Incest/Taboo There's a New Teacher in Town

And this is where you came in: Julie, Kevin, and I headed for an evening of modern dance and an overnight stay in Denver. I had always loved cultural events, my husband not so much. My daughter's emerging interest in the theater, ballet, modern dance, and musicals provided the three of us a couple of good excuses a month to dress up and hit the city.

Now Kevin was a brilliant guy, but he was still a guy. He loved showing off his two hot woman. On this particular day we stopped at City Park in Denver and spent an hour throwing a frisbee before taking refugee under a tree by a pond for a picnic lunch; we kissed and nuzzled on him while we ate. Then to a suite at the Loews Denver Hotel. There are two great things about luxury hotels: big showers and an endless supply of hot water. Kevin fucking me from behind combined with the shower spraying directly on my cunt and clit brought me off quickly. Julie lasted a little longer, holding off until Kevin dumped his load in her.

Julie and I then got to do another of our favorite things, dress up for our man. The suite featured two vanities. We dried and fixed our hair, applied make-up, and helped dress each other, slipping on the other's stockings, garters, panties and in Julie's case, bra. I was going braless.

Then to our outfits. Julie wore a simple backless black dress. It dropped to her ankles and featured a slit that reached two-thirds the way up her thigh. The neckline was a wide scoop; a push-up bra showed her cleavage to devastating effect. Her shoes were wedge sandals with two inch platforms and five inch heels. Her nails were mid-length and painted white.

My dress was even more daring. Except for two horizontal straps of fabric it was backless. Two long swaths of the silk dress flowed over my shoulder, coming together at my waist and exposing the inner third of my breasts and my cleavage from belly button up. I wore Schutz peep toe booties with scalloped, laced-to-the-ankle sides and a narrow 4 1/4 inch heel. My daughter, for the moment, was slightly taller than I.

Kevin spent the time half-playing on his computer and half watching. He loved it when his sexy ladies dolled themselves up, something about beautiful women brushing on rouge, applying lipstick, dabbing themselves with perfume, pulling on sexy lingerie, and crawling into revealing dresses got his juices rolling.

We had dinner at Fruition, our favorite restaurant in the city, attended the performance, and hit the clubs to dance. Julie and I had planned a surprise, so we broke early, getting back to the hotel shortly after midnight. Happily, we had the elevator to ourselves, where Julie and I launched an all-out, if much too brief, assault on our man.

Once back in the suite we shuffled Kevin off to the living room. Julie and I prepared in the bedroom. We would have preferred to shower, but Kevin never seemed to mind when we were hot and sweaty and since the show was for him, we let it ride. We stripped, washed our faces, and dabbed each other with perfume. While our make-up for the evening had been classy, we now went for wanton: two women with sex on the brain. I looked at my daughter; she was hot, radiating sexual need and hunger. We donned black lingerie: garters, stockings, bra. I wore a thong. Julie's panties covered her ass, albeit with lace so sheer it was transparent. Julie slipped on black six inch stiletto pumps; mine were open in the front and featured four straps.

Ready, we entered the living room, pretending to be unaware of Kevin. Julie said, "God, I missed you today," pushed my hair to the side, providing Kevin an unobstructed view, and kissed me. It was a lovers kiss; we worked our mouths and lips against each other. Her hand was half on my leg, half on my butt. My open hand rested on her chest above her breasts. Her pale white flesh contrasted nicely with my long dark red nails.

We continued kissing, but now wilder, letting our hair fall loosely against our faces, intermingling in places. I slid my hand down her chest to her breast. Her hand moved, slowly and sensuously, up my back. We turned to face each other, both sets of hands on the other's ass, pulling out twats together, mashing our tits into each other; our tongues playing hungrily in each other's mouth.

Julie finally broke the kiss. We shook our heads, throwing our hair back behind our heads, and stared into each other's eyes, breathing heavily. Our mouths again rushed towards each other, desperate to renew the contact. I planted a hand on Julie's breast.

When we broke the kiss Julie looked to her right.

"Who's this?" she asked.

"He's Kevin, one of my students."

