Chapter 9

Ms. Kostova’s class began somewhat normally, at least as normal as it could with the Program in operation. Tanya and Julie both kept stealing looks at me, but none of them said anything yet. Perhaps she had learned her lesson or something about paying attention in class, at least with Ms. Kostova. Or maybe she had a crush on the teacher that she used to call a “mail-order bride.” That was a distinct possibility, of course. Ms. Kostova was a sultry Russian emigre with long, luxuriant, dirty-blonde hair that fell down in perfect waves ... and her tongue clearly was very seductive.

Ms. Kostova also proudly sported her new paddle, and despite the usual BS that stopped corporal punishment in public schools these days, didn’t seem afraid to use it. I wasn’t entirely sure, but I was relieved to have a chance to listen to her silky voice as she discussed the First World War (aka the Great War). She had a lot to say about the Romanovs, revolutionaries, and Rasputin, for instance, as well as the impact of the Eastern Front on the overall momentum of the conflict.

“So, class, did Rasputin’s murder save the Romanov dynasty or even buy them any time? If so, how long ... and in what way? If not, well, why not? Mr ... Visconti? I love that name, by the way. It was the name of an Italian ducal dynasty in Milan, before the Sforzas, of course. Well, what do you say?” Ms. Kostova put me on the spot now.

“I would say that it didn’t buy them much time, if at all. Maybe it might have reduced some of the number of inept favorites at court, but the Romanov goose was already cooked. There were far too many structural issues at work by then. The momentum of history moved toward some kind of break. Something had to give, you know.

“It was just like the Bourbons right before the French Revolution, of course. It was politically impossible for the Romanovs to do what was expedient in order to save their regime. Too many powerful, corrupt, unwieldy institutions stood in the way of practical reforms,” I related my views on that whole business of the February Revolution that toppled the Tsar.

“Very astute of you. So, what sort of reforms could have saved the monarchy, if they had adopted them? The ones that were impossible?” Ms. Kostova started to keep up the pressure, but then turned her gaze to Tanya, “Ms. Pugachev.”

“Oh, the usual. A better, more progressive tax code. Land reform. You know, land tenure for the peasants. A better education system. Strong labor laws and trade unions. Reorganized local administration. Reduced power for the Church. More autonomy and rights for nationalities, such as the Georgians, Azeris, Armenians, Balts, etc. That kind of thing. An end to police state repression and anti-Semitic pogroms,” Tanya rattled off now.

“What about constitutional reforms? More power to the Duma and cabinet, less for the Imperial Court and such? Universal suffrage? Would that have helped? If so, why? If not, why not?” Ms. Kostova continued asking around, “Ms. Avignon?”

“Maybe a little, but peace would have worked better. The reason that Lenin’s slogan of ‘peace, bread, and land’ had such an impact was that it affected tangible needs or issues of the peasants and urban working class as well as the soldiers and sailors. Liberal democracy appealed to the intelligentsia and middle class professionals, but they were a small island of clerks and scholars in an ocean of the poor, uneducated Russian masses,” Julie made a rather sensible point.

“Well stated, if a bit cynical. To be fair, the Russian masses ultimately accepted the Bolsheviks after they won the civil war, but we’re getting ahead of ourselves here. The point is very apt, that the Russian people had never really known anything but autocracy, so convincing them to agree to one that treated them better would be a lead-pipe cinch. Now, class, what do you think would have happened if Grand Duke Mikhail had tried to ascend the throne as the Tsar offered him?” Ms. Kostova kept up the class discourse, but she also began looking at the first three of us to answer in her class with considerable desire.

What was up with that? Did our apparent intelligence turn her on? Well, that would make some sense. For more scholarly types, lucid reasoning, original, critical thought, and eloquence would go a long way toward greater sex appeal. I mused on that while listening to Ms. Kostova, only to be jarred out of my thoughts when the bell rang and she gestured for me to “come hither” to her desk. She also did so with Julie and Tanya, which was rather curious.

“You three ... I have a confession to make. Watching Jack spank Tanya was very exciting, plus eating her ass, well, that was pretty yummy ... and well, I have a weakness for gingers. Seeing Julie ... naked in class, especially those freckles on her pale skin ... not gonna lie. I’m smitten with you three, particularly after your clever answers in my class.

“So, here’s the deal. I want to sleep with all three of you. Separately at first. Maybe we can do an orgy later. Since I’m your teacher and you’re all underage, that’s actually a crime, but no one seems to give a shit anymore, so how about it? By the way, Jack, I really want us to paddle each other, too! I got myself a new paddle, after all. I yearn to try it out on you, just as you can with yours on me.

“Also, not gonna lie. It helps to have an anchor baby to stay in the good ol’ US of A. Since you’re jailbait, just to cover my ass, and because I want a bright guy like you to have a stellar future as you deserve ... I won’t put your name on the birth certificate as the father. Look, my divorce three years ago almost got me deported, okay? I can’t afford another close call like that,” Ms. Kostova beamed as she propositioned all three of us.

