Chapter 2
The next day after classes, Sal came to Tom, his biology teacher. With him was a new student, Sally Sloane.
Sal gave Tom a meaningful glance, indicating to him that he had already sounded Sally out and that she seemed to be a likely prospect. Tom, however, was very cautious with all new initiates. He had more to lose than the students did. If their little high school sex clique was exposed, he would lose everything.
Tom knew only too well that a student would only be suspended, at worst, expelled. But that was not irrevocable. An expelled student, according to the rules, could return to the school after a few months. But a teacher had much more to lose.
Not only would he be fired from his job, but he would be in disgrace forever. No other school would ever hire him, since he had been caught "corrupting minors."
That, thought Tom, would really be ironic because the students at Lincoln High were so corrupt that all the whores of Babylon put together couldn't corrupt them any more. There wasn't a trick in the book, or a perversion that they hadn't tried and even lost interest in. That's how corrupt they were.
In fact, he had learned several new sex tricks and new positions himself, since he had become a member of the Kunts and Kocks. He had learned things nobody in his affluent, suburban high school ever heard of, much less tried.
Nonetheless, Tom was familiar with the educational bureaucracy. He would be out in the cold for life if he was exposed.
He eyes Sally cautiously.
"This is Sally Sloane," Sal said.
"Nice to meet you," Tom said cautiously.
"Sally's only been at Lincoln High for two weeks, and I thought I should introduce you to her since you are one of the favorite teachers in the school," Sal said.
Tom eyed Sally. She was a good-looking cunt all right, in fact, she was probably prettier and sexier than any of the other girls who were already members. He wouldn't mind shoving his own stalk into her.
She was brunette, which he liked. Her dark hair and dark eyes contrasted nicely with Lucy and Mary's blondeness. It would be a change. Her body was flawless and, like Lucy's and Mary's, was on the voluptuous side rather than on the slender side. Tom liked that too. He always hated thin women.
"Nice to meet you, Sally," he said coolly. "How do you like Lincoln High?"
"Oh, I like it fine," she replied. "There doesn't seem to be much excitement, much extra-curricular activites, though."
She looked boldly into Tom's eyes. He returned her look. She knew something was going on and she wanted to get in on it. That was obvious from her blatantly sexual stare. How much had Sal told her, Tom wondered. He hoped Sal hadn't said too much. He didn't really trust anybody's judgment except his own.
"Well," Tom said. "I can't really agree with you there. There are a lot of sports teams you could join."
"I'm not interested in sports," Sally replied. She continued to look straight into his eyes. Her own glance had not lost its sexual content.
Tom was impressed. Either his instincts were way off, or else he was just coming face to face with the hottest cunt ever to hit Lincoln High.
"There is a home economics club, you know," he said.
"That's not exactly up my alley, either," she replied haughtily.
"Well, then, what precisely are your interests?" Tom asked. "If you spell them out for me, perhaps I can suggest a school club or organization you can join, something that would allow you to spend your spare time profitably."
"Oh, Mr. Stern," Sally began.
"Call me Tom," he said.
"Why, thank you," she simpered. "Anyway, that's what I really need, something to do in my spare time."
"Do you have a lot of spare time?" Tom asked.
"Oh, yes," she replied eagerly. "And I have a lot of spare energy too, if you know what I mean."
"Not exactly," Tom said. By now, he realized that this girl was a hot cunt and she was looking for regular, varied types of sex. But he decided to play with her and give her a real hard time. Also, he wanted to be absolutely sure she was a safe bet, and not a stool pigeon from the Board of Education.
"What do you mean?" Sally asked. "I've been as explicit as I possibly can be."
"Not really," Tom said again. "After all, with all that spare energy, you really should join some sports clubs. That's a good way to work it off."
"That," Sally said, "was not the kind of energy I was talking about."
"Well, what kind of energy were you talking about?"
"Oh, it's a simpler, more basic kind of energy," she said meaningfully.
"What kind of energy is that?" Tom asked.