"Hi Kevin." She turned back to me, "He's kinda cute." Leaning into me, she said, "I hope you like to watch, Kevin."

Kevin figured out the rules. He was to be seen, not heard.

She sat me down on an armless plush white coach and lowered herself to the floor, resting her butt on her ankles. The pose emphasized the narrowness of her stiletto heels. She ran a hand from my knee up my leg. Her index finger slid under a strap of my garter. I leaned forward, my breasts inches from her face. She delivered slow patient kisses to their exposed upper halves, making sure Kevin saw each sensual movement of her lips. I moaned in delight.

She kissed up my chest and to my shoulder, buried her face in the crook of my neck, and licked and nibbled up my neck. Her movements were graceful, almost feline. We exchanged some sweet pecks on the lips and stood. She pulled aside my hair and licked my ear, her tongue crawling over, around, and into each of its crevices and turns. With an extended index finger I scratched her nipple. She pulled her bra aside, exposing the areola. I tapped and stroked it.

I glanced over her shoulder at Kevin's reflection in a mirror. He was wearing only a shirt and socks. His cock was at full mast. While he wasn't frigging it, he occasionally touched it. It would jump. Pre-cum leaked out.

When Julie finished with my ear my hair fell back in place. She wrapped her arms around my waist. I laid my upper arm on her shoulder, hand pointed skyward. We kissed, but this time more playfully. Her tongue ran across my closed lips, I captured her lower lip with my teeth and stretched it out. She sucked one of my fingers into her mouth and, as I rocked it in and out, gave it a thorough bath. I pulled aside her bra and brought my mouth to a nipple, lapped it. licked it, closed my lips on it, caught it with my teeth, pulled on it, and let go; it plopped back into place.

Julie, tucking her boob back into her bra, sat on the couch. She leaned back, one foot on the floor, the other on the couch, her legs splayed. I stood behind her. Julie lay a hand on the inside of my thigh. I pressed a hand against the wall and placed the other on Julie's hand.

She faced Kevin. The look on her face said one thing: I am about sex. She looked at his erect penis, taking her time, evaluating it. Finally she said, "Nice cock Kevin."

She turned to me.

"What's the word? Does he know how to use it?"

"The word among the girls is he's good."

"Really? He looks too sweet to be a good fuck."

She swung towards me, dropped her leg to the floor, and said, "I want to check out that magnificent ass of yours. I've been thinking about it all night Lean against the wall." I did, spreading my fingers, enjoying the look of my nails on the beige wallpaper. I raised my rump. There was a mirror in the corner. Kevin would see everything.

Julie pulled aside my thong and, taking an ass cheek in each hand, spread them. She buried her face in my firm butt, immersed in the pungent aroma of a woman in heat. She started with short sweet kisses; they became nips and bites. Each elicited a sharp squeak and jump. She covered the same territory in hard flat licks with her tongue.

Her hand crept between my legs and covered my sex, flexing every so subtly, squeezing and massaging my vagina. My panties were soaked. She dragged her other hand down the insides of my thighs, thrilling the sensitive skin.

"Baby that is so good."

Julie looked over her shoulder at Kevin. "I hope you're taking notes."

She returned her attention to me. "Be a dear and get that thong out of they way."

Leaning on a forearm, I pulled aside the thong. Julie spread my cheeks and stuck her tongue into the top of my crevice. In a series of quick gentle slurps she moved down, stopping shy of my asshole. Goose bumps covered my behind; there was a steaming storm in my cunt. Julie again licked down the sweet valley, but this time more deliberately, with greater pressure. My asshole puckered and swelled; it needed attention. However, when she arrived she wiggled her tongue past it to lick the delicate flesh between my anus and vagina.

"Ohmigod, its so good honey."

She turned her focus to my anus, licked it hard, leaving the brown bud saturated with her spit. She moved her head aside, giving Kevin a view of my quivering rectum. Her hand went under my panties; she inserted her index finger, ever so slowly, into me, fucking me with it.

