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Every story I write contains sexual situations between adult
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should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do
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stories I write contains explicit pornographic material; it is
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I write stories for my own enjoyment.  I write stories in which
adult women are degraded, humiliated, and fucked by young girls,
although I have changed things up a bit recently with a couple
stories that aren't exclusively lesbian in nature. Bottom line is
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as he puts it into the story line.  If there are any mistakes in
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Story codes that I write about are: Lesbian, scat, pee, piss,
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racial, bigotry, discrimination, anal sex, oral sex, vagina sex,
young love, also asphyxiation, hanging, (NO Snuff, well, only one
story), erotic hanging, punishments like spankings, whippings and
canings, young girl domination with strap-on sex, rape.


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Chapter 2 - Monday First Class

It had been a long day already. Leslie taught her four sex
education classes in the morning and four sex education classes
in the afternoon. She was deeply troubled: she didn't understand
why abstinence wasn't taught exclusively in her sex education
classes as she had certainly tried to convince Mrs Wright to let
her teach it when she was first hired; she hoped to God this
special course wouldn't make things worse.

Leslie had her head bowed, praying at the back of the room, when
Miss Wolfe walked in, carrying two heavy bags on either shoulder.

"Hello, Mrs Gaye," smiled Miss Wolfe as she gently slung her two
bags to the floor.

"Miss Wolfe," Leslie replied as she stood up and clasped her
hands in front of her. "May I help?"

"No, I'm fine," replied Miss Wolfe as she bent over, unzipped one
of the bags and pulled out what Leslie quickly realised was
camera equipment.

"Cameras?"

"Yes, we're going to document the next four days of classes. If
this class is successful then we will use this as the model for
all others."

"But don't we need parental permission to film their kids?"
Leslie asked a little concerned.

"Yes, we would under normal circumstances but for this class we
intend to black-out the faces of the girls leaving only your face
visible."

"My face?" Leslie replied stepping forward.

"Well of course, Mrs Gaye. You will be assisting with the class
and I will be behind the camera, so it only makes sense to have
your face in the film," Miss Wolfe replied as she turned her
attention to the cameras. Leslie gulped as she watched Miss Wolfe
set-up two tripods and mounted a camera on each. "Mrs Gaye, at
the start of the class I want you stand in the back of the
classroom and not saying anything until I call on you." Leslie
nodded her head obediently as she stepped to the back of the
room. She watched as Miss Wolfe placed a small hand-held camera
on the desk as seven eighth grade girls filed into the class, all
thirteen year-old's.

"Good afternoon girls. My name is Miss Wolfe, we met briefly last
week. I'm glad to see that you all made it to this class. This is
a special extension of the sex education classes which you
started last week with Mrs Gaye. This is the first class of its
kind within the school district. Before we start I need you to
put your smart phones over here on the desk. I need your
undivided attention plus we don't want any extra filming of
today's activities."

The girls complained a little bit as they pulled their phones
from their pockets and small wallets and reluctantly placed them
on the desk and took their seats again.

"Thank you girls," smiled Miss Wolfe as she waited for the girls
to settle themselves. "Now, only you seven were invited, because
I think you all share a secret."

Everyone looked suspiciously around the room. The expressions on
a couple of the girls faces suggested that they knew immediately
what the secret was but most clearly didn't have a clue. Diana, a
raven-haired beauty, only just starting to sprout a bosom,
started crying. Miss Wolfe smiled at her, and waited. Diana
raised her eyes and saw the glow emanating from Miss Wolfe's
face, and stopped crying as fast as she had begun.

Leslie had a look of confusion on her face as she looked around
at the girls, wondering what secret Miss Wolfe was referring too.


"I share that same secret too. From the confusion on some of your
faces, you don't all know what the secret is! Remember last
Wednesday when Mrs Gaye put pictures of young females of
different ages and the body changes that were shown as they went
into puberty? All of you, just like me, spent much more time
looking at those pictures than anybody else in the class."

