Chapter 22

“Women seem wicked
When you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven
When you’re down.” - The Doors

“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.” - Robert Michels

“My experience of life is that it is not divided up into genres; it’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you’re lucky.”
― Alan Moore

Scott ended up driving us to school, even as he squirmed rather uncomfortably in his seat from the effect of so many dicks back there. He still had a big grin on his acne-covered face due to having experienced so many lost cherries, so many first times in one night. He also made it clear that he still had to bring the money back to the pizzeria that he failed to do last night. He further made the point that when he graduated last May, he had never even been to Prom Night. This was a massive change for him.

“I might get fired, but even if I do, it sounds as if it will all work out for me. Funny thing, Jamie Lazaro didn’t even notice me before, but now she ... well, she basically made a man out of me, or at least finished the job. I will never forget that fact. I know that she’s ... Julie’s slave, but I honestly want to marry her. If we have an open marriage where we can both fool around, as you guys will have, I don’t see why I can’t marry someone else’s slave.

“I’d even sign a prenup, since she has considerable wealth and might want to protect that. It seems as if everyone in this group has multiple relationships, but one legal marriage, which is not surprising, given the bigamy laws. I just ... I love all of you guys already, but I adore Jamie. The way that she treated me last night ... made so much of a difference in my life, bringing me into the group and everything. I’ve never ... been included in that sense, never had a close circle of friends, let alone lovers, who give a damn about me,” Scott explained his thinking.

“Yeah, I never noticed you before ... and I feel awful about that, but that’s just how it was. I had my own issues, I guess, was a bit of a loner at times, too. I just ... struggled alone, much like you. Amazing how that works, right? Plus you’re older than me, so that’s a factor involved in that situation,” I responded, feeling some empathy for the guy.

The acne must have really made it worse for him, too.

“I could see that. You had your own problems, as you said, and seniors are seldom kind to underclassmen, so I doubt that too many of us gained your sympathy for much of the time. In any case, it’s time to face the music and hope that I don’t get canned. Or maybe I should hope the opposite,” Scott had a wide grin on his face rather suddenly.

“Yes, well, I think that it’s a safe bet that your life is going to be much better in the future, either way,” Julie now spoke up, adding her two cents.

“I would tend to agree with my sister here. You’re now part of the gang. Things should rather drastically improve for you, sir,” I reassured Scott as we got out and prepared to start our school day.

As always, we saw Jamie first ... for just a few minutes. We spent those few minutes in a threesome with our principal, which mostly consisted of me pumping hard in and out of Jamie while Julie ate her ass. Then we’d switch and I would hump Julie while Jamie rimmed her instead. Now that Jamie was Julie’s willing slave, this would be a very interesting relationship to watch in progress. How would the principal treat us when one and/or both of us essentially owned her by her own admission?

That was when the ladies creamed themselves in their ecstasy. As I came inside Jamie and spurted a couple of ropes into Julie for good measure, I slapped both of them on the buttocks and took a couple of pics of their bottoms side by side. It was a truly magnificent vista, after all. Few things in the world could ever match the beauty of a naked female ass. It was a truly delightful view!

“You know, Jamie ... Scott’s in love with you. He wants to marry you. Before you ask, yes, he knows that it would be an open marriage and that you’re Julie’s slave. He even agreed to a prenup that would protect your assets ... and presumably his, but that’s less significant, if that would put your mind at ease. The way that he sees it, you’ve changed his life for the better, even if he does somehow get fired,” I informed Jamie now, making her blush.

“Well, that’s up to Mistress Julie, but if she’s fine with it, I’d love to marry Scott and have at least one baby by him, if at all possible. I’d love to show him off and watch him breeding others, too. It’s going to be amazing ... him and me as a couple, just as me serving Mistress Julie ... and you, Master Jack, will be,” Jamie made it clear that she was tickled pink at the idea of how smitten Scott was with her.

The fact that he had once been one of her students and she never knew him at all back then made it even more fascinating to watch this particular romantic development. Jamie hadn’t been caring or loving to him at all back then, just a distant figure who at most annoyed Scott, scarcely appealed to him on more than a purely carnal level. He was just one of her many charges back then, but now she was very drawn to him ... what a difference just seven months could make!

“So, the answer is yes, then! Excellent! I’ll officiate the wedding and then ask Master Jack to write your vows for you. Also, there will be a prenup, but it will protect both of you, of course. That will reduce any mess caused by a divorce ... if one happens. Mind you, I don’t plan to let you divorce him, unless something radically changed with him or whatever. Yes, yes, this will be awesome!” Julie warned Jamie as we departed her office ... leaving her soaking mess between her thighs.

“Well, Jamie, you heard your Mistress. You know what to do,” I smiled and winked as we walked toward homeroom, for which we were late for the fifth time ... despite my love and lust for Fabia.

When we entered the classroom, Fabia immediately fell to her knees and began sucking my cock, winking up at me as she did so. Julie stroked her hair and made out with me in front of the others as Fabia fellated me with considerable ardor. I ran my own fingers through Fabia’s hair and she swiped her tongue across the head of my dick suddenly in appreciation to add to my pleasure. Her expression made it clear that she enjoyed the flavors of Jamie and Julie on my prick.

This delightful encounter continued for several more seconds before I expelled my seed down Fabia’s throat. She licked up every spare drop of my jizz and swallowed it with pride. Then she put her arms around me and kissed me so hard on the mouth that I wondered if she would bite my lip. I put my hands on her buns and she squirmed with delight as well as rubbed her crotch against my groin. Fabia looked at the class and blew them kisses, too.

“This, class, is my Master, Jack Visconti. I am his slave as well as his teacher. Specifically, I am his sex slave. I belong to Master Jack and I will obey him at all times, including in class. I refuse to pretend anymore. I’m his slave and I will do his bidding ... and anyone who doesn’t like that fact, or even anyone who does ... can lick my culo!” Fabia asserted, using that last part to mix her devout passion for me with some risque wit.

“Very well, then. I want you, my sweet slave ... to disrobe, bend over, and let everyone in class do just that. Any of you who want to rim Fabia may do so now. Fabia, spread your cheeks apart and give more access to your crack and your asshole to your admirers. Let’s all enjoy the flavors of our sweet Fabia and her luscious booty!” I proposed.

This caused my homeroom teacher to spend the whole homeroom session left to her to feed as many students of both sexes as possible the taste of her sweet ass. It was a very popular treat with the students ... and Fabia seemed to be up in the clouds with her personal, sexual ecstasy. We all kissed, licked, and nibbled on her tush until she seemed to melt away and her knees buckled under the onslaught of sheer, sensual bliss.

Naturally, as the bell rang, I made out with Fabia, as did Julie, and then we let all of our classmates who wished to do so make out with her. Our tongues all tangled together and then I took some pics of Fabia standing there at her desk in the nude. She bent over for some added photos, pleasing me by proudly displaying her naked ass. Then I collected her panties and the rest of her clothes in short order, obviously about to make a point.

“I’m keeping these ... the rest of them can be kept at your desk for the rest of the day, slave. You will work and teach entirely in the nude. For this last day of the semester, you will teach Spanish, but focus on the most obscene, most profane, most erotic phrases and topics possible. You will also allow every student in each of your classes to eat your ass.

“Teach your other students while their classmates rim you. I want it recorded, too, all on your phone. I want a nice sex tape full of analingus between students and teacher. They must also make out with each other and with you after rimming you,” I announced, making Fabia giggle and bite her lower lip.

She wiggled her butt in delight and kissed me as well as Julie hard on the mouth as we headed to Hammersley’s Algebra class for the last session of the year. Claire Donovan greeted me with a steamy French kiss and then lifted her skirt to bend over for Coach Hammersley to fuck her. That he didn’t even hesitate to take her up on it showed how much things had progressed around my little neck of the woods. Coach Hammersley, like the rest of us, had chosen to embrace his natural, animal instincts when there was no compelling reason to oppose them.

“So, class, as you’ll notice, I’ll be ... multi-tasking today. I think that you’ll see that even guys can do that ... if properly motivated. Hell, if you are sufficiently persistent and committed to your goals, you can achieve almost anything at all. Except maybe to become God. Maybe. Claire, thank you for your ... cooperation and your ... goodwill, sweetie,” Coach Hammersley put the “hammer” back in his name by nailing the cheer captain from behind good and rough.

“Oh ... you’re ... so ... fucking ... welcome ... Coach!” Claire gasped out her true sentiments as she felt Lewis Hammersley reaming her sweet snatch from the back.

It was quite evident to me that the old rulebook was gone, chucked out the fucking window as of this week. At the moment, it was a no man’s land, an “anything goes” place, but soon enough, it would operate by a new set of rules and guidelines: mine. I didn’t just mean Pulaski High School, either. The day would come when there would be a new boss for everything. The more I progressed, the more convinced I was that I was the man of the hour, the man of deliverance, the visionary, the liberator, and the prophet of the new day. I was Nietzsche’s Superman and I would prove it soon enough.

In the meantime, I had a school to run. I was determined to do it in such a way that the very foundations of the old world order were shaken to their very core. Such were my thoughts as Coach Hammersley did a final semester review and discourse on Algebra 2. We all very actively participated in discussion, even Claire, all of us finding it hilarious and even delicious to conduct a class while a teacher was busy humping one of us in front of the rest. Claire often bucked her hips as she said something, a cute way to charm the coach while showing off her knowledge.