I was already squealing when she coiled her tongue, tickeld my asshole, and then drove it past my sphincter. Her index finger slid from my pussy to my clit; her thumb replaced the finger inside me. I was breathing heavily, my breasts heaving. I dropped my head forward and leaned my shoulder against the wall. My hair fell around my head. My arms free, I spread my butt cheeks, easing Julie's access.

"Ohhhh , baby, ohhhh...my god...uhhhhhhhhhhhh."

I caught Kevin's face in the mirror. He was transfixed. I rocked my ass against my daughter's face.

It was wonderful, but there was no way even my Julie could tongue fuck an asshole forever. She pulled her thumb from my pussy, held it up to the light, inspected it, making sure it was ready, and scratched the opening of my asshole with her nail, before slowly, calmly, pushing her thumb inside me. She started fucking my asshole.

My legs were wobbly. I put both hands on the wall to steady myself. It was only a combination of luck and the experience I'd gained over the last months wearing stiletto heels that kept me upright.

Then my daughter slapped my ass.

"Ohhhhhhh myyyyyyy fuckinggggggg goddddddddd!" I screamed and then did what any sensible girl would do in the circumstance. I plunged both hands in my panties and frantically played with my sex, capturing my clit between my index fingers while pulling the skin taut above it. I looked at the mirror; Kevin could see my flushed face and hear my heavy breath. He knew how close I was.

She did it again; she smartly smacked my behind, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough. Julie and I had recently been playing bondage games, but had yet to include Kevin. Well, maybe next trip.

I kept working my clit. I could no longer distinguish my pussy from my asshole, both merged into the same joy. My universe revolved around this swirling vortex of pleasure. Kevin was staring at us. And then my daughter's hand again smacked my butt again. The lights went off in my head; my orgasm filled me completely.

Ohhhhh Myyyyy Goddddd...I'm cumming...yesssss...ahhhhhhhh..."

There were arms around my waist and hands on my breast. My daughter had taken hold of me. I babbled, "Ahhhh...Ohhhhh...Oh fuck...yesssss...ahhhhhhh..." Julie lowered me to the couch, where I slumped into her arms. A thin sheet of sweat covered my body. I covered her face with kisses, fighting to catch my breath.

"Oh baby, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you." I kissed her over and over. I wanted to kiss her long and passionately, to reward her for the tingling pleasure that coursed through my body, but it was hopeless. I had to keep breaking the kisses to catch my breath.

Julie spoke to Kevin's image in a mirror.

"Well, Kevin, you on board? You should be happy, we've decided, we're going to let you play, find out how good you are. But for heaven's sakes, take off your socks and shirt. Then go to the bedroom, lay on your back, and wait. We'll be there soon. See if you can keep that thing hard."

He did as ordered. After the show Julie and I had just put on he'd have no trouble keeping that thing hard.

Julie helped me to my feet. Bubbling with enthusiasm, she hugged and kissed me. She was, for the moment, my little girl, not my lover.

"Oh Mama, that was so much fun! Did you see the look on Kevin's face? We finally shut that smart ass up."

I hugged her back. I'd never renounce her as a lover, I thought, but it was good to seeve my baby girl again.

"Yeah, it may be the last time he'll have nothing to say." And then, after another hug, "Let's get you ready."

She turned around. I unhooked her bra, slid the panties down her legs, and pulled the butt plug from her. It made a little pop and some lubricant, mixed with her natural fluids, dripped down the crevice of her ass. Ready, dressed in heels, garters, and stockings, she entered the bedroom to a naked Kevin, who was laying on the bed, erection tall. I stood in the doorway, arms folded across my chest, leaning on the wall. Juice dripped into my already soaked panties. I checked the mirrors; it was the perfect spot.

Julie said "Hi Kevin," got on the foot of the bed and walked on her knees until she straddled him. There would be no foreplay; these two were ready, very ready.

Julie looked at my reflection in a mirror.

"I could use a hand."

I started forward, my gait slow and sensual, sat on the edge of the bed, and grabbed Kevin's cock, positioning it at the entrance of her pussy. She lowered herself. The head of his penis slid into her, spreading her pink wet pussy lips.

