Chapter 1

The warmth of summer carried well on into the beginning of the school year, and the hills around this small west Texas city were bathed with the warm rays of the sun. The weather never changed, it was 75 degrees all the time with blue skies.

The first day of school was always set on the last day of summer in September. Kim Reed, 30, stood at the window in her classroom of the private Baptist high school where she would be teaching Freshman boys. She looked toward the hills. It was hardly a day to be teaching school, she thought to herself. And it’s certainly not a day to keep 14 year-old’s indoors in a stuffy classroom when she knew they would rather be outside.

Kim sighed as she thought of the things she wanted to do for her students. It’s a shame, she thought, that they would all be boys, she was much more into girls than boys. The school was somewhat experimental, the Baptist Convention believed that if all the students were one sex, they would be more able to concentrate on their studies, not to have distractions as it were.

It was a belief that the blonde hair, blue eyed, thirty year-old did not share. At any age, kids should be with members of the opposite sex. There would be no way they could avoid it in later life, and the longer inter-action was postponed, the harder it would be for teen boys to understand sex and for teen girls to understand what was required of them.

Kim thought back to her own childhood as she stared out the classroom window. She knew all about sex by the time she graduated from high school. She knew what men expected of her during sex, her father made sure of that. Her mother, Kay, was an integral part of her sex education as she watched her mother have ‘dirty’ sex with her father in the living room. Kim’s father started molesting Kim when she turned 14, but didn’t actually fuck her till she started per period. Up until then Kim watched her father verbally and physically humiliate her mother. Kim didn’t know why her heart rate went up and her tummy felt all tingly as she watched her father fuck her mother and verbally humiliate her with Kim watching.

At dinner time, after putting dinner on the table her mother would crawl under the table and give her father a blow job while Kim and her father ate in silence, smacking noises coming from under the table. Every now and then he would move the table cloth out of the way and spit on the top of her head, for no reason that Kim could see.

Other times he would give her mother an over the knee spanking for any tiny infraction. He would have Kim kneel in front of her mother holding her hands, both of them looking at each other, Kim counting off each slap. After the spanking, her mother would stand facing the wall looking at a little mirror that was set at eye level. She would stand there with her hands on top of her head waiting for Kim to call time. It was up to Kim to determine how long her mother faced the wall.

About six months after she turned 14, she started giving hand jobs to her father under her mother’s supervision. Other times Kay and Kim had to stand in the bathroom watching her father pee or take a shower. Father would make mother describe his body parts to Kim. He laughed that Kim should be a doctor when she grew-up.

When Kim turned 15 her father told Kay to start sleeping in the same bed with her. Her mother protested, but after several hard spankings and a little breast torture she agreed. He gave her instructions to start to break Kim in. Kim knew that her mother hated giving blow jobs, she was always crying as Kim watched her and she knew her mother doubly hated having to swallow his white stuff. Kim found out later that her mother was more than happy to break in her daughter so she wouldn’t have to suck her husband off anymore.

At first Kay started by giving Kim a goodnight peck on the lips. Each night as mother and daughter laid in bed facing each other those little pecks soon turned into deeper goodnight kisses.

Kim thought back to when her mother started to touch her on her cunt while Kim slept. Kay soon progressed into licking her daughter’s cunt soon after and learned that Kim responded to her tongue very well even in her sleep.

It was in the second week of sleeping with her daughter that while she was licking Kim’s cunt that she made sure that Kim woke up while she was performing her nightly ritual. Instead of being shocked at what her mother was doing to her Kim smiled sleepily at her mother and held her head against her cunt until she came, then went back to sleep.

The next night was totally different, Kim didn’t have to be asleep when her mother went down on her and then insisted that Kim let her do the same to her. At 15 Kim knew her mother was a wimp of a woman who needed to be humiliated so she didn’t say a word but just shook her head no and pulled her mother’s head back onto her cunt. Her mother had tears in her eyes as she looked up at Kim’s smiling face, her mother’s tongue darting in and out of her cunt.

About a week later Kay started telling Kim about how delicious her father’s white stuff tasted and how she could only get it by sucking on his cock and how her father would love her more because it would please him and make him feel good. Kim remembered begging her mother to let her suck her father’s cock the next time she did it.

Kay told her husband the next morning that Kim was ready to suck his cock and before the day was over Kim had a mouth full of cock. Kim smiled as she remembered how it filled her mouth and how she loved the juice that leaked from the head of it. She also loved licking it all over, up and down, and trying to get his balls into her mouth.