“What do we get out of it ... other than your fine ass, of course!” I dared to ask her coyly.

“I can’t offer you good grades ... that would be inappropriate. You’re all straight A students most of the time, anyway, at least in World History. How about this ... once you start fucking me, I’ll never stop sleeping with you. Ever. Any of you. I’ll be at your beck and call whenever not at work or raising the anchor baby, of course. A lifelong booty call ... for all three of you. It’s pretty easy with you two, since you’re obviously a couple.

“As for you, Tanya, hey, I completely own the fact that I lust after that booty of yours ... now that I’ve rimmed you. Look, the Program has awakened my inner nympho and my apparent kink for ... teenage prodigies. I’m gonna perv on you, but I’ll still do my job.

“I have to warn you that I have a serious ... butt fetish. I’m all about the ass. Less my tush than other people’s ... of both sexes, though I enjoy having mine played with, of course,” Ms. Kostova tipped us off about her rather charming lust for other people’s bottoms.

“So, you were the last person I should have told to lick my ass, eh? Turned out well for me, anyway. I could definitely go for more of that action! Anytime you wish, Ms. Kostova. Bon appetit! And I’d gladly return the favor, of course!” Tanya dared to plant a lip lock on her teacher before leaving the classroom.

She used plenty of tongue, too. Ms. Kostova absolutely gave it her level best, very much leaning into the kiss with a lot of tongue herself. Watching two cute Russian babes go at it like that was more than enough to stir my loins after letting them idle during the class a bit and engaging my brain instead. The smoldering French kisses that Ms. Kostova gave Julie and I after that were also pretty sweet.

“Well, if you’ll excuse us, lover, we have gym class, my sister and I. By the way, we’re engaged. And if I’m going to push hard to invite you to the wedding when it happens,” I ran my hands over her ass while Julie lightly caressed our teacher’s shoulders.

“Consider her invited, then. Because you won’t get any vetoes from the bride,” Julie took my hand as we swaggered our way into the halls.

All we got in response from Ms. Kostova was a wolf whistle clearly meant for both of us. Then, of course, we headed for gym class and found that we were once again running late. Then again, that should be expected of students in the Program. It wasn’t as if we got much peace while walking the halls, not with everyone and their cousin wanting to do “reasonable requests” as they defined them with us.

Sure enough, one male student gave Julie the same treatment that she gave Ms. Kostova, running his hands all over her upper body. Another pinched her butt and she just wiggled it in response. Julie was a very good sport, perhaps because she was horny and it was a handy excuse for being tardy, which we were likely to be, anyway. Naturally, I wasn’t left unmolested, either. Once again, I felt teeth on my ass, and sure enough, they belonged to Tamara Kodec.

“Just a little reminder, babe, that anytime you want to bite me back, you know where to find me. Do ... anything that you want to me. Anything at all. After all, any guy that I’ve bitten on the tush deserves that much, right? To be fair ... so far, that’s only been you, though I’ve wanted to do that plenty of other times before I gave in to the temptation. Anyway, I’m yours ... and not just for the week. I’ll do whatever you wish, Jack. Anything that you ask of me. Whatever it is. No matter what. Test me. Ask anything of me that you want me to do. Just name it. I’ll do it,” Tamara told me while kissing and fondling me very aggressively.

“Alright, then. Volunteer for the Program first week back from Christmas. This is the last week of school before Christmas, so it would need to be after the holiday. That’s what I ask of you. Now, do that, and I’ll be convinced that you mean what you say there. So far, all you’ve done is grope and bite me. Volunteer for the Naked In School Program, and then we’ll talk,” I dropped a real bomb on Tamara, who gulped when she heard that.

“I’ll go to Principal Lazaro at the end of the day and do it, then. I’ll volunteer for the Program. I just hope that you bite me on the ass every day of it. You know that I’ll let you, of course!” Tamara promised me.

“Nope ... do it now. Walk straight up to Principal Lazaro and insist that she puts you in the Program next year ... first week of spring semester. She might be a little annoyed that you accosted her, but getting a willing volunteer will more than make up for it. Prove that you can empathize with me by walking in my shoes ... and nothing else,” I demanded of Tamara, who gulped again, nodded, and walked directly up to Jamie in the hallway.

“I need to ask a favor of you, Ms. Lazaro,” Tamara announced loudly enough for everyone to hear her.

“Which would be?” Jamie asked her with some consternation.

“I want to be in the Program next year. First week of the semester. Me and whichever boy you choose,” Tamara told her boldly.

“Why are you asking me for this?” Jamie probed a bit.

“To prove to Jack Visconti that I will do whatever he says. Anytime that he says it. He wanted to test my sincerity and I wish to prove it to him by agreeing ... even offering myself up to be in the Naked in School Program. I meant it and I will prove it to him, one way or another,” Tamara confessed to her.