She said, "Thank you," and then, "Oh," pause, "fuck," pause, "yeah."

She held herself in that position, closed her eyes, rolled her head back, opened her mouth, ran her tongue along her lower lip, and collapsed on his stiff member, impaling herself in one swift motion. Sitting on his pubic bone, she twisted her ankles so they were on top of his knees and leaned back until her hands were by his ankles. She lifted her hips; Kevin's cock slid from her pussy.

Kevin finally spoke. "Oh fuck."

She kept moving back until only the head of Kevin's member, soaked with pussy juice, was in her hole. Kevin's gaze locked on the place where he and Julie were conjoined. With a deep sigh she lowered herself, slowly, until she was again sitting on Kevin, their pubic hairs interlocked. I could see his fat cum-stuffed balls. She began lifting herself up and dropping down, fucking herself on her boyfriend's fat cock. When he discerned the rhythm, he joined in. I watched, fascinated, intensely aroused by these young lovers. I dragged my nails over my stomach, new surges of desire building within me.

Kevin and Julie moved together; the hours they had spent fucking evident in their knowledge of each other's bodies. Her pussy was soaked, she had no problem absorbing his thick meat. I imagined the effect of my daughter's sweet cunt on his sensitive tool. The room was filled by the sound of the bed and the sweet groans of the lovers consumed by their desire.

It was time. I returned to the living room, removed my panties, and retrieved a long white box from my overnight bag. As I discussed a few chapters back, Kevin liked anal sex. He taught me I did also. Julie's fear of it eroded whenever she watched my screaming orgasms when Kevin took my rump. I had bought her the butt plug; she had worn it on several occasions. We were ready for Phase II. I strapped on a dildo. It was the length of Kevin's tool, but about half its width.

I re-entered the room to Julie and Kevin fucking, lost to the outside world, living in their own carnal universe. I sat on the bed. The movement seemed to startle them. They looked my way. I kissed my daughter, our tongues did a short dance, and said, "Baby, it's time."

She leaned forward so her hands were by Kevin's shoulders.

"Kevin, honey, spread your legs."

When he did she moved her knees, offering her butt to me. Kevin, whose gaze had focused on our kiss and Julie's face, had not noticed the plastic cock dangling between my legs.

When I walked to the foot of the bed that changed.

"Mrs. H., whatthefuck!!"

"Kevin, you're a smart boy. Haven't you figured it out? It's a night for new things."

Julie had resumed sliding her body up and down Kevin's stiff cock. I fetched a tube of lubricant from my cleavage, smeared some on my index finger, and worked it over Julie's anal bud. I pushed some of the soft cream against her spinchter. There was some resistance, but it gave way; the butt plug had prepared her. I slid my finger in and out of her as she fucked herself on Kevin's cock. Her momentary discomfort was replaced by groans of obscene pleasure. I coated the dildo.

Julie planted her elbows by Kevin's head, arched her back, and stuck out her ass. Her tits dragged across Kevin's chest.

I lodged the dildo's head against the ring of my daughter's anus. She tensed.

"Don't worry baby, Mama will go nice and slow."

My daughter's focus was on Kevin's cock. I rubbed the head of the dildo against her asshole, determining the best angle to enter her. When I found it I applied more pressure; her asshole dilated. The dildo's slender head slipped into her ass.

She groaned, "Ahhhh...oh Jesus...Uhhmmm!!," slid down the length of Kevin's cock, and stopped, resting her forehead on Kevin's chest. I did not move; the head of the dildo still inside her.

"My ass, it's on fire. Give me a second. Oh god...oh god don't move...let me..."

She was taking short hard breaths, her body cantering with each one. The concentration on her face was evident as she focused on the novel intrusion. As her breathing returned to normal she lifted her head. Then, unexpectedly, the dildo moved. Julie moaned. Kevin had twitched his cock inside her. It was a tiny movement, but my daughter loved it. He did it several more times and then she started fucking herself on him. The movement was short and subtle, no more than an inch at a time. Her eyes remained closed, her mind dwelling on the feelings in her groin.

