Victory Tour (Part 266)

Thursday, Nov. 15

"You'd better get up, Daddy," a voice I thought I should recognize announced, forcing its way into my consciousness. "It's almost 7."

"OK, baby," I replied automatically as I struggled to come awake.

It took some time, but I slowly achieved functionality to the extent I was eventually sitting on the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor. I knew I was supposed to be doing something, but for the life of me I couldn't think what.

"Go wash up, Daddy," the voice commanded as the fog still swirled in my head. "Breakfast is almost ready. Hurry or you'll be late for school."

Oh, yeah. School. It was ... lemme see now ... Thursday. I had to take the test on the game plan this morning.

Game plan? That's right. I really am playing football. And the Mighty Blue will host the Wildcats in the first round of the playoffs ... tomorrow night?

The pieces were slowly coming together as I staggered toward the bathroom, but it was extremely hazy.

Splashing water on my face helped a little bit. I remembered I needed to give a sweet redhead a lift to school. And that I had other classes to do work for. Something about a depressed Danish dude. And I needed to make up some shit for a writing class. Why was I taking a writing class?

At least I woke up enough to figure out I didn't really need a shower. A quick wipedown with a washrag would do. I should also shave. And brush my teeth. Mouth was a little funky this morning.

Soon enough, I stepped out to look for some clothes. What I found was an attractive 30-something blonde wearing a skirt and blouse sipping coffee at a little table. She should probably do up another button on that blouse. I seemed to recall it was supposed to be kinda chilly out there today.

Behind the blonde, a pretty little brunette waif in a housedress was filling a plate, which she soon placed on the table.

"Get dressed, Daddy," the brunette said with a bit of exasperation. "Breakfast is ready."

"Yes, ma'am," I grunted, trying to remember where clothes were. A look to my left solved that mystery. It looked like those wire shelves held items I could wear.

"You look like you're moving a little slow this morning, Master," the blonde grinned as I turned toward the shelves. "Was Elise that hard on you last night?"

Elise? Was that the tall girl? Yeah. Elise. I vaguely recalled two well-formed tits that filled my hands nicely. And incredible legs. Legs that met to form an incredible ass. An ass that I had fucked last night.

One night after I had fucked ... the two women who were trying to get me started on my day. Which was one night after I'd fucked a Punjabi virgin and ... my babelicious aunt? Who was also a teacher at my school?

No wonder I was so fuzzy-headed.

I might ought to cut back a little. Surprised I was able to stand on my own after a stretch like that. My legs wouldn't get me through a football game at this rate.

I found a shirt that would keep me covered and a pair of jeans that should help combat the chill. After struggling into the items — it took me two tries with the shirt after putting it on backwards the first time — I realized I needed something on my feet. Socks were in ... one of the drawers of the little dresser next to the bed. Those running shoes I saw next to the shelves oughta work.

Finally dressed, I stumbled to the little table. The blonde woman waited until I was seated before crawling into my lap.

"So, what did you and Elise get up to last night?" she grinned as she scooped up a forkful of scrambled eggs and fed me.

"She needed my help with a little problem," I mumbled around the food as memories of the evening seeped into my brain. "She said her buttplug was driving her crazy."

"How did you fix that 'little problem,' Daddy?" the brunette asked, sliding into the seat the blonde had vacated.

"Took the buttplug out," I grunted. "Then put something else in her butt."

"You poked her in the pooper?" the blonde asked in surprise.

"You shouldn't have done that, Daddy," the brunette complained. "I told her she needed to wear it for a couple of days before going further."

"Yeah, well, maybe you shoulda told me about that," I snapped. "She said it made her horny, kept her on the edge of coming."

"So, you took her over the edge," the blonde smirked, stuffing more food in my mouth.

Hey, what was I supposed to do? That winking asshole was right there in front of me!

"She didn't object," I managed to say after swallowing another bite. "Figured it was better than taking a chance on getting her pregnant. Her implant is close to if not past its expiration date."

The food seemed to edge me a little closer to functionality. I started remembering more snippets, like the brunette was named Marie and the blonde was named Josephine. Were they really my submissive pets? The way Jo squirmed in my lap sure seemed to indicate we had a history.

"Well, be careful with the other girls," Marie said. "Who are you supposed to see next?"

Good question. If this was Thursday, probably no one until after Friday's game. And just how many girls am I seeing in the first place if we're talking about who I shouldn't buttfuck?

It took some effort, but the information slowly emerged into my mind.

"I'm supposed to take Ny'Quesha to the cookout after the game tomorrow," I recalled. "It's her reward for making straight A's. It's Bethany's turn to go out Saturday, but I haven't heard what the plan is."

At least the little blonde seemed to expect her turn. I didn't think she'd pass to give one of the other girls a chance like Morgan had last week. But that had been more because Mrs. Ensberry got in one of her snits about the way I treated her daughter. Bethany's mom, the blonde goddess Jan, seemed to expect the same treatment her daughter received, but she was out of town with Arlene, the redheaded goddess.

More and more pieces of the puzzle that was my life were falling into place.