Sally looked him straight in the eye. There was no mistaking the obvious sexual glint in them. But still, Tom wanted to hear the words, the exact explicit words coming out of her mouth.
"It's sexual energy," she said very slowly. "Pure simple, unadulterated sexual energy."
Tom was taken aback for a moment, but he recovered quickly. "And you have too much of it, is that right?"
"That's right," she said.
"And you're looking for a place and people with whom you can work off this sexual energy that you have in such tremendous amounts?"
"Exactly," Sally replied.
"So what you want is a sex club?" Tom asked.
"That's right," Sally replied.
"And what makes you think there is such a club here at Lincoln High?" Tom asked. His eyes bore into her deeply. This was the crucial question. Her answer to it, and her reaction to it would determine whether or not she could be accepted into the Kocks and Kunts.
"Nothing makes me think that," Sally said cunningly. "But if there isn't one, I certainly would like to start one. And I think all three of us should be in it. I think we would enjoy it and really understand the benefits that such a club would have."
"I see," said Tom.
"Of course, as a bio teacher, you should realize the importance of free sexual expression," Sally added.
"Oh, but I do, believe me," Tom replied smoothly. She shot Sal a meaningful glance. Their eyes met and interlocked. The message had been conveyed. And the message was that Sal was to bring Sally around to the meeting of the Kocks and Kunts that would take place tonight at Tom's house.
"Well," Sal interrupted, "Let's go, Sally. We can have something to eat in the cafeteria if you like."
Sally hesitated for a moment. She had expected an explicit yes or no from Tom, right there on the spot. But, realizing that was not what was going to happen, she decided to make the best of the situation and follow Sal to the cafeteria.
She couldn't believe that she wouldn't be accepted. She was a looker and she knew it. Plus, she was a fucker and she knew that too. She had already checked out all the chicks at Lincoln High and she knew she could compete with any of them easily, even as far as looks went, not to mention the fucking part.
She sat down at one of the scarred tables in the cafeteria. Sal sat next to her and immediately, his knee pressed into hers. She returned the pressure without hesitation. If Sal wanted head from her in return for helping her get into the Kocks and Kunts, she was more than willing to give it. Besides, she knew she would fuck Sal many times over anyway, as soon as she got into the club.
Sally already realized however, that the real power behind the club was Tom, the teacher she had talked to. She knew that she had succeeded in capturing his attention. She knew that her eyes could talk sex better than any other girl's eyes could.
Except, the sex that Sally's eyes promised always came through, came through even better than the promise.
Now she turned to Sal and gave him her heaviest bedroom eyes. She could feel him responding immediately, his legs pressing against hers. Boldly, Sally moved her hand between his legs.
The prick she felt was the biggest she had ever felt and she had spent many years feeling pricks, sucking pricks and letting them butt-fuck her. She just put her finger on one of the hottest, biggest pricks around and she knew it.
As she let her finger slide slowly over its huge thickening length, she realized that it was like some huge powerful snake, coiled up and still waiting in retreat. The massive penis stood coiled and ready to strike, between her legs, like between two rocks.
"Well, Sal," she asked, her hand now covering as much of the massive instrument as possible. "What do you think?"
"What do I think?" he demanded incredulously.
"Yeah?" she replied.
"I think you're dynamite, baby," Sal said.
"I know that," Sally replied impatiently.
"Well, what more do you want me to say?"
"Do you think Tom liked me?"
"Do I think Tom liked you? Listen baby," Sal said, "he was hot for you on the spot. He would have fucked you right then and there on the lab tables if he thought he could have gotten away with it."
"Are you sure?"
"Am I sure? Listen, I copped a look at his cock, and it was bulging like a mother-fucker under his pants."
"I didn't even notice that," Sally said.
"How the shit could you miss it?" Sal asked.
"I don't know. I just don't even notice these things anymore," she said. "How come?"
"Because I'm used to it. Every time that I walk into a room, every single fucking prick goes big and hard, know what I mean?" she said.