There was a gasp all across the room, as the girls looked at each
other as if for the very first time. There was Alexandra, the
class bombshell, 5'2, blond haired, blue eyed, already wearing a
C cup on her perfect frame, the girl voted most likely to be
already fucking the boys; Sharon, the class genius, a redhead
with thick-rimmed black framed glasses that hid a strikingly
beautiful face, 5'1, with body that was starting to push out in
all the right places; Sue, 4'9, showing little outward sign yet
of the hormones which were driving her crazy on the inside, apart
from her always erect nipples and very sensitive little swells
for breasts; Roberta, the tallest girl in the class at 5' 7, who
had already been wearing a bra for three years, but would never
be more than an A cup, very reserved and not the party animal you
might expect from such an attractive blond model type; Samantha,
the dancer - sexy and lithe, blond and pretty, 5'2 with a very
sexy B cup and hips that swayed with every step; and Renee, 5'1,
another beautiful blond, this one with delicate features, not
much in the hip department yet, and sporting gravity-defying
cone-shaped breasts.

The girls looked around in disbelief. Then they looked back at
Miss Wolfe, a strikingly gorgeous woman in her early 20s, 5'11
with a 36D breasts that grabbed your eye and made you immediately
self-conscious about where you were focusing. Each was thinking
something like "How could these beautiful girls be perverts like
me?"

Miss Wolfe quickly took control, hitting hard while the girls
were wrong-footed. "There are words for people like you, aren't
there. Diana, what is the word that you thought of, that made you
cry?"

Diana whimpered as she said, "Lezzy". More gasps from the group
as a whole! Leslie put her hand on her mouth. Diana a lezzy?

Miss Wolfe wrote Lezzy on the blackboard in large flowing
letters. What's the proper word, Diana?

"Lesbian."

"That's right," Miss Wolfe wrote Lesbian, with a heart over the
"i". "Another? Alexandra?"

"Dyke?"

"That's a good one, Alex."

'Dyke' went on the board.

Sharon tentatively put up her hand.

"Yes Sharon?"

"Sappho?"

"A beautiful word, Sharon! Any others?" Miss Wolfe asked as she
wrote Sapph, Sappho and Sapphic on the board.

"Gay?" came from Renee and was added to the blackboard.

"Okay, let's concentrate on the words on the blackboard.
Everyone, please answer 'YES' when I ask you a question, even if
you are not sure that you should. Sue, are you a DYKE?"

"I... I don't know!"

"SUE?!" Miss Wolfe raised her eyebrows challengingly.

"Y...yes I'm a... dyke?"

Everyone except Sue laughed and then she laughed too, but Leslie
didn't laugh: she was aghast at the words Miss Wolfe had the
girls saying, and horrified that she should even be talking about
something so wicked.

"Roberta, are you the tallest lesbian in the class?"

"I'm n... YES I guess so."

"Sharon. You think you are pretty smart for a Lezzo don't you!"
Sharon, blushing profusely, whispered a "Yes" that everyone
heard.

And so the desensitization went on for a few minutes, until all
the girls had been outed so many times that it felt perfectly
natural and they all began to relax.

"Now it's crunch-time! There are seven of you in this room. If
you are uncomfortable in this special class there is the door
over here. If you leave, you leave now and never return. If you
stay, you stay until the end of the course on Thursday. Well,
time to go!"

Miss Wolfe opened the door and waited. Each girl looked around
expecting everyone else to leave. Each one secretly believed she
was the only real lesbian there, and hoped there might be maybe
one other she could befriend. No one made a move. The seven were
there for the whole course. Miss Wolfe closed the door, smiling
broadly.

"Mrs Gaye, could you come here to the front of the room? Girls,
as you see the camera equipment there and there, I will be
filming each class for school administration evaluation at the
end of the week so try not to pay attention to the camera's
around the room."

 Leslie reached the front and stood next to Miss Wolfe, feeling
extremely self-conscious. Looking around the room, she had been
astonished to see some of her best students and some of the
prettiest girls in the class. Why did the good Lord make these
seven girls lesbians? It was an abomination in the eyes of God.
She didn't know the answer but these young lives needed to be
saved somehow.

