Chapter 1
Lincoln High School was typical of many big city high schools. The building itself was huge, ugly, and old. The teachers, mostly young and recent college graduates, were bored with their work, and disappointed. Enlightening the young was not quite as marvelous as they thought it would be. First of all, the young didn't want to be enlightened. They had other things on their minds, namely sex.
At that adolescent age, sex preoccupied every single one of the bored, rebellious students at Lincoln High. Except, it preoccupied some more than others.
And those others weren't waiting to be taught about sex in the biology classes, or in the insipid sex education sessions held twice a week in the high school auditorium.
They were finding out for themselves, in their own way. They had all the help they needed from Harry Grant, and Tom Stern, both biology teachers at Lincoln High.
Not that the interested students needed help. Coming from poor, slum backgrounds like they did, they learned all they needed to know at home. Most of them could hear their mothers and fathers fucking in the next room, or sometimes, in the same room. Most of them had sexual relations as children, too. Most frequently, these sexual encounters were with the numerous brothers and sisters they were forced to share beds with as a result of their poverty.
The kids at Lincoln High had nothing left to learn about sex. They knew it all before they got to high school. All they could do was indulge in it as often and as wildly as possible.
The school, with its inadequate facilities, its indifferent teachers, and its boring curriculum could offer them little distraction. The streets were hotbeds of dope-pushing and sex-soliciting and all the other unsavory activities common to a big city slum.
Since gang warfare had gone out of style in the late fifties, the kids had no other form of amusement except sex. And they amused themselves to the hilt with sex.
A group was organized in the high school, a group that came together as spontaneously as the earlier street gangs of the fifties had. All the hottest studs and the hottest and best-looking cunts in the school got together and started a clique called "KAK" which stood for Kocks and Kunts.
The Kocks and Kunts were the hot shit clique in the high school. Everybody knew about them. Everybody knew what they did and how they did it. But nobody wanted to break them up. On the contrary, everyone wanted to join. But not everybody could.
Tom and Harry, the two handsome young biology teachers, the only teachers included in the high school sex clique, made sure that all applicants were carefully screened. Neither Tom nor Harry wanted any trouble. They were careful that only cooperative, interested, and manageable students joined the sex clique.
Infiltration by a hostile student would mean instant dismissal for them, and the breakup of the sex clique, which was the only interesting part of their jobs. In fact, the sexual contact they had with the students in the clique was just about the only kind of contact of interrelationship between students and teachers going on in the whole school.
Tom and Harry knew they had a good thing going, and they didn't want anything to interfere. They had first go at all the hottest, tightest cunts in the group, and all the cunts in the group were absolutely top quality, the best kind of ass a poor, slum school like Lincoln had to offer. Of course, all the students were anxious to be admitted to it, but the screening was brutal. Still, there were many aspiring applicants.
The girls and guys knew that if they became a Kock or a Kunt, they would have the best kind of sex available in the neighborhood, and in the high school. Not only that, but they would be practically guaranteed passing grades in all their courses through the influence of Tom and Harry.
At one session, the two teachers decided to start a recruiting campaign. As they sat around in the basement lounge of the high school, surrounded by all the gathered Kocks and Kunts, Tom was the first to speak.
"We need some new talent here, kids," he said.
"That's right," Harry added. "All of us have fucked each other in every possible way, dozens upon dozens of times already."
"Right," Tom interjected. "And we're really getting bored with each other."
"It's true," a ripe young Kunt by the name of Lucy said. "I've sucked every Kock in this room more times than I care to remember."
"It's getting to be a drag," Mary, another Kunt said.
"Tom is right," Sal, a Kock, added. "I've eaten out all the Kunts in this room, and I can hardly get my rocks off any more."
Murmurs of agreement went up all around the room. It was time for a change. New blood, new sex routines, something, anything.
"That's what I said," Tom interjected, "we've got to get some new talent."
"Okay," Harry said. "Starting tomorrow, each one of you Kocks and Kunts has to come up with at least one name for a new recruit. Then we can screen them all, and then we'll see what we come up with."
"This ends the business part of the meeting," Tom said. "Now, let's get some action going."
A bored moan went up around the room. The twenty or so Kocks and Kunts gathered there had already done just about everything there was to do in the area of heterosexual sex. The idea of just going through the same old paces didn't appeal to them in the least.
"Listen," said Sal, "Let's do a show today. This time, two of us can fuck in the middle of the room, and the rest can jack off or masturbate."
"Naw," Lucy groaned, "we did that one two weeks ago!"