"Yeah," Sal replied. "So I guess it's just nickels and dimes to you that every guy's prick starts to drip at the sight of you."
"Oh, not exactly nickels and dimes," Sally said. "It's always nice to know you're wanted. like right now, for instance."
"What do you mean?" Sal asked.
"Well, you see that big thing down there?"
"Where?" Sal demanded.
"Right there between your legs," Sally said. For some reason Sal felt a little embarrassed. He blushed.
"Oh, my prick," he replied.
"Right," Sally said sarcastically.
"The thing you've got your hands on."
"Exactly. Well, that thing wants me, doesn't it?" she said coyly.
"You bet it does," Sal admitted.
"There, see what I mean? It feels good to be wanted."
"You are, baby," Sal breathed. His own axle-greased stained hand slipped up Sally's thigh.
"Not so fast buster," she snapped.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Sal demanded. "I have a right to do this, because if you're a Kunt and I'm a Kock, we are always able to fuck each other, just like that. That's the whole reason for the club."
"Yeah," Sally said challengingly, "But am I a Kunt, that's what I want to know."
"Sure you are, baby," Sal said, tapping her reassuringly on the knee. "You're a Kunt if ever I saw one. And believe me, I've seen plenty. I also have been up plenty.
"Oh, I believe you, Sal, but what I mean is, will I be accepted into the Kocks and Kunts?"
"Sure you will," Sal said. "I could tell just from the way Tom looked at you."
"And from his hard-on, too?"
"Yeah, sure," he replied.
"But isn't there some kind of vote or something, that everybody takes about a new member?"
"Sure, but you're in, baby. That's a guarantee."
"But how can I be sure?" Sally insisted.
"Listen, if Tom-likes you and if I like you, the decision has already been made." Sal was getting impatient. He wanted at least to be able to stick his hand up her cunt right here in the gym. He wanted to give her the Kunt Juice Test.
That was a test, tried and proven, and given to all potential new Kunts. If, after being in the presence of a Kock for a few minutes, especially close up, the way Sal and Sally had been, the Kock stuck his hand into the Kunt's twat, and there wasn't a lot of love juice and scum oozing down it, that meant an automatic rejection right on the spot.
It was really important that when the Kock felt up between the pussy lips of a prospective Kunt, they were already moist, and wet, and eager for penetration. That was a sign that the girl had a high level of sexuality, and was easily and quickly aroused. The sign of her cunt, that tell-tale wetness, was the crucial test. The girl couldn't make her cunt wet, any more than a man could make his prick stand up hard, if he wasn't really aroused. That way, the body would tell the whole story, and the body would tell the truth. If the girl's cunt was wet, she was okay. If it was super-wet, literally dripping with cunt scum, she was a natural, and definitely wanted in the Kocks and Kunts club. If, that is, she was good-looking enough. That and looks, were the first test.
Now, Sal eased his hand up Sally's thigh. She sipped her soda, staring straight ahead of her in the gym, pretending nothing was happening. She was about to protest, but some inner voice, some kind of female intuition, told her to shut up, and let Sal do it.
She was right. That was part of the test too. If Sally didn't let Sal feel up her pussy now, that would mean that she wasn't free and easy enough, sexually, to really make it with the Kocks and Kunts.
But Sally sensed what was happening, and let Sal's greasy, calloused hands slip up over her nylon stockings. She wasn't feeling in the least bit aroused. Not until, that is, she felt his hand slip over the top of her nylons.
When the rough, scratchy fingers of his huge masculine hands finally slipped over the top of the nylon fabric, Sally literally gasped with pleasure. The feel of those cold hands rubbing hard and firm up the warm, soft and giving flesh of her thighs made her shiver with lust.
The point of her sexual arousal was amazing. From an absolute cold and calculating zero, Sally had suddenly become red hot. That was the part of her personality, or rather, her sexuality, that interested Sal.
As his hand crept further up her nude, smooth thigh, he looked at her closely.
"Like that, huh?" he asked.