While she tried to get as much cock into her mouth as she could her mother would run her tongue around Kim’s mouth and tell her what a good job she was doing and to relax her throat and breath through her nose so that her father could fit more of his cock down her throat.

In the meantime her Father would tell her what a good girl she was, what a great job she was doing, and how much he loved her then he would spit on her face or let his saliva drip out of his mouth onto her face. Kay told her to ignore the distraction and concentrate on his cock. Kim smiled up at her father as he dribbled his spit on her face.

When he came Kim remembered that she didn’t taste his cum because he shot straight down her throat and none of it landed on her tongue. When she took his cock out of her mouth, she wiped the spit off her face with her hand. Kay asked her if she liked it and Kim told her that she didn’t taste or see the stuff that filled her belly and that she thought it was supposed to be delicious but she did like the feel of his cock in her mouth and wanted to do it again.

Her Father while recovering from his cum heard the conversation between mother and daughter and promised Kim that as soon as he could he’d let her do it again and this time he’d make sure she tasted and saw what came out of the end of his cock, but in the meantime for being such a good girl and a good little cock sucker, he told her that mommy would lick her cunt and kiss her ass.

He told Kay to lie down on the floor and for Kim to drop her mini-shorts and thong and to straddle her face, which Kim was more than happy to do, she loved having her cunt lathered by her mother’s tongue. He then told Kay to stick out her tongue and for Kim to put her little ass on her mother’s tongue.

From that day on her father casually spit on her and Kay. It didn’t matter if they were in a 69, or both sucking his cock, or watching TV, or Kim doing homework at the table, or they were cooking in the kitchen, he would clear his throat and nose and spit on their face, head, body, didn’t matter. One time he was chewing tobacco as Kay was on her knees sucking him, he spit out a large brown spittle on her forehead, Kim watched as her mother smiled up at him. She had a tingling sensation between her legs.

Kim was shaken out of her fond memories as the boys ran past the classroom window waving at her. She straightened her white button down blouse and black knee length skirt. She wore black 2 inch pumps, a conservative dress for a conservative religious school.

When she had been a student in college, Kim had developed the belief that it was a teacher’s duty to teach everything, and not just those things that could be found online. At best, an online education was only a partial education. Students, she believed, should have as much experience as possible.

When she had learned about the experimental school while surfing for teaching jobs, she contacted the site, not quite understanding that it was a private all boy’s religious school. During her online interview she learned that there were not only no girl students, but also no other female teachers, she had almost refused the job. It was not the type of situation she had envisioned herself in. But then she thought the better of it because the pay was more than any other teaching position. Plus she could put her theories to the test, after all, this was supposed to be an experimental school.

What bothered her the most was that the church and the attached school were fairly secluded out on the edge of the county line, which meant that an area like this, away from the city center, was conservative, if not outright backward in someways. How would the people of the church react to her methods of teaching? She found that her mind was wandering as she watched the boys playing in the school yard before the first bell rang, signaling the end of their summer and the beginning of a long, hard school year.

Kim was new to the area, having moved there only after she had been informed that she was hired. She was not yet used to the suburban atmosphere, having lived all her life in a large liberal city back east. Her blue eyes focused on the crowd of 14-year-old boy’s playing tag, and she thought about what darlings they were, young boys were so loving and wonderful, they gave without asking in return, and their eyes were always filled with wonder and bright excitement. She hoped that her students would never lose that wonder in her class.

They would probably be well behaved, she thought. After all, they came from very conservative families on this side of the Valley. She was being paid more than twice as much as a female teacher at a regular school back east, something that had helped her make up her mind about whether she wanted to teach at an all boys school.

The other members of the faculty, all men, had at-first been apprehensive about letting a woman enter their staff. After all, they reasoned, since there were no other women in the school, her presence might provide a distraction to the high school boys, who were just starting to reach the age where they thought about sex a great deal. Well, why shouldn’t they? Kim thought to herself. After all, sex was the basic reason all the children existed if it weren’t for sex, there would be no children at all. She had said that at the first faculty meeting at the new school, and received a great many dirty looks, and she decided that she had better not bring up her views on that matter again.

The last thing she wanted to do was lose her job before she even got it. But she could sense that there was more to “educational theory” about not having girls at the school. She sensed an almost frightful fear of sex in the faculty, as though sex was something that was just not mentioned.

‘What nonsense,’ Kim thought! She didn’t know much about the bible, but there had to be mention of sex in it somewhere.

