Step Into Christmas
Copyright© 2020 by Col. Jack Harrison
Chapter 19
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 19 - Title inspired by Elton John's song, though little else. It's the last week before Christmas, and the Naked In School program isn't suspended just because of the holidays. In fact, two step-siblings are chosen to be in the Program, naked in front of each other for the first time since their folks wed.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Ma/mt Mult Teenagers Consensual Gay BiSexual Heterosexual School Magic Cheating Sharing Slut Wife Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins BDSM DomSub Rough Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting Doctor/Nurse Public Sex Teacher/Student Nudism
“Life is what happens to us while we are making other plans.” ― Allen Saunders
“I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints. The sinners are much more fun.” - Billy Joel
“Everyone’s loved when he’s dead.”
“I wouldn’t count on it if I were you.” - Livia and Sejanus, I Claudius
I arrived in Mr. Vandal’s Art class to find Miriam Stoltz kneeling in front of my usual desk. She was ready to serve me in any capacity, something that no doubt irked Mr. Vandal at least a little. It was probably envy, because he didn’t have any such willing slaves himself and I already had four. He smirked a little as he saw how awkward and unaccustomed I still was to this particular development. Only recently, I had been a virgin, and until last Monday, my sexual prowess and cock size were only rumors. These were spread by Missy Larsen, now one of my new slaves, the girl who took my virginity. It was quite the surprise and reversal of fortune, and I still felt like pinching myself at times to be sure that it was no dream.
“Master, may I bring you ... oral pleasure?” Miriam pleaded with me, her eyes full of obvious adoration.
“Only if it is permitted by Mr. Vandal,” I smiled, wishing to respect Mr. Vandal’s authority.
“Call me Clem, and of course, she may ... bring you that. Far be it from me to ... cock block a good student like you. Especially given how ... well we’ve gotten on lately. I admit to feeling some jealousy, but that’s mostly resentment that I don’t have ... the same access to booty as you seem to have. I’m not as well-endowed ... and being gay, I have a much smaller pool of potential lovers, anyway. I suppose that I’ll have to go back on Grindr again or something,” Mr. Vandal grimaced a bit, understandably bemoaning his bad luck at the young lads mostly being straight.
“Oh, come off it, Mr. Vandal ... you know that you had some ... serious access to Myles Southall and Allen Cottonwood. You’re a Top, they’re bottoms, you’re all three gay, and so you’re the best chance they have to get buggered ... and they’re your best prospect to do some buggery. They can’t rely entirely on me ... I’m at best bi, and very much intimate with the ladies, so not as available to them, am I? Who knows, what with the growing trend toward ... bondage, maybe they’ll even go for being your slaves ... maybe. I can’t speak for them there. I can say that if they become my slaves for whatever reason, I’ll share them with you ... a lot,” I smiled at the Art teacher, whose facial expressions made it plain that he was better disposed now.
By now, of course, Miriam’s mouth was fully enclosed around my cock and she knew that it had been up Sarika’s ass, among other places. She winked and licked her lips as if thinking about that very fact, clearly enjoying the thought. I wasn’t sure what precisely about the notion of sucking my dick after it had been up Sarika’s bum appealed to her, but I could reasonably guess. It was possibly a way to show her full and abject surrender to me, a way of matching Sarika’s devotion, act for act. It could also be the idea of being only one step removed from licking the other girl’s tush herself.
“So, Master, besides Sarika’s booty, where else has this ... wonderful prick of yours been?” Miriam teased me, even as Mr. Vandal played us a documentary about the subject of modern graphic design as an art form.
It was a clever device to occupy our time on the next to last day before the Christmas break and still teach us something useful. I dare say that plenty of us paid attention, but plenty others watched Miriam giving me head. Some of them even recorded the act, as if to give themselves some kind of pornographic entertainment or whatever. I didn’t mind, as long as they didn’t stupidly share it. It would be evidence of a crime, that of statutory rape, or at least it would be as long as Miriam was of age and I was not.
I tried to focus on watching the film, even as I enjoyed Miriam’s oral ministrations, the others a bit green with envy due to knowing that I had a sex slave and they didn’t. At least, that was until someone remembered that it was still my Naked In School week for the rest of the day and all day tomorrow. That someone made a point of kissing the back of my neck while I tried my best not to cum down Miriam’s throat thanks to the combined sensations.
As soon as the video ended, I gasped, “It was Penny Marquez and I apparently got her pregnant.”
Miriam laughed, winked, and swiped across the head of my cock with her tongue one last time, forcing me to release my load down her gullet. She swallowed eagerly and rose to kiss the other person, a certain introverted exchange student from Brazil named Maricela Carvalho. I had never heard a peep from her before, but then she was presumed to be somewhat pious and never showed any interest in the recent past. She had supposedly been planning to enter a convent or something, which I had no trouble believing in the past. What had shaken her up? Was Mom’s magic so powerful that she could even affect the likes of this girl?
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