“Are you ... infatuated with Jack Visconti? You know that he’s engaged to Julie Avignon, right? His stepsister? Not that I blame you. He’s hot stuff and so is she. So are you, in fact. I love how your nose wrinkles at times. That naughty twinkle you get in your eyes, too. And the way that you are so bold and assertive in student politics.

“You’ve got a real future in real life politics if you wish it, you know. Not the Presidency or Vice-Presidency, but the Senate could well be in your future or something like that. You’re a natural politician. But yeah, I love your school spirit and your dedication to your goals and I will grant your wish. Folks, listen up ... we have a volunteer for the Naked In School Program next year! First week of next semester. Your very own student council president, Miss Tamara Kodec, originally from Sarajevo, Bosnia-Herzegovina! Also, the boy that week will be Bert Bamberg!” Jamie shouted loudly enough that everyone in the hall heard her clearly.

Bert blushed crimson, of course, knowing his fate. Julie winked at him and blew him a kiss in a way that left no doubt as to her intentions. Yeah, she’d have her way with him that week, if not sooner. He was still a bit sweet on her, even if he also felt lingering awkwardness because she wasn’t a “nice girl,” as some part of his psyche still wanted.

As for Tamara, well, she rushed at me and gave me a very passionate French kiss. She wrapped herself around me, short though her legs might be. She also gave me a hickey, which just reinforced her lust for me, even as she mouthed “thank you” to Jamie. She also mouthed “yes,” as if answering the question about whether or not she had a crush on me.

“Don’t thank me yet, Ms. Kodec. It won’t be as easy as you think,” Jamie warned her, “now, you two ... hurry up and get to class ... but first ... take this. This note will get you out of hot water with Coach Venizelos. Though admittedly, the way that she wants to hump you, Jack, you might just end up making your amends in the shower. And I wouldn’t be shocked if she wants to eat you out, Julie. It’s all I can do not to have a threesome with the two of you right here in the hallway and I’m your principal! Congratulations on the engagement, by the way.”

“Thank you, Ms. Lazaro,” I coughed, “both for the note ... and the congratulations.”

“Oui, merci beaucoup. Enchantee,” Julie kissed Jamie’s hand, making her blush.

“Alright, you two ... run along now. You’re already ten minutes late!” Jamie told us, though she also blew us a kiss.

Reaching the gym class, we braced ourselves for the scolding or worse that we expected from Coach Venizelos. Aletheia just looked at us and wagged a finger, grinning at us before walking over to us. She then shocked everyone by planting a very hungry soul kiss on my mouth ... and then Julie’s. Then she did something else that stunned the whole class.

“Today’s activity ... co-ed wrestling. If you should ... happen to lose some clothes and grope each other a bit in the process, so be it. Sex is a form of exercise that’s actually good for your cardiovascular health, in fact. It’s good for your back, too, most of the time. Certainly at your ages.

“Now, let’s see who can pin the Naked students? Jack, you have to wrestle all of the female students that we can fit into the time ... except for Julie. Who has to wrestle all of the male students ... except for Jack,” the gym teacher determined, and there was no way anybody was fooled.

Sure, this was a highly practical physical fitness activity, but Aletheia wanted to see Julie and me basically dry hump the other students of the opposite sex. I wouldn’t be shocked if she opted tomorrow to do the same-sex version, as she seemed quite capable of that. As the first female student prepared to pin me, it turned out to be none other than Heather Pryce, a girl I once crushed on in the eighth grade. She was a bit taller and rather plump, using her weight to great effect to get me in a serious headlock, trapping me with surprising ease.

“Damn, girl ... you’ve ... grown up a bit!” I complimented Heather, who responded by ignoring me and thwarting every attempt to break free of her.

“Okay ... you win, alright! I just hope that my next match isn’t as humiliating as this one,” I told her while noticing that Julie was already pinned herself by a jerk fittingly named Oscar Pendejo.

Well, both Heather and he were on the wrestling team, so that made sense. Both were rather hefty, of course. The brunette grinned as she let me up, but not before she rubbed her big, bouncy breasts in my face. Then she slapped my booty and pulled me in for a very hot and heavy makeout session, not coming up for air for two full minutes. Then she put her hands on my balls for some reason and grinned at me all over again.

“So, what do you think? Am I forgiven for not wanting you back then? I was going through a phase, okay! And I only had eyes for Reverend Campbell! Never mind that he was a happily married family man and an ordained Presbyterian minister! How silly was that?” Heather blushed, “I hadn’t approached you yet this week because I was embarrassed by my stupidity.”

“Wait ... Pastor Brandon Campbell? The one who was busted raping the deacon’s daughter and sent to prison while he was defrocked and divorced in disgrace? And yes, it was rape. The girl was sobbing when he got caught with her and her dress was torn. Yeah, girl ... I’m glad that your taste in guys improved, even if it only went as far as up as me,” I somewhat used dark humor and self-deprecation to ease her discomfort, “and yes, you’re forgiven. Especially since you literally have me by the balls.”