"If you are going to have sex with a boy, the first thing you
need to learn, girls, is how to kiss..." Gasps from the group,
including Leslie! The last thing anyone expected of this class
was that there would be actual kissing. "Every kiss is different.
We are going to cover different types of kisses today. I will
demonstrate the kisses with Mrs Gaye and then you will practice
each kiss. Mrs Gaye and I will pretend to be boyfriend and
girlfriend. I will play the part of the boy and Mrs Gaye my
girlfriend..."

Leslie was near panic, how could two women ever think about
kissing? The bible and the Holy Word spoke of damnation about
homophobic relations. Her heart beating madly and with nowhere to
turn Leslie took a step back, as Miss Wolfe took Leslie's head
gently in her hands and gave her a tiny peck on her lips, pulled
back and waited.

Leslie was enormously relieved that it was just a little pretend
kiss and the girls were obviously disappointed. A couple laughed
uneasily. However, Leslie's relief and the pupils' disappointment
were premature!

 "This next kiss is known as the Aggressive Kiss. For this kiss,
girls, remember Mrs Gaye is the girlfriend so I will quickly walk
towards her and put one hand behind her head and the other on her
lower back on her waist and pull her towards me. Quick movements
are necessary for this passionate kiss..."

 Miss Wolfe kissed again, this time gently biting Leslie's lower
lip and dragging her tongue over the shocked teacher's lips and
teeth. Leslie gasped and sucked in a mouth full of air. Miss
Wolfe took the opportunity to dart her tongue into Leslie's
mouth. As panic set in, Miss Wolfe pulled Leslie's head toward
her, mashing their lips and tongues together. Leslie struggled to
push herself away as the two kissed but Miss Wolfe had her left
hand on her lower back, holding her in place, and  she was much
stronger than Leslie.

Leslie's mind was screaming, "This is so wrong, I'm married, I'm
a Christian, I'm not a lesbian, oh God help me!" What was worse,
she became aware that her body was responding in ways which
should only ever happen between husband and wife and she was
suddenly confused.

The class was mesmerized, hardly able to comprehend what was
happening before them. None of them had ever seen women kissing
except on internet porn sites, but there, right in front of them,
their two teachers were kissing, with tongues, and one of them
was their teacher. She was married and a Christian, it was so
hot!

Nine pairs of panties were getting wet, including seven pairs on
girls who were 13 year-old's, and the unmistakable musk of
womanly arousal was starting to fill the air. Miss Wolfe broke
the kiss, much to the relief of her unwilling 'partner', but far
too quickly for the newly inflamed voyeuristic interest of the
class. All Leslie could think was, "thank God that's over", but
her inflamed crotch and hard nipples told a very different story
and that bothered her.

As if nothing sexual had just happened between them, Miss Wolfe
said to no one in particular, "Thank you Mrs Gaye, for your help
in that demonstration. Girls that is known as the Aggressive
Kiss." She looked at Leslie and her expression suddenly became
stern. "But Mrs Gaye, if you persist in struggling against this
demonstration then you will force me to restrain your arms behind
your back."

There were gasps from the girls and Leslie blushed. "But...,"
Leslie tried to say. She wanted to tell Miss Wolfe that this was
wrong.

"No 'buts' Mrs Gaye. As the faculty adviser for this class your
participation in this demonstration should be voluntary and not
forced. I don't want to use restraints on you but I will if I
have to. Now you've been warned." Miss Wolfe forced a smile at
Leslie then she turned to the class. "Who would like to be the
first in the class to practice the aggressive type of kiss?"

 Tentatively, Roberta put her hand up, fearing but hoping she
might get to kiss the beautiful Miss Wolfe.

"Excellent, Roberta! Come up to the front of the class. Now try
it for yourself,... with Mrs Gaye!"

Confusion and panic reigned over Leslie's face as she saw the
tall girl come toward her. It was one thing, a shocking enough
thing, to demonstrate kissing with an adult woman. It was quite
something else with a 13-year-old girl.

 "Roberta, remember you are the boy and Mrs Gaye is your
girlfriend... I want you to try the aggressive kiss with your
girlfriend the same way I did. Put your right hand behind her
head and your left hand on her lower back and pull her to you."
Miss Wolfe instructed as she brought the hand-held camera up to
eye-level.

