Chapter 8

Mrs. Dominguez, or rather Fabia, kept stealing glances at me during homeroom, or what was left of it, anyway. She also ogled Julie, but not as much, as obsessed as she seemed to be with yours truly. The other students more than noticed ... they snickered and teased us in several ways about my amorous teacher who couldn’t tear her eyes away from me for long. When the bell rang, I blushed a bit as we exited the homeroom and together and various folks cupped and slapped our buns at every turn.

What happened just before we entered the hallway really stayed with me through the day. Fabia knelt behind me and planted a kiss on each of our asses, even licking them for a few seconds before she let go of us. She parted our cheeks as well and stuck her tongue inside our puckers for a minute until she was ready to come for air. Then she stood up and got a little dizzy, causing someone to call the school nurse for a moment. We turned around and made sure that Fabia was okay before we finally left the doorway for the next classes, making us late for first period.

“Tardy for class?” Coach Hammersley demanded of me, “now, I understand that there was an ... incident with your homeroom teacher, as well as that you got sucker punched yesterday. Even so, I expect you to make it class on time, Mr. Visconti. But at least it will make you less of a pretty boy. You look a lot tougher than a fag like you should, in fact.”

“Come on, Coach, cut me some slack, okay? I was just making sure that Mrs. Dominguez was okay, alright? I put her welfare above mine. So did my sister, in fact,” I recalled that Julie had stuck around as well.

“Yeah, Coach, I know that you don’t like him because he struggles with Algebra and he’s no jock, but come on! He’s clearly got a future in porn, anyway, being hung like that! That’s really what he should do for a living. He’ll be like the new Peter North or Evan Stone or whatever! Just because you burn to have that inside you shouldn’t make you hate on him and use such harsh, homophobic language with him,” Claire teased the teacher, even as she showed him a little leg to gauge his response.

“Now, now ... it was just a little healthy scolding, that’s all. I wasn’t going to punish him or anything. I didn’t mean to be quite so ... hateful, of course,” Coach Hammersley stuttered as he stared at Claire’s thighs, uncovered by the raising of her cheerleading uniform skirt.

“See something that you like? Who knows ... maybe someday! Maybe! Maybe I’d need a hall pass from the wife ... and maybe not! Maybe from Kevin, too!” Claire deliberately tripped the teacher up even more, “it’s not cheating to cum on a girl’s thighs, is it? I’d love to rub my thighs together and smear some spunk all over my own skin.”

“What about your ... um, calves?” I laughed before we caught the angry stare from the coach and took the hint.

The rest of the class was dreadfully dull, except for occasional flashes of thigh by Claire to cock-tease Coach Hammersley as he deserved. The miserable, homophobic bastard had it coming, didn’t he? If he was unhappy with his life, marriage, career, or what have you, he shouldn’t take it out on a “pretty boy” like me. It was pretty hilarious to see proof that the Coach found Claire so alluring. At least we knew something about his sexuality, didn’t we? Irish Catholic teenage girls were definitely on the menu. I couldn’t blame him for that, could I?

As the bell rang, Claire lustfully approached Coach Hammersley and whispered something to him. She must have been thinking about it for a while during class and that might have been why she didn’t say anything as she flashed him. Whatever she told him, he went white as a sheet, and then blushed crimson before nodding at her and then at me. She winked at me as I left the classroom and I figured that I would find out soon enough.

While working my way through the hallway to my mother’s class (I was still not sure how that was permitted, other than Mom having some pull with Jamie), I felt some familiar contact on my tush and then my hips. I didn’t know who groped me this time, but it only became more constant as I approached the classroom. Several hands now became apparent, several owners all involved in making sure that they felt me up.

I also saw Julie as she closed in on Mom’s English Literature class, noticing just how much she was fondled by boys and girls alike. She blushed a little in spite of recent sexual encounters, especially when Bert Bamberg slapped her booty and leaned into say something very suggestive to her. The formerly Amish student who had been her crush for some time now managed to make her smile for some reason and bump back at his hands. When he turned her around to kiss her lips, she even slipped him some tongue, which gave him a serious boner.

“Well, has someone made her peace with Dutch Oven?” I teased my (step) sister as we entered Mom’s classroom together, holding hands.

“Yeah, I think so. Or rather, made my peace with where I stand with him. I’m a slut to him. Always will be. So what. He’s not wrong. Deep down, at bottom, I was always a slut at my core. Hardcore, that is. He wants to fuck me again today, at some point, and frankly, I’m going to let him. Bareback, too. I’m going to let him shoot his jizz inside me and I’m going to walk around with his cum oozing down my thighs. Sounds pretty hot, right?” Julie told me as Mom caught sight of us holding hands like a couple.

“Ah, there are my favorites ... openly displaying your affection in public, just as you should. Class, for those who missed it, my son Jack here and my stepdaughter, Julie, are now an item. They’re lovers. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Don’t let that discourage you, though. They’re both in the Program, after all, and reasonable requests will always be honored by students in the Program,” Mom proudly announced my relationship with my stepsister.

