he protested. "I've never done something like this either!"
"You haven't?" She blinked. "I thought you had!"
He shook his head. "Nope. Complete novice. But I think what he wants is for you to spank his butt." He grinned at her.
Aaron nodded rapidly, twitching his little round ass invitingly.
She licked her lips again. "Okay," she whispered. "I think I can do that."
Kayla moved closer, and nervously gave the proffered ass a little swat. Aaron turned his head and looked up at her soulfully. "Oh come on," he said. "You're stronger than that."
Her eyes narrowed dangerously, and Mark smiled as he moved around in front of Aaron. He lifted the boys head by the hair. "While she spanks you, I want a blow job."
"Yessir!" he said happily, then gasped at the second, much harder swat. "Oh! My!" He shivered, then eagerly slid his mouth down the length of Mark's cock.
Kayla lost her nervousness almost immediately. Soon, she was laying her blows carefully, alternating sides and shifting her aim a bit to turn the boy's ass bright pink. Every once in a while, a harder than normal blow would have him squealing around Mark's cock and jerking his hips. Mark fucked his mouth slowly, in no hurry to come.
She moved down to the tender join where ass met thighs, and he jumped, shoving Mark's cock all the way down his throat, eyes going wide. Kayla's breath escaped in a hiss, and she squeezed her legs tightly together. Aaron whimpered, and a tear trickled down his cheek as she hit the same spot on the other side.
Mark moaned. "Love, when you're through spanking him, how about I have him fuck you while I'm fucking you, then lick you clean after he comes?"
Kayla looked up at him, startled. "Um. Not tonight," she said, slowly. "Maybe sometime, but... not yet."
He looked confused, then his eyes widened as he realized how he'd misspoken, and what it had implied. "Oh! I meant while I fucked him. Not that I'd object to sliding my cock into your wonderful ass, of course."
"Oh, well, that I can agree to," she said, as she brought her hand up sharply along the underside of Aaron's butt, making him squeal deep in his throat. "Ohhhh fuck! Right now, in fact!" She scrambled around as Mark pulled his cock out of Aaron's throat.
He moved behind the boy, lubing his cock as he looked down at the bright red ass, Kayla's hand prints still vividly outlined here and there. The skin was hot and tight to the touch.
Kayla wriggled down into place, then reached around and dug her nails into the sides of Aaron's buttocks, yanking him down into her, and Mark shoved his cock into the boy's ass in one smooth motion.
She kept her hold, using it to move him in and out of her, fast and hard. Mark held still, holding his weight off of them, letting Aaron fuck himself back on his cock as he shoved in and out of Kayla.
Kayla moaned, her sharp little nails digging deeply into the boy's hips, and pressed her pelvis hard against his, shoving him all the way onto Mark's cock and holding him there, pinned, as she came.
Mark shuddered, then leaned forward. "I'm going to fuck you while you lick your cum out of her cunt, Aaron. I'm going to shove my hard cock into your ass while your face is getting covered with your cum."
Aaron moaned hoarsely, his ass clenching around Mark's cock as he lost control and started to come. When he felt that, Mark started fucking him hard and fast, shoving his cock in and out violently.
The boy screamed, shivering convulsively, and collapsed against Kayla, twitching, eyes closed in pleasure. Mark grabbed his hair, pulling him up. "Move up, Kayla. I want his tongue buried in your cunt."
She nodded, barely opening her eyes, and slid up the bed, spreading her legs wide. He shoved Aaron's face down, and the boy moaned and started to lick hungrily. Kayla wrapped her hands in his hair, and started to grind her hips, fucking his face.
Mark let go of his head, then fucked him hard, shoving his cock in as deeply as possible.
Kayla groaned, pressing Aaron's face hard into her cunt. "Oh yes! Lick it, suck it. Sweet little pain slut, lick your cum out of my cunt. Ah! Fuck yes, make me come!" She shuddered, her hips rising off the bed, her head thrown back, and Mark came, too, as he watched her, his cock buried deep in the boy's ass, cum filling the tight little hole.
She shivered, squeezing Aaron's head between her legs for a couple more seconds, then tugged him up by his hair, laying his head on her stomach as Mark slid out of him and collapsed beside them.
The boy lay with his head pillowed on Kayla's stomach, eyes closed, breath still ragged. Mark reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "Enjoy your spanking?" he asked.
Aaron swallowed. "Yes, sir. Thank you."
"Was it what you hoped for?"
The boy shivered. "Oh yes, sir! I could have taken more, though."
Mark raised an eyebrow, then rolled over to reach under the bed and pull out something he'd purchased in Dallas -- a large dildo, over two inches in diameter. "Really?" he asked, with a smile.
Aaron's eyes were as wide as half-dollars. "Ooooh, gods," he whispered, then swallowed hard. "Y-yes, sir. If you want."
Mark looked at it thoughtfully. "Perhaps later," he said, putting it away, and Aaron looked both disappointed and relieved.
"Whenever you want, sir," Aaron assured him.
Kayla petted the boy's hair, her face a touch worried. "Sure you're all right, hon?"
He nodded against her stomach. "Yes, ma'am. More than all right. I loved that."
"Ooooh! I just had the most fun idea!" Mark said. "Kristen on her back. My cock buried in her. Aaron's cock in me. You with a strap-on fucking his ass."
She considered. "Hmmm. Kris would get squooshed though."
"Not if I held myself up," he said.
"Yeah," she said, "but we all tend to kinda fall when we're done."
"We'd have to remember not to," Mark said, and she raised an eyebrow.
" 'Remember'. That would be a higher brain function, right? One of those things that we tend to lose quickly, especially if Kristen is somewhere in the pile?"
"Point," he admitted. "On the other hand... bet it would be worth it."