As Leslie opened her mouth to put a halt to this obscenity,
Roberta took it as an invitation to put her open mouth over Mrs
Gaye's and start experiencing her first longed-for kiss. Miss
Wolfe stepped in closer with the camera.

Roberta didn't really know what to do, but the effect of her
tongue and mouth on Leslie was immediate. Instead of words of
approbation, all that escaped Leslie's mouth was a long moan, as
her tongue responded hesitantly and then more forcefully to
Roberta's. The tween had her left hand on Leslie's lower back
holding her in place, pressing herself against her body, until
Leslie brought her arms up again to push the girl away from her.

"Okay, stop, Roberta," Miss Wolfe said as Roberta broke the kiss
with a disappointed look: her crotch had suddenly become inflamed
and her nipples were stiff, something that only happened when she
thought dirty thoughts of other girls.

Miss Wolfe put the camera down on a desk and walked over to her
gym bag and rummaged around it before pulling out a pair of
handcuffs. "You were warned Mrs Gaye. Your part as the girlfriend
and faculty adviser requires you to keep your hands at your
sides," admonished Miss Wolfe. "Now put your hands behind your
back."

Leslie hesitated. "But, Miss Wolfe..." she gulped as she looked
at the handcuffs dangling from Miss Wolfe's fingers. Leslie had
never seen handcuffs before but she did know that they were
supposed to be used on criminals and she wasn't a criminal.

"No 'buts, Mrs Gaye," Miss Wolfe said. She grabbed Leslie's right
arm and pulled it back quickly, snapping one cuff around the
wrist, and then in a flash grabbed Leslie's left arm, quickly
snapping the cuff on her left wrist.

Leslie was conflicted and felt vulnerable as she couldn't move
her arms and the girls in the class giggled at her discomfort.
For some unexpected reason she got a tingling sensation in her
stomach and her crotch felt hot.

"Now Roberta, be aggressive, remember you are the boy and Mrs
Gaye your girlfriend, kiss her like you mean it. Don't be shy
because boys in high school will not be shy with you, now go on
and try it again and be sure to gently bite her lower lip." Miss
Wolfe said as she picked up the camera and pointed it at Mrs
Gaye.
After a minute or so of Sapphic pleasure, shared voyeuristically
by the rest of the class, Roberta stepped back from her teacher,
both of them breathing heavily, Leslie blushing with
embarrassment and Roberta with a smile on her face. Miss Wolfe
had filmed them, with the camera coming in close at times and
then stepping back, but throughout the kiss the red light on the
hand-held was flashing.

 "Much better, Roberta" smiled Miss Wolfe as she momentarily
stopped recording. She pointed at Alexandra who got up from her
seat, ready to replace Roberta in what would be a serial invasion
of Leslie's mouth by the tongues of these seven beautiful pupils,
most having never touched another girl in their lives, let alone
kiss an adult woman. Leslie stood in the middle of the classroom
with her wrists cuffed behind her back, embarrassed and
humiliated as Miss Wolfe brought the camera up again.

"Very good girls," said Miss Wolfe as Diana, the last girl
finished kissing Mrs Gaye and stepped back from her teacher, a
flush of excitement on her young face. Miss Wolfe set the
recorder on a desk and turned to the class. "This next kiss is
known as Bambi Kiss..." all the girls giggled and Leslie raised
her eyebrows, "... this is the Bambi kiss."

Miss Wolfe walked up to the side of Mrs Gaye and licked the left
side of her face, running her tongue from Leslie's jaw to her ear
lobe, then she gently nibbled on Leslie's ear lobe and stuck her
tongue into her ear. Leslie reflexively moved her head to the
right.

"Make sure your put your left hand on her right cheek to hold her
head still." Miss Wolfe demonstrated again as she put her left
hand on Leslie's right cheek and licked up her left cheek to her
ear, nibbled on her ear again and the pushed her tongue into her
ear.

