Central High Blues Ch 08

The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home.

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I had another weird dream, and it featured my oversized dick as a character again. This time, though, it wasn't my "evil dick" having its way with anyone. Instead, it looked like a haggard old man, wilted and resting in a wheelchair. I snorted when I saw him sitting there and shook my head.

"You had that coming," I muttered.

I was surprised when my dick answered, and it had my voice.

"This wasn't my choice, Josh," my dick said a little bitterly, "It was always your choices that I've been paying for. I never got hard for your mom or your sister until you started having those lustful thoughts about them. Hell, I was happy just to finally get inside Leanne. Why did you let her get away?"

"I—I didn't have a choice," I stammered.

It was weird enough already, but then my dick was laughing at me.

"Bullshit!" he spat. "It was always your choice. You never assert yourself when it matters. As soon as some sexy thing gets me going, you just let her do whatever she wants. Then you blame me afterwards."

Again, I have no idea why my dick would need to breathe, but he took a long, sad breath and sighed.

"You know you're killing us both, don't you?"

I felt pressure on my chest, and it reminded me that I was supposed to be taking it easy. My heart wasn't supposed to be taking all the stress I had been putting on it. Was I having a heart attack?

My eyes snapped open and I struggled to sit up, only then realizing my father was in my room. He had his hand on my chest and he was looking at me with loving concern in his eyes.

"Are you okay, Son?" he asked softly.

I nodded and blew out a relieved breath.

"Just another bad dream," I mumbled.

He nodded, but then chewed his lip. "Josh, it's still really early. Deirdre called, and that's what woke me up. She wanted to know if you were coming over this morning."

I blinked and tried to recall whether I was supposed to or not. That was tough, particularly just after waking up. I could clearly recall her calling me Friday morning, begging me NOT to come over. Then, that same afternoon she was begging me to fuck her in the ass—that gorgeous, muscular, fitness-instructor ass of hers...

My dick lurched beneath my sheet, and it was still a little sore. That reminded me of the crazy-ass dream I had and I chuckled without mirth.

"It's gotten completely out of control," I muttered.

"Oh, thank God," my dad said, letting out a long breath. "I didn't know how to say it without sounding like a total hypocrite."

I looked up at him and blinked. It was tough to read his expression in the dim pre-dawn light of my bedroom, but I couldn't miss the bitterness in his tone. I sat up and took a slow breath, then got out of bed and turned on my light and closed the door. Dad sat on my bed next to me so we could have a long-overdue talk.

"I wasn't lying when I told you I had never cheated on your mother," he said, shaking his head. "I love her more now than ever, but this last weekend...Jesus, that was insane! I still can't believe it happened. It was like...like a dirty fantasy that I should feel guilty for even having. Does that make sense?"

I nodded and knew we were both reliving the more outrageous portions of the past weekend in our minds. Our happy, respectable family had become something really twisted lately. I shook my head, and then bit back a chuckle when I saw my father shaking his head the exact same way. My expression was probably just as troubled as his. I blew out a breath.

"Well, Dad, what are we going to do?" I asked. He looked up at me sharply, and I knew he didn't have a plan. I quickly added, "I mean, we're two really smart guys. We need to figure this out before it turns into a disaster."

He looked relieved and nodded in agreement, clearly glad I wasn't putting this entirely on his shoulders. I wasn't asking him to lay down the law. We were going to do it together. After a long moment's thought, he finally spoke.

"Josh, I think you need to stop having sex with your teachers." He shook his head and winced. "I know that's going to be tough, especially with Lisa."

I took a moment to think really hard about that one. "Damn, that's going to be really tough," I muttered. "She's practically family at this point. But...I think I know how to get her to make that decision for us."

"How's that?" Dad asked.

"Well, you know I'm one of her favorite students—and not just because of the sex. But, Trina is another one of her favorite students. Both of us have been there for her, supporting her as a teacher from the first day of school. Trina doesn't know that I've been having sex with Lisa. I think she'll voluntarily stay away if she thinks she's interfering with mine and Trina's relationship. I plan to tell her as plainly as possible that I am uncomfortable with the way things are now, and that is part of the reason why."

"Hmm," Dad said, turning it over in his head before nodding slowly. "I hope you're right. I'm not sure she will be that reasonable, though."

