Olivia of all people appreciated guys that made the threesome first move so today, that’s what he was going to do. The cool air felt good on his face as he left the school out of the back entrance, towards the carpark. Phil heard snickering behind him. “Got some boots to lick, Mr. President?” Phil didn’t even need to turn around to know who that was. “Go to hell, Pierce.” he replied, not bothering to stop. He heard Pierce approach him from behind. Pierce was one of those types black - the bad boys, the edgy ones, the ones that thought smoking cigarettes and getting expelled from several middle schools was a badge of honor. “Wanna know what happened today? You missed something teen big. There w-” Phil stopped to put a hand on Pierce’s chest. “No offense, Pierce, but I’m really busy, and I don’t give a shit.” Pierce swatted away Phil’s hand in disgust. “‘Care about the students,’ my fuckin’ ass.” he grumbled, walking away. Pierce sometimes liked to corner Phil and talked to Hardcore him about how the students of his school were actually delinquents and misbehaved and all that, but Phil knew that he was making the school better, not worse - jading him was completely pointless and didn’t help anything. Annoyed by the distraction, Phil made his way to his car and started to make his way towards Olivia’s house. Phil had been there a few times before, usually to have sex or some kind of foreplay with her, and she gave him the open invitation to anal come anytime, so here he was, even if this wasn’t necessarily for the reason Olivia had in mind. He knew her parents wouldn’t be home yet but the door would be unlocked, so after giving a couple courtesy knocks, he invited himself in, and immediately heard the sounds. He already knew what those sounds meant - he went to parties before, for God’s sake - but for some strange reason, he was dreading them. A repeated slamming, grunting, occasional high-pitched moaning. Olivia was having sex with someone. This should have been the point when Phil turned around and left, but consequences be damned, Phil pressed on, listening for the sounds and eventually finding her getting pounded in the living room, on the couch. “Hmm?” Then she pulled her hand from mine. With that, she moved over on the couch and pulled me towards her. I must go check out the houses down here and will be in Broward later on tonight, just get Betty to hold the girls in my office till I get there, he said it will be taken care of my friend. I melted into the kiss. She took the pouches from my hand and started to apply mehndi on my both hands. I groaned at the silky, incestuous grip of her virginal flesh anal clinging to my cock as I went deeper and deeper. It felt great to let her thoughts out even though she still omitted much. "Hey mom" I managed to say, trying to sound sober. I’m 100% sure that Ryan won’t mind. 'How's everything', she asked? I ask as I gasp for breath. They kept looking at us, particularly Jon who by then threesome had a semi and when Jon caught their eye they smiled back, but said nothing. She had forgotten about giving her email to the three young guys at the start of the night, what with all the humiliating chaos that ensued after they left. “You’ll see,” she says with a somewhat sadistic grin. He actually said I do a better job than YOU!" Eventually she caught me staring. He never took a pump on it, instead slowly taking it in little by little until it fully disappeared from my sight. “Yes, Kate and I always inspect teen our butts afterwards; what does my butt look like?” After her punishment Trish had no resistance left and quickly dressed hoping black to please her Mistress. Went off to Paris to find herself and wasn’t sure if she was coming back. I realized we've somehow been thrown into Hardcore all this together and I'd never really talked much to this guy.