She remembered when she was a student in college and how she had spent her first year doing little more than hitting the books. Then she met Matt Bender in the library, just after her last final exam. Something inside her opened up. There was really nothing all that special about Matt, but she fucked him later on that night after they had gone to the student union for coffee. It was as she thought a whole new world was opened up to her. She remembered having orgasm after orgasm with Matt that night and again the next morning. God, just thinking about that first time made her vaginal lips ache with the same tingling she had been feeling a great deal lately.

Later that month she taught Matt how to humiliate her, spank her, verbally abuse her and spit on her. How he would sit on her face as he did his home work then pee on her as she put her head in the toilet. She wanted to be treated just like her father treated her and her mother.

At dorm parties Matt would lead her around on a leash as she wore revealing clothes, much to the amusement of the other students. For the whole summer after her first year at college, and for the rest of her college life, she never spent a night alone and getting abused by as many men and women as she could was her way of having fun.

And there was an added bonus she had never thought about. She never had to attend class or study but she recorded perfect grades on her exams. For her money, there was nothing like the feeling of a man’s steel-hardened cock fucking in and out of her anus as he slapped the back of her head or being bent over a desk as the female professor fucked her ass with a twelve inch strap-on as she graded papers using her back.

Though there had been little emotional attachment with the men and women that fucked her, there was not the empty feeling that might have come about. She made certain that all they believed the same way she did that her sexual humiliation and domination was as basic a need as food and water, and as natural as breathing.

Some women chose to have this basic need with only one other person, but that was not for her. She wanted to provide as many men, women, boys, and girls with that basic need as she could, and in the process, she had learned a great deal about the painful pleasures of sex.

She remembered sucking a line of the men’s cocks until they emptied their hot loads of cum deep in her throat or in high school kneeling in a circle of high school boys as they shot their cum all over her. Going home with her roommate for a long weekend only to have her roommate, her roommates sister and her friends pass her around for sucking and fucking. Having two men fuck her in the ass and a her history professor fuck her cunt with a strap-on at the same time. Sucking two men’s cocks at once as another fucked her ass and another her cunt. Licking her English professor’s cunt while she herself was being licked by a dog.

There was nothing she wouldn’t try once she heard of it, and she looked back on that part of her life with no regrets what so ever. Some of her friends warned her that she was leading an empty life, but the facts did not bear them out. Her grades were among the best in her graduating class, and she acquired an intuitive sense about the world which was formed by her willingness to do as much as she could with as many people.

Sometimes she thought of herself as a whore or a perverted slut, or a sex addict, but that didn’t bother her. With all her experience, she found that she could make anybody happy with her mouth, cunt or anus and it brought her a deep comfort to know that she was able to do this.

Of course, since she had come to this west Texas city, all that had changed. While the people of the church were nice, most of them were as straight as a summer day as the desert is long, and she had been forced to use her fingers on her cunt every night since she had arrived. From the short, simple conversations she had with the available men at church, she learned that all of them wanted to get married and settle down to raise a family.

Her thoughts were suddenly broken as the bell rang, and she could feel her heart fluttering at the thought that she was about to begin her first day as a teacher. Although she had been a student teacher before, it was not the same as having her very own class room. She took her position behind her desk, and could not help but smile as she watched the boys filter into her room. Clearly none of them had been told that they would have a woman teacher. Some of them stopped and looked at her as though she had just landed from another planet and, to her surprise and delight, there were even a few whistles. She could tell that her ideas about not having members of the opposite sex around had been correct. These boys had no idea how to react to the presence of a woman.

‘Well-l-l, this was very interesting!’ She thought. She could see that she had her work cut out for her.

“Class, please come to order,” she said as the boys took random seats. “My name is Miss Reed, and I can see that some of you are a little surprised that I’m a woman. I hope you’ll get over that initial shock. I have some rather different ideas about education than you’re probably used to, and one of them concerns seating. For the rest of the year, you can sit where ever you want.”

With that, there was a mad scramble to get as close to the front by the boys as they could. The boys pushed and shoved each other as they fought for the seats. Kim could see that she was more correct than she had first realized. They wanted to be as close to her as possible.

One boy stood there looking around. His classmates all had seats, the only empty one remaining was at the back of the classroom. The boy shrugged his shoulders and walked to the back of the classroom. She could feel a warm, seeping wetness beginning to flow from her previously aching pussy, and she decided that she would start her new education with this boy who had wanted to be so close to her, but had been too slow in getting a seat close to her.

“I want today to be as short as possible,” she told her students. “I know how nice it is outside, and I don’t want to be in this class room any more than you do. So I’ll just call the roll, get to know you a little, and then you can go home early.”