"Wait until I tell you it's OK before you take another girl back there for the first time," Marie commanded. "Beth's done it enough it shouldn't be a problem. The new girls need to work up to having something that big shoved up their butt."

"Yes, ma'am," I mumbled as Jo lifted another forkful to my face.

"You can shove it up my butt if you want anal, Master," Jo cooed as she fed me the bite. "That's what pets are for. You don't even have to ask. I'll even keep myself lubed for whenever you're ready."

The way the blonde squirmed in my lap made me think I'd be ready pretty soon, but I had to get to school. Besides, it wasn't like I'd forced myself on the ones I'd already sodomized. Even Jo had been prepared for the act, she'd just never performed it with a guy before I "saved" her last Friday night. Elise was the first I'd taken anally who hadn't specifically asked for it. But she sure seemed ready.

Yeah, there was my last time with Bethany where I'd plugged in while she was dozing, but she'd asked me to go there a few times already. She seemed to expect it after I broke her in over the summer.

If pressed, I'd say Staci was the most likely candidate to ask me to go spelunking next. She'd at least expressed curiosity, if not interest, but thought we should wait until after football before trying anything.

As for the rest, I was in no hurry. But there were some great asses that would be hard to resist if I ever found myself in a situation similar to last night. Still, I intended to fuck their pussies first.

I was almost operational by the time Jo fed me the last bite and Marie made sure I finished my pineapple juice.

"Thank you, ladies," I said, easing the blonde off my lap. "I'd better get moving."

"Have a good day, Master," Jo said before sticking her tongue in my mouth. Hard to believe it hadn't even been a week since her first encounter with a male.

"Will you come here tonight, Daddy?" Marie asked as she moved in for her smooch.

"Maybe," I hedged, trying to remember if there was anything on my schedule. For some reason, the topic of satellite phones pushed its way into my mind. "Probably, now that I think about it. I'd better avoid my mother for a little bit longer."

"You're going to have to deal with her one of these days," Marie sighed, reluctantly letting me go. "At least you haven't gotten me pregnant. Yet. I think. You'd better go. Sherry'll be expecting you."

"See y'all tonight, then," I smiled.

Wait, what'd she mean by "I think?"

I was just glad I had enough awareness to make sure I had the items I needed to get through the day. School ID, wallet, car keys, house keys, phone. As I stuffed my pockets, I remembered I should take my backpack loaded with books and my laptop. A look showed it was residing in the easy chair in front of the TV.

As I stepped toward the door, I felt the chill of a November morning seeping through. Might need a jacket. That spiffy letter jacket hanging from the clothes bar would do. Hard to believe I'd lettered in football at a school our size.

Once outside, it took a bit to remember where I'd left my car. It wasn't sitting in its usual spot next to Arlene's kitchen door. It wasn't in the alley, either.

Stepping into the alley at least helped me realize I'd parked in Gladys Osborne's garage last night. A frost-covered windshield would not be an issue this morning.

The downside was I had to go through the house to get to the car.

I was feeling the chill by the time I got to the back door, unlocked it and slipped inside. It was noticeably warmer, even with all the glass on the porch/sun room/utility room. God, I hope I hadn't left the heat turned up when I left last night. I might be a billionaire, but that was no reason to be wasteful.

A check of the thermostat, which was located on the section of wall between the stairwell and master suite, showed it was set to 74 degrees. I turned it down to 68. Dad would be proud of me.

Just as I stepped into the garage and hit the button to raise the door, my phone rang. I didn't even realize it was turned on. Maybe Marie had plugged it in for me last night. At least it wasn't Mom calling to see if I was up. Or calling to give me another ration of shit.

Instead, the screen ID'ed the caller as Jan Metzger. A moment of panic swept through me as I hurried to answer. The thought of something going wrong with Arlene's pregnancy wasn't one I was prepared to deal with.

"Good morning, beautiful," I said as I slid behind the wheel. "Is everything OK?"

"Good morning yourself, stud," the blonde goddess cooed seductively. "And things are going just fine. Arlene wanted to make sure you didn't defile another virgin last night."

Well, not in the way she probably thought.

"What I said was the bastard better not've banged another bimbo," came from the background.

I don't think that was a fair description of Chanda. It wasn't like she'd been fooling around with other guys. Her hymen had still been intact, after all.

"Hang on a sec," I said, digging the car keys out of a pocket — why'd my girlfriends buy me such tight jeans? — and inserting the proper one into the ignition. "Lemme get cranked up so I can connect to Bluetooth."

"Have you picked up Sherry yet?" Jan asked while I started the car.

"Just leaving Gladys' garage," I said, shifting into reverse.

"Good," Jan said over the car speakers as the call connected. "I was afraid to call earlier, but wanted to talk to you before you got to her house. Sounds like I timed it just right."

"What do you need to talk about?" I asked, backing out far enough to close the garage, waiting just a tick to make sure the door was lowering.

"Your Christmas party," Jan said.

"What Christmas party?" I asked.

"Morgan said you were going to dress up as Santa and let us all sit on your lap," Jan said. "She said we all have to wear panties if we want to avoid winding up on the naughty list."