After a minute or two, she nodded. I pushed another inch of the plastic cock into her; Julie moaned in pain and pleasure. I slid a couple more inches in and then, to my surprise, she pushed back. The dildo was buried in her asshole; her tight rump pressed against my cunt.

Julie moaned. "Ohhhhh shit...Ohhhh shit..."

I looked at Kevin; his eyes were on the mirror; he had watched me enter my daughter's rump.

"Like what you see, stud."

"Oh, yeah."

I remained motionless, letting her adjust. She did not need long. Soon she began rocking back and forth, controlling the movements, fucking herself on my plastic cock and her boyfriend's real one.

"Oh Mom, I had no idea. Its like there are a thousand little nerve endings back there. Your cock, its waking them up. Oh jeez, its incredible."

Kevin looked at me and nodded. Silently we worked together, making sure to take my daughter in one synchronous motion.

"Ohhhhhh...uuuhhhhmmm...yessssssss..."

We continued, gradually increasing the pace, double fucking my sweet child.

"Uuhhhmmm...oh my god...ahhhhh...I like it...oh my...this feels good..."

Soon I was fucking her in full long strokes, watching my cock disappear inside my Julie's tight asshole. When I withdrew the light pink skin of her inner asshole opened up, contrasting with the brown skin outside. Julie turned her head. She looked at the mirror, watched her mother fuck her asshole, take her from behind while she reamed herself on her boyfriend's fat dick. The look on her face, shameless and depraved, was thrilling. It was all amazing and sexy and hot. I loved fucking Julie. I also knew I needed to be fucked soon, real soon.

Julie was gasping with pleasure. So was Kevin, whose dick was enjoying my daughter's tight pussy and my plastic dick, separated by only the thin layer of skin from Julie's pussy, rubbing the sensitive underside of his tool. I knew the look on their faces, they were headed for powerful orgasms.

Julie was joyous. "Ahhhh..., Ahhhh..., Ohhhh... Ahhhh... Oh my god...Ahhhhhh, fuck fuck fuck, I can feel it. ..."

Kevin joined in. "Me too baby, fuck shit, god you two, so good, I...I'm going to cum...jeez, I'm going to cum...".

I was the ringleader of a carnal circus. I watched the pressure build up in them. When I knew she was ready I twisted the dildo in her. Julie gasped, Kevin groaned, and the two of them exploded. Julie sank onto Kevin's chest, jabbering nonsense. Kevin wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. They were tender and affectionate, murmuring each other praises.

"Mom, my god I never thought it would feel so good. Kevin, I can't wait to try you back there."

He looked happy.

I got off the bed, undid the belt holding the dildo in place, and tossed it onto an overstuffed teal chair in the corner.

"I hate to break up the mutual admiration society, but I need to be fucked."

Kevin was back to his smart-ass self, "You heard the lady," but even his indefatigable tool had shrunk.

Julie was up to the task. She rolled off her boyfriend and, with a wicked smile, licked his balls. She pushed his testicles between his legs, tilted the shaft forward, and slapped its base with her tongue. She licked up its length, used the tip of her tongue to tease his piss hole, and took the head in her mouth, working it with her cheeks and tongue, forcing a cackle of pleasure from him. Soon he was at full mast. She pointed it in my direction.

"C'mon, Mama."

I crawled forward and licked up a drop of pre-cum. The thick goo was delicious; I took him into my mouth. Although it was a regular part of our love-making, the thought of my daughter watching me suck cock still thrilled me. I moaned uncontrollably. I pressed my head down, letting the fat cock slide to the entrance of my throat, came back up for air and, my touch light, ran my hand down his instrument. My eyes locked on Julie. This creation of my loins was such a beautiful young woman. Why had I deprived myself of the delights of her body? I brought my lips to hers. Julie reached around me, taking hold of Kevin's tool, smearing pre-cum into its head.

"Ughmmm..."

Julie ended our kiss and whispered in my ear, "Time to get fucked, Mama."

Still wearing my bra, garters, stockings, and shoes, sans panties, I rose on my knees and moved over Kevin's prone body.