There was a unanimous cheer from all the boys except the boy who was sitting at the back of the classroom. He was sulking, and Kim couldn’t tell if it was because he was so far away from her, but as she called out the names of the students, she found that he was Alan Rand.

After half an hour of calling names and general talking about what the boys expected for the year, she told them that they could go home, all except Alan. She wanted him to stay after. There were the usual jeers about how he was in trouble. Kim could see that the boy had few, if any, friends. No one told him that he would wait until Alan was let out, and there was a look of fear on Alan’s face, as he thought he was going to be punished for something he had done.

When the class room was empty, Alan sitting in his seat in the back of the room, Kim closed and locked the door to her classroom. It looked as though this boy could really use a friend, and if there was anything Kim had learned living at home and in college, it was how to be a friend to men and boys. Turning around and leaning against the door, she canted to Alan to come to her. The frightened boy slowly rose from his seat and walked to her, his head lowered as though he was accepting his punishment without question. Kim could feel her heart melting as she thought of how unhappy he must be feeling right now. He looked so miserable and lonely. When he got to within arm’s reach of the lovely red headed teacher, she gently put her hand out and drew him to her waist, gently running her fingers through his hair.

“Now, now, that couldn’t have been all that bad,” she soothed, stroking his lovely, childish head. “You just have to be quicker next time.”

With his head resting lightly against her chest, Alan replied. “I’m not as quick as the other guys,” he said, his voice carrying all the sadness of a boy who was used to being picked on all his life.

In spite of herself, Kim smiled. She could see that he would never become a physical giant. He would probably become only average in size, which would be all right if he had self-confidence.

Well, Kim, she thought to herself, why don’t you instill a little confidence in him right now?

She put her arms on his shoulders and looked at him face to face. “I think you’re a bigger man than any of the other boys in the class,” she said to him, looking straight to his eyes. “In fact, I think you’re the biggest man I’ve met in this whole town since I’ve been here.”

She could see by Alan’s expression that he thought she was merely saying those things. He must have heard them before, and there had to have been a point where the words alone were meaningless. She was determined to show him that she really meant what she said, though. She was going to back up her statement with action.

“Do the other boys talk very much about sex?” she asked soothingly.

Alan looked as though he was trying to think of what his new teacher was getting at, and she decided that she would take the pressure off him. After all, this was going to be his first time, and she wanted to make it as easy for him as she could. He had enough trouble with his life as it was.

“I’ll bet they do, Alan, and I’ll bet they think you don’t know anything at all about sex. Am I right?”

The boy nodded his head, and the curvaceous woman was delighted to see that he had stopped sulking. Then she noticed that he was not looking her in the eye, but rather was gazing at the sensual jutting of her breasts. She drew him against her again, pressing his face tightly into the full mounds, all the while feeling her nipples harden and her cunt juices beginning to flow at the thought of what was about to follow.

“Well, Alan, as a teacher, I feel that I should teach you a little something about what boys like you should do to a woman like me. Would you like that?”

The boy mumbled something, but his voice was muffled by the firm fleshy mounds of her breasts. She could feel him nodding his head, though, and she knew that she was making the right decision. She continued to hold him snuggled against her rising and falling breasts.

His smooth young head felt warm and his hair was soft against her hand. She allowed her hand to slide down over his youthful back and downward to hold the firm pants-covered mounds of his boyish buttocks as she held him tightly to the ever increasing rhythm of her breathing.

“Would you like me to suck your cock?” she asked in as soothing a voice as she could.

Already her mind was swirling with the excitement she knew she would experience by swirling his boyish cock around in her warm, wet mouth while sensations of obvious sensual desire raced uncontrollably through her tingling belly. She could feel the teen stiffen at her words. Clearly, he had never heard such language, and he must be trying to think of what she was talking about. She pulled him gently away from her and began hungrily kissing his smooth left cheek and then her lips found their way to his mouth while her hands continued to caress and knead the cheeks of his ass through his pants.

Kim knew teen boys had virile cocks, and Alan was no different. She could feel a swelling in his crotch, and she raced her hands around from his ass to that swelling, gently kneading and squeezing it while her lips continued to press against his. The throbbing boyish hardness of his cock thrilled her, and a wantonly abandoned sensation charged wildly through Kim’s experienced body as she clutched Alan tighter to her with the one hand on his shoulder. Her brain reeled with emotion and pure sensualism sweeping over her, and she opened her mouth, sending her tongue between the sweet-tasting boyish lips of this, her first student.

“Uuuunnnhhh. Miss Reed, what?” Alan garbled in surprise against her openly breathing mouth. “I, we, oooooohhhhhh.” he tried to find the words for his feelings, but what was happening to him was so new and strange that he didn’t know where to begin or what he should say.