“So, it’s still not cheating if I want to pull Jack into the ladies’ room, yank down his pants, Hoover him, and swallow every last drop of his fucking load, right? That’s a ‘reasonable request,’ isn’t it? Or is Mama’s Boy just too good for the likes of me?” Kayla Chang demanded now, being in two classes with me back-to-back.

“You can ... certainly do that. Hell, you can yank down his pants right now and suck him off, as long as you still pay attention in class and don’t stop him from doing so. For all I care, you could bend over for my son and let him breed you in front of the whole class, as long as you both participate in class and learn something in the process. I’m proud of my son, the studmuffin with that big, fucking cock of his!

“Now, class, turn in your textbooks to page 98, where you’ll find an excellent poem by Robert Frost. It’s a classic, ‘Nothing Gold Can Stay.’ Does anyone want to quote it before we discuss it here? If you listen closely to the words, you’ll perhaps be able to interpret it without much help or guidance. Just listen to the verse, take it in, and think about the meaning of those words. Who wants to read it aloud? Ms. Chang, since you’re so outspoken?” Mom teased Kayla, who blew her a kiss with any number of possible meanings.

“Nothing Gold Can Stay, by Robert Frost. Nature’s first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower, but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief. So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay,” Kayla recited, a bit nervously as she kept looking at Julie, at me, and at Mom, of course.

“So, what do those words convey to you, Kayla?” Mom now addressed the cutie from Hong Kong by her first name.

“Well, just that ... nothing can ever stay as ‘golden’ or great as it started to be. Everything wears down. The planet. Computers. Marriages. Civilizations. Cars. Houses. Even human bodies. Teeth decay, for example,” Kayla gave a sort of basic summary of the message of the famous poem.

“So, when Ponyboy Curtis quotes this verse in ‘The Outsiders,’ do you think that he thinks of it that way? Have you seen that film or read that book, Ms. Chang? Or have you just read this for the first time?” Mom continued to interrogate Kayla, somewhat playfully, but still ... I had to wonder.

What was Mom’s purpose in probing that deeply into Kayla’s exposure to English Literature in particular? She was an interesting choice, not a dumbass by any means, but also not one prone to showing off her learning or anything like that most of the time. I knew that she was in Chess Club, though, so there was that.

“Well, Mrs. Kaplan, no, I’ve never read the book or seen the movie. I’ve seen the jacket and read that, but that’s as far as it goes. Is it a book that you’d recommend, Mrs. Kaplan? Personally, I mean,” Kayla cleverly socked that ball back into Mom’s court.

“It’s Ms. Kaplan, but yes, I would recommend it. The book as well as the movie. The book for more ... depth. The movie for some fine-ass eye candy. Rob Lowe, for instance. And C. Thomas Howell, for that matter. In fact, if you want some extra credit, but it’s entirely optional, you can either read the book or watch the film and submit a report on either of them. Or both, even. Double extra credit if you do both and tie them somehow to this particular work of Robert Frost’s. Well, tie them convincingly, that is.

“That’s not limited to you, though. That’s an option for all of you, if you’re so inclined. Extra credit for anyone who writes a persuasive report on either or both the film or the book ‘The Outsiders,’ by S. E. Hinton. Don’t want anyone thinking that you’re the teacher’s pet. No offense, but that spot is already taken. Blood is thicker than water, after all. Call me sentimental, but I endured a lot to bring that sweet boy that you lust for so much into this crazy world. You are rather cute, though. I’ll give you that much,” Mom teased Kayla, making her blush now.

“Thank you, Ms. Kaplan,” Kayla answered before sitting down, “and not just for the assignment for the compliment.”

“What else, then?” Mom wondered aloud.

“Making that stud of a son that I just want to gobble up like Christmas turkey!” Kayla replied cheekily just before the bell rang.

“That wasn’t all me. His father had something to do with that, too,” Mom retorted as she openly ogled several of us.

“You were rather quiet in class, babe,” I told Julie.

“Well, it was fascinating to watch Mom in action,” Julie answered before realizing that she had called my mother hers.

“Don’t worry. Trust me. Noelle won’t mind and knowing my mother, she’ll take it as a compliment. Maybe I should start calling her ‘Maman’ and come up with a name for Rania as well. She’s my other stepmother, after all. I still get a kick out of knowing that Mom’s got a wife!” I chuckled.

“I heard that, sonny! Don’t worry ... I still get a kick out of having a wife myself! It’s pretty cool, especially when guys think that I’m a lesbian and try to ‘turn’ me or something. Plus, I laugh whenever people ask which one of us is the ‘woman’ in our relationship or who ‘wears the pants’ in our marriage. Hello, we’re both women, so we’re both the ‘woman,’ nobody needs to be ‘the man,’ and neither of us wear pants for very long once we get home!” Mom told us, “by the way, I heard you calling me ‘Mom,’ Julie. It’s perfectly fine. I’m going to be your mother-in-law, for one thing, aren’t I?”

“Can I call you ‘Mom’ in class?” Julie asked Mom now.

“Well, yes, you can, but more importantly, you also ‘may.’ Ask an English teacher, she’s gonna correct your grammar. Sorry. Just a knee-jerk response. But you get the idea, hon,” Mom told us as she kissed both of us on the tops of our heads.