"Yeah, I'm bored with that," Mary added.
"Well," Sal snapped, do you have any better ideas?" He glared at Mary and Lucy. Both of the girls looked at each other and then shrugged.
"I guess not," Lucy said, speaking for both of them."
"Well then, shut the fuck up," Sal snapped. "And cooperate."
"Right," said Tom the biology teacher. "I don't like this any more than you do, but what else can we do?"
"Nothing," said Harry. "So we may as well make the best of what we've got."
"For now," Sal interrupted. "But by this time tomorrow, everybody should have at least one name to submit as a new member."
"Wow," Lucy said, "we should concentrate on the freshmen. Maybe there are some virgins among them!"
Her enthusiastic remark was met with scornful groans.
"Are you kidding?" Mary sneered. "In this school, a virgin?"
"What are you crazy?" Sal sneered.
"Well, you never know," Lucy said defensively. "There are all kinds of weirdoes in this world."
"Weirdoes, yes," said Sal, "but virgins no, at least, not in this part of town."
Again, murmurs of assent and dissent went up in the room. There was no doubt about it, then, the Kocks and Kunts were getting restless. And when they get restless, they get nasty.
Tom and Harry, the teachers, realized that they had to hold the group together. They had to for two reasons. The first was that this group, the Kocks and the Kunts were the only thing that made their idiotic teaching jobs bearable. After all, where else in the city could they have easy access to a whole crew of eager, hungry and experienced sixteen and seventeen-year-old cunts.
Where else could they get so much head, and such good head for free? If they dated career girls, or any of the female teachers, they would certainly have to put out a few bucks for some cheap dinner and a movie. The thing was these days, you had to pay for a girl. You had to pay for a dinner and a movie, but what it really boiled down to was paying for the right to shove your prick into her cunt, or ass-hole, whichever you preferred.
It didn't cost that much, but still, with the tiny salaries teachers were getting, every dollar counted.
As long as they were in Kocks and Kunts, and the only teachers included in the group, they had an unspoken, but very real position of power. All the Kocks and Kunts knew that it helped to have teachers with them. It smoothed things out, if any questions were raised by the high school administration, and it protected them against possible suspension. Best of all, it practically guaranteed them passing grades.
A good deal for all, no doubt about it. Tom and Harry were anxious to keep it that way. They got what they wanted and the students got what they wanted.
"Okay, kids," Tom said. "We've going to have a fuck show today."
"Now the only question remaining is who will be the cock and the cunt to do it?"
An uproar ensued. Every single one of the Kocks and Kunts wanted to give the show, but that would be a drag. That would be just an orgy and they had had their fill of orgies."
"How about you, Mary?" Tom asked. "Want to be the cunt for today's show?"
"I sure as shit do," she replied. "But I got the curse today."
"Really heavy?"
"Yeah," she replied. "I'm bleeding like a stuck pig."
"Never mind then," Tom said. "That might be too messy."
"What do you say, Lucy?"
Immediately, the voluptuous young blonde wriggled up off the floor and moved to the center of the floor.
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," she said.
"Now, all we need is a cock."
"I want to do it," Sal said.
Murmurs of dissent wet up from the crowd. "Who the fuck do you think you are, Sal?" growled Gary, another well-hung Kock. "You've been center stage once too often for my taste."
"Yeah," Lucy snarled. "Who the fuck do you think you are, King Kock."
"Kiss my ass," Sal snarled at her. "Now, now," Tom interrupted in a placating voice.
"Sal's been dominating a lot of activities," Harry said smoothly. "Don't you think it's time somebody else had a chance?"
"Yeah," Gary interrupted. "Somebody like me, maybe."
Lucy squealed with delight. She liked Gary because he reminded her of her older brother, her brother who had first introduced her to sex when he raped her at the age of nine. Even though the act was technically rape, Lucy had loved every minute of it. She and her older brother had sucked and fucked regularly since then. In fact, she was heartbroken when her brother had to leave home after a knife fight with her father.
Now, the idea of fucking and putting on a fuck and suck show for all the Kocks and Kunts with Gary, who was practically the spitting image of her older brother, aroused Lucy. She felt her cunt churn with anticipation, and her nipples stiffen.
"Yeah," she said. "I want to fuck Gary."
"Wait a minute," Sal snarled. "That's not the way it works. We all get to decide who fucks who. It's not just up to you to decide."
"He's right," Tom, the teacher interrupted.
"Exactly," Harry, the other teacher said. "Let's remember the virtues of the democratic process and parliamentary procedure."
