Chapter 24

“It’s strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.” ― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche

“In choosing myself, I choose man.” - Jean-Paul Sartre

Once inside Mr. Vandal’s class, I quickly discovered that he had plans. He smiled like a Cheshire cat as he seemed to notice that we were already naked, which seemed to suit his plans. What he did next would certainly anger some Karen-type moms or Kevin-type dads, of course, among other folks, but what else was new, right? He took some packing tape and motioned for us to get closer.

“Alright, Jack, since you’re the man of the hour ... pick who gets taped to your ... groin and who gets taped to your butt. Then they can pick who gets taped to them. And so forth. So, man, who gets taped to your private parts ... and who gets taped to your tush?” Mr. Vandal must have guessed, judging from how he winked at Maricela and Miriam in turn.

“Maricela can be taped to my groin, Miriam to my butt, just because I want to have a chance to breed the former somewhere along the way. I think that it’s likely that we’re going to be hot and heavy ... and that I’ll be able to slide good and hard. Miriam, whoever you pick, just remember that you want it to be someone that you’d be happy to have sliding into you as well. Yes, into either of your holes. This is some kind of ... photography thing, I gather,” I commented as I felt Maricela and Miriam being taped to my flesh.

“M and M,” Mr. Vandal joked, “and yes, this is a photographic, scrapbook kind of deal, of course. I’m going to love seeing how people react to being that intimate with each other just because of something basic like packing tape. If this goes well, I will use it more often, but if not, we’ll find some alternatives for this kind of thing.”

“I want Lee Lambert taped to my ass, if at all possible ... I want him taped to my anus or something like that? I want to feel his thick, meaty dick along my butt-crack! I want to know that he has to be hard and stiff ... and eager to fuck someone while he feels me underneath him,” Miriam pointed to a big, beefy guy, one with definite mixed black and Chippewa ancestry.

Lee grinned as he contemplated enjoying Miriam’s ass, even if it would possibly chafe due to the tape ... Then he selected a girl to be taped to his butt, followed by her picking another girl to stuck to her. Admittedly, there were a couple more girls than guys in the class. By the time that we were all stuck and Mr. Vandal took his pics of us, using a Polaroid instant film camera, it was rather awkward, of course.

I found myself moving inside Maricela, even if the tape acted as a crude sort of condom, fucking her while we stood there under the flash of his Polaroid as well as any surveillance footage that caught the action. She moaned with delight as I kept pumping in and out of her nubile flesh, my every thrust awkward as it moved Miriam’s body together with ours. Lee’s own dick touching the geeky Miriam’s tush certainly got him very hard, of course. We all groaned, grunted, moaned, gasped, and sighed as we got a rhythm moving between us.

I barely came seconds after Maricela from me pushing in and out of her sweet, succulent slit. I felt the jizz all over the tape, which also got soaked by her juices and pulled away from us. Some of it definitely got inside her, just as Lee spent his own load inside Miriam’s anus, which she proudly displayed to me. I loved how slimy it looked as it oozed out of her backdoor and she wiggled her booty while more people came together. It was one helluva massive, rocking, and blending orgasm for all of us. Several loads and lots of juices loosened up the spunk and let us easily pull the tape off our flesh. Now we stood, unsteady on our feet, slick with both male and female fluids on our cool, sleek skin.

That was when the ball rang and Mr. Vandal proudly showed us his pictures of us as a group, a train of sorts as we exited class. I let him grab my ass, because I frankly didn’t mind that with him (or too many others by now). He enjoyed it, so did I, and the semester was over, anyway. It was about to be Christmas pretty soon and I fully intended that he would be among the many to visit my not-so-humble abode. Or rather, Dad’s. Well, he already had been lately, due to being part of the inner circle, club, group, etc., and I was in no mood to expel him.

As we rushed down the hallway toward Christmas break, I felt so many hands take advantage of their last chance to manhandle me it wasn’t funny. I was gradually pushed toward the lunch room, where I saw Claire and Kevin waiting for me. Julie winked at me as Claire pulled me in for a kiss, followed by one from Kevin ... and then one between them. Then I kissed Julie good and hard on the lips, even as various boys and girls grabbed her for themselves.

It was the last hurrah, of course. Technically, Christmas break had already commenced and our Naked In School week was over. Still, we had thoroughly enjoyed this week, far more than we ever anticipated, and it had dramatically changed our lives ... It had changed the entire school, of course. I found myself openly sodomizing Claire while Kevin pushed in and out of me from behind, buggering me as well. I could remember this one and everyone had witnessed it in broad daylight, so this would be a memorable encore of our previous threesome.

Sure, Kevin’s cock caused me a bit of pain, but I was well-lubricated, and I focused heavily on screwing and caressing Claire’s sweet ass, especially given how much it glistened with her wonderful sweat. I loved that shiny look on her face as she turned back to wink at me and invite me to go balls deep. I bottomed out in her bottom, of course, and her every backward motion with her hips was clearly intended to thank me for that. It was such an amazing sensation, being inside her tight tush, feeling the silky sleekness of her rectum on my rod.

Meanwhile, Kevin pushed deeper and harder inside my own butt, and every last stroke of my prick back there reminded me that he was still a bit clumsy. On the other hand, he was quite passionate about the whole business by now, and by now, he acted far more attracted rather than repelled by me. He held onto my hips and buns, just as I did with Claire, the three of us making quite the anal train, of course. People took nice, fun, steamy pics and recorded the action for good measure, not that I minded in the least, nor did they. It was already on the school’s cameras, so what were more angles?

When Claire creamed herself from the way that my cock drove up her tight, teenage ass, she squeezed me like a vise, forcing me to expel the contents of my balls into her booty. Kevin lost it then and there, all self-control vanishing as he shot his load inside me. He flooded my bowels just as I did with Claire’s, a genuine train if there ever was one. That I was able to recover so fast would be considered a minor miracle, but for the magical charms of Erica Kaplan, my mother, a practicing witch. The same was definitely true for Kevin as well, naturally.