Leslie tried to back away from Miss Wolfe and move her arms but
Miss Wolfe held her firmly in place. "Girls, if your girlfriend
tries to move away from you put your right behind her back and
hold her in place. Like this." Again, Miss Wolfe put her left
hand on Leslie's right cheek and put her right hand behind
Leslie's back and licked from Leslie's jaw up to her left ear,
gently nibbled on her ear again and then pushed her tongue into
it. Leslie tried to move her head to the right, trying in vain to
get the wet and moist probing tongue out of her ear but no avail.

After the demonstration, all Leslie could do was stand there as
Miss Wolfe walked around her with the recorder filming as each
tween girl took turns licking on both sides of her face, nibbling
on her ear lobe and pushing their wet tongues into her ears. 
Miss Wolfe gave encouragement to each girl as they pushed their
tongues deep into Leslie's ears while all she could do was stand
their and wince.

"Very good girls," smiled Miss Wolfe as she set the recorder
down. "The next type of kiss is the Deep Throat Kiss," she said
as she walked over to Leslie, "For this kiss grab your teacher by
the waist with both hands and with both of your mouths wide open
kiss your girlfriend." Miss Wolfe looked at Leslie. "Mrs. Gaye
your mouth needs to be open for this and girls your tongue should
try to reach the back of her throat.... Like this."

Miss Wolfe grabbed Leslie's waist and drew her close and stuck
her mouth over Leslie's. The girls could see the tongue action as
both women's cheeks were bulging out as their tongues moved back
and forth. Leslie tried desperately to move her hands to push
Miss Wolfe off of her but she just struggled against the
handcuffs to no avail.

As Miss Wolfe broke the kiss, with both women breathing heavily,
Miss Wolfe said, "One additional thing girls, run your hands all
over her like you haven't seen her in a long time," Miss Wolfe
said as she picked up the recorder.

Sue stood up wanting to be the first. "Hold on a minute, let me
check the two tripod cameras." Miss Wolfe said as she quickly
made slight adjustments to the cameras' angles. "Okay, now we're
ready, Sue your first," nodded Miss Wolfe as she pressed the
record button on the hand-held camera.

Sue tangled her left hand in Leslie's hair, pulling the teacher's
head down to a good kissing height for the petite girl, while
reaching her right hand into her teacher's elastic waist band of
her knee length skirt and into her panties to caress her ass. Mrs
Gaye couldn't move her handcuffed hands to resist the tween
feeling her ass, all she could do was move her ass back and forth
trying to get Sue's hand out of her panties which only served to
encourage the girl to caress her ass even more.

A couple of times Leslie tried to break the kiss but Sue had her
left hand behind Leslie's head holding it in place for her
delving tongue. Leslie tried to saying something while kissing
but could only moan which served to tell the other girl's that
Mrs Gaye was enjoying the kiss.

"Yes, Sue, very good. If I were giving a grade for this class you
would get an `A', especially for taking advantage of Mrs Gaye:
kissing your girlfriend like that also mimics a boy's behavior,"
encouraged Miss Wolfe as she walked around the two zooming in and
out with the recorder.

As Sue and Mrs Gaye broke their kiss Leslie tried to say,
"Please, don't," but Miss Wolfe already had Alexandra, who was a
little shorter than Leslie, lined up next. Alexandra quickly put
her mouth over her teacher's and rubbed her beautiful sensitive
breasts against Leslie's as their tongues intertwined.

"Very good Alexandra, boys will play with your breasts. Rubbing
your chest against Mrs Gaye is good," she smiled as she stepped
back with the recorder.

"No, mmgggfff!!" Leslie tried to say between breaths but Miss
Wolfe and the girls ignored her.

After Alexandra, Leslie gave up trying to stop the kissing,
realizing it was going to happen whether she wanted it or not but
that also gave encouragement to each girl who was a little bolder
than the last. When it was Diana's turn, she ran her hands over
the teacher's back and rear-end and then brought her hands around
to the front between them and tentatively squeezed a breast as
they kissed, eliciting another moan from her teacher. Leslie did
try to move her body as the tween squeezed her breasts but the
girl held her in place.

At times Leslie struggled against the handcuffs. Her attempts at
trying to speak come out as moans and groans and Miss Wolfe
giving encouragement to the girls didn't help.