"Let's take a vote," Tom suggested.
Judging from the inaudible buzz of sounds that went up from the gathered Kocks and
Kunts, they all agreed with him.
"Okay," Harry said. "Everybody who thinks Lucy should fuck Gary, raise their hands."
Instantly, almost twenty hands shot up.
"Well," Harry said. "It looks like it's unanimous. There's no need to even take a count."
"Great!" Lucy squealed. "Let me strip first."
Gary walked up to her and then sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her as she started a slow, sexy striptease.
Lucy, a petite voluptuous blonde, was a natural exhibitionist. Her body too, was really something to exhibit.
She had a pair of huge, melon-like tits, so huge that it was a wonder of nature that they stood up so high and firm on her chest, without even the slightest hint of a sag.
Her rib cage was narrow, swooping down to a tiny, pinched-in waist. The waist then swelled out into two perfectly symmetrical, voluptuous hips. Her legs were just right, too; they were long, but not too long and they gave her a willowy look, like a high fashion model, a look that would interfere with the fleshy lushness of the rest of her body.
Lucy slowly ran her hands over her body, covering every quivering inch of her flesh with the palms of her hands. She closed her eyes seductively. Low animal moans rumbled in her throat, as her hands rubbed hard over her gigantic tits. Suddenly, she pinched up the tits between the fingers of her two hands, and began to roll the nipples.
Her mouth stretched into a slight grimace of pain as her fingers, tightening over her nipples, brought her to new heights of self-arousal.
"Well," she moaned, her eyes still closed. "I'm waiting for somebody to do it to me."
"Do what?" a dozen eager voices asked.
"Do anything, as long as it feels good," she moaned in reply.
"A cunt-lapping?" one voice suggested.
"No," she sneered. "That's old time. I want something new, something different."
She continued to pinch her nipples and roll them between the thumb and index fingers of her hands. Gradually, her hips began a luscious, obscene bump and grind.
"Oh, get it on," Gary groaned.
"Help me," Lucy murmured.
"What do you need?" he asked.
She continued to writhe provocatively, jutting her hips out now and thrusting her cunt out towards Gary's face.
"I need to get my prescription filled," Lucy moaned.
"What will fill that prescription?" Gary asked.
"A doctor," Lucy moaned.
"I'm a doctor," Gary said.
"Of what?" Lucy asked.
"Of Kuntology," Gary snickered. His remark was met with roars of laughter from all sides of the room.
"Well, Doctor, I still need to get it filled," Lucy said.
"I don't know," Gary replied. "You haven't convinced me yet. I'm not sure just how bad you need it."
"Oh, believe me," Lucy moaned, cupping her tits in her hands. "I need it really bad."
"Prove it," Gary challenged.
"But that calls for a detailed examination," Lucy said, suggestively. "You got to check me out."
"Tell me your symptoms first," Gary teased.
Lucy fell into a feverish bumping and grinding. Her hands flew from her tits to her ass-hole and then to her cunt.
"Oh, it hurts all over," she said.
"Real bad," Lucy said. "In fact, I can't take it very much longer."
"You must be brave," Gary said. "Because when I begin the treatment I might hurt you a little."
"Oh, I don't mind," Lucy moaned, "as long as you cool that fever."
"Fever?" Gary asked. "You didn't say anything about a fever."
"But I got one," she insisted. "Right here,"
Suddenly, without warning, Lucy lifted her skirt up and tucked its hem into the waistband of the skirt. Her crotch and thighs were exposed. Despite their over-indulgence in sex, all the men in the room whistled sharply in appreciation.
Lucy's crotch was a sight. The smooth, rounded white belly that bulged out provocatively, was quivering with a purely sexual lust. The flesh of her thighs, too, shook and shivered as her whole body spasmed with the throes of mock pain.
"I'm in misery," Lucy moaned.
Her hand suddenly covered her crotch. She rubbed hard against the black silk nylon panties she wore.
"Right here is where it hurts, Doctor," she said, "right here, deep inside."
"Let me see," Gary said.
"Believe me, you don't have to see nothing," Lucy whined. "You just got to take care of it right away."
"No I'm the Doctor. I get to decide," Gary insisted.
"Well, decide already," Lucy said, once again shoving her crotch out sharply in the direction of Gary's face.
"I can't decide until I've examined you."
"Well, come on over here then," Lucy purred. "Check me out."
"Take your panties off," Gary ordered.
"Oh, sure, Doctor," Lucy answered in a simpering voice. "Maybe you should do it for me.
