Chapter 1

First Monday in January

Beginning of the Spring Semester

Okay, so for those of you who don’t know me, I’m Tamara Kodec. I’m originally from Sarajevo in Bosnia-Herzegovina, but I’ve lived in the States for a while now and in Wisconsin in particular. I live with Anita, my mother, and as of recently, ours isn’t a normal mother-daughter relationship. Yes, we do mother-daughter incest, among other things, of course. We definitely share men, especially certain men who more than make the cut, such as our Master, Jack Visconti, and his father, Aldo Visconti.

There was also Bert Bamburg, who was in the Program with me for this first week of the spring semester at Pulaski High School. Bert used to be Old Order Amish, but he left during Rumspringa at sixteen, and unlike most Amish youth, he didn’t return. Instead, he stayed and was placed with a foster family, catching up on his education with shocking speed, too. He struggled for a little while about his sexual kinks and fantasies, but by the end of the last week of school prior to Christmas break, he was ready to embrace his true self. He decided to submit, sexually as well as in other ways, to Julie Avignon, Master Jack’s stepsister and fiancee.

Lately, mind you, we all lived together, increasingly so, at least within this growing community of partners and lovers led by Master Jack and Mistress Julie, as well as Aldo, Erica, Noelle, and Rania, Jamie Lazaro (the principal at Pulaski High School, who also used to be a professional tennis player), Raquel Ortiz (the school nurse), Claire Donovan (the captain of the cheerleading squad), Coach Aletheia Venizelos (the gym teacher who also coached the girls’ sports teams), and Michelle Southall (the leader of the majorettes), for example. I was a bit of a leader myself, as president of the student council, of course.

Even so, not everyone lived with us ... yet. That could well change. All that I knew was that this was my first day in the Program, and I fully embraced my new challenge. I was going to prove to Master Jack the full scale of my sincerity by gladly and freely walking nude through the halls of Pulaski, with Bert at my side, just as Mistress Julie and he did. I wondered what else I would face this Naked In School week, of course, and I was absolutely about to find out.

It was a little different doing this as sex slaves, albeit willing ones, of course. We knew the score, Bert and I. Master and Mistress wanted us to submit to just about every demand or request, no matter how wild, unless it was mutilation/maiming, scat, or golden showers. Otherwise, we had better comply and we knew it. As we entered the campus, driven there by Jamie herself, she ushered us into her office, despite already being nude.

“Alright, you two, let’s see you bite me ... on my ass! Both of you ... do it ... bite my bum! And lick and kiss it, of course,” Jamie insisted, not that we objected in the least, of course.

Bert and I both blushed a little, but quickly got to work, servicing the principal with our lips, tongues, and teeth. The pro tennis player turned high school principal squirmed under our oral favors, pleasure rising in her luscious snatch as we devoured her bottom with relish. It was sweet, a little sweaty, and maybe a little salty, but not too bad at all. We delighted in the musky scent of her most sensual parts. Her orgasm was achieved as a matter of pride to us, of course. We were resolved to make her knees buckle with ecstasy, and we well surpassed that goal.

“There you guys go, my dears ... now, run along to homeroom ... we can’t have you late! I hope that you enjoyed your breakfast, folks,” Jamie told us with a passionate kiss to each of our mouths, even as we made out with each other, Bert and I.

“Um, damn, I knew that you’d be one helluva yummy treat!” Oscar Pendejo proved that he could be every bit his namesake as before when he wished to be, “suck my cock, bitch!”

I was, yes, forced to kneel and take his dick in my mouth, even as another person grabbed me in the hallway and pried apart my cheeks to taste my ass for now. It wasn’t too bad, a bit too sweaty for my taste, and not in a good way like Jamie, but mostly, it was a rather veiny prick that I sucked until I made him blow into my waiting mouth. His load was salty, but I lapped it up as if pleased and winked up at him. It was best to kill him with kindness, at least until he learned his lesson properly, which he evidently hadn’t yet.

I looked over and saw that Bert had been subjected to repeated sessions of fisting particular girls who just wanted to feel his big hands inside them. To say that he made all of them cum good, loud, and messy was to understate things considerably, and his knuckles were very slick with their juices by the end of the session in the hallway. The hall monitors simply laughed at his plight, especially since they enjoyed his performance and wanted more for themselves.

Before you ask, yes, it was Myles and Allen this time, but they adored a good fisting to their assholes. That was when the newly arrived Polish exchange student, Mieczyslaw Makar, took me roughly by the hair of my head and shoved his cock down my throat. I winced for a second from the pain, and then gasped and gagged for breath, but I soon adjusted to the new reality, choking on his big, thick prick for good measure.