"Yeah, you bet," she replied.
"That's what I like to see, a girl who gets real hot real fast."
"That's for sure. One thing I can say for myself is that I'm ready for a fuck at the drop of a pants," Sally laughed.
"That's good, because all the Kocks and Kunts have to be that way."
"Why?"
"Because we don't like to mess around, you know. When we get together, we want to start in on the action right away, know what I mean?"
"Sure," she replied.
"It's not going to take a half hour work over to get one of the Kocks or Kunts hot. That's too long, you know? We don't want to be bothered with people like that."
"I know what you mean," Sally said coolly.
"But you're not like that," Sal said.
"Oh, no," Sally replied. "My cunt is churning already."
"Feel anything wet down there yet?" Sal asked.
"Just try me, Baby."
"Oh, I will, but I like to take it nice and slow, once I know that the action is there, and the action got there fast."
"Well, take your time, Sal," she said. "I'm enjoying every minute of it."
"I can feel your body starting to shake already," Sal said.
"Yeah, too bad your hands can't come up and feel my tits. If they could, you'd really get an idea of how hot you make me."
"Why?"
"Because my nipples are like two fucking cannons, stiffer and bigger than they ever were before."
"Oh, I believe it," Sal said.
"You better believe it," Sally replied. "And," she added, "you better believe that I'm going to give you special treatment, honey, when I get into the Kocks and Kunts."
"Thanks, doll," he replied, his cock throbbing in response.
"That is," Sally drawled, "if I do get into the Kocks and Kunts. And I'm really counting on it. I'm counting on your support when they all take a vote."
"Baby, you've got it made. Now stop worrying, will you?"
"Okay, Sal," she said, "you're right. I'm just a worrier from 'way back. Except that it would really piss me off not to get accepted, after all, every school I've ever been to, and I've been to plenty, since they keep kicking me out, I've always been the tops."
"I know what you mean."
"I had all the guys, teachers, too, panting after my pussy. And when they got a lick of that pussy they wanted more, believe me."
"Listen, baby, you don't have to convince me," Sal said.
Slowly his hand eased higher and higher up her cunt until it reached the little spare tire of fatty flesh that most girls have right below the vagina.
He gasped involuntarily as he felt the increased warmth from the hot, wet oven of her cunt. Sally, covered up by the table, spread her legs slightly. She wanted Sal to have all the room he needed, and more.
"Now I really want you," she gasped
"I really want you too."
"I want you to suck my cunt, suck it so hard that all the juice comes pouring out of me, and into your mouth."
"Give me a chance."
Sally was really getting hot. "Your prick, too, I want it thick and throbbing inside me, so that it hurts."
"Oh, baby, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
"That too," Sally said. "I like to get it in the ass-hole, you know."
"Yeah?" Sal said.
Immediately Sally was on her guard. "What's the matter, you don't like butt-fucking?"
"Sure I do," he said, indignantly. "I really love to butt-fuck girls."
"Well, then why did you sort of hesitate there?"
"Because once I got gang-banged by a bunch of fags when I was in reform school."
"No kidding?" Sally said, amazed.
"Yeah," Sal said. "They put me in reform school and all these fags ganged up on me. And they all shot their loads into my ass-hole, one after the other. And there was about fifteen of them, too."
"Shit," gasped Sally.
"Yeah, I was bleeding like a stuck pig for days, right out of my ass-hole," Sal said.
Sally was dumbfounded. No wonder he got nervous at any mention of butt-fucking. "Gee, Sal," she said sympathetically. "I can understand how you feel. I'm sorry I even brought it up."
"Naw, it's okay," he said, "you didn't know."
"But that still doesn't mean you don't like to butt-fuck girls, does it?"
"Of course not," Sal said. "Sticking a hot thick rod into a tight female ass-hole is what really gets me off."
