The third day of school started nearly the same as the other days. I woke up early enough to see Teresa and Samantha completely undressed as they struggled to choose what to wear. I used their indecision to allow me the chance to finally repay some of the pleasure they brought me. I decided to start with Samantha who was closest to me. Crawling silently I snuck up on her before I gave a quick kiss to each of her ass cheeks causing her to give a jolt and turn to look at me just in time to see me dive forward to begin eating her out, switching from tunnel to clit every ten or so seconds. After Samantha announced her orgasm with a warbling moan I licked her clean and switched over to Teresa giving Samantha time to shakily get dressed. Giving a swift kiss to each of her cheeks I began feasting on her folds. It was around five minutes into our fun that her legs began to shake. Grandpa's yell of "Time to get up and eat breakfast kids!" caused me to jolt up and bash my nose into Teresa's anus bringing about her orgasm which she announced to the world with a yell of "Cumming!" bursting forth from her lips before she slumped back against me pinning my head between the floor and her pillowy ass. From my cozy prison I vaguely heard grandpa yell "Good!" in response to Teresa. As she staggered up and off of me I gave a quick kiss to each of her ass cheeks again gaining a small blush and a shy smile from her. Throwing on some jeans, socks, shoes, and a plain white t-shirt I began following my ladies downstairs. Teresa and Samantha grabbed an apple while I snarfed down a bowl of wheaties and swiftly made my way to the car as grandpa grabbed the keys. Opening the car door I got into the back seat between Teresa and Samantha while grandpa briefly struggled to start the car. It was a silent ride to school due to the thoughts swimming through my mind. My turbulent thoughts were doing a wonderful job of keeping me occupied and blissfully ignorant of the random surroundings that we drove past. When we reached the school the girls ran ahead as usual with me taking the time to hug grandpa before making my way to the school building. It's funny if you think about it, to grandpa I had been giving him hugs for years, but to me there was a several decades long dry spell of familial affection and I was happy to rectify it. Once I was almost through the doors I heard him rev the engine and begin his drive back home.
Classes were a simple affair of me finishing my work before helping other students with theirs. The moment I finished my work I was paired up with Melody Thompson to my carefully repressed annoyance. Ignoring my grievances from the past or was it future? Either way I ignored the temporal conundrum and did my best to assist her while she did her best to annoy me. Every few seconds another whining bitching remark slithered from her lips. It seemed to be an endless loop of "I don't want to do this.", "This is boring.", or "Could you do this for me?". Looking around I saw my salvation in the form of a slowly reddening Clayton Shaw. Clayton was a unique case in that he didn't turn red when he was angry instead he turned red when he was confused or if he was thinking to hard. He used to say "I turn red when the engine is getting hot.". Of course when his metaphorical engine overheated he could become just a little belligerent. Excusing myself and leaving a rapidly reddening and slack jawed Melody behind I made my way to Clayton's table and took a seat. Clayton looked up with pursed lips, watering eyes, and audibly grinding teeth. Looking at his work I saw he was at the math portion and that only the first three answers were filled in with the answers being 11=2, 12=3, and 22=5. Seeing the bowl of wooden chips the size of pennies at the back of the classroom I decided to do the same lesson that Ms. Melom did with Clayton in my first go round. I brought the bowl over, set it down in front of Clayton, and pulled a single piece of wood out. Holding it between my fingers I looked at Clayton and asked him "Clayton, how many pieces of wood am I holding up?". A gravelly "One" was my reply. Picking up another chip out I asked him "Now how many am I holding?". Squinting slightly at me he said "Two". I put them next to the first question on his paper and pulled out one more chip and looked at him "One" he said. "What happens if I put this one with the other two" I asked as I continued making eye contact with him. "Three?" he asked rather than stating it this time. It seemed seeing me slowly smile seemed to calm him down as some of the red left his face. I saw Ms. Melom watching us out of the corner of my eye as I continued playing teacher. "Ok Clayton this is a hard one" I said as I pulled four chips out and set them on the table in two stacks of two. Reaching a hand into the container I then pulled out five chips and set them on the table in a single stack. "The tall stack is five. What happens if you put the two stacks of two together?" I inquired in a gentle tone. Squinting at the stack he looked at me "More than three?" he asked. Giving him a smile and a nod he itched his head lightly "Less than five?" he muttered out in a way that made it slightly difficult to tell if it was meant as a question or if it was merely a thought spoken aloud. Going with another smile and a nod to Clayton he began to itch his head slightly faster before suddenly stopping. "Four." His answer was as quiet as a gnat sneezing in a hurricane just barely audible yet filled with the same tone as someone who had a life changing epiphany. On and on my tutoring efforts went until at the end of the class Clayton had successfully answered each of the math questions correctly and continued on to the extra credit questions. When the bell rang for lunch my little group left a happy Clayton behind to show off his achievements to a smiling Ms. Melom.