I sighed. "Well, it would depend on Mom too. You too, for that matter. She's probably spent as much time having sex with you two as she has with me."

He gave me another sharp look before blowing out a breath and nodding again. I hadn't been accusing him of anything, but I realized from his reaction it could have sounded that way. Then I narrowed my eyes and thought about it. Mom

had

really taken advantage of Lisa, right after I brought her into our home.

I had never called her on it, but I had brought my vulnerable little Biology teacher to our house in the first place so that she could feel safe and know that she had friends. That same afternoon, while I was out helping Heather pack and move, my mother had turned my sweet, vulnerable Lisa into her submissive plaything.

I wanted to feel angry about it, but still got hard at the memory. Then I just felt guilty. When I had met her that first day of school, I had felt the need to step up and come to her rescue. Something about her appearance just triggered that nerdy, chivalrous response in me. Then I had taken her as soon as my mother encouraged her to suck my dick. Those chivalrous instincts had evaporated as soon as she was naked in front of me.

Lisa had never complained about any of it. She had fallen in love with me, and she would do whatever I wanted. I should have felt incredibly lucky. Lisa was gorgeous, smart, and had an incredibly sexy little stacked body. Why was I so determined to push her away again?

I chewed my lip while I thought about it. My dad raised an eyebrow.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

"I was thinking...Lisa's incredible. I'm so spoiled, Dad. Before I got sick, I would have been enthralled with her. That woman is everything a man could hope to have. She loves me. Now I'm trying to figure out how to push her away." I shook my head and blew out a snort. "But the same could be said for Brenda Cahill, my English teacher."

Dad groaned softly. "Don't remind me," he muttered. "When you called me from her apartment that night...Jesus. It was a good thing your mother was in the mood, because I had a boner that wouldn't quit."

I couldn't help but laugh when he said that. He just smiled and shook his head.

"Are there any more of your teachers you've been having sex with?" he asked.

I started shaking my head, but then I remembered that chance encounter with Miss Smith. Then there had been a couple of close calls with Coach Perrine, and she had made it clear she expected more. Mrs. Bollinger had been equally straightforward. She wanted "her turn" after she had seen the way Miss Smith had so obviously enjoyed that late afternoon tryst with me. Just thinking about those sexy women had my dick stirring in my shorts.

"There...are...three more of my teachers who have made it clear they want to have sex with me," I slowly replied. "I think I can put them off if I tell them the principal is keeping a close eye on me." I thought about that for a moment and nodded. That strategy had worked when Brenda Cahill had gotten demanding, and she was a nymphomaniac.

"I think I can talk to each of my teachers, privately, and let them know we have to stop. What about Mom, though? If she's not on board with this..." I spread my hands helplessly.

Dad gave me a grim smile. "I'll take care of her. But that will mean she won't be having sex with you anymore. Can you live with that?"

I blew out a long breath and thought about it. As soon as I did, though, I realized I had not enjoyed having sex with my mom nearly as much lately. So often we were interrupted, or our time together was brief and rushed. It was tough to recall the last time I had enjoyed a truly intimate moment alone with her, and that had been when I was home sick and we'd cuddled in my parents' bed before I fell asleep.

I really wanted her back as my Mom, instead of a sexy woman I was fucking. I was nodding before I realized it.

"Don't get me wrong, Dad, I still think Mom is one of the sexiest women I know. But I miss having her as my 'Mom' if that makes sense. Once we started having sex...it just wasn't the same. I miss my mom."

"That's so sweet," Mom murmured from the doorway.

Dad and I both jerked our heads over to stare at her. We hadn't even heard the bedroom door open.

"Really, though, you two should have invited me before you started this conversation," she continued, arching an eyebrow.

I nodded, but Dad shook his head.

"We weren't planning to have a conversation," he replied flatly. "But I'm glad we started it. Things have gotten so crazy around here lately that I have a tough time keeping track of what's going on." He held out his hands and guided my mother into his lap facing him. "I was always happy to be with you, baby. I never wanted anyone else. Oh, I really wanted your sexy ass, and I'm glad we finally figured that out," he growled, "but I really want to go back to being a

family

again. Lately it feels like I'm living in an asylum. I have no idea what to expect when I walk in that door."