A dozen voices roared approval and encouragement.
Tom was already deeply involved in the little act that Lucy was putting on for them. She was a fucking good actress, that cunt, he thought. It was a good thing because they were all getting restless, very restless.
"No," Gary snapped, "you take them off yourself, nice and slow."
Lucy's hips began to gyrate. Her hands left her erect, hard nipples and slid slowly down to her elastic panty waistband. Slowly, her hands slid over the rounded belly, and began to prick at the muff of golden pubic hair covering her steaming cunt. She paused there provocatively, opening her blue eyes, and staring directly at Gary.
"What should I do now?" she asked in mock innocence.
"Take them off all the way," Gary said impatiently.
"Okay, Doctor," Lucy purred. With her fingers, she pinched up the elastic waistband and pulled it as far away from her quivering soft belly as they would go. She peered down inside the panties, her eyes fixed on the golden cunt muff at the base of her belly.
"Oooooh," she whined. "I need help bad, really bad."
"Well, take the fucking panties off so that I can see," Gary snapped. He loved her play-acting. That was the most exciting thing left for the Kocks and Kunts to do. But Lucy was so good, and her acting was so real that he was getting very, very excited. He felt his massive nine-incher begin to throb with lust. His sudden, powerful erection actually became painful for him because of the tight black pants he wore. He was as eager for action as she was, but he was playing it cool. He knew his status with the group and knew that it depended on just how cook he was. If he appeared to be a dripping, hot young cock, his status would zoom down like the thermometer in the middle of a cold spell.
"All right, Doctor," Lucy simpered. "Anything you say."
"You bet," Gary replied.
"I just hope you can help me," Lucy said plaintively, "after all this shit you're putting me through."
"Oh," Gary breathed eagerly, his hand beginning to stroke his cock. "I can help you all right."
"I'll give you a try," Lucy said. "And if you can't, well, I'll just have to go to somebody else. After all, a girl has to take care of herself, you know."
"Take the fucking panties off," Gary snapped.
He was getting too hot to stay cool. He didn't even care what the rest of the Kocks and Kunts thought of him. Suddenly his sexuality took over. All he knew was that his rammer was hot and ready, and this cunt was putting him off and playing games.
"Sure, Doctor, sure," Lucy said. "Give me a chance, will you?"
She gave her black silk panties a quick tug that brought them down just to the upper edge of her golden cunt muff, but no further. She gave a loud groan of pain, throwing her head back in mock agony. "Oh, I need help bad," she moaned.
"I'll give it to you," Gary promised.
"I can't wait," Lucy groaned. "I'm in misery."
She slipped her hands under her panties, under the part that still covered her golden cunt muff. Slowly, she inserted her hands over the pubic bush, being careful that the panties still covered both the pubic bush and her hand. She knew how to tantalize spectators.
Her hand began to move under her panties in an interesting and provocative way. She was obviously scratching her muff and beginning to dig her finger into the tip of her slit.
"Oh, that hurts," she moaned, throwing her head back in agony.
The fascinated spectators could see only one thing-Lucy's lush, delectable body, and her tiny, white hand, playing interesting games down there between her legs.
She shuddered, pretending great pain. The index finger of her right hand had just rubbed over her clit.
"Oooooh," she whimpered. "I just felt a bump!"
"Goodness," Gary exclaimed. "Let the doctor see."
"Ooooh, I can't move," Lucy groaned, while her hand rubbed frantically up and down her aroused, erect clit.
Meanwhile, the spectators were going crazy from her skillful play-acting and striptease. She knew how to imply so much, to hint at so much and yet still keep the real thing, her hot, come-covered cunt, covered up from all their eyes.
"Is that what hurts?" Gary asked.
"Yes, yes," Lucy moaned. "This thing I have here, right at the tip of my slit. It's killing me. It needs to be massaged."
"Let me see it," Gary said.
"Yes, Doctor," Lucy moaned. Slowly, with gestures imitating painful movements, Lucy finally slipped her black silk panties off her hips.
Now her golden cunt muff was exposed at last. The V of her crotch was the image of voluptuousness. Her two, full, soft thighs pressed against each other as if in pain. Squeezed tightly between them was the index finger of her right hand. She kept her finger there and from the continuing frantic motion of her hand, it was obvious that she was still rubbing it.
Now, she had to slip her panties off completely, off past her knees and her ankles, and finally she had to kick them off. Lucy didn't seem to want to spread her legs, though, nor did it seem that she wanted to take her finger away from her clit.