"Why?" Sally asked. Now she was beginning to wonder if he was an anal freak who didn't like to fuck girls in the cunt. That would be too bad, Sally thought, because although she liked to get it in the ass-hole every once in a while, she really liked getting it in the cunt more. And if Sal didn't want to give it to her in the cunt, they just couldn't make it sexually. She knew that right away.
"Well, you know," Sal said. "Some girls have really big boxes, know what I mean?"
"Sure I do," Sally replied.
"I mean their motherfucking boxes are so big, and so loose, you feel like you're shooting your load into a big old rubber bag. It's just not fun."
"Yeah, I understand what you mean," Sally said. "Once I had a girl friend like that. The poor chick really had troubles. Her boyfriend even left her because of that. You know, her cunt was too big for him to get his rocks off in, and she didn't let him butt-fuck her because it was against her principles."
"Yeah," Sal said. "But you chicks have great cunt muscles, you know. If you try, you can make them go tighter and looser any time you want, and as fast as you want."
"Yeah, I'm good at that," Sally bragged.
"I could have guessed that, baby. I'll bet you're good at everything, especially sucking cocks. Oh, wow. I can't wait for a real honest to goodness blow-job from you."
"I hope you won't have to wait too long," said Sally suggestively. "The minute I'm officially accepted into the Kocks and Kunts, I'd like you to be the first man I give a blow-job to."
"It's a deal," said Sal.
His hand had by now slipped under her nylon panties, approaching them from the back, from the crotch piece. His fingers moved the little strip of silk fabric aside, and gave it a tug.
His cock quivered with arousal when he realized that the silk on the nylon panties, at least that part of it that was covering her cunt, was now sopping wet with the sticky scum that had drooled out of her cunt. Sal ran his fingers over it eagerly. He couldn't believe how wet her panties were!
"Wow," he said to her in a low voice, "you must really be some kind of hot cunt to have so much juice and gism drool out of your twat, after just having my hand move up you like that."
"You bet your sweet ass," Sally said. "Wait until you see me in action tonight at that club meeting at Tom's house."
Sal continued to explore her cunt.
"I am going to Tom's aren't I?" Sally asked anxiously.
"Of course," Sal snapped. "How many times do I have to tell you? You're in, and you don't have to worry any more."
"Good," said Sally, her legs opening a few inches more to the pressure of Sal's hand. It felt good, she had to admit it. It felt delicious. Maybe it was Sal, but she thought probably not. The touch of a man on almost any part of her body made her feel good. And two touches made her cunt cream for sure. But, she hoped that she could get to be Sal's special favorite, and Tom's special favorite.
She was a power-hungry bitch, and she knew how a cunt could get to the source of power. As a woman, she knew that she herself would have trouble establishing herself as the actual leader of the group, but she could be the power behind the throne by getting all the male leaders of her group really addicted to her cunt. Sally had been around long enough to know that the way to power and prestige for a woman was through her physical good looks, or through her cunt. And she was willing to do that.
She was willing to do anything necessary to become the top Kunt of the Kocks and Kunts at Lincoln High.
Slowly but surely, Sal's hand slid up to where he could feel the bristly hairs of her cunt muff tickling his fingers and tingling his tips until his cock stiffened even more.
That was what she wanted to feel. Now she had her hand on Sal's cock, and he had his hand slipping up deeper and deeper into her cunt. And all right here, in the middle of the high school cafeteria!
Sally knew she would like Lincoln High!
Suddenly Sal's hard, scratchy fingers reached over her cunt lip, getting caught in the tangled jungle of her golden cunt hairs.
"Keep going," Sally murmured. She could feel her cunt lips beginning to swell with lust.
"Oh, I will baby," Sal moaned.
His fingers, all four of them, slid over the fat, sausage-like roll of her outer cunt lips.
"That feels good, so good," she moaned.
Sal's fingers had by now curled over the thick fat roll of flesh. He felt the rich cunt-ooze drool over the flesh, then he felt still another bubbling flow of love-scum come out of her cunt canal and cover his fingers.
"Oh, wow, baby," he moaned. "You're really shooting for me, aren't you?"