"You didn't appreciate Beth—" she started, in a teasing tone.

"That never should have happened," he snapped. "Look, our daughter is a sexy young woman. But I shouldn't have sex with her, and you shouldn't have pushed her into bed with me. We can't go back and un-do what happened this weekend, but I need you to know I really don't want it to happen again."

Mom let out a long sigh, and leaned down to kiss him tenderly. "I understand, baby," she murmured into his mouth. "I love it when you take charge like this, you know."

"Good," he replied, kissing her again. "Now, it is way too early and I'm going back to bed. We should have this discussion as a family this evening."

Mom stood up from his lap, and Dad yawned before giving me a hug. Then he was out the door and heading back to his room. Mom turned and looked at me, and it was impossible for me to ignore how incredible she looked in that sexy little nightie. Her nipples alone made me salivate.

"Are you sure this is what you want, Joshua?" she whispered.

"No," I chuckled, stepping forward and squeezing her to me in a tight hug. "But I think it's what I need, Mom."

She hugged me and sighed against my neck. "I understand, sweetheart. I'll try to be good."

We shared a chaste peck on the lips and I almost managed not to stare at my mother's sexy ass as she walked out my bedroom door. I sighed again and took one step forward. I was planning to turn off the light and go back to bed, but then remembered the reason Dad had come into my room in the first place. I picked up my phone and called Deirdre.

"Good morning," I murmured when she answered the phone.

"Mmm. Good morning," she replied. "Are you coming over this morning?"

"I thought we agreed that was a bad idea," I reminded her.

"Oh," she muttered, "I totally forgot about that. After the wonderful evening we had...I was lying here and hoped I'd get to see you this morning."

I could practically picture her toned body, lying naked in her bed, and suppressed a groan. My dick had lurched in my shorts again, and I was still tender.

"God, I would love to see you," I sighed. "Unfortunately...I don't want to make you feel guilty or anything, but I'm actually a little raw down there. You and Trina were incredible, but you were also incredibly tight. I'm afraid I won't be able to enjoy that again for a couple of days. Believe me, I wish that wasn't the case. I'd be on my way over already otherwise."

I could practically hear her wince when she sucked in that breath, and then she moaned lustily at the end of my explanation. "So, we won't see you this morning?"

"No, I'll pick Trina up for school. I just won't be there early enough for any hanky-panky. Sorry."

"Okay," she sighed. "Thanks for letting me know, Josh. I'll try to go back to sleep. See you in a couple hours."

"Sweet dreams," I replied.

I hung up and turned off my light. Then I lay in my bed and thought about each of my sexy teachers, my mom and sister, Heather and Nurse Hamilton. I replayed the plan I had discussed with my father, chewing my lip and nodding. If they thought Principal Hill was personally keeping an eye on me...then I had to chuckle softly. My sexy principal had enjoyed my dick and my tongue every bit as much as my teachers. Who was going to keep an eye on her?

It had been different with her, though. Her sense of isolation had been similar to Lisa's, but she was an experienced, professional educator. If I met with her and apologized for having sex with her, she would probably be relieved. Then I found myself wondering if I could somehow bring her onboard with my plan, without getting any of my teachers into trouble.

I started working that around in my head, but it was still super early and I fell asleep. I was still thinking about my prim and proper principal, and of visiting her in her office, so of course it turned into a pornographic dream.

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In the dream, Doctor Hill was seated behind her big, impressive executive desk. Her hair was drawn up in a big bun atop her head, and she was wearing those glasses with the thick, dark rims. The dark blazer she wore was like most of her professional outfits, designed to conceal the lovely curve of her breasts. I couldn't help but picture her naked in my bed, and my dick was already hard when I walked into her office. She gave me a thin smile when I walked in.

"Good morning, Josh," she said. "Can I help you with something?"

"I hope so," I sighed. Then I turned and saw Linda, the gossipy office manager, looking at me from where she stood behind that long counter. "It's kind of personal," I added, unsurprised to see Linda lick her lips.

That woman loved a good piece of juicy gossip like a dog loves a juicy steak. Her nose was practically twitching.

"Go ahead and close the door," Doctor Hill said.