"Excellent Diana, boys will also rub their hands up and down your
back," she stood next to Leslie with the recorder catching the
bulging cheeks of Leslie and Diana.

Next was Sharon who pressed up against Mrs Gaye, rubbing and
squeezing her teacher's ass, as her tongue tip flicked across the
teacher's tongue, in a sexy saliva-swapping dance that Leslie
couldn't put a stop too. It wasn't simply the humiliation: she
was alarmed that her nipples hardened and her crotch and stomach
tingled. Something was happening to her. All the while Miss Wolfe
kept the camera in her face recording everything.

Samantha held her teacher's breasts in her hands through the
entire kissing spree, rolling them round and driving the teacher
crazy as they kissed and Miss Wolfe pointed the camera at
Leslie's chest as the tween played with her teacher's breasts.

Renee took over from Sue, but ran her fingers under the front of
the teacher's elastic waist band of her skirt and into her
panties, and gave Leslie her first lesbian finger-fuck, all the
while flicking her tongue and back and forth in her teacher's
mouth. Leslie tried in vain to move her waist away from Renee's
probing fingers while tangling her tongue with tween, but
couldn't. Miss Wolfe pointed the camera down at Leslie's waist,
making sure to catch Renee's hand under her teacher's skirt so
that anyone watching the video later could see Renee's hand
moving back and forth inside her teacher's panties.

Renee used her middle finger, forcing it into her teacher's
vagina. Then she added her ring finger, and found that she could
push this pair of fingers in and out of Mrs Gaye's wet pussy very
easily.

 Leslie's eyes were tightly closed as she tried to moan her
disapproval but her very soul was centered around those little
fingers pumping in and out of her desperate pussy. All the girls
had gathered round to see the frenetic fingering that their
beautiful teacher was receiving at the hands of the delicious
Renee. As they watched the tween girls were tentatively rubbing
their own crotches. Miss Wolfe kept the camera trained on
Leslie's waist and Renee's probing fingers.

Leslie suddenly came wildly, uncomprehendingly, her cunt gripping
Renee's fingers like a vice, as she collapsed, devastated by her
first ever public orgasm in front of these tweens. Her panties
and Renee's hand were instantly soaked as Leslie's cunt gushed
out its juices. As she sank down, Renee moved with her, keeping
their mouths locked together, and for about a minute she gently
pumped her teacher's super-sensitive cunt and accepted Mrs Gaye's
urgent tongue kisses. The others watched spellbound, rubbing
their crotches as they stood over their classmate and their
teacher and all the while, Miss Wolfe filmed them with the
hand-held.

Finally Renee withdrew her hand from Leslie's waistband and stood
up. The other girls clapped and giggled as they patted Renee on
the back for a job well-done and she looked at her fingers and
then down at her teacher and smiled. Leslie, overcome with
humiliation and shame, was breathing hard sitting on the floor
not wanting to look up at the tween. Miss Wolfe zoomed out
catching the unspoken interaction between teacher and student,
and then focused in on Renee's glistening slimy fingers.

Miss Wolfe sent the girls back to their seats as Leslie lay
exhausted and guilt-ridden on the floor, her skirt bunched around
her thighs and most of her white blouse hanging out from her
waistband of her skirt. As she slowly got herself up she couldn't
straighten out her panties under her skirt, the elastic digging
into her slit, but Miss Wolfe ignored her and asked the girls to
give their teacher a round of applause for being so helpful in
this new class. The girls enthusiastically clapped and cheered
their teacher, their faces flushed with the excitement of what
they had witnessed.

"Very good girls, I like it that you were all aggressive, and
successful that can be. Now we have a kiss from the girlfriend's
perspective. Girls please line up, Mrs Gaye come here please,"
Miss Wolfe ordered as she picked up the recorder again.

Leslie was seething as she tried to adjust her panties without
putting her hands into her skirt. She'd been just about raped by
her students! And what was that, that thing that happened to her
at the end? If she wasn't so angry, she would be hysterically
crying in front of her students. She drew breath but Miss Wolfe
got in before Leslie could start her tirade.