"Okay stud, let's see what you got."

As I had done for her, Julie held her boyfriend's dick in place as I sat on it. I lowered myself slowly, drawing out the sensation, letting Julie and Kevin enjoy the show. When he was all the way in me, I looked at Kevin; his face was awash in pleasure. Then the bed shifted and Kevin's eyes darted towards my groin. Before I could react a tongue slithered across my love button and slid down a bit, to the sensitive lips of my labia. Oh god, I had never imagined such a thing.

When I lifted myself up Julie moved her tongue to Kevin's shaft, teasing it as it emerged from my cunt and continuing until I dropped down the length of his shaft, burying him inside me. When my hole was completely stuffed she returned to my clitoris. This time, instead of licking it, she trapped it between her lips and lashed it with her tongue.

"Ohhhhhh...uuuhhhhmmm...yessssssss...," I mewled.

I was impaled on a cock while my daughter assaulted my clittie. It was exquisite; I was carnality; I was lust; I was born to fuck and be fucked.

Even the unflappable Kevin seemed overwhelmed. "Oh god, I can't believe this is happening. Fuck Julie, you're such a crazy fucking foxy sexy whore."

She could not respond; my hand was locked in her hair, holding her against me. "Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh...keep...keep sucking my clit, oh fuck!"

Finally, afraid I'd lose my balance, I let go of Julie's head and leaned back, placing my hands on Kevin's calves. We kept fucking. When Kevin was buried all the way inside me, my sweet child licked my clit. As his cock emerged from the warm clutch of my vagina she lapped my slit, then my vagina, then his hard shaft. I struggled back up to my knees until only the head of Kevin's magnificent tool remained in my pussy. Julie wrapped her mouth around the side of the shaft, cheeks concave, sucking hard, moving up and down its length.

"Ohh...ohhh...uhhhmmm...ohhh...uhmmm..." Kevin moaned.

I sank down and rose a few more times, but buffeted by waves of frenetic pleasure I soon lost co-ordination. I sat on Kevin's dick, grinding my sex against him. Julie latched her mouth to my clit, smacking it with her tongue. I pulled a tit from my bra and stuffed it into my mouth, working the areola with feverish need.

That final act of demented perversion was all that was needed.

I came, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm cum, cuummm, cuuummmmm, cuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmm... cummmmmmmmmmmming, FUCKING CUMMMMMMINNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!"

I heard my scream as if it came from another mouth. My blessed daughter kept licking, lashing my clit, My universe split wide open. My insides convulsed, my pussy spasmed, clamping down on Kevin's prick in a series of sharp, hard, wholly unpredictable convulsions. I reached for his balls. Julie's hand was there first; we cosseted his sac.

Kevin's testicles tightened up and he moaned, ramming his hips upward with as much fury as I had pushed into him. His body jerked and he came, pouring his seed into me. "Oh fuck yessssss...I'm cumming! Ahhhhhhhhhhh..."

I slithered off Kevin to my daughter's arms. Julie laid me to one side of her boyfriend and slurped up the mixture of his cum and my juice oozing from my pussy. She cleaned his cock. Fucked out for the evening, the three of us cuddled and went to sleep. Check out time was 11:00 A.M., but my good-looking daughter could always talk the manager into a few more hours. There'd be time in the morning for another round.
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Not a day went by when I did not take my daughter, her boyfriend, or (most often ) both, to my bed. At the end of the year Diane gave me a superb performance review and told me her daughter had invited Kevin and Julie, along with several others, to a mountain cabin for the weekend. She asked me to join them.

Two days later I parked my car on a ridge overlooking Lake Dillon. I was surprised by the number of vehicles; there were at least twenty cars. I was even more surprised by the cabin. I had expected something rustic. It was, instead, a sumptuous modern residence.

After paying their respects to Diane, Kevin and Julie headed down the hill to join the other kids by the water. Diane asked me in for a cup of tea on the back porch.