"Definitely something to think of, anyway," she said with a smile, then cocked her head, listening. "Shower's still running."
"Sir... I really am sorry," Aaron offered hesitantly. "How do I make it up to her?"
"Sorry about what?" Mark asked.
"About making Kristen uncomfortable. I didn't mean to."
"Aaron, don't worry about it," he said. "She just needs some time to get used to the idea, I think. I think if you made a big deal about it, it would just make her more uncomfortable." He swung his legs over the edge of the bed. "I think I'm going to go join her in the shower and get clean, then we can watch the movies."
Kayla nodded. "And I'm going to go crawl in the big shower. Aaron's going to come scrub my back. Meetcha on the sofa bed."
The rest of the weekend was very pleasant. Between the three of them, they managed to keep Kristen glowing quite nicely, with plenty of energy for her to try her "tricks". Unfortunately, she seemed to only be able to do the most amazing things during the half hour or so that she was "drunk". After that, she just couldn't manage them. And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't turn invisible as Lenita's research seemed to imply she should have been able. Interestingly, too, when she passed through walls her wedding ring went with her, but the little talisman Lenita made for her didn't. Clothes, of course, didn't either.
Monday morning, she still couldn't tone the glow down enough to look human, but she was able to hide it beneath her clothes, so she could still go to school, and she almost never spent her lunch hour having sex anymore. The few times she did, still, it was generally with Kayla.
Fortunately, for the most part and thanks to some "back of the school parking lot" style explanation by a couple of the more knightly senior boys, the majority of the school seemed to have accepted that. Most of the teachers seemed to be genuinely pleased by the turn of events, too. There hadn't been a note in her locker since the one before her broken ankle.
Mark finally got a chance to meet with the superintendent. He seemed a rather nice fellow, maybe a bit on the conservative side, but genuinely friendly and helpful. He really seemed to care about the kids.
Wednesday, he was required to attend a meeting after school about the upcoming Fall Festival and the associated Fall Festival Dance. Teachers were needed both for the carnival part and as chaperones for the dance. The male teachers were "strongly encouraged" to act as chaperones, due to their ability to break up fights and scuffles. Correctly interpreting this as "volunteer or else", Mark of course agreed. He'd planned on going, anyway, especially if the girls and Aaron wanted to go.
So, when he brought up the subject with them that evening, he was rather surprised to find that Kayla and Kristen had just assumed, as a matter of course, that they weren't going. It just hadn't struck them as an option. And of course they didn't care about such silly, frivolous things, anyway. Of course.
He stared at them, trying to understand. "You go to dances to pick up guys," Kristen explained. "We've got one already."- Kayla nodded. "Besides, they're just plain stupid."
He still wasn't sure. What they were saying wasn't really supported by their tones of voice. And they wouldn't meet his eyes. "So... y'all don't want to go?" he asked.
Kayla shrugged, looking away. "Dances are embarrassing."
Kristen nodded. "You get groped a lot."
"Well, it's up to you, of course," he said slowly. "Whatever you want."
Kristen sighed. "If there weren't any people there, it'd be great. I like to dance."
"Maybe we can go dancing in Dallas sometime soon," he suggested.
"They want you to chaperone, huh?" Kristen asked, and he nodded. She sighed again. "They always want all the male teachers."
"Well, I'm kind of obligated," he said apologetically.
"Shit, that's annoying," Kayla said.
Kristen nodded. "Yeah. Though... I guess we could go. We could take Aaron."
"What, both of us?"
"Yeah." Kristen grinned. "Imagine what the guys would think."
Kayla giggled. "Well... you have a point. And I bet that tailor's making you something pretty."
"Both of us," Kristin said.
Mark laughed. "That ought to settle those rumors about him."
Kayla wavered visibly. "Well... I guess. There'd be someone to dance with at this one, anyway. I've never been to one that wasn't evil, though."
Kristen kissed her. "If it's evil, I'll make it up to you afterward, promise."
Her expression softening, Kayla looked at her. "You wanna go, don't you, Kris?"
Slightly embarrassed, Kristen nodded. "Yeah. I think so."
Kayla smiled. "Okay. Then we will. And poor Mark can watch you twitching your cute little ass allllll night."
He groaned. "Y'all are trying to kill me, aren't you?"
Kristen sighed, her face sobering. "I hope not. I'm still a bit worried about that whole 'lovers die young' thing."
"Love, has it occurred to you that maybe that only happens when there are only two people involved?" he asked.
"So all of you lose a bit of life instead of just one of you losing half of it," she said. "That doesn't sound any better."
Kayla hugged her. "It'd be worth it, angel."
Mark shook his head. "That's not what I meant. Look at a plant -- you can trim it back a certain amount, and it actually gets healthier. You only have problems if you cut too much."
"Hmmm.... maybe," she said. "But it's a pretty weak analogy. People don't grow the same way plants do."
"Think of it as exercise, then," Kayla suggested thoughtfully. "If you workout an hour a day, you get healthier. But if you were to do 48 hours straight, it'd probably kill you."
Kristen didn't say anything, just frowned, her expression thoughtful.
Mark nodded. "Hey, maybe that's just it... I can easily see you inspiring me to wear myself out making love to you. With the others involved, I don't because they take up some of your time."
"Maybe," she said again, and a touch of relief crept into her voice. "It makes sense, anyway. But if y'all start looking drained or something... well, we'll have to figure something out."
He bent over and kissed her. "Okay. But right now, I feel anything but drained. How about we go back upstairs, hmm?" he asked, looking at the two of them with raised brows.
Kristen giggled and squirmed around on the couch, laying down in Kayla's lap. "How about we don't waste that much time?" she asked, spreading her legs invitingly.
He was more than happy to accept the invitation.
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