He had heard the other boys making jokes about what was happening to him right now, but he never thought such things actually could happen. From all the things he had heard, though, he was expecting something dirty to happen. But this wonderful woman was anything but dirty. She was nice, and he somehow sensed that she was trying to help him. He got those feelings even more when she thrust her tongue once again into his openly surprised mouth! In fact, she drove her tongue so deeply into his mouth that he almost found it hard to breathe. And all the while her soft hands were stroking his buttocks and crotch.

For the first few moments, he was totally frightened, but then, as he became accustomed to the touch of her hands, he noticed that it was feeling very good, and he found that he did not mind at all. She was so gentle and kind and her tongue tasted so good and wet and warm. He never thought another person’s tongue in his mouth would make him feel this way!

“Now, Alan,” Kim whispered in a husky voice that betrayed her ever-mounting lust, “I’m going to take off your pants. After all, if I’m going to suck your manly cock, I have to see it.”

What she was about to do to him went against everything he had been taught. His mother especially had told him that he should never let another girl play with his “pee-pee,” as she called it, as it went against the teachings of Jesus and marriage. But what this new teacher was doing held him totally spellbound, and he was already feeling so good with her fingers “down there” that he didn’t want her to stop, ho matter how wrong it was.

The beautiful red-headed teacher slipped his pants down over his slim hips, letting them puddle at his feet on the floor. She noticed with glee that his cock was at least six inches. She couldn’t wait to taste his cum. Now that his cock was exposed to her gaze, she no longer squeezed his buttocks, but rather brought her hands around to his cock and began stroking it.

Alan was getting more and more excited. First she had been soothing him, but this! This was something else. He had seen his mother and father kiss several times, and he had seen people in the movies kiss as well. He had heard from the other boys about sex sites on the net, but his parents controlled his access to online sites. So he had never seen anything like what was happening to him now. Alan was amazed at the fact that his penis was hard and pointing straight up. He had erections before but had never masturbated for it was a sin the eyes of Jesus. He had thought several times about what it might be like to have a girl touch him there, but he had never paid all that much attention to those thoughts. Now he was, though. This was a real woman touching him!

Kim could feel her moistened lips quivering with her own excitement. She had been for a full two weeks without a cock in her cunt, her ass or her mouth, and she was looking forward to again experiencing the sensations she had found so pleasureful living at home and in college. Smoothing her hands up over the boyish hips again, she fixed her eyes on the throbbing hardness of his cock. In a way, it reminded her of a dog-cock she had sucked once at a party the dean of the math department had, not that long but so hard and pleasureful and wonderful. She remembered fondly the other professors laughing and commenting on her sucking skills, the dog all excited as he wagged his tail, and then the never ending spurt of dog cum shooting into her mouth. Not that Alan was a dog, though. He was a boy about to become a man, and the sexually free teacher wanted to make sure that his loss of virginity did not destroy his mind.

Her mind reeling with licentious thoughts, she knelt down in front of him. Kim turned Alan halfway around and placed a kiss lightly on his quivering young ass-cheek, and she felt the boy stiffen with excitement.

“Do you like that?” she asked hopefully. “Did you like it when I kissed your ass cheek?”

“Uuuhhhh, y, yes,” he stammered, his eyes looking down at the swelling rise of Kim’s full breasts. She avoided stroking his cock for a minute, moving her hands warmly over his chest and belly in small circles, teasing him into greater hardness as she came closer and closer to touching his now achingly, throbbing cock once again.

Visions of what his father and mother would do to him if they knew what was happening entered his mind. They would kill him if they could see him now. But even though he felt a little guilty about letting this woman touch his pee-pee, the sensations were so blissfully overwhelming that he didn’t really care what his parents thought at the moment.

He looked down at his teacher who was looking up at him smiling. His gaze fell to his groin and the way her soft, slender hands were gently flowing over him. He felt delightfully strange because his pants were at his feet. God! His cock just kept getting harder and bigger and there was a funny feeling in his belly. And then he sensed that she was going to touch it again, this time differently than she had the first time!

Kim could hardly breathe she was so emotionally strung up and tense that it was all she could do to remember that she was trying to teach this sweet boy something new. But there was no denying the fact that she wanted his cock in her mouth more than she wanted to give him a lesson in sex. Her sexual appetite had been highly sharpened by the fact that she had been using her fingers in her cunt for two weeks, and if Deacon Stern, head of school, were to come into the room and catch her, she wouldn’t be able to stop what she was doing.