While she fixed the tea I surveyed the area with binoculars, finding Kevin and Julie talking to Ivy and her boyfriend, Julien, our star athlete. He was going to the University of Nebraska to play football. The Johnson twins, Nancy and Lucy, who good-naturedly vied for the title of the school's prettiest and most fashion savvy girl, were talking to Bill Smanchi. He had won the Colorado Mathematical Olympiad and was headed for Cal Tech on a full scholarship. In a boat in the water were Juanita and Curklin, the informal leaders of the school's Hispanic and African-America kids. They were laughing at a story being told by Chien, the state's top-ranked high school chess player.

Diane walked onto the porch and placed a cup of tea before me.

"Quite a diverse group. I didn't know they were all friends."

"Yes, that's actually quite important. I'll get to it. I asked you to arrive early because there is something I wanted to discuss with you before the other faculty members got here."

She had my attention.

"Claire, my assistant principal, has accepted the job as principal at King High School. The move has been anticipated for several years. She has my full support. I'd like you to consider her post. I've had you in mind for it since you were hired."

"I'm a teacher, I have no administrative experience."

"I have every confidence in you. You'd be working directly under me, so you can draw on my experience. It would be significantly more money and responsibility. It would also be a new challenge."

While I loved teaching, I had been doing it for fifteen years. Something new would be interesting.

"Why me?"

She started in an unexpected place.

"I started as a principal at 23. I'd always been a special student, hit college at 16, received my Ph.D. from Vanderbilt at 22. I had offers to stay in academia, but was full of piss and vinegar and wanted real-world experience. When Denver offered me the job at Marshall High School, which was one of the worst schools in the state and dominated by a gang, I jumped at it.

"There was a big deal press conference. The school board promised me unlimited support. Once the year started, however, I couldn't get the superintendent or school board on the phone. I quickly figured out why I was hired. The board had suffered unrelenting criticism about the school. Employing a glib attractive young woman from outside the system with my credentials bought them time. People would give me several years to fail. By then the superintendent would have moved on.

"I did my best with what I had, but after two months I was stumped. The faculty was indifferent and the gang's control of the school unbreakable. They had more boots on the ground than I could muster, but more than that, they were smart, not academically gifted like I was, but street smart, wickedly smart. They had the system down cold.

"I went camping. I wanted to get away and rethink the problem. I realized that the gang wanted control, the school was a safe place where their authority went unchallenged. On the other hand they had no reason to want the school to be terrible, that's where their friends and family went.

"I asked the gang's leader to my office. I told him I wouldn't fight him for control of the school. In fact, I'd concede it to him. He'd have a master key, access to the school's computer, the right to choose new teachers. What I wanted in return was for the gang to make sure kids did their homework, enforce truancy rules, and ensure discipline in the class rooms. I pointed out that if the gang succeeded, the School Board wouldn't care how it happened. His guys could run the place forever."

"What did he do?"

"He said he'd get back to me. I don't think he believed a word I said.

"The next day a gang member came to my office and instructed me to go to an off campus address. I primped myself and went."

"You must have been terrified."

"Yes, I was, I wondered what I'd gotten myself into. But I couldn't think of any option but to continue down the road. I couldn't bail on day two.

"The address was a small apartment. He met me at the door. It was pretty Spartan, no decorations, sturdy but simple furniture, clean. He got right to the point, we had a deal, although he could change his mind at any time. There was one condition: I had to become his lover."

Shock must have registered on my face. She quickly moved to reassure me.

"I should have seen it coming. What better way to call my bluff."

"What did you do?"

"That question can be answered in two ways. I assume you know who Jesse Unruh is? This is his place, by the way"

I nodded yes. His was a rags-to-riches story. He came from impoverished Denver, was a gang leader, went to a community college and then the University of Colorado. He started a employment service focused on helping inner city kids, made a fortune, and entered politics. He was president of the state senate and talked about as a future governor. He was also one of the state's most eligible bachelors. I'd seen pictures. He was gorgeous.

My voice was alive with excitement. "He was the guy?"

"Yes. I'd been in serious lust for him from the moment I saw him. I had spent my life in school. I was inexperienced; he seemed to know it all. So I hemmed and hawed - I wanted him to think it was a concession - but I agreed. I couldn't have fooled him, my panties were soaking wet when he removed them.