"Mrs Gaye you were wonderful! Your play-acting is amazing! Wasn't
she girls?" smiled Miss Wolfe as she moved and adjusted the two
tripod cameras again so that both cameras were facing each other.

 "Yes Miss Wolfe" the girls replied smiling.

Miss Wolfe looked at Leslie. "These young girls were able to
experience their first kiss with a make believe girlfriend whom
they respect as their teacher, and who in turn respects them as
individuals. With your help Mrs Gaye these girls won't be taken
advantage by a boy in some seedy dance club or worse. I'm sure
they knew you were only pretending to be affected by their
attentions, isn't that right girls?" she asked as she stepped
back in front of the class.

"Yes Miss Wolfe," the girls replied.

Leslie blushed and felt embarrassed at her anger towards the
girls and Miss Wolfe: perhaps Miss Wolfe was right; and it seemed
they all thought she was acting.
 Miss Wolfe continued. "They know as well as I do, Mrs Gaye, that
you are not a lesbian but that you are a caring Christian woman
and that you were helping them to understand how a boy will kiss
them."

Leslie had nowhere to go. Ready to cry rape to the principal, she
was now instead hearing compliments, hailing her as a Good
Samaritan, who gave selflessly solely for the benefit of her
students. But Leslie thought that if she was not pretending with
the girls, what did that mean about her? Miss Wolfe was so
glowing in her praise in front of the girls and so insistent,
that Leslie could not help but accept the truth of her words. It
was just role-play. So why did she feel so dirty and used? Why
did her body betray her like that? She would have to pray on it
tonight.

"Okay, as I was saying, this last type of kiss for today...
girl's line up here and Mrs Gaye stand behind Roberta there,"
Miss Wolfe pointed at the floor between the tripod cameras.

Leslie looked at Miss Wolfe. "Please are you going to remove
these?" she asked turning her back to Miss Wolfe, showing her
hands.

Miss Wolfe ignored her. "This kiss is known as the Buttock
Kiss..."

The girls all giggled.

Miss Wolfe smiled. "Mrs Gaye will gently kiss your buttocks,
kissing each cheek." The girls giggled again and Leslie stared in
disbelief at Miss Wolfe. "For this kiss Mrs Gaye you will need to
be kneeling," Miss Wolfe said as she gently pushed the teacher
down by her shoulders so that both tripod cameras were on either
side of Leslie and at the right height.

Leslie was now staring at the firm round behind of Roberta, who
swayed her ass from side to side as the watching girls laughed.
She should protest this indignity and insist that Miss Wolfe
remove the handcuffs.

"Quiet girls, Okay Mrs. Gaye, lean forward and kiss Roberta's
left buttock cheek twice and the kiss her right buttock cheek
twice. Girls once your teacher kisses your buttocks, you can
leave, the class is over."  She brought the hand-held camera up
and focused on the scene in front of her.

Leslie looked up at Miss Wolfe who was pointing the camera down
at her. "I've never heard of this type of kiss before," she
whispered pleadingly, hoping against hope.

"Come now, Mrs. Gaye, as the sex ed teacher for this school have
you been keeping current with tween dating trends on the
internet?" Miss Wolfe asked from behind the camera. Leslie
averted her eyes and shook her head. As a christian woman Leslie
couldn't bring herself to look at such filth on the internet.
"Didn't think so, well, this kiss is all the rage with the tween
boys and since you are the girlfriend the girls need to
experience this. Now each girl will lower her jeans and panties
just enough so that you can kiss their ass cheeks."

"I, I don't think I can do this" stammered the teacher as she
looked up at Roberta as she lowered her jeans and panties to just
below her ass cheeks.

"Nonsense Mrs Gaye, this is what these girls will be doing with
boys, this kiss is sexy and erotic and boys love it. Besides you
are on a roll and you don't want to disappoint the girls. Now
start."

Leslie leaned in and kissed Roberta's left ass cheek twice and
then her right ass cheek twice. Roberta giggled as she looked
over her shoulder at her kneeling teacher. Leslie averted her
eyes not looking at the tween.