As we walked down the lunch line the thoughts from earlier slithered their way through my mind. How could I make money in an amount high enough to influence enough corrupt politicians to pass the laws I desired? More importantly how could I bribe them without drawing to much attention towards the mysterious goings on? Shelby picked up on my posture and fact that I got skim milk instead of my usual chocolate and watched as I shuffled my way to our usual table. A hushed "What's on your mind Jon?" slithered from her lips the moment our little foursome sat down. I set Persephone's chosen host next to me on the table and immediately felt her invisible and ever curious gaze upon me. Piece by piece I told Shelby of my desires and my plans as well as what I believed would be required to achieve them. Shelby sat and thought for a few minutes to think and finish eating while Samantha and Teresa decided to talk about fashion, which teacher had the best figure, and what they looked like naked. Finally Shelby swallowed the last of her food and said "I may be able to contact someone that can help but it won't be cheap, or easy to get them to actually keep their end of the bargain.". At this point I would deal with anyone to help reach my end goals, so with a nod I sealed my fate as we made our way out to the playground for recess.
The months passed by as I waited for the individual Shelby attempted to communicate with to respond. Classes continued with me being Ms. Melom's little helper which earned me goodwill from most of the staff. The sex was fantastic and ended with me sated and three blissed out ladies with massively swollen cum bellies. Most times we would rest and lay in a spooge glazed forest now lush with green instead of looking dead and barren as Persephone dodged the perverse white raindrops with a smile on her face. It was the first day of school after Easter that things changed. During the first portion of the school day a little before the bell rang a small yet strong hand grabbed my arm and yanked me into the girls bathroom. I quickly spun around to shout at my perceived attacker only to see a nervous Shelby. Raising a finger to her lips to shush me Shelby leaned forward and whispered four simple words "She is waiting outside.". The tone she said those words in was a combination of fear, reverence, and awe. It was the tone of a worshiper about to see their chosen deity and being uncertain of the judgment that would be passed upon them. After we left the bathroom the day continued as normal other than Shelby's nervousness and my own jitters. I left Samantha and Teresa in the dark for now, there was no reason to cause them stress when I wasn't certain of Shelby's acquaintance or their view on humans. At lunch once we put our trays were cleaned and put away our little quartet snuck outside. The moment we entered our little forest we noticed the lack of noise, it was almost like nature itself was some tiny animal holding its breath out of the fear of drawing a predator's attention. The second thing I noticed was a being obscured by the trees. Assuming it was the individual that Shelby spoke of I walked forward to see what it looked like and felt a wave of nausea hit me like a gut punch.
The figure I beheld was a horrifyingly aberrant being that seemed to lack most human traits other than its shape. The first thing that I noticed was its skin was flayed nearly clean off its body except for a triangular patch of blistered skin that went from shoulder to shoulder starting at the very top of its sternum to the bottom of its ribs. Its musculature and flesh was the same sickening gray as long expired hamburger that had been left in the sunlight. The being was completely hairless from the tip of its near skeletal feet to the top of its nearly bare skull. Gathering my courage I looked to its face and instantly regretted it. The creature's eye sockets flickered with a baleful red light as fireflies flew in and out of the gaping holes, its nose was gone revealing the sucking sinuses that laid beneath, and its lipless maw was filled with teeth that looked like yellowed roofing nails. Its hands were large and terminated in long bird like claws that I instinctively knew could disembowel a man with ease. Looking away I looked back to its chest and saw the brutal scars looking like a cross between a poorly thought out mastectomy and an autopsy cadaver's markings. Despite its lack of lips I could picture a predatory smirk on its face like a cat that caught a canary in my mind. With a tilt of its head it opened its mouth and a long blue tongue slowly emerged between dangerous teeth. Faster than I could blink the tongue stretched the distance between us smacking wetly against my cheek before it slowly dragged across the surface of my face leaving not a single millimeter untouched. Eventually I couldn't keep my calm in the face of the sheer bizarreness going on and shuddered slightly causing the tongue to retract back into the being's mouth just as fast as it left. A chuckle that sounded more like a watery cough emerged from the creatures throat along with a dense black smog that smelled of rot that dissipated into the air. After a few moments a smoky and obviously feminine voice reverberated from all around us. "Mmm the Little One said that you were young but I didn't think you would be this young." the figure leaned forward with a creaking of bones following every one of its motions before resting her hands on her knees. The firefly light grew even brighter as the voice resumed "Why you look and taste absolutely scrumptious, perhaps I should eat you up.". Samantha and Teresa huddled closer to me whether it was due to fear or the desire to protect me I couldn't tell with my focus being firmly on the figure in front of me. Something in the back of my mind where the urges of flight or fight made their homes lit up like the Fourth of July. The primordial piece of my brain told me moving or taking my eyes off of the being before me for even the briefest of moments would be the last thing that I would do. The stare off seemed to go on endlessly until the urge to blink became overwhelming. It's considered a useless fact but the average blink of an eye lasts for one tenth of a second which is an infinitesimal amount of time. In that tenth of a second the being had cleared the distance between us, bent down to my eye level, and had her unhinged jaw poised to tear my face off. Before I could say or do anything a reeking cloud of black rot covered my face and everything faded to black.