"Jesse was a wonderful lover. If I'm any good at it today, I owe it to him. He established his bona fides by passing me around to a few other gang members, male and female, but pretty soon we were exclusive. By the time I turned up pregnant in the spring there was no doubt it was his.

"Normally that would have destroyed my career, but because things at the school were improving I was given a pass. My pregnancy was written off as my identifying with the school's unwed mothers.

"By the end of the year we were approaching 100% attendance; kids came to class prepared and ready to go. We made hard demands on the teachers, most of whom had lost interest in their jobs years ago. At the end of the year we ran a bunch of them off. The school's turn around generated a flood of applications from young idealistic teachers who, it turns out, dream about rescuing bad boys. After I vetted the applicants for quality and openness to our unusual student-teacher relations, the gang picked the finalist. The big hire was a husband and wife with a shared predilection for young lovers. They wanted a large family but he was infertile.

"I convinced Jesse to try college and the gang's new leader became my lover. He felt that since I'd borne Jesse's child, I should have his. After four years I had four girls and we'd replaced the entire faculty. Every important gang member, male or female, had a lover on staff. We were getting extraordinary results: test scores and graduation rates were up, violent incidents at the school fell to zero, pregnancies, other than the staff, were down.

"I might have stayed forever, except I was a single mom with four children. I loved my daughters, but I was at the end of my rope. If I stayed I was going to have a child a year. I had already decided that the woman I mentioned earlier would make an excellent principal and she and her husband wanted a lot of children. I offered her the job. I took this position.

"Theoretically Eisenhower was a better school than Marshall, but considering the community's wealth and quality of its the students, it was woefully underperforming. There was no school spirit, no pride of place. The students were divided into mutually hostile factions. In some ways it posed a bigger challenge than Marshall. There, once you allied yourself with the gang, you ran the place. Here there were two dozen plus power brokers spread among the student body.

"I identified the most important groups and started inducing their leaders into my bed. It was my third conquest, a soccer player, who suggested the answer: create an informal club of the student body's leaders where sexual favors would be freely available. How could that not appeal to horny high school kids? We've had a few faithful couples over the years, but for the most part the club members have freely indulged. It became easier as I got reinforcements."

"Reinforcements?"

"Hilary, you're not the staff member sleeping with her, or his, students." She smiled, "Heck, you're not even the only one sleeping with her daughter."

I'd wondered if she knew. She knew.

"Two of my daughters have graduated from this school. Ivy will join them soon. My youngest will be a senior next year. I've been offered the superintendent's position more times than I can recall. I'd like to take it after Selena graduates. I want you to take over Eisenhower."

She walked around the table, stood behind me, and ran her hands from my shoulders down my shirt. She found two warm breasts, flush with blood. My nipples jumped to attention.

"It'd be a new challenge, more responsibility, more money and, best of all, all the sex you can handle." She kissed my neck, my ear, and I turned to her. Our open mouths met.

The next group of students who arrived found their history teacher's mouth buried in their principal's cunt. When the kids on the beach noticed no one came out of the house, they streamed up the hill. The orgy went on all weekend.
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I write this seven years later. My husband ran off with a co-worker the week after I started as Eisenhower's principal. Julie says he's happy; I'm glad for him.

At the end of this school year I will be taking a job as Chief Administrative Officer to Colorado's new Commissioner of Education, Diane Lang. Julie will take my place at Eisenhower. There were a few accusations of nepotism when Governor Unruh appointed Diane, his new bride, to the job, but they had no legs. Not only did she have an extraordinary record, but the public was infatuated with the governor marrying the woman he credited with turning his life around so many years ago.

I would like to say Julie and Kevin made it, but they didn't. He went to Dartmouth; she the University of Colorado at Denver. Their insatiable libidos made a long distance relationship impossible. Julie did impose a single requirement on all future boyfriends: her Mom had open season on them both. She's had no trouble finding applicants. Her husband is a wonderful lover.​