"Okay, Roberta, you are done for the day, you can go," Miss Wolfe
had the hand-held camera zoom in. Roberta smiled at the other
girls and pulled her jeans up.

As Leslie kissed the buttocks of each tween girl, it elicited
giggles and laughs and Leslie burned with shame as she kneeled
behind them. She couldn't help but notice the warmth and softness
of their skin against her lips, or the intimate scent that filled
her nostrils.

Miss Wolfe was working the camera getting close ups of each kiss
that Leslie gave to each girl's buttocks. Leslie tried to ignore
her but the two tripod cameras on either side of her had their
red blinking lights on and she found it hard not to notice them.

After the last girl had left Leslie's knees hurt. She stood up as
Miss Wolfe came over to her. "I am very proud of you Mrs. Gaye,
the school board, the district and the PTSA will be pleased with
the progress you have made with the girls in one day," Miss Wolfe
said as she unlocked the handcuffs.

Leslie blushed, despite herself. "Thanks, but I still think the
girls were a little too aggressive with me during the kissing
sessions," she replied as she rubbed her wrists.

 "That's boys for you, I mean that is how boys will take
advantage of these girls. A shame isn't it?" Miss Wolfe opened
her two bags to pack away the cameras.

"Yes," replied Leslie. "If these were Christian boys and girls
then this wouldn't need to be taught. Young boys and girls should
save themselves for marriage, like I did," Leslie said as she
straightened her skirt.

"Well, be that as it may, Mrs Gaye, this is modern society and
this is how things get done in today's world." Miss Wolfe paused
as she watched Leslie walk to her desk. "May I suggest something
Mrs Gaye?"

Leslie sat down gingerly at her desk. "Sure."

"I think this program will be new to you. May I suggest that you
take some time and surf the internet looking at porn?"
Leslie was aghast at the question. She stood up from her desk. "A
good christian woman would never stoop to looking at that filth.
It is against God's will."

Miss Wolfe smiled as she slung the camera and video equipment
bags over her shoulder. "Just saying Mrs Gaye. I think you might
get more out of this program if you did a little research. It
would help you understand why the program is so necessary."
Before Leslie could respond, Miss Wolfe turned and walked out the
door. "Have a good evening Mrs Gaye, I will see you tomorrow
after class," she smiled.

**

Just before bed Leslie got on her knees, clasped her hands and
put her elbows on the edge of the mattress and prayed. She prayed
for His forgiveness about what happened in the class. She prayed
for Miss Wolfe and the girls, asking God to deliver them from the
evils of lesbianism.

That night, Randy, her minister husband of eighteen years, gave
her nipples their regulation minute of squeezes, sucks and
kisses, and then clumsily plunged his member into her vaginal
opening. Instead of lying back and passively waiting for some
unknown pleasure to transfer magically from his penis to her
vagina, she found herself transported back to that first shocking
kiss by Roberta, and to that final devastating one by Renee, the
one where she was touched so inappropriately and she felt so
strange and confused at the end.

Her husband was surprised to see how ardently Leslie responded to
his pumping, she was getting more and more worked up as he humped
his five thin inches of manhood in and out of her under filled
pussy. Of course, her unusual ardor only served to excite Randy
even more, hastening his climax from his usual 2 or 3 minutes, so
he exploded into her without any possibility of the release that
sex was supposed to give her. But she was a good Christian wife
and would not complain.

 His jizm leaked out of her and pooled into a wet patch just
where she slept. Maybe next time they would have sex on his side
of the bed and see how he likes to sleep on the wet spot. Randy
was already snoring as Leslie bashfully reached down to her
vagina and, for the first time in her life, started rubbing it to
recreate that feeling she got at the hands of Renee. With all her
conflict of emotions, somehow she just couldn't finish. Then she
thought of Miss Wolfe and her suggestion to look at porn on the
internet. That gave her stomach a tingle but she didn't know
where to start looking for porn.

Frustrated and confused by the day's events, she drifted into
dreams punctuated with young sexy schoolgirls, sapphic kisses and
young fingers plunging in and out of her cunt.

End of Chapter 2