I struggled to recall the details of that particular conversation while waiting for a car in the street to clear so I could back out of the drive. Was that Hazel Thackeray doing a slow drive-by? Better inform the Tri-Star guys to keep an eye out for a maroon GMC SUV.

"Are you still there?" Jan asked.

"Just makin' sure I don't get run over," I said, continuing once the vehicle in question turned the corner. "OK, if I remember correctly, I offered to dress as Santa and let Morgan sit on my lap and tell me what she wants for Christmas. She was worried she may not get a December date if her mom doesn't calm down, but I still get to buy her a present.

"There may have been mention of other girls and who may or may not be likely to forget their panties, but we didn't get around to things like time, date and place. I haven't even started looking for a Santa suit yet."

"We can handle that for you," Arlene said from the background. "I know a place that does costumes."

"Yeah, Ar wants to wear a sexy elf costume before she gets too big," Jan snickered. "We can let her be Mrs. Claus. No need in advertising she's been a naughty elf."

"I was not naughty!" the redhead protested vehemently. "It's not like I got preggers from some random hookup!"

"No, you just had a random hookup, anyway," Jan retorted. "At least you were smart enough to keep this one."

"Why should men have all the fun?" Arlene shot back. "If they can have their rubber dollies, women should be allowed to have our toy boys."

"That's no excuse to act like a slutty elf," Jan snarked.

"Like you're one to talk, taking him to bed the night after your own daughter had her first date with him," Arlene countered. "That was pretty slutty, too."

"Bimbo."

"Hussy."

"Bitch."

"Whore."

The redheaded goddess must be having some crazy hormonal mood swings this week. That was the only explanation I could come up with for the increasingly weird conversations we'd had the last couple of days.

"I'll let y'all figure all that stuff out," I said as I steered toward the JV cheerleader's house. "Between all our houses and the club, there should be plenty of locations to choose from. The only issue I can see is picking a date. We'll probably start playing on Saturdays if we win this week. If we make state, it'll almost be Christmas Eve before I could do it."

"Sundays are good for me," Jan said.

"Which probably knocks out the Osborne house," I said. "I get the feeling my grandfather and teammates are planning to watch NFL games on that big screen."

"Let's see," Arlene said as if she was looking up something. "Our local team plays two Thursdays in a row after this weekend, so Sunday Dec. 2 should be doable. Think you can knock up the blonde bimbo by then?"

"Hey!" Jan protested. "But I'll probably be close to starting by then if he doesn't."

"I'd better let y'all get on with your day," I said, turning onto a residential street. "I'm almost to Sherry's. Is this party common knowledge or should I keep my mouth shut."

"At east keep it quiet for now," Arlene commanded. "I seriously doubt you can keep your mouth shut, though. How else are you going to play tonsil hockey with all your teenyboppers?"

I just had to let that one go. She had a point.

I pulled up to the Parkers just in time for a round of "love yous" and a reminder they should be home Sunday afternoon. Both goddesses wanted to watch the replay of our game since they had to miss it in their pursuit of wealth, so we'd better win.

"I'll see what I can do," I grinned, thinking the only impact I was likely to have depended on me getting footballs on tees for kicks. I seriously doubted I'd get in for a play from scrimmage.

Sherry was already out the door before I got out of the car. She still waited for me to come escort her down the steps. She must be made of sterner stuff than me. I would have stayed inside as long as possible. It was cold out here!

"Good morning," the sweet girl smiled as I mounted the steps, slipping her tongue into my mouth as soon as I was in range.

I don't know if Arlene and Jan had bet on how long I could keep my mouth shut around teenyboppers, but whoever took the under should have won. That was, what, less than two minutes?

I helped Sherry down the steps and to the car, dropped her bag in the trunk, helped her get seated and buckled in despite the bulky coat.

"It feels warmer in here than it did yesterday," she said as I slid into my seat, closed the door and cranked up.

"Parked in my garage last night," I said. "It didn't have frost covering it this morning. That probably helped."

"See, you are more than just a pretty face," Sherry grinned wickedly as I pulled away from the curb.

We were almost to school, just needing traffic to clear enough to make the turn onto the street leading to the senior lot, when Sherry hit me with the next bit of news.

"Morgan said you want to have a Christmas party," she said, making me think Morgan was the one who wanted to have a Christmas party. I was just the person who'd get to pay for it.

"First I've heard of it," I grunted before covering my mouth to smoother a fake cough.

"Well, I just wanted to tell you to wait until after I finish my treatment," she said. "Probably a week after, which would make it the second weekend of December. My oncologist said if everything goes well again, she might be able to declare me cancer-free before Christmas."

"Now that would be a gift worth getting," I smiled. "Give us a good reason to celebrate."

"That and winning a state championship," she grinned. "But let me know when you decide for sure. I need to order my costume."

"Costume?" I asked.

"Morgan said you're going to dress up as Santa, so we should dress up as elves," Sherry said. "I found this site online that has sexy elf costumes. I'll need to get a pushup bra, though. Those models had cleavage just spilling out of their tops. I thought you might like that."

Yeah, there's no doubt about it. These girls can read my mind.