As I pushed the door closed, I could read the disappointment on Linda's face. I turned to regard my principal as she rose from her seat and walked around the desk. She was doing it so we could talk quietly, but I couldn't help but take note of the skirt she wore and recall how much I had enjoyed licking her pussy the last time I'd seen her. It didn't help my condition one bit.

"What seems to be the problem?" she asked quietly.

I sighed and set my book bag down on the chair in front of her desk, and then reached down to unzip my baggy pants. She gasped and her eyes were wide when she looked down at my crotch. I pulled out my straining dick and held it out.

"It's been like this all morning," I groaned. "There's no way I can go through my school day like this, Doctor Hill."

She trembled as I turned her body and bent her over the desk, and let out a gasp as I lifted the back of her skirt.

"Josh! We can't do this!" she hissed.

Since it was a dream, she wasn't wearing anything under that skirt. She let out a low groan as the fat head of my dick spread her wet little pussy wide open, and then she bit her forearm so she wouldn't cry out as I fucked her.

"Oh, God, yes," I groaned. "This is exactly what I needed, Doctor Hill."

She moaned and shuddered, biting her arm hard as her pussy drenched my shaft. Then she released her arm from her mouth with a gasp and turned to look over her shoulder at me.

"We need to stop! You can't come inside me, Josh, you'll get me pregnant!"

"Shh, it's okay," I assured her, leaning forward and giving her a soft kiss. I loved the way her wet, tight little pussy took every inch of my dick. I thrust into her three more times and we moaned into each others' mouths before I broke off the kiss. "You'll make a wonderful mother," I whispered, and then I bit my lip and came inside her.

Her mouth and eyes shot open, and her entire body shook as she felt me filling her fertile womb with a massive load of fresh, potent sperm. She continued staring at me through the entire length of my orgasm, before shuddering and pulling away. We both panted and she looked down at my sloppy cock. A pearly drip fell from the tip of my dick and landed in the dark carpet.

"I can't believe you did that!" she hissed.

Then she grabbed a tissue from her desk and squatted carefully to wipe up that little drop of evidence. After she had gotten it, she looked up and my dick was right in her face. She groaned softly in protest when I pushed it between her lips.

"We really need to clean me up, and this is the only way," I assured her as I slowly fucked her mouth. "If we just used a tissue, that would be in your wastebasket all day, smelling like your pussy juices and my fresh cum. There you go. Oh, that feels so nice, Doctor Hill."

By the time she pulled her mouth off of me, I was completely hard again. She swallowed heavily and stared at my renewed erection bobbing right in front of her face.

"You're so bad," she whispered. "Now I have to go see Nurse Hamilton."

She struggled to her feet and I managed to turn and push my dick back into my pants while she unlocked her door and staggered out. Linda was looking at me with consternation. I felt a little jolt of fear, knowing she would run her mouth and Doctor Hill would get fired. I let out a long sigh. There was only one way to keep her quiet about this.

"Linda, could I talk to you for a minute?" I asked softly. "I have a really personal problem, and it wasn't something Doctor Hill could really take care of for me."

Her eyes lit up at "really personal problem" and she looked around quickly before joining me in Doctor Hill's office. She was shocked and protested when I showed her my "problem."

"I—I—I—I can't, Josh! I—I'm a married woman! I—I—Good God, that's a really big dick. Oh, what are you doing? You—you shouldn't be touching me there! Please, you can't just pull down my panties like that..."

In the end, she wound up just like Doctor Hill had, bent over the desk and moaning as I fucked her tight little pussy from behind and filled her up with my second load of hot baby batter. She lay on the desk for a while, panting, while I pulled up her panties and tucked my dick back into my pants.

"I can't believe you did that," she groaned softly. "What if I get pregnant?"

I bent and kissed her softly on the cheek. "It will be okay, Linda," I whispered. "I'm sure you can keep it a secret."

Her eyes widened in horror as I chuckled softly and walked away. I paused by the door to Nurse Hamilton's office, and heard Principal Hill moaning helplessly. I couldn't help but push the door open, and watched Nurse Hamilton slurping the fresh creampie out of my principal's pussy as she writhed in that little plastic chair. The bell rang, and students were pouring in the front doors, heading to their classes. I quietly pulled that door closed, and hitched the strap of my book bag onto my shoulder as I headed out the office door. Then the bell was replaced by the beeping of my alarm clock.