"Listen, cunt, you've got to spread those legs if you're going to be able to take those pants off," Gary snapped. His impatience was increasing with every moment.
"I can't," she moaned, "it hurts too much."
"Come on," Gary urged. "You've got to be brave."
"I'll try," Lucy moaned. "But you're responsible for whatever happens to me."
Still, she didn't separate her legs or take her finger off her clit. Instead, her hips did a frantic bump and grind intended to make the panties slide off her thighs by themselves.
It seemed impossible because the panties were made of that tight, stretchable silk that clung tightly to her body. Yet, this was the way she was going to do it.
Her bare buttocks, a perfect pair of fleshy, round white mounds, wriggled left and right provocatively. Her thighs, too, began to quiver as she moved them left and right.
Slowly but surely, the tight silk panties began to slide down her thighs. When they reached the knee level, the gathered Kocks and Kunts gasped with anticipation. Lucy actually succeeded in taking her panties off without using her hands at all, and had succeeded in titillating them all beyond words with her little acrobatic act.
Now Lucy's body fell into a frenzied sort of dance. She bent her knees quickly and rhythmically, and then straightened out her legs again. As she made this motion, she let her hips follow it. She was doing a kind of frontwards-backwards bump and grind that duplicated the sex act exactly.
The spectators were going wild. Lucy actually looked like she was getting fucked, and getting fucked furiously and frenziedly.
Inevitably, her panties slid down from her knees, and came to rest around her feet and ankles. Now it was just a question of stepping out of them.
"Come on," Gary groaned. His impatience was getting out of hand. He felt the tip of his prick release its hot sticky flow of pre-come lubricant. If Lucy didn't let him ram it in pretty soon, he would just ejaculate spontaneously in his pants, and be the laughing stock of all the gathered Kocks and Kunts.
"I'm trying, Doctor," Lucy whined. "It's just that it hurts so much, don't you see."
"Enough with the play-acting," Gary snarled. "We both know this is just a game. It's served its purpose now. We're all hot so let's get on with it."
"Why, Doctor, I don't know what you're talking about," Lucy gasped.
"You do too. You want all of my nine inches ramming into that cunt so badly that it's driving you crazy. Now come on."
"I still don't know what you are talking about," Lucy insisted. "I'm in pain, Doctor."
Suddenly Gary couldn't stand her any more. He was really ready to ejaculate and he knew he mustn't because if he did, he would be the laughing stock of Lincoln High's sex clique.
Suddenly, and without warning, he leapt off the floor and tackled Lucy.
She screamed delicately. "My goodness, Doctor," she shrieked. "If this is part of the treatment, I'm not sure I should go to you."
"You don't have to," Gary said. "I'm going to come to you?"
"Why, what do you mean?" Lucy demanded, struggling and writhing on the floor.
"I mean I'm going to cure your cunt," Gary said. "I'm going to ram my prick into you and you'll forget all about that strange pain that you've been complaining about."
"Well, that's different," Lucy said. "If this is part of the treatment, go right ahead. I trust your judgment."
Gary had her flat on the floor, lying on her back. Quickly, he tugged her panties off her ankles and held them up. He showed them to the crowd of Kocks and Kunts.
"I see serious symptoms on these panties," he announced.
"My goodness!" Lucy gasped. "What, where?"
Gary held the panties apart, exposing the narrow section of silk that covered her cunt when she was wearing them. There, he displayed a thick whitish-yellow smear of love juice.
"Aha" he exclaimed. "Vital juices have poured out of your system!" he said.
"What does that mean, Doctor?" Lucy asked.
"It means you got to get fucked, that's what."
"Really?" she asked. But before she had a chance to continue with her acting, Gary threw the come-smeared panties to the floor.
He slammed her luscious young body down against the cold linoleum. As she writhed on the floor frantically, she moaned in mock agony.
"Hurry Doctor," she pleaded. "The pain is getting worse."
Gary quickly unzipped his fly. His massive nine-inch rammer popped out to freedom. "This," he said to her, "is the instrument I'll cure you with."
"Oh," Lucy simpered.
Gary grabbed her soft inner thighs and spread her legs out as far as they would go. He raised his body on top of her. He positioned his prick at the mouth of her cunt so that his drooling throbbing glans was exactly at the mouth of her twat. With one mighty shove of his hips, he drove his huge love rod deep into her spasming cunt, reaching the very end of it in that one thrust.
Lucy moaned loudly, her hips slamming up into his groin. As he pumped into her furiously, she gasped, "You were right all along, Doctor, this is exactly what I needed. I feel better already."