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Most if not all of the stories I write contains explicit pornographic material; it is not for minors under the age of 18 or close-minded people. 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 I write stories for my own enjoyment. If this story seems to be better edited that is because I have a wonderful male editor who adds just the right amount of "filth" as he puts it into the story line. If there are any mistakes in the story as far as grammar or punctuation, then it is my error and not his. Thanks "A", you're wonderful and patient with me. Anyone who is an adult or age of majority, of course, is welcome to continue. Story codes that I write about are: Lesbian, scat, pee, piss, humiliation, consensual sex, child/underage sex, restraints, 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. Not all of these story codes are in every story but a good majority of these codes are. I hope you enjoy the story. Email me with your comments at: msteven1005@yahoo.com I reply to readers who take time to email me. Please, please, please email me your thoughts on the story. If you use ASSTR's reader response to send me an email I can't respond to it as it is a generic email address from ASSTR. If you want a response to your email please email me directly. 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