"And you're worth ever drop," Sally gasped.
"You bet your ass that I am," Sal said.
"Now I can't wait to do the same thing for you. I want to suck your cock, or massage your cock until you shoot out a gallon of gism."
"You'll get your chance," Sal said. "Don't worry about that."
Suddenly, Sally shivered with a spasm of lust.
"Oh, you're going to make me come, right here in the high school cafeteria."
"Wouldn't that be something?" he asked.
"Yeah," Sally said sarcastically. "It would be too much, just too much and enough to get us both kicked out of the school. And that would be no fun, just after I've gotten accepted into the Kocks and Kunts."
"Let me touch it just a little more," he said.
"No, cut it out, Sal. You want to get us all in trouble," Sally hissed.
"Oh, please," Sal moaned. "The feel of that hot juice cunny in my hands is just too much to give up."
"Cut it out," Sally hissed. She began to squirm under the table, but it didn't work. The more she squirmed, the more Sal tightened his grip on her sex sausage.
He had one of her cunt lips tightly pinched between his four fingers and his thumb. As she tried to get away from his, he simply tightened his grip on her cunt flesh by pressing his-thumb and his four fingers closer together. The pussy meat that was brutally pinched in between the two now was feeling the full sting of his fingernails as they tightened over the meat.
"Ouch, Sal," she whined, "you're hurting me, you mother-fucker."
His only response was a tightening grip on her cunt meat.
"Listen, doll," Sal said. "If I were you, I would treat me good, better than you're treating me now. Remember I can still make you or break you as far as the Kocks and Kunts go."
Sally was plenty pissed off at the balls of this guy. What he was doing amounted to rape and blackmail. She didn't know what to do. But her female wiles came to the rescue.
"Why Sal," she said in mock surprise. "I'm surprised at you. A man like you, a real man, doesn't have to use force to get a chick to play ball with him."
"Then why were you giving me such a fucking hard time when I was trying to finger-fuck you?" Sal demanded.
"I wasn't giving you a hard time, Sally said placatingly. "I was just scared that one of the teachers would notice and we'd get into a lot of trouble."
"Look doll, I know this school inside out, and I know all the creeps who play teacher, too. And when I tell you that you have nothing to worry about, you can take my word for it, see?"
"Yeah, Sal, I guess you're right. I'm sorry."
"You ought to be sorry."
"I am, baby, you can finger-fuck me all you want, as long as you say it's okay."
Suddenly, without warning, his stiff finger slid over the fat outer folds of her cunt. Its scratching surface rubbed painfully over the sensitive surface of her sex flesh. Sally shivered with pleasure. She felt good and it felt good. Still, she was a little nervous about the way all this was happening so openly, right in the cafeteria.
But when Sal's stiff, come-coated finger began to slip over the sensitive inner ruffled flesh of her inside cunt lips, she forgot her fears. The thrills of pleasure that shot through her body practically immobilized her in a spasm of pleasure.
Finally, his fingers pierced through the ruffles of her cunt flesh and pressed through the tight hole. The twat was closed, sucking, greedily. As Sal's fingers pierced through it, he could feel that even his fingers were making the twat stretch a great deal.
"Oh, wow," he moaned. "You've really got a tight hole, baby."
"Just wait till you ram your rod into it. Then you'll really know what I can do."
"I can't wait," Sal gasped. "In fact, let's get out of here and go to Tom's place right now. It's about time for the club meeting to start anyway. I mean, the orgy."
"Oh, good," Sally gasped. At last she was going to go to a meeting of the Kocks and Kunts. Suddenly she was filled with confidence. She knew she would be accepted. After the way she had gotten Sal excited, she knew it was in the bag.
Together they got into Sal's car and the two-block drive to Tom's house passed in a dream.
The next thing she knew they were standing in the middle of a plushly furnished room. A dozen naked couples were copulating on the floor in every position: the sixty-nine, the missionary, everything. She recognized Tom. She caught his eyes, and then, she knew she was in.