“Touche, Mom. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get to my next class,” Julie told her as we walked hand in hand down the hall.

“Me, too, Mom. Sorry,” I told Mom as she wolf-whistled at me.

“Yeah, tell me about it!” Kayla laughed as she grabbed my naked ass en route to the third period.

Mr. Lamont’s Chemistry class, of course. Where, just in the doorway, Julie gave me a very deep French kiss first. Yes, she made out with me in front of all of my classmates and Mr. Lamont caught sight of us. He gave me a knowing grin, even as I sat down and Julie brazenly wiggled her tush on the way to her desk that she shared with her lab partner, Bert Bamberg.

As for me, I looked next to me and saw the lustful glare from Missy Larsen. She stuck her tongue in my ear and laughed when Mr. Lamont wagged a finger scoldingly at her. Then she kept finding excuses throughout the class to touch me, even brushing one of my hips and thighs as she sat so eagerly with me. She also giggled as she saw how much Bert was all over Julie.

“He can’t keep his hands off her, just like I can’t keep mine off you, stud. Face it, babe. You’re cock of the walk now. Might as well get used to it. And Julie, damn, but she’s gonna have to beat guys off with a stick or something! She was already hot stuff, but now ... did she actually wax or shave her pussy? Wow ... just ... wow!” Missy intimated to me next.

“Seriously yummy, too ... both of you! Oh, God, and Julie ... and Bert ... hell, Lizzie’s pretty cute, too! To say nothing of Mr. Lamont and his wife! Hey, what can I say? I’m a bit of a tart, right? A sweet, horny, little Asian tart who would love nothing more than to be in the Program herself and hump half of the school during the week! Students ... and teachers alike!” Kayla got a little too loud then.

“Look, I understand you guys now a lot better, but damn, Kayla ... you’re going to get us in trouble! Don’t make me have to give Mr. Lamont some head to keep him happy and not mad at us!” Lizzie Farnsworth chided the two other girls half-seriously.

“Too late! I think that he overheard that!” Julie commented while allowing a very eager Bert to paw all over her.

“Indeed he did! Kayla, Missy, Lizzie ... and Julie ... all four of you, come to the front of the class and each of you bend over. Since you all like Jack so much and are being so disruptive to the class, he gets to take that paddle that he likes to carry with him ... and paddle all four of you. You four must bare your buttocks, which will admittedly be easier for Julie than the rest of you. Jack, I know that you feel picked on a bit here. Face it, though, you enjoyed the attention more than you might protest, so you’re not entirely innocent here. This is your chance to help me out here and drive home the lesson not to disrupt the class,” Mr. Lamont instructed me.

I began with Julie to buy time for the other three. I only gave her five swats across her bum, but she reacted so enthusiastically that I was thrown for a loop, and so was Mr. Lamont. When I slapped Kayla next (going alphabetically ... Mom would approve, right?), the bell rang, so I started to stop. She wasn’t having any of it, nor was Mr. Lamont. He gestured for me to continue paddling them.

As I paddled Lizzie, she bit her bottom lip, but the smell of her wet pussy was unmistakable. The red marks on her tush as she wiggled her ass only aroused me even further. I was seriously turned-on now and it was pretty obvious. I was reluctant to keep at it, but Mr. Lamont kept signaling for me to continue, so I did. The fact that Missy moaned as I did so only made things worse. Were they all that into such things or was there something else at play?

“This ... no, offense, might not be the solution that you’re looking for, Mr. Lamont,” I cautioned him as I prepared to walk to the next class.

“Oh, I know that it won’t stop them. But if I’ve gotta deal with their constant cockteasing and flirting, I’m going to have a little fun at their expense. Besides, it will be an interesting tale to tell my wife! She’s going to get a real kick out of this!” Mr. Lamont grinned with uncharacteristic playfulness now, quite a contrast to his earlier severity.

“Hey, out of curiosity, how does she feel about all of the naked students and such in your class?” I dared to pry into his marriage.

“She’s probably jilling off thinking about our fantasies about you guys. Oh, yes, we talk about all kinds of things, but I probably shouldn’t have mentioned that. But, yeah, we’re real people, too. We have all kinds of kinky thoughts. Care to guess who stars in a lot of hers? Just look in the mirror. That’s what I get for marrying such a size queen!” Mr. Lamont chuckled now as we left the room in a hurry.

Thankfully, lunch was next, and we still had most of an hour left. I half-fantasized, half-dreaded what might follow. The fact that Julie held my hand while Bert groped her and three sexy girls seized every chance to feel me up was sure to cause a scene, which it absolutely did. That was even worse when Tamara Kodec caught up with me and openly planted a lip lock on my mouth.

Then she added tongue and despite her shortness, she was able to reach my throat as she made out with me. That was when Claire Donovan and Michelle Southall approached me to start French kissing me in front of the whole cafeteria while I stood in line for my tray. When Myles and Allen also began kissing me, there was nothing low-key about my situation at all. Even though Julie was also under continual bombardment by Bert’s hand, she managed to caress, even smooch me as well.