Chapter 23

“When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.” - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

“I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.” - Mark Twain

“It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

In Ms, Kostova’s class, of course, I found Tanya’s face plunged between Nadia’s cheeks, licking her ass without any sense of fear, shame, guilt, embarrassment, or anything of the sort. Ms. Kostova saw me and winked at me first, followed by Julie. Then she moaned as she creamed herself from every swipe of Tanya’s tongue across her butt-crack. There was no longer any question of at least one thing now ... Tanya was madly in love with our history teacher, and it was fucking mutual. It was a clear example of how romantic one could be and still be a bit of slut. It wasn’t a bad thing, after all. It was the natural order of things.

“So, we’re about to do more than study history pretty soon. We are in the process and on the cusp of making ... and writing it. So, in that vein, let us recognize the man of the hour, the one most responsible for melding us together, though not without serious aid from many folks. The one, incomparable Jack Visconti. I think that it’s safe to say that he’s the leader, even more than others, of the secret society or club or community that we are building in this town and this school.

“To that end, as a final tribute, I wish for all of us to ... service Jack, and by extension, Julie. Yes, today has less time for classwork as such, but rather for making history ... a filmed encounter in which he got his proper reverence and respect, the homage due to a truly great man before he could even fully attain his greatness. So, if you will, let’s ... have him,” Ms. Kostova urged the others in class.

Before I knew what was what, I was surrounded with naked classmates, all of them eager to bend over their desks and let Julie and I do what we pleased with them. Ms. Kostova, aka Nadia, tossed me some lube, not that I needed much for what I had in mind. There wouldn’t be any buggery just yet, as I really wanted to put babies in more ladies right then. I wanted to breed right at that moment, and I was resolved to do it. I gestured that Julie should take on the lads and let me handle the lasses this time.

“What is your name?” I asked my first partner, a busty girl with dirty blonde waves whom I invaded first.

“Alexandria ... Burger...,” the girl in question told me between gasps as she felt me inside her, “I confess to being party to Sarika’s plot, because it gave me my best shot as I saw it to have you breed me.”

“Well, Alexandria, I shall certainly do my level best to breed you,” I told her with several thrusts inside the girl, who resembled a young barmaid or tavern wench or dairy maid, for that matter.

There was considerable laughter as the young lady bucked her hips and took me harder inside her. I went deeper with every stroke, bottoming out inside her sweet, slick pussy as I admired her delectable ass. I caressed her buns when not smacking them, much to my delight and hers. I knew that I really wanted to breed her, and she was far from home.

“Do it ... cum inside me ... let me cream myself on you. Let me have your baby, pretty please!” Alexandria pleaded with me as I did just that, filling her up while she creamed herself, leaving evidence of our brief, but memorable encounter.

By this point, Julie was herself bent over and insisted upon the various boys of the classroom entering her in turns. One by one, the guys in Ms. Kostova’s World History class made their own history with as many loads they dumped inside Julie whenever they finished laying their pipe inside her. She kissed each guy on both their lips and the heads of their pricks in appreciation and reward for their enthusiastic penetration, which she clearly relished.

The look on Julie’s face was very atavistic, very primal, as she returned to a feral state for a moment and let so many dudes run a train on her. By themselves, they didn’t last very long at all on average, but the aggregate effect was to cause her to enter the sexual stratosphere or something of that magnitude. My sister and fiancee wasn’t her usual self right then. She was a rutting beast and so was I. So were the boys using her ... and being used by her in turn.

It wasn’t anything gross or disgusting to me ... it was human, all-too-human, and perfectly natural. People forget that they are animals ... but I don’t ... and other animals don’t. They know that we humans are apex predators. They have no illusions about that. No other animal is so silly as to wring its hands over behaving according to its natural instincts or about any other artificial concerns or absurdities as “objectification,” as if everything and everyone isn’t automatically objectified as part of the cold, hard facts of life.

As I slid into the next lucky contestant, she moaned just from my hands touching her buns for whatever and she whimpered to get me inside her for however long she could arrange it. She had a single tattoo, indicating that she must be at least eighteen years of age. Technically, this meant that she raped me, but I doubted that anyone in this community at least would take that nonsense seriously. Anyone who looked at me would know that I was every bit as eager for this as she was.

As I pumped harder inside the young lady, she wiggled her tush and looked back at me with a powerful, lustful stare. We drank in each other’s beauty and sensuality, even as I humped the unholy hell out of her and admired the dusky flesh of her butt underneath me. I grabbed her hips and thrust deeper, bottoming out inside her and making her bite her lower lip in response.

She knew what she wanted. I knew what she wanted. I gave it to her in spades on every stroke and she pushed back with intensity, desperate to receive as much of me ... and my spawn as she could extract from my loins. It was some truly hard and fast sex and we came together at last with our sweat glistening our skins and rubbing against each other’s.

“What’s your name, missy?” I demanded of her now that we satisfied our lusts.

“Leyla Guran. I’m Kurdish. Family came from Mosul ... oh, fuck, yes ... I want to do this! I was part of Sarika’s group, too, because I want you to breed me so I don’t have to return to Iraq,” she now panted out her confession as I slid out and left my jizz inside her.

“Well, honey, if you wanted an anchor baby, I dare say you’re gonna get one, sooner or later,” I clapped her bottom briefly before kissing her hungrily on the mouth.

The next lady was a bit on the pale side, more so than the somewhat pinkish Alexandria in terms of her hue. She had curly, platinum blonde hair so light that it was almost silver. She was a lot slimmer than either Alexandria or Leyla. She had blue-green eyes that sparked with mischief as considerable affection in her gaze. The way that she looked at me, there was no doubt how she felt about me, just before I slid into her drenched twat to hit that gorgeous tail from the back.

I started gently, but every thrust egged the girl on to take me deeper on the next stroke, her body shaking with raw, animal lust as she begged me for more of it. I licked my lips as I saw how delectable her bottom was, too, her cheeks shiny with her sweat and cool to the touch. I playfully pinched her bum and she moaned even harder, creaming herself from the light application of pain. There was a strong hint of masochism there, something that I could appreciate in terms of its inherent eroticism. Pleasure, pain, those wires were evidently crossed very well in her brain.

I couldn’t keep my eyes entirely and permanently off Julie, as she took on even more dude, or Nadia and Tanya as they ate each other’s asses. They made out every time that they stood up from rimming each other, both girls being rather pleased by this experience and winking rather playfully at me as I screwed the fuck out of this latest girl. This combined sensory overload caused me to cum at last, finishing inside the new in several ropes of my spunk.

“